My Burly Husband Is Actually an Omega

He Chuan is 198 cm tall, a retired sanda champion, and currently a vice president of a conglomerate.

He's the company-wide “tyrant,” perpetually stone-faced and radiating an intimidating presence. No one dares share the elevator with him, no one dares meet his eyes in a meeting, and even his medical records bear the stamp “Top-tier Alpha.”

Jiang Yu is a new junior employee in the Planning Department, 25 years old, with no connections and no temper. He's an ordinary Beta, so inconspicuous he's almost invisible.

On his first day, Jiang Yu not only squeezed into He Chuan's private elevator, but also stepped on the tyrant's expensive leather shoe.

Afterward, his coworkers frantically wiped away their sweat, but Jiang Yu looked completely innocent. “What's there to be afraid of? The vice president's just a little big.”

Then one night, the company lost power.

The Mr. He rumored to be able to kill a bull with one punch was trapped in the supply closet. His tie hung loose, his face was an unnatural red, and he was braced against the door, his voice trembling.

Jiang Yu was about to help him, but the man grabbed him by the throat. His voice was hoarse with desperation. “Stay back... Get out!”

Jiang Yu didn't leave. Instead, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat, and something that had lain dormant for twenty-five years finally awakened.

Later, the doctor looked at the follow-up test results, his voice trembling.

“Mr. He, could it be that you've been filling out this form incorrectly all along?”