8.

“Which university did you attend? What’s your level of education?” The alpha’s expression remained indifferent.

“I… I didn’t attend university,” Omega quietly replied.

The alpha’s hand, which was about to write, paused for a moment before he asked, “Alright, what high school did you go to?”

“I didn’t attend high school either…”

The alpha tightened his grip, and the pen cracked with a snap. He was about to lose his temper but suddenly seemed to remember something and forced himself to calm down. “You hired a private tutor, right? Which professional book do you often read?”

“I…” Omega was so ashamed that he wished he could shrink down and disappear, hiding under the carpet. “I don’t usually read books…”

The alpha fell silent.

After a long period of silence, he propped his chin up, his beautiful face showing no emotion at all, and quietly said, “Looks like I’ll need to reassess the difficulty of this task.”

Before Omega could speak, he grabbed another sheet of paper and continued, “Have you hired a personal trainer?”

“No.”

“Have you been to any beauty clinic?”

“No.”

“Basic skincare?”

“No.”

Alpha took a deep breath, suppressing his anger as he asked, “Are you an omega or am I?”

“You…” Omega lowered his head, about to answer instinctively, but suddenly realized and hurriedly said, “I’m… I am!”

The burning pheromones from Alpha threatened to shake the top floor of the building. Using every ounce of his rigorous upbringing, Alpha spoke, each word measured: “Look up. Look at me.”

Omega hesitated, shrinking his neck, but slowly lifted his head, meeting Alpha’s gaze in fear.

The suffocating half minute passed, and they both instinctively looked away, letting out a sigh in their minds.

Too ugly, Alpha thought.

Too terrifying, Omega thought.

“Your T-zone is oily, but your cheeks are dry. I’ll classify your skin as combination dry,” Alpha said in a deep voice, quickly writing something on the paper. “After washing your face, do you often experience redness, itching, or stinging and peeling?”

Omega had no idea what he was talking about but quickly tried to recall and nodded hurriedly, “Yes, yes, that’s right!”

“Combination dry, sensitive skin,” Alpha said with a composed expression. “What do you usually eat? Greasy, spicy, or sweet foods? Do you have a regular exercise routine? What time do you usually go to bed at night?”

Omega responded hurriedly, “I don’t eat greasy or spicy food, but I like sweets. Ah, I don’t have an exercise routine. I usually go to bed around 10:30 p.m.”

“I heard you also keep an Alpha?”

Omega was startled, at a loss for words. “I, I…”

Alpha continued writing while giving a cold command, “From now on, cut out oils and sweets, no more high-sugar fruits either. Have your Alpha follow your new diet plan. I’ll have someone take you for a detailed test later, and the personal trainer will start right away… Someone!”

He pressed a small bell on the desk, and the office door immediately opened with two assistants standing on either side. “How can we assist you, Mr. A?” they asked.

“Take him for a skin test. Once the results are out, put them on my desk. After the test, take him for basic skincare—no machines, only hand treatments.”

After giving the instructions without pause, Alpha’s eyebrows furrowed in a sharp line. “Why are you still standing there? Go now!”

Omega, dizzy and disoriented, was swiftly escorted away by the two assistants.

The office door closed again, and the surroundings fell into a deep silence.

Alpha sat back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he lowered his gaze. He stared at the paper in his hand, the strokes of his writing flowing elegantly, before his thin lips parted and he let out a soft exhale.

“…Damn it.”