Doted On After Differentiating as a Beta

After transmigrating into an ABO world, Jiang Lin got one piece of good news and one piece of bad news.

The good news: he didn't differentiate as an omega.

The bad news: he differentiated into a broke loser.

His father jumped off a building, his mother ran away, and from the start he was billions in debt. On top of that, the original owner was a shut-in who was obsessed with underground idols.

With no other choice, Jiang Lin picked up a flyer for a part-time job by the roadside. As it turned out, he and his idol signed in at the same talent agency.

At their first meeting, the venomous CEO gave him a zero: “Your singing and dancing are stiffer than a zombie that's been dead for three years. Go back to farming. Even the security guard at the door dances better than you.”

At their next meeting: “Run? Where do you think you're going? How are you planning to make it up to me tonight?”

To keep his job, Jiang Lin had no choice but to spend his days being bossed around by the CEO and his nights bossing the CEO around.

The new neighbor who had just moved in was a sunny, handsome older guy. “You're Jiang Lin, right? I'm your new neighbor. I'm a doctor, so if you're not feeling well, come see me.”

But late at night, when all was quiet, a certain vampire would pin him by the waist, his eyes red.

“Xiao Lin, please stop running. Your big brother will die without you.”

As soon as Jiang Lin arrived at the talent agency, he ran into a bully in the bathroom.

The delicate-looking idol tugged on his sleeve, looking pitiful. “Big brother, it hurts so much where they burned me with a cigarette.”

The idol who always looked so glamorous was actually such a little tragic figure in private.

Jiang Lin's urge to protect him went through the roof. “Let that boy go! I'll handle this!”

Until one day, the idol tore into a sasaeng on his behalf.

The delicate-looking idol pinned him against the wall and jammed a gun hard against his waist. “Baby Jiang Lin, why don't you call me your darling husband anymore? Was last night's tip not generous enough?”