Wei Mian had been frail and sickly since childhood, yet he was determined to come first in everything.
In his eyes, everyone was a stepping stone, including his arranged marriage partner.
He couldn't even be bothered to look at his future partner's basic information. All he knew was that the man was strong and healthy. That alone was enough to make him dislike him from the bottom of his heart.
But as an Alpha, he had to rely on a partner to get through his heat.
His grand ambitions certainly couldn't be derailed by a mere heat.
By his calculations, one round could last him three months.
So on the night of their engagement, he forced himself on the other man, making him have sex with him to solve his urgent problem.
He Ming had always known that his young fiance was an arrogant, privileged young master, and a capitalist who would stop at nothing.
But he had never expected the capitalist's tricks to be used on him.
Before this, He Ming had run into strange things every few days. For instance, girls with bad legs always seemed to spill coffee on him, and lonely old men kept offering him their fortunes for free.
But this was the first time he'd ever encountered an Alpha whose nape gland was red and swollen.
In the darkness, his gaze fixed on the other man, clear-headed and burning.
His fiance was slender and frail, releasing pheromones to seduce him with little skill. He was already panting after moving just a little, looking both pitiful and exhausted.
He sighed, swallowing the taunting words, "You seem to be an Omega," and quietly took control.
He had thought this was a good start. But after that night, his fiance vanished as if he had never existed and never spoke to him again.
Even when they crossed paths outside, the lofty young master was surrounded by admirers. His gaze occasionally swept past He Ming, looking at him no differently than a stranger.
So he hadn't even remembered his face.
He Ming laughed in anger.
The He clan had suddenly risen to power in the capital, rivaling the Wei family, with both standing firm.
That was until infighting erupted in the Wei family, threatening to tear it apart.
As luck would have it, Wei Mian's heat struck with ferocious force at that very moment.
Without regard for day or night, he called in his usual tool to relieve him.
In the bright daylight, he saw the man's face clearly for the first time. It was none other than He Ming, who had been relentlessly competing with him for first place.
The next day, the He clan made Wei Mian an offer with generous terms and immense profit.
Everyone assumed Wei Mian would abandon the Wei family and use the He clan as a stepping stone to climb even higher.
Otherwise, a sickly, fallen young master with nothing but good looks and no power would attract countless covetous eyes and risk being devoured if he let his guard down.
Before everyone's eyes, Wei Mian seemed to give up on their rivalry. His slender body was taut as a fine string, swaying as if about to collapse. He smirked scornfully.
"President He, you really are the chosen one."
He Ming's pupils contracted as he caught the man who toppled forward.
He was light as a cloud.
Already frail and broken by illness.
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1. "The Grind King vs. The Chosen One"
2. Both are pure. Omega bottom, Alpha top.
Core theme: People should have a gentle heart.
