On the other hand, Sheng Shaoyou is completely lost, trying to call Hua Yong again and again, but the phone is switched off. His chest feels heavy with pain, and he doesn’t even want to face anyone, not even his family. Then he hears Hua Yong is at the hospital with Shen Wenlang, and that news is enough to push him over the edge. Shaoyou rushes downstairs, his body aching with every step, but his heart hurting even more.

In the parking lot, he sees it — Shen Wenlang’s flashy car and Hua Yong standing there beside him. Hua Yong looks so thin and fragile, almost like he’s being forced into that car. Shen’s arm is around him, and that sight stabs Shaoyou straight in the heart. When Shaoyou calls his name, Hua Yong freezes for a second, but then, without even turning back, gets pushed into the car. That moment destroys him.

Shaoyou blocks the car, confronts Shen, and demands Hua Yong back. But Shen just laughs in his face, mocking him, saying Hua Yong was never his to begin with. To make it worse, Shen asks Hua directly if he wants to go back. And Hua Yong, pale and trembling inside the car, whispers, “No.” That single word crushes Shaoyou completely.

But Hua Yong asks to talk to him alone, and when Shen finally lets him, the truth spills out. Hua Yong admits he has to stay with Shen Wenlang because Shaoyou’s father’s medicine depends on him. Every month, one bottle — and for that, he’s sacrificing himself. His neck is bruised, his lips bitten, the marks of last night’s humiliation clear. Shaoyou’s heart twists in agony, but Hua Yong still insists it’s his choice, pretending it doesn’t matter who he’s with, as long as it helps Shaoyou.

Shaoyou can’t take it. He tells him none of that matters, that he doesn’t care about the past, he just wants Hua Yong to come home. But Hua Yong shakes his head with tears in his eyes, saying goodbye instead. He even hugs him lightly once, like a farewell, before pulling away. He tells Shaoyou he’ll definitely find someone better, someone more suitable.

But that’s impossible. Shaoyou has always been forgetful with his lovers, never holding onto the past — but Hua Yong is different. Hua Yong is the only one who ever loved him with pride and equality, never clinging, never begging, but giving him something real. For Shaoyou, Hua Yong isn’t just a lover, he’s his life.

That’s why, even when Hua Yong tries to walk away, Shaoyou clutches him tightly and refuses to let go. His voice breaks as he asks, “Why? Why won’t you come home?” And finally, he blurts it out — the one truth he can’t hide anymore: “Because I like you. I can’t forget you. I won’t let you go.

That whole scene in the hospital basement was this close to turning bloody. Shaoyou was ready to roll up his sleeves and beat him down. Honestly, if it weren’t for Hua Yong tugging weakly at his arm, Shen would’ve ended up a swollen mess on the floor. One tiny pull, one soft “let it go, Mr. Sheng,” and Shaoyou actually stopped. That’s how much power Hua Yong had over him, even with nothing but fragile hands.

But Shen just had to leave with poison on his tongue, mocking Hua Yong, mocking Shaoyou, saying Hua Yong was a treasure everyone wanted a taste of. Shaoyou’s fist clenched again, fury burning in his veins, but he swallowed it down—for Hua Yong’s sake. He couldn’t risk losing the medicine Shen controlled. So instead of violence, he grabbed Hua Yong’s hand and refused to let go the whole way home, holding on like he’d lose him if he didn’t.

When Sheng Shaoyou got home, he totally crashed. For days, he was a mess. But after Hua Yong was finally found, he pulled himself together and started digging into what really happened that night at the banquet.

And the truth? He’d run into some absolute bastard who deserved a thousand cuts. But the worst part—he couldn’t tell anyone. Even checking the cameras, he had to pretend nothing happened, just gritting his teeth and swallowing blood. To everyone else, he could only say, “Oh, I lost something valuable, I need to find it.”

But guess what—because of some stupid rumor that a big boss from X Holdings might show up, they’d turned off all the security cameras that night. Over a thousand cameras, completely useless. Not a single thing recorded.

So in the end, Shaoyou had to eat the loss all by himself. Furious, heartbroken, and still… he quietly went to the hospital, got checked, and started taking meds alone. My poor boy was literally suffering in silence while nobody else even knew.

Business-wise, Shaoyou’s problems suddenly cleared. Rivals backed off, contracts worth millions fell into his lap, and Shengfang Biotech was safe. To outsiders, it looked like a huge win. But for him? Every signature, every profit, felt like blood money. Because he knew the cost—Hua Yong’s sacrifice, his humiliation, his pain. An Alpha at the very top of the chain, yet he couldn’t even protect his Omega. The irony cut him to pieces.

He told himself, now that Hua Yong was back, they could just turn the page and continue like before. But reality slapped him hard. That very night, Hua Yong didn’t even come to bed. He moved into the guest room, and when Shaoyou confronted him, Hua Yong only lowered his eyes and whispered, “Mr. Sheng, it’s dirty.” That single line… it shattered him. Hua Yong wasn’t rejecting his love; he was rejecting himself, drowning in shame. Shaoyou smiled on the outside, teased him even, but inside, he was bleeding.

Still, he couldn’t stay away. Night after night, Shaoyou ended up sleeping on the cold floor next to Hua Yong’s bed, like some loyal, stubborn dog. And every morning, when Hua Yong opened his eyes, he’d see that tall Alpha curled up beside him, pitiful and endearing all at once. Slowly, that wall of distance began to crumble. Hua Yong’s heart ached for him. Finally, he gave in, letting Shaoyou coax him back to the master bedroom.

And oh, that moment—Shaoyou carrying him like a bride, Hua Yong all flustered, red-faced, stammering—it should’ve been perfect. But when Shaoyou’s desire almost crossed the line, Hua Yong panicked and whispered, “No.” And instantly, Shaoyou stopped. No anger, no force—just regret, apology, and the softest promise: never again without your permission. Even for a kiss, I’ll ask first.

And Hua Yong, touched and amused, teased him back. Then, instead of waiting, he leaned in himself, pressing a shy kiss to Shaoyou’s jaw. That little gesture said everything—he still loved him, but in his quiet, broken, hesitant way.

For Shaoyou, that was enough. More than enough. Because in the end, Hua Yong didn’t push him away.

After days of sleepless nights and endless panic, Sheng Shaoyou finally crashes. For once, he actually sleeps deeply until late afternoon. When he wakes, what greets him isn’t chaos, but the warm, homey sight of Hua Yong in an apron, setting down a freshly baked chiffon cake.

 Hua Yong had even made it reduced-sugar just for him. It wasn’t perfect-looking, but for Shaoyou, the taste wasn’t in the cake—it was in the one who made it. The heavy gloom hanging over Shaoyou finally starts to lift, his heart softening like that cake.

For once, things feel almost normal, almost safe.

But suddenly, everything turned upside down. At first, the floor gave a tiny shake. Shaoyou brushed it off—maybe his imagination. But then the whole house started shaking like crazy. Walls cracked, the ceiling rumbled, plaster fell down in chunks, and trophies and decorations came crashing down. And the worst— the massive bookshelf in the study started rocking hard, and then began tipping… straight toward Hua Yong.

Shaoyou didn’t even think. In a flash, he threw himself forward, covering Hua Yong with his own body. The bookshelf came crashing down on his back. The impact was brutal—blood spilled open his forehead, pain shot through every muscle, his bones felt like they were breaking apart. But even like that, he clenched his teeth and whispered, “Don’t be scared.” All he cared about was shielding Hua Yong.

And then—boom. The weight vanished. Shaoyou blinked through the blood and blur, and what he saw left him stunned. Hua Yong, the one he always thought of as delicate, was holding up that giant, crushing bookshelf with one hand.

Hua Yong’s hand got cut, blood dripping, but he stayed calm. Sheng Shaoyou was unconscious, badly hurt, his shoulder swollen and bleeding. Without hesitation, Hua Yong picked him up and carried him out, kicking open doors like they were nothing.

But the house was collapsing—the chandelier smashed, walls falling, the main door stuck. He set Shaoyou down safely and literally ripped the iron door apart with his bare hands. Just when he thought they could escape, a heavy beam crashed down. Hua Yong shielded Shaoyou, taking a steel bar straight through his shoulder. Blood poured, pain unbearable, but he didn’t let go.

Even wounded, he broke the metal, pushed the rubble off, and created a small safe space. Shaking and pale, he leaned close and whispered, “Mr. Sheng, it hurts so much.” For once, he allowed himself to be weak.

But Shaoyou’s condition was critical—his gland was injured, heartbeat was faint. With no signal, Hua Yong managed to send out one desperate text for help, holding onto him in the ruins. 

The earthquake hit out of nowhere. Buildings shook hard, people ran screaming, and Shen Wenlang’s heart started racing. The first thing he did was call Gao Tu—but the guy didn’t pick up, which only made him more nervous.

Jiang Hu City was supposed to be safe from disasters. No one ever thought something like this could happen here. Wenlang never thought he’d be this worried about a subordinate, either.

When he got Gao Tu’s address, his face darkened—it was in the city’s oldest slum, where every building looked ready to fall apart. Just as he turned the car around, his phone rang.

“I’m sick. At the hospital,” Gao Tu said weakly, coughing nonstop. Wenlang felt a bit relieved, but something still felt wrong.

Then Hua Yong’s message came: Come save him. He’s injured. Bring the medical team. Hurry.

Right after, Chang Yu called, already rushing to organize a rescue. Wenlang cursed under his breath. “Get a helicopter for the team,” he said sharply. “I’ll catch up on the road.

Sheng Shaoyou didn’t even know how long he was out cold. When he finally opened his eyes, everything was pitch dark. For a second, he didn’t even know where he was… until he realized his head was resting on something soft. Turns out—it was Hua Yong’s thigh. And then this soft voice came from above, “You’re awake?”

Sheng immediately tried to sit up, but nope—Hua Yong pushed him down gently, like, “Don’t move yet, your back’s injured. Might’ve even hurt the bone.” And only then did Sheng realize—he wasn’t just lying there. He was trapped in this cramped little space, barely enough room to move. Even if he sat up, he couldn’t straighten his back.

And then it hit him—right before he blacked out, Hua Yong had helped him lift that huge bookshelf that had come crashing down. Like seriously, that thing weighed a ton. The memory made his eyelids twitch. He was like—you’ve got to be kidding me.

The space was suffocatingly dark, but one thing stood out—the air was heavy with pheromones. And not just any scent, but this rich, floral fragrance that filled every corner. It wasn’t from some Omega, though… nope, it was the pheromones of a high-level Alpha.

Sheng’s heart skipped a beat. His injured gland at the back of his neck—bitten and torn not long ago—wasn’t hurting as much now. Even his back felt numb. That scent was too strong, too soothing, like nothing he’d ever experienced. Which meant… this so-called delicate Omega sitting here? Yeah, turns out he was actually a ridiculously powerful Alpha.

Sheng’s brain just exploded. He demanded answers, but Hua Yong only said, in that calm, soft tone, “I’ll explain, but not now. Half the house collapsed in the aftershock—we’re waiting for rescue. Let’s just conserve energy.”

But Sheng wasn’t having it. He snapped coldly, “No.” The moment he realized he’d been deceived, it was like a bomb went off inside him. Every nerve in his body was screaming.

And then—things got worse. In the faint light of his phone, Sheng finally saw Hua Yong’s condition properly. His whole shoulder was drenched in blood; it had soaked through his clothes, and his pale face was dotted with specks of it, like some hauntingly beautiful ghost. Fragile, deadly, heartbreakingly pretty.

For a second, Sheng’s heart clenched. The wall behind him was wet too—blood smeared everywhere. Hua Yong was bleeding out fast, and his skin was ice cold to the touch. That’s when Sheng, half furious, half panicking, growled, “Get over here.” Hua Yong tried to move but couldn’t. He gave this weak little smile and whispered, “Forget it, I can’t move.”

That helpless look? It drove Sheng crazy. Clicking his tongue in frustration, he dragged Hua Yong closer himself. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I just don’t want to share this space with a corpse,” he muttered, rough but worried.

And then Hua Yong, pale as a sheet, leaned into him like he was clinging to the last warmth in the world. His cold skin against Sheng’s heat—it was impossible to ignore. Sheng wanted to push him away, but at the same time… he couldn’t.

But here’s the twist—Hua Yong wasn’t just hurt. He was hiding an even bigger truth. The soothing scent? It wasn’t his real pheromone. He confessed that he’d been using something called a pheromone modifier—it made him smell like an Omega, but in reality, he wasn’t. And that modifier had worn off.

Sheng was furious—his chest felt like it was going to explode. This liar! But before he could tear into him, Hua Yong suddenly dropped a bomb: that night at Royal Tian Di Hui, when Sheng had been bitten… it was him. Hua Yong admitted it himself, soft and shameless: “Mr. Sheng, it was me. I like you too much. I can’t stand you being with anyone else.”

And oh my god, Sheng nearly lost it. Pursue him? Like this? Through lies and deception? He was so mad he wanted to strangle him—but at the same time, when he saw Hua Yong’s pale, blood-stained face smiling so faintly, he couldn’t bring himself to actually do it.

In the end, they were rescued. And here’s the craziest part—Hua Yong, bleeding like hell, still gave the stretcher to Sheng first. He stood on the side, pale but steady, watching as they carried Sheng out. When the doctors tried to help him, he refused, crouched beside Sheng’s stretcher, and actually hugged him. Blood all over, face fragile yet so heartbreakingly soft—like he didn’t care if the whole world saw him weak, as long as he could hold Sheng once.

And you know what? That was Hua Yong all along. A liar, a monster, a manipulator—but when it came to Sheng Shaoyou, he was just hopelessly, desperately in love.

After the rescue, Sheng Shaoyou made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with Hua Yong—he even shut his eyes with that cold, distant look, like he didn’t want to see him ever again. Hua Yong’s smile faltered, but he didn’t argue. He just quietly refused the stretcher, and instead of riding with Sheng, he got into another ambulance.

On the way, he sat by the window, his back perfectly straight, but his eyes never left the ambulance carrying Sheng outside. “I really wish I could ride in the same vehicle as Mr. Sheng,” he murmured. Even Shen Wenlang couldn’t take it anymore—he snapped that Hua Yong’s obsession was insane, and maybe he needed a psychiatrist. But Hua Yong? He only smiled and said, “Really? I always worry that I don’t love him enough.”

Fast forward to the hospital—both men were admitted at the same time. Sheng’s injuries were minor, just a shoulder fracture and some bruises. But Hua Yong… he had a steel bar pierce straight through his shoulder. The doctors prepared to cut it out, only to find—nothing. He’d already pulled it out by himself.

Even drenched in blood, pale as death, he walked into surgery like nothing had happened. He refused anesthesia, too, because of the pheromone drugs he’d been taking. The surgeons were horrified—without painkillers, this was the kind of agony that could kill someone. But Hua Yong just lay there, calm and terrifyingly composed, even holding his phone to video call Shen Wenlang, asking about Sheng.

“Is Mr. Sheng okay? He’s not unhappy, right?” That’s what he cared about—while his own shoulder was being sliced open to the bone.

Three hours of surgery, every second like knives drilling into him, sweat soaking through his body. The pain was enough to drive anyone insane, yet he didn’t move, didn’t cry out—just endured. The doctors were shaken; even they admitted it felt inhuman.

And through all that suffering, Hua Yong’s thoughts circled back to the same person—his beloved Alpha. He dreamed of locking Sheng away, making him his alone. But then the image of Sheng’s disgust flashed in his mind, and his heart clenched. No, force wouldn’t work. To win Sheng’s love, he had to be gentle, patient, soft—because fighting the world was easy, but taming Sheng Shaoyou’s heart? That was the hardest battle of all.

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