It was three in the morning, down in the basement parking lot of Shengfang Biotech .
A black van sat in the shadows, right beside the chairman’s spot. Inside, Hua Yong leaned against the window, silent, watching 👀. The driver had just been swapped for the night shift; everything moved along like routine.

But nothing about Hua Yong’s nights was routine anymore 🔥.

For days, he had been shadowing Sheng Shaoyou almost twenty-four hours a day 💖. To outsiders, it looked ridiculous. Chang Yu and Shen Wenlang thought he’d gone insane—this young master lowering himself to play paparazzi, just to watch one man 😩. But no one dared speak up. Who could? Hua Yong wasn’t just rich—he was powerful enough to rival nations💼. If love made him mad, then the world had no choice but to let him be 💔.

“Love drives people insane,” Shen Wenlang had muttered once 😏. And lately, it wasn’t just Hua Yong proving that true.

His Beta secretary, Gao Tu—the man who had followed him faithfully for ten years—had suddenly started acting strange 😳. Taking sudden leave, asking odd questions about children, and then… resigning. For an Omega. A pregnant Omega💔.

Shen remembered that day clearly. Gao Tu had asked softly, almost carefully: “What would you do if your Omega had a child?”

The question hit a nerve. Shen’s expression went cold instantly ❄️, memories of one drunken night he hated to recall flashing through his mind. His answer was sharp, merciless: “Abort it. What else?”

For the first time in ten years, Gao Tu pushed back 😳. His voice shook, but his words were firm: “President Shen, please don’t insult Omegas like that! It’s against the Equal Rights Agreement!”

Shen stared, shocked. Gao Tu—always quiet, always loyal—was now raising his voice? For the sake of an Omega? It was unthinkable . But the resignation letter on his desk made it real. Another man gone mad for love 💖.

Shen tried to brush it off, to laugh and call him a fool 😤. But the thought of that Omega’s scent clinging to Gao Tu burned in his mind 💔. It made his chest tighten, his temper snap. Why do I even care? he cursed himself 😩. Hua Yong’s obsession must’ve infected him too 💖.

And then, in the parking lot, Hua Yong’s sharp eyes caught something 👀🔥.

The motion-sensor lights flicked on, one by one 💡. Two masked men rushed out of the lobby, dragging a sack between them . They moved too quickly, too cleanly—professionals. In under two minutes, the sack was shoved into the van, which sped out of the garage 🏃‍♂️💨.

“Turn off the engine,” Hua Yong ordered, his voice low and cold ❄️🔥.

The driver froze, then obeyed. Hua Yong’s gaze stayed locked on the retreating van, eyes dark, dangerous 💖.

“Don’t lose them,” he said. “The Alpha in that car is mine 💔.”

The driver shivered. Whoever those men had taken tonight… they had no idea what storm they’d just unleashed 🌪️🔥.

Far from the city, inside an abandoned warehouse 🏚️, the sack was dumped on the floor .

Sheng Shaoyou stirred. The drug should have kept him out much longer, but he wasn’t ordinary—an S-level Alpha’s resistance shattered expectations 💪. Slowly, his blurred vision cleared, and he realized where he was💔. 

Rough hands yanked him up, forcing him onto his knees.

The short kidnapper muttered nervously 😳: “He’s awake already? That dose should’ve dropped an elephant 🐘.”

The tall one, scar cutting across his cheek , sneered and grabbed him by the collar. “Awake or not, you’re not walking out of here .”

Sheng’s voice was low, steady, laced with scorn. “You and I have no quarrel. Why go this far? If it’s money, name your price.”

Even tied, even bleeding, he radiated the sharp, untouchable aura of an S-level 😳. The kidnappers faltered. Their excuse about “hating S-levels” was flimsy. Sheng knew immediately—these were hired thugs.

“Once I cut out your gland, we’ll see how arrogant you are.”

A laugh escaped him—low, chilling 😏❄️. “Castration? From trash like you?”

The ropes strained against his strength 💪. Fibers tore. Veins rose on his arms as he forced himself upright 🔥.

And then… his pheromones exploded into the room .

Thick, suffocating, unstoppable🔥.

The short man dropped instantly 😩, convulsing as blood poured from his nose and ears . The tall one trembled, knife shaking despite the mask covering his face .

Sheng stepped forward, planted his shoe hard on the man’s throat 👞🔥, and leaned in. His bloodied face was expressionless, but his voice cut like steel ❄️:

“You want… to castrate… me?” 

 That tall D-level Alpha had seen plenty of blood and death , but when Sheng Shaoyou’s pheromones burst out 🌪️, he froze. The pressure crushed him, blood gushed from his nose, and still Sheng’s cold gaze pinned him in place ❄️👀.

Panicked, he pulled out a hidden crossbow loaded with syringes 💉🏹. With a bloody grin 😳, he fired at Sheng’s gland. Sheng tried to dodge, but with tranquilizers already in his body 😵‍💫, he was too slow. The needle tore into his shoulder, pumping in anesthetic mixed with cyanide💔.

The kidnapper laughed like a madman 😤. “Even a Z-level couldn’t survive this—forget you!”

Sheng’s body went numb 😩. His vision blurred, ears rang 🔊, and he collapsed helpless on the ground 😭. The man raised his knife to finish it—

CRASH. 💥

The seventh-floor window shattered 🪟💨.

A figure appeared against the moonlight 🌕, standing like a god above mortals🔥. His voice was calm, but every word cut like steel ❄️💖:
“First—S-level is the ceiling. There’s no such thing as a Z-level.
Second—your knife annoyed me.

The kidnapper froze 😳. This was the seventh floor. How did he even get in?

Hua Yong stepped inside, calm as if strolling through a garden 🌿. The man tried to aim, but his body locked up with fear.

“I’ll count to three. One. Three.” ⏱️💥

Before he could react, Hua Yong was in front of him ⚡. 

Hua Yong tilted his head 😏. “Ah… wrong direction. Should’ve tossed him out the window. But falling would kill him. Murder’s illegal. And Mr. Sheng wouldn’t like me killing in front of him . Fortunately, fortunately.”

Then he turned to Sheng 🥹. His coldness melted ❄️. He bent down, cradled the half-conscious Alpha, and pressed his lips softly to the wounded gland 💖.

Hua Yong frowned , voice low. “A permanent mark should’ve been beautiful 🌺. I even wrote a hundred-thousand-word plan for it. I wanted to wait till after marriage… but now, I have no choice 💖.”

He sighed, tongue brushing the wound 😩. “Forgive me, Mr. Sheng. If I can’t save you, I might just kill someone out of heartbreak💖.

And then, he bit down ⚡💖.

His pheromone surged into Sheng, cool and overwhelming ❄️. Sheng whimpered weakly , brows furrowed, as a glowing orchid mark bloomed on his nape 🌸💖.

The Ghost Orchid. Rare, priceless, almost extinct . And now it was engraved into Sheng’s body 💖🔥.

Hua Yong’s eyes darkened with excitement . The uncrowned king of Country P almost felt giddy💥. Billions of money? Forget it 💰❌. Because at last, the excuse he’d been waiting for had come 💖—

He had finally claimed Sheng Shaoyou 😩.

Now, he was his. Forever 🥹💖.

X Hotel, Room 9901.

Sheng Shaoyou was burning with fever 😷, his pheromones spilling into the room so thick it was almost choking 🌪️. His mind hazy, body weak, every touch felt like fire. The only relief: Hua Yong’s embrace 💖.

For Hua Yong, it was a dream he had craved for too long 💕. Holding Sheng in his arms, kissing him softly 💖, coaxing the dazed Alpha to respond—it filled him with love and greedy desire 😩.

Sheng clung to him 💖, hoarse and feverish, whispering without realizing. In the dim light 🌙, all restraint was gone 😩. Hua Yong kissed him hungrily🔥, his orchid pheromone flooding the room 🌸, overpowering Sheng’s own scent until the proud Alpha could barely breathe .

“Do you want me to hold you?” Hua Yong asked in a low voice 💖.

“Yes…” Sheng gasped 😩, eyes glazed, body trembling.

But Hua Yong didn’t move immediately . He held Sheng’s chin, forcing him to look straight at him 🔥. “Think carefully. Who am I? Do you really want this?”

Sheng blinked through the haze . “You’re Hua Yong 💖.”

“And does Mr. Sheng like me?” Hua Yong pressed .

“You’re annoying. A liar. A lunatic…” Sheng’s arms pulled him closer 😩, voice breaking into a desperate plea. “But I like you. Hua Yong—give me 💖🔥.”

The permanent mark on Sheng’s nape glowed faintly 🌸, the orchid scent filling the air 🌿. Hua Yong nuzzled his cheek , trembling with happiness 🥹. Sheng, dazed and breathless , kissed him back 💕, tracing the line of his throat 💖.

For Hua Yong, it felt like conquering the unconquerable 🔥—this proud Alpha who once stood untouchable was now his, completely 😩💖.

Sheng’s strength and beauty only made him more irresistible 🔥. His back, shoulders, every line of muscle carved by years of discipline —Hua Yong touched him like a man who couldn’t believe his treasure was real 😩🔥.

“Baby…” Hua Yong’s voice shook with passion and torment .

Their hands locked on the sheets 🔥, kisses and embraces growing deeper 💖. It was overwhelming and blissful , like drowning in the person he loved most🔥.

Sheng whimpered, trying to pull back 😭, whispering hoarsely, “Enough…”

But Hua Yong only held him tighter🔥. To him, there would never be “enough” 💖. Sheng Shaoyou was too precious, too captivating—he wanted to give him everything 💕: wealth, love, a home, even children if he wished 😩💖.

In that moment, the world outside no longer mattered. All that existed was the man in his arms, the bond between them 💖, and the intoxicating scent of their permanent mark tying them together forever 💕.

Sheng buried his face in his arm , trembling, completely caught between resistance and surrender. For the first time in his life, the proud Alpha was both hunter and prey—possessing and being possessed, all at once.

The next day, X Holdings suddenly announced a paid day off for the entire company 😏.

When Chang Yu mentioned it, Shen Wenlang’s face instantly darkened. Ever since Gao Tu turned in his resignation, his mood had been a disaster 😩. He couldn’t sleep , snapped at everyone 😡, and even the new secretary’s tea managed to piss him off 🍵. (Seriously… how could boiled white tea be so hard?)

Compared to Gao Tu—steady, loyal, always knowing exactly how to calm him down 😔—this newbie felt like a brainless intern 😑.

Shen kept telling himself he didn’t care 🙄. People leave, life goes on 💔. But watching Gao Tu quietly pack up and move out of his office burned like acid in his chest 😭. For years, that Beta had followed him like a tail 🥹—clumsy, stubborn, but reliable. Shen had always assumed he’d stay forever. Turns out… the only fool who believed that… was him 😩.

Meanwhile, Chang Yu was chuckling on the phone , half-teasing Shen about his bad temper. Shen just sneered, throwing in a jab about Hua Yong:
“Oh, he’s probably delivering medicine to Shaoyou right now . A life-saving grace repaid with love 💞… How poetic.”

On the other side, Shaoyou finally woke up after sleeping for over a day. He opened his eyes to find himself in a hotel suite 🏨—curtains drawn, soft light glowing —and Hua Yong right there, holding him close , kissing his forehead like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Shaoyou froze. His wounds were gone, even the injured gland fully healed . He remembered Hua’s bite 😩, the words about a “permanent mark” 🌸, and still couldn’t figure out how he was alive after being poisoned.

When he asked about the kidnappers , Hua smoothly said :
“They’ve been handed over to the police 👮‍♂️. In a lawful society, we should let the system handle it 😌.”

Shaoyou almost choked . Hua Yong, the underworld king 👑, sending criminals to the police? Was this some kind of public safety ad? 

What he didn’t know: no police station in Jiang Hu ever got that report . Hua Yong had simply made sure the men who touched his “empress” never lived to see another sunrise 🌅.

The place Hua Yong brought Shaoyou to was Suite 9901 of X Hotel 🏨—spacious, luxurious, with its own study, gym, even a kitchen. Hua had gone all out this time , even hiring a nutritionist, hoping Shaoyou would stay and recover properly 😩.

But Shaoyou had been out cold for nearly two days, and when he finally woke up, he hadn’t eaten a single bite in all that time. The moment his stomach growled, Hua laughed softly.

“Hungry?” he teased.

Shaoyou, ever stubborn, shook his head. “Not really. I’ll just shower first.”

Easier said than done. His legs felt like boiled noodles 🍝, his body still sore from the night before. Each step toward the bathroom felt like walking on glass. Under Hua’s gaze 👀, Shaoyou forced himself to act calm 😏, but his stiff pride couldn’t hide that every movement hurt.

Of course, Hua swooped in , smiling, gently catching his wrist.
“It’s my fault . Don’t push yourself. I don’t want to see you suffer 😩.”

Shaoyou’s face burned red 😳. He tried to push him away 😤, but Hua only held him tighter 😏. By the time Shaoyou made it through the shower 🚿, dizzy and weak, he found himself trapped against the bathtub wall , kissed breathless, drowning in that intoxicating orchid scent 🌸.

When he staggered out , flushed all over, Hua was waiting with a hairdryer , carefully drying his hair . His fingers kneaded the sore muscles at Shaoyou’s thigh , voice low and coaxing:

“Still sore?” 

Shaoyou snapped, embarrassed 😳: “I’m fine!”

But Hua only laughed, poured oil into his palms, and leaned in again :
“Let me massage 😏. Don’t be shy.”

Shaoyou glared at him 😤, demanding food instead. Hua, shameless as always, murmured:

“I’ll feed you .”

The massage worked though 😌. Hua’s soothing pheromones wrapped around him 🌸, soft and addictive 😩, until the tension drained from Shaoyou’s body. By the end, the soreness eased, and he felt oddly light and clear-headed.

At the dining table 🍽️, a spread of delicate dishes and a steaming bowl of porridge waited. Shaoyou frowned.
“Porridge? I hate porridge 😒.”

“It’s good for your stomach,” Hua said, leaning close , coaxing like a spoiled cat 😩. “Just eat a little, for me?” 💖🥹

Shaoyou’s temper flared , but faced with that soft, pleading voice, he couldn’t refuse 😩. With a cold snort, he took a sip—and to his annoyance, it actually tasted good. Warm, fragrant, and strangely comforting 🥹.

Just as he was relaxing 😌, his eyes landed on the sofa. Someone was sitting there—Chang Yu.

The man who rarely appeared in public, who people scrambled to meet at banquets , was now calmly perched in the corner. Well, “calmly” might’ve been a stretch. His eyes were wide, posture stiff, and his face screamed: what the hell am I witnessing? 😳

Because this was Hua Yong —cold, ruthless Hua Yong 🔥—feeding porridge with puppy eyes 🥹, coaxing like a lovestruck newlywed.

Chang Yu’s professionalism was the only thing keeping his jaw from dropping. Still, in his head, he was reeling. No wonder Shen Wenlang lost it 😏… if this side of Hua Yong ever got out, the world wouldn’t believe it .

The man once feared like a kingpin now looked soft, patient, even submissive 🥹—utterly terrifying in its own way 😩.

Sheng Shaoyou only had a week’s worth of medicine left 💊, which meant he couldn’t completely cut ties with Hua Yong. But being around him was torture. Hua looked the same as before —gentle smile, soft voice 🌸, orchid-like scent 🌺—but now his presence carried Alpha dominance . And Sheng, an S-class Alpha , couldn’t stand that last night he had been treated like an Omega.

When he accused Hua of “using” him, Hua simply frowned 😏 and asked why it couldn’t be the other way around. Sheng was left speechless 😩, his anger clashing with the shame of remembering how tightly he had clung to Hua the night before.

He tried to leave, but Hua calmly followed , saying he had cleared three years just to pursue him 😩. Sheng mocked him for neglecting his empire 🏢, but Hua only smiled and asked seriously :
“If I lost everything one day, could I rely on you? Stay by your side forever? Wouldn't that be nice ?” 💖🥹

For a moment , Sheng almost softened 😩—until the memory of last night’s shame hit him again. With clenched teeth, he forced out: “Not nice. I hate losers the most. ”

Hua didn’t seem hurt at all. He just said softly, “That’s fine. I never lose.”

That's it for the spoilers of ep 11. See you soon with more spoilers.