When Sheng Shaoyou turned back, he saw Hua Yong standing not far away, holding a coat. He had no idea how long Hua Yong had been there—or how much he might have overheard. Hua Yong didn’t say a word, just quietly put the coat on Sheng.

Later, as Sheng headed to the company, Hua Yong hugged him from behind. Sheng felt a mix of warmth and suffocation. He couldn’t bear being separated from Hua Yong, yet he also couldn’t let his father die. His heart ached, torn between love and duty, and the pressure almost crushed him.

Three days later, Zheng Yushan called. He told Sheng Shaoyou that a certain political figure from P Country was making a surprise visit to Shanghai, and a mysterious gentleman long-rumored and jokingly referred to as Mr. UKW was also expected to make an appearance.

The entire setup was nothing short of over-the-top—an almost theatrical show of wealth and influence, designed to overwhelm and remind everyone of Mr. UKW’s untouchable status.

Sheng reacted with open mockery, calling Mr. UKW ugly, insecure, or even impotent. Instead of being impressed, he used harsh jokes to show his contempt and dismiss the man’s power.

Zheng tried to convince Sheng to make peace with Shen Wenlang. He said business needs more friends than enemies, and since Wenlang was close to X Holdings, it was smarter to stay on good terms.

Sheng Shaoyou decided to try his luck. He figured, if he happened to run into the dog emperor, he’d humble himself and see if he could persuade him to send some targeted drugs for Sheng Fang.

The party was full of glamour and elegance, but Sheng Shaoyou stayed apart, calmly watching instead of joining in.

Before leaving the house, burdened with a mind full of worries, Sheng Shaoyou had been in the dressing room changing when Hua Yong suddenly pushed the door open.

Whenever Sheng dressed formally, he never skipped the black leg garters that held his shirt neatly in place, preventing wrinkles.

Hua Yong walked in and got embarrassed seeing Sheng fixing his clothes, his face turning red. Sheng teased him for “peeking,” which made Hua Yong even shyer, so he quickly said he only came to offer help. Sheng laughed, told him not to bother, and just stay home and rest—though deep down, he was really worried about Hua Yong’s health. With phones banned at the banquet, Sheng felt uneasy since he couldn’t check on Hua Yong’s condition.

Sheng Shaoyou didn’t bring Hua Yong because of his unstable pheromones and the risk of running into Shen Wenlang, which he found unbearable. He brought Shu Xin instead, and though they’d broken up, she was happy—going with him always meant money or gifts.

Inside the banquet, hidden cameras followed Sheng Shaoyou constantly, sending the live video upstairs to Room 9901.

Upstairs, the young man was barely holding it together. Seeing Shu Xin stick to Sheng made him so jealous that it drove him crazy. He bit his own wrist and clawed at his gland until it bled, just to keep himself under control. But the moment Shu Xin leaned on Sheng again, he snapped—the chains that were supposed to be unbreakable shattered, and even the marble floor cracked under his strength.

Downstairs, though, everything looked normal. The banquet was all glitter and elegance, and Sheng Shaoyou stood calm and collected, totally unaware that someone right above him had just lost control for his sake.

Sheng was chilling, not in the mood to deal with anyone, when he heard that annoying voice. Of course, it was Shen Wenlang, strutting over with that fake-friendly grin. He even had the audacity to pat Sheng’s shoulder and crack some disgusting “we shared the same Omega, so we’re like brothers” joke. Sheng’s face went black, and he shoved him off so hard that Wenlang almost lost balance.

The air instantly turned heavy—Sheng’s pheromones burst out, bitter orange and rum filling the whole hall. Wenlang tried to act unbothered, but his poor assistant Gao Tu was right behind him, practically suffocating. He was pale, sweating bullets, but still stood there trying to look calm. Sheng didn’t care—he looked ready to throw punches.

Now, Wenlang isn’t weak. He’s an S-level Alpha, too. Normally, he’d give it back, but… he didn’t dare. Why? Because of Enigma—that crazy rich lunatic who had a scary obsession with Sheng. If Wenlang so much as made Sheng frown, Enigma would make his life hell. So instead of fighting, Wenlang swallowed his pride, cursed inside, and decided to cut his losses.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Gao Tu, who looked like he’d been run over by a truck from all the pheromone pressure. Wenlang snapped at him, “Why are you just standing there like an idiot? Does that toilet cleaner smell good?” Gao Tu forced himself to move, legs heavy as stone, and trailed after his boss.

By 9:30, the party was winding down, and the flashy boss still hadn’t shown. Sheng had enough, got up, and headed out.

At the door, he met Shen Wenlang again. This time, no fake grin, just panic all over his face.His Beta secretary was missing, and he looked like a kid who’d lost his nanny.

Sheng rolled his eyes—seriously, still can’t survive without your babysitter? He ignored him and walked off, eager to get back to Hua Yong.

After the banquet, Sheng Shaoyou started down the long corridor toward the elevators. His phone showed seven missed calls from the butler and a string of messages. 

His chest tightened, but before he could even read them, a pale hand shot out of a half-open door and yanked him inside.

The door slammed shut behind him. Darkness. The air was thick with a sharp floral scent.

Sheng moved quick, trying to knee the guy—but before he could even land it, this crazy pressure hit him like a truck. His legs just gave out, his body going all weak, and he slid down the door—only for the stranger to grab him and hold him up.

That person pulled Sheng Shaoyou close, hugging his waist, lips brushing against his neck. Their breath was rough and hot, while that strong floral scent filled the whole room—so heavy it almost choked him. Sheng felt a strange heat spreading through his body, something he had never experienced before. His neck tingled, and a soft sound slipped out of him before he could stop it.

But Sheng was an Alpha—he didn’t even realize this reaction was actually something Omegas felt during heat. His mind buzzed, body burning, yet he couldn’t move at all. His ears were being bitten and licked, the wet sounds making him tremble, his body reacting in ways he couldn’t control.

“Why the hell can’t I move?” he thought, panicked.

His pants were being tugged off, his shirt stayed unclipped, and he heard a voice whisper in his ear: “Did you wear this just for me? So beautiful.”

“What for?” Sheng asked, his voice trembling.

“I’m going to use it,” came the calm reply.

The strength difference was obvious.

The shame made his head spin. This S-level Alpha, usually so powerful and untouchable, was completely pinned down, forced to feel like prey caught by a predator. Shaoyou tried to resist, even bit down hard, tasting blood—but nothing worked.

And then—the bite. Sharp teeth sank into the back of his neck, right into his gland. Sheng cried out, voice hoarse, his body shaking as pheromones flooded the room.

Rage boiled in him. He was an S-level Alpha—how the hell could someone dare bite his gland? He swore in his heart that if he ever found out who this lunatic was, he’d kill them with his own hands.

But before he could say more, his lips were stolen again, his body completely giving in. His strength drained away, his vision darkened, and finally—he lost consciousness.

Sheng Shaoyou woke up in the afternoon, body aching all over.

Chen Pinming told Sheng Shaoyou that Mr. Hua is missing, and he gave him the letter he found.

Sheng’s hands shook as he opened it.

[Mr. Sheng, a father, can’t be replaced. I don’t want you to regret choosing me, so I chose for you. Be better, smile more. We won’t meet again. I love you. —Hua Yong]

Sheng stared at the letter, eyes turning red. His chest tightened until he could barely breathe. The proud Alpha, who was never allowed to cry, finally broke down.He covered his face, shoulders shaking, sobbing like a child who had lost his whole world.Because without Hua Yong, there was no happiness left for him.

That afternoon, Shen Wenlang sent the medicine to Sheng Fang—a box worth billions, but to Sheng Shaoyou, it felt like Hua Yong’s life had been traded away.

He sat at his desk, calling Hua Yong again and again. Each time: phone off. His chest ached. He couldn’t face Sheng Fang, so Chen Pinming went to fetch the medicine.

An hour later, Chen called. “President Sheng… won’t you come? Mr. Hua is here, too.”

At He Ci hospital, whispers spread as Shaoyou stormed in with a dozen men, heading straight for the elevators.

“Mr. Hua went to the basement. Shen Wenlang is with him,” Chen said quickly.

The elevator was too slow. Shaoyou turned and bolted down the stairs, chest burning, every step ripping through his sore body—like punishment carved into his flesh.

Shen Wenlang’s flashy car sat in the basement. And there was Hua Yong, looking small and fragile, with Shen Wenlang’s arm around him.

“Hua Yong,” Sheng Shaoyou called, but Hua Yong froze. Shen Wenlang shoved him into the car, and it started moving. Sheng Shaoyou’s chest felt like it was being crushed.

The bodyguards blocked the car, and the driver honked, but no one moved.

Shen Wenlang stepped out. “Young Master Sheng, what do you want?”

“Where’s Hua Yong? Give him back.”

Shen Wenlang smirked. “Was he ever yours?”

He asked Hua Yong, still in the car, “Want to go with him?”

“No,” Hua Yong said.

Sheng Shaoyou’s heart broke. Anger and pain surged through him. “Hua Yong, get out. Come with me,” he growled.

Hua Yong tugged gently at Shen Wenlang’s jacket. “Can I speak to Mr. Sheng alone?”

Finally, Shen Wenlang stepped back. Hua Yong slowly got out, his hand ice-cold in Sheng Shaoyou’s.

In a quiet corner, Hua Yong’s eyes welled up. Sheng Shaoyou wiped his tears. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m not,” Hua Yong insisted.

“Then come home,” Sheng Shaoyou said.

Hua Yong shook his head. “I can’t. Your father… needs the medicine.”

Sheng Shaoyou’s heart sank. “Did he hurt you?”

Hua Yong went pale, lips bruised. No words.

He held Hua Yong tightly. “Don’t go. Come home with me. I can’t forget you.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you. Very much.”

Hua Yong tried to step back, but Sheng Shaoyou tightened his grip. “You’re mine. Only mine. I can’t lose you.”

The thought of Hua Yong leaving, choosing another, was unbearable. This delicate, stubborn little Omega belonged only to him.

Shen Wenlang had been on a losing streak lately.

Not long ago, he’d ended up witnessing a perfect love story in a hospital basement—and somehow managed to play the idiot villain trying to break it up. If Hua Yong hadn’t stepped in, Shen Wenlang would’ve probably gotten beaten senseless by Sheng Shaoyou right there.

And if that wasn’t enough, his right-hand man, Gao Tu, had gone missing for almost three days. Since that banquet, he hadn’t heard a word.

The night of the banquet had been a blur. Shen Wenlang had been dragged around by some wine-loving political figure from Country P, drinking glass after glass in desperation. By the end, he somehow rolled into bed with an Omega in heat… without even realizing it.

Morning comes. He wakes up in the staff lounge. The sofa bed collapsed. Smell of clary sage mixed with overpowering pheromones. Blood. Chaos.

Memories hit like a brick. Gao Tu is gone. He’s in bed with a stranger, Omega. What the hell happened?

He tried piecing the night together, but alcohol had stolen most of it. All he could remember: the Omega wasn’t delicate, had a strong, built body, and had begged for mercy with tears sliding down their cheeks. And somehow, he’d kissed them—again and again—completely losing control.

Shen Wenlang scowled. He couldn’t believe he’d let it happen. Even if the scent was nice, even if the body felt right… It was still a filthy Omega. He had lost his mind.

Shen Wenlang was already pissed off that day when Hua Yong suddenly called him up, asking for a few months’ worth of the meds.

Shen Wenlang snapped, “What am I, a courier? Go get it yourself!”

But Hua Yong didn’t lose his calm. He just said softly, “Then you deliver it. Mr. Sheng’s angry… maybe he’ll beat you up a little to cool down.”

That really set Shen Wenlang off. He slammed the phone, cursing under his breath.

But then, a text popped up on his screen: “A few days ago, you slept with an Omega. Want to see him?”

Shen Wenlang froze. It hit his weak spot straight on. He called back in a hurry: “You saw him?!”

And Hua Yong’s voice came, gentle but smiling, “Mhm. I even took pictures. Wanna see them?”

Shen Wenlang gritted his teeth. “Send them!”

But Hua Yong’s reply was calm as ever: “Deliver the meds.”

After getting Hua Yong back, Sheng Shaoyou finally had time to think about that night.

He’d faced a bastard who deserved to be ripped apart—but couldn’t say a word. Surveillance was useless, and he had to swallow the pain and keep moving. Work went on, deals got signed, but every win felt hollow—Hua Yong had paid the price for him.

In the parking garage, Shen Wenlang had tried to act clever. Sheng Shaoyou wanted to hit him, but Hua Yong gently held his sleeve. “Let it go, Mr. Sheng.”

Sheng Shaoyou clenched his fists but released Shen Wenlang, glaring coldly. “Count yourself lucky. Walk enough dark roads, you’ll meet ghosts.”

Shen Wenlang smirked. “Better guard your treasure—it’s irresistible.”

Sheng Shaoyou ignored him, holding Hua Yong’s hand tight all the way home, never letting go.

Shaoyou thought that once Hua Yong was back, everything would go back to normal. But Hua started avoiding him and even moved to the guest room. Shaoyou teased him, “What, you don’t wanna sleep with me anymore?” And Hua just looked down and whispered, “I’m dirty.”

Instead of forcing anything, Shaoyou just slept on the floor next to him. After a few days, Hua said, “This isn’t fair.” Shaoyou grabbed his hand and said, “Then come back with me.”Hua blushed so hard, tried to resist, but Shaoyou stopped the moment he said “No.”  He told him gently, “Only if you want it. I’ll never push you.”

That’s when Hua Yong realized how much he actually cared… and he ended up giving him a small kiss, smiling. “Mr. Sheng is so silly.”

I think episode 9 will cover this much portion only, so see you soon in my next post.