Extra: Lu Tao

1. On the first day Qiao Ge kept me, he said I could call him “Dad.” Looking at him, he was only ten years older than me. I thought, okay. It’s just a rich person’s experience; I can handle it. But then I wondered why he still had eyes only for that dead beta who couldn’t even let out a fart after half a day.

I’m not inferior to Li Que. That beta might be slightly better looking than me. But I’m an omega! Why should Qiao Yunshen give up the super high compatibility he has with an omega and revolve around him all day? He’s just an ordinary beta among many.

Other older lovers told me I was sick. I had such a good sugar daddy; I didn’t need to sleep with him or force a smile. I just had to stay alive to get money. It felt like being raised like a son, so I should be grateful. But I wasn’t willing to accept that.

Qiao Yunshen loved Li Que. The look he gave Li Que was so soft, so tender. I wanted him to look at me like that.

So when that guy in the white coat approached me, I agreed without hesitation. I hoped to ruin Li Que so Qiao Yunshen would know what a lowly creature the person he liked was. But I didn’t want Li Que to die. I just wanted Qiao Yunshen to love me; I didn’t want anyone to die.

So when I overheard that the guy in the white coat wanted to gut Li Que, I was shocked.

This was completely beyond my control. I started to feel relieved. Thank goodness I planned to secretly take pictures of Li Que’s disgraceful moments; otherwise, no one would know if he died here.
I sent a message to Qiao Yunshen, gritting my teeth and relying on the little bit of differentiation ability I had left to transform into his appearance.

I planned to negotiate and buy some time. I didn’t expect to be pulled in and beaten up to test Li Que.

But when I heard Li Que exclaim, “Male Three,” I was truly furious. Male Three, Male Three!

In the last project, they called me Male Six, and in the one before that, Male Fourteen.

What’s wrong with you two? I have a name! My name is Lu Tao!

Honestly, I had been pretty angry until I saw Li Que gently pet the tiger that crawled out from the ruins. He caressed it affectionately and even said to me, “Don’t be afraid; it’s not dangerous. This is Qiao Yunshen.”

This is Qiao Yunshen? I took a step back. Then another step back. No, this isn’t Qiao Yunshen. Qiao Yunshen is impeccably dressed and commanding. Even if all the people he brought were blocked outside, he could still take down all the mindless robots by himself, step by step, to get here. Qiao Yunshen is the strongest alpha. How could he be a monster?

But even when the monster crushed Li Que’s arm, Li Que’s expression remained calm.

Still gentle as water, filled with affection. At that moment, I understood completely: I’m not as good as Li Que. Never, ever.

2. “Peach, come eat!” Li Que was calling me. The three of them were on vacation in the Xing’an Ridge and invited me over.

Li Da Mao—oh, that fluffy one that can fly—was rolling around in the snow.

I was a bit surprised and quickly picked her up, thinking: You two crazy people! Da Mao is a girl; how could you let her roll in the snow? Da Mao, does your tummy hurt?

Da Mao blinked her big eyes and said in a sweet voice, “It doesn’t hurt~”

I: “Huh?”

Qiao Yunshen chuckled, “Da Mao can read minds.”

The dog husband and wife exchanged smiles, their gazes shimmering. As for what they communicated specifically, I didn’t understand.

Li Que took Da Mao, placing her back in the snow. He patted her chubby little bottom. Da Mao then wobbled on her short little legs and happily ran off, rolling and crawling. It made me nervous to watch.

Li Que smiled. “Don’t worry about her; wild beasts need to hone their claws and fangs in nature.”

“Otherwise, they’ll lose their territory and home.”

“This principle applies to human society as well.”

Qiao Yunshen pulled Li Que closer, starting to whine, “Wife, you’re only talking to him; you’re ignoring me.”

“Wife wants a hug; I’m so cold.”

Me: …I swear to your mother. It’s reasonable to suspect they invited me just to assert their dominance.

After all, what kind of northeastern tiger raised in the snow would sweet-talk a little southern bird?

I pouted but couldn’t help admitting it.

What Li Que said earlier was indeed true. To comprehend it so thoroughly, I actually fell short in that aspect.

But I didn’t have to surpass Li Que. I wanted to try. I wanted to hone my claws and fangs.

—The End—