His name was You Yan.
A red-hot young actor, elegant and noble, rumored to come from a wealthy background—a real young master. Yet he wanted me as his bodyguard.
“We’ve done our research. Your record is impressive.” You Yan’s agent laid out photos of me from my underground fighting days.
They’d done their homework—even found old photos from years ago.
“Of course, the main reason is that you protected your omega sister so well. You know how messy the entertainment industry is. Sometimes, You Yan is put in very passive situations…”
I glanced at You Yan, who was lounging on the leather sofa. He’d just showered and wore only a silk robe, exposing skin as fair as porcelain. His hair was still damp, and he exuded an aura of softness and vulnerability.
That familiar, helpless urge to protect someone surged up in me.
After protecting my sister for so many years, I knew how tough it was for omegas—especially in the dirty world of showbiz.
So I didn’t hesitate much and agreed right away.
Of course, the pay they offered was also impossible to refuse.
The job was actually pretty easy. I only needed to work when You Yan had events—mainly airport pickups, offline appearances, and seeing him safely out after recordings, to keep overzealous fans at bay.
I quickly realized just how popular You Yan was. If I didn’t have a solid stance, I’d probably be swept away by the tidal wave of screaming fans.
His outings were usually kept secret, but scalpers often leaked news. Sometimes, before we even landed, fans were already crowding the airport.
His assistant asked if he wanted to go VIP and get extra security.
He propped his head on one hand, turned to look at me, and smiled, “No need. I have Liang Sen.”
It felt good to be trusted, but I wasn’t totally confident.
I wasn’t worried about crazy fans trying to hurt him—I could handle them. What worried me was if an alpha in rut mixed in and released pheromones, You Yan would be in real trouble.
“Maybe we should—”
“You’ll protect me, right?”
You Yan cut me off, meeting my gaze with hopeful eyes. My hesitation vanished instantly.
“Of course.”
He seemed very satisfied, reaching out to squeeze my arm, his long fingers trailing down to my chest.
I’d wanted to wear a loose T-shirt, but You Yan insisted I wear a formal shirt for work.
It was a bit tight, and my pecs trembled under his pale fingers.
“Liang Sen, I really like your physique.”
“…Thanks. You’re pretty impressive too.”
I wasn’t just flattering him—it was true.
A few days ago, he changed clothes in front of me. The muscles under his smooth back were beautifully defined. That’s when I realized You Yan was the type who looked slender in clothes but was actually ripped.
It was clear his muscles weren’t just for show—they were the real deal.
Man, You Yan… he really works hard. As an omega, he tries so hard to improve his physical strength, to protect himself. It’s kind of heartbreaking when you think about it.
Thinking of this, my resolve to protect him only grew stronger.
Chapter 02
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