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Let’s dive into ABO Desire Episode 13 spoilers. Episode 12 ended with Hua reminding Mr. Sheng about his father’s medicine…

Hua Yong smiled like it was nothing. “I already sent it to the hospital. After work, let’s go see him together, okay?”

They walked into the building shoulder to shoulder. Chen Pinming noticed Sheng walked a little off, and the inhibitor patch on his neck glowed faintly — the hint of a flower showing through. Hua Yong hovered close, tried to help a few times, and each time Sheng pushed him away. Hua Yong, instead of getting mad, rubbed his reddened hand and complained in a soft voice, “It hurts.”

“If you’re scared of pain, get out,” Sheng snapped — even as his eyes flicked to the flushed spot on Hua Yong’s skin. The kid could be fragile and strong at once. Tough to know how to feel.

At the briefing, Hua Yong sat politely at Sheng’s right side, listening like nothing was odd. After everyone left, Hua Yong asked Chen Pinming to give them privacy — and the moment the door closed and the blinds fell, the room changed.

Hua Yong stepped close, voice low. “Who am I to you, Mr. Sheng?”

Sheng shot back coldly, “You’ve had your fun. Don’t pretend to be affectionate.”

Hua Yong didn’t step back. He leaned in until his warm breath was on Sheng’s face. “Playing? I’m serious. Mr. Sheng, you’re my Alpha — my only one. I love you. I want to protect you. I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.”

Sheng tried to refuse — “I don’t need th—” — but Hua Yong cut him off with a kiss.

The room filled with the scent of orchid and something impossible to ignore. Sheng’s pride cracked; every bit of resistance weakened under that kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Sheng found himself stunned, lips tingling.

Hua Yong kept going, gentle and fierce. He touched Sheng’s cheek and asked, like it meant everything, “Don’t you like me?”

Sheng demanded proof: “What do you even like about me?”

Hua Yong’s answer was simple and absolute: “Everything. All of it. If it’s you, I love it.”

Sheng stared, disbelieving. Everything? It sounded impossible — but the way Hua Yong said it felt real. Sheng’s head buzzed. He gave one last warning, hard and blunt: “One lie, and you’re gone. Get lost — the farther the better.”

Hua Yong nodded fast, sincere. “I won’t lie again. Yes — I promise.”

He knew the stakes. Hua Yong had lied before because he felt he had no choice. Now, with Sheng within reach, another lie would cost him everything. He wasn’t going to risk that.

“When did you meet me? And how?” Sheng asked.

“Fifteen years ago. In Japan,” Hua Yong said.

Shaoyou blinked. “Wait… how old are you now?”

“Twenty-three.”

Shaoyou almost choked. What the hell—he was eight back then?! He racked his brain, but nope, no memory of ever meeting him.

You’ve liked me for fifteen years?” Sheng asked, stunned.

“It’s no secret,” Hua Yong said earnestly. “Everyone knows I love you. I can’t live without you. What about you, Mr. Sheng—do you like me?”

Sheng’s ears went red. “I hate liars.”

“I won’t lie again,” Hua Yong promised quickly.

After a pause, Sheng demanded, “What’s going on with Shen Wenlang? Those injuries—what do they mean?”

“Don’t be jealous,” Hua Yong smiled. “I hurt myself. During my heat, I couldn’t control it. When I see you, I want to hold you. When I don’t, I go crazy. I just… like you too much.”

Sheng flushed. “Your cheesy lines are terrible.”

“Then I’ll learn,” Hua Yong said softly, tugging him close. “As long as you let me stay by your side.”

“What, as my secretary?” Sheng mocked.

“If you’ll let me,” Hua Yong nodded.

“You’ll have to listen to me.”

“I will. Or maybe I’m too weak and need you to protect me,” Hua Yong added smoothly.

That finally satisfied Sheng, and Hua Yong became “Secretary Hua,” sticking close to him.

Meanwhile, Sheng Shaoqing was spiraling. He paid a fortune to get rid of Sheng Shaoyou, but the plan failed and the men vanished. Furious, he fled to Macau, gambled, and lost millions.

Drunk, he ranted to the Omega beside him: “That older brother of mine—always in my way!”

The Omega coaxed him, then whispered slyly, “You can’t beat men like him with force. You need soft ropes to tie him down.”

And a new scheme began to form.

Every morning, the moment he opened his eyes, Hua Yong leaned in for a kiss.

Sheng Shaoyou had never imagined two Alphas could have such high pheromone compatibility. Hua Yong’s natural scent pulled at him stronger than any Omega ever had, making his control slip before the day had even begun.

The thought of giving in made his chest tighten. He wasn’t supposed to want this. 

In a rush of anger at himself, he shoved Hua Yong away: “Put your scent away.”

“Mr. Sheng doesn’t like it?”

“I’m not some kind of pervert!” He flung off the quilt and stood up sharply. “I only like Omegas.”The next day, Hua Yong was gone. Shaoyou noticed right away—no one to stop him from drinking iced coffee, no one hovering around.

Chen Pinming said quietly, “Mr. Hua took sick leave. He didn’t look well.”

Shaoyou pretended not to care, but after work, he went straight to the hotel. Stuck in traffic, his irritation grew. Hua Yong wasn’t picking up his calls, and his chest felt tight.

When he finally called Chang Yu, the answer hit hard: Hua Yong was with a doctor—his body was suffering from those pheromone modifiers.

The moment Shaoyou reached the hotel, he rushed straight upstairs. Just as he was about to punch in the code for Hua Yong’s room, the door opened.

Hua Yong stood there, pale but smiling. “Mr. Sheng, you’re back early.”

All of Shaoyou’s anger disappeared at once. He wanted to scold him, but the words stuck in his throat.

Inside, he saw a man in a suit with a medical kit—Dr. Cai. He turned out to be Hua Yong’s half-brother. Unlike Hua Yong, who had grown up in the Hua family’s power struggles, Dr. Cai had chosen medicine and often worried about him.

The brothers bickered, with Dr. Cai warning Hua Yong not to ruin his health and even teasing about Shaoyou. Hua Yong, though, brushed him off with a smile and pulled Shaoyou to his side, declaring, “As long as Mr. Sheng’s with me, I’ll take care of myself.”

Dr. Cai could only shake his head helplessly. Family ties were complicated—the Hua family was filled with rivalry, and Hua Yong’s bond with this brother was far better than with the rest. But in the end, Dr. Cai left, still worried.

The door slammed shut.

As soon as Cai Hong left, Hua Yong dropped his cold act and asked softly, “Mr. Sheng, Chinese or Western snacks?”

Sheng Shaoyou frowned. “What’s going on? Who was that man? And what’s with your arm?” He grabbed Hua Yong’s arm, noticing the patch.

Hua Yong whined, leaning against him, “You’re holding me too tight.”

Sheng Shaoyou softened slightly but pressed, “Why did you take leave?”

Hua Yong explained lightly, avoiding the full story: “That’s my half-brother, Dr. Cai. Mom asked him to look after me before she passed. He’s fierce, that’s all.” He leaned against Sheng Shaoyou, complaining softly.

Sheng Shaoyou wasn’t convinced. “A doctor, huh? Why come here?”

“Just checking on me,” Hua Yong said, still vague but honest.

Sheng Shaoyou sniffed him—his usual orchid scent was gone, replaced by a soft, gentle floral note.

 Sheng Shaoyou gripped Hua Yong’s jaw, furious: “Do you think messing with me is fun?”

“I don’t. I like you, Mr. Sheng. I hope you like me too.”

“You think changing your scent will make me like you?”

Hua Yong stayed silent, his eyes asking, Didn’t you use to like it?

Sheng’s anger surged. “Hua Yong, if you pull this again, don’t expect me to see you!”

“I’m not dying,” Hua Yong replied innocently. “I just want you to like me.”

Sheng snapped, “You think just because you’re special, you can mess around? Take off your pants if you want to suffer!”

Chang Yu, stunned by the scene, quietly excused himself and left, leaving the room to just the two of them.

Hua Yong loosened Sheng Shaoyou’s tie and pressed his warm mouth to the sensitive spot on his neck. The sensation made Sheng’s heart race and blood surge. They shared a long, deep kiss.

Sheng Shaoyou sighed, finally saying, “Don’t mess around like that again.”

Hua Yong murmured, “But the scent—”

Sheng cut him off: “It’s all the same. Your natural scent isn’t bad either.”

Hua Yong’s eyes lit up, solemn and earnest, as they kissed again.

In the end, they didn’t go further. Sheng couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of him, even as Hua Yong’s Omega scent stirred desire. The snacks on the table went untouched—just being with Hua Yong had drained all his energy.

Sheng Shaoyou panicked and shoved Hua Yong away: “S-Stop!”

Hua Yong pulled back slightly, teasing: “Mr. Sheng tastes sweet.”

Sheng was flustered and quickly told him to button his shirt. Seeing Hua Yong’s exposed collarbone and chest, he realized just how dangerously tempting he was—like perfect bait, designed to make Sheng fall completely. Even knowing Hua Yong was teasing him, Sheng couldn’t help but feel drawn in.

After resting at home for two days under Sheng’s supervision, Hua Yong returned to work. Chen Pinming, the family retainer, noticed the change: he was warmer and subtly supportive, hinting that Sheng actually cared for Hua Yong. Hua Yong accepted documents with a faint smile and promised sincerely, “Whatever Mr. Sheng wants, I’ll give it to him. I won’t lie again.”

That afternoon, Sheng’s usual nap stretched longer than normal. He woke to find Hua Yong sitting close in bed, delivering documents but also “keeping him company.” Sheng scolded him lightly, but Hua Yong insisted that only he could be there. Sheng couldn’t argue—he realized just how possessive and devoted Hua Yong had become.

Later, when Chen Pinming reminded him about his pheromone disorder checkup, Hua Yong immediately offered to accompany him, saying a bonded partner’s support was important for recovery. Sheng was amused by his seriousness and possessiveness, realizing how much Hua Yong cared.

Inside the consultation room, Sheng Shaoyou’s gaze sharpened like a blade, making the doctor shrink back. The doctor nervously repeated his advice: Sheng Shaoyou’s pheromone disorder had improved, and he should spend his next rut period with a bonded Omega.

Hua Yong’s eyes darkened. “You’re telling my Alpha to… do what?” he hissed. Sheng Shaoyou shot him a warning glance that froze the words on Hua Yong’s lips. The doctor, sensing danger, quickly added an awkward alternative.

After the tense appointment, Hua Yong gently grabbed Sheng Shaoyou’s hand, fingers slipping perfectly between his. Warm, soft, yet firm—he whispered close to Sheng Shaoyou’s ear, “Mr. Sheng, during this time, you haven’t slept with anyone else except me.”

“Shut up,” Sheng Shaoyou muttered, but he didn’t pull away.

By the time they reached Sheng Fang’s bedside, Hua Yong stayed silent, obediently following, letting Sheng Shaoyou guide him. Their hands stayed locked, and Hua Yong’s big, shiny eyes, full of trust and longing, made Sheng Shaoyou’s chest tighten. His heartbeat quickened—it felt like falling, but in a way he couldn’t fight.

Then it happened. Their lips met. Fierce, greedy, impatient—both of them dominating, neither willing to give an inch. Their pheromones mingled like electricity, wrapping them in a private little world of heat and longing.

Sunlight streamed through the hospital window, catching the entwined silhouettes. Sheng Fang, briefly awake, squinted and saw his eldest son passionately kissing a young man at the foot of his bed. A faint, proud smile tugged at his dry lips.

Hua Yong’s hands slid along Sheng Shaoyou’s back and waist, gentle but daring, teasing, and yet careful. Sheng Shaoyou trembled, a strange fire rushing up his spine. He elbowed Hua Yong lightly, gasping, “Are you insane? My dad is right here!”

Hua Yong just looked at him, soft, bright-eyed, almost apologetic without words.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sheng,” he whispered, that soft, irresistible tone that always made Sheng Shaoyou’s defenses crumble. “I couldn’t hold back. It’s all my fault.”

Sheng Shaoyou let out a long sigh, heart melting. Being young wasn’t a fault. Desire wasn’t a fault either. In that moment, none of it mattered—just the closeness, the warmth, and the sheer intensity of being together.

That night, in Suite 9901 of the X Hotel, Hua Yong had just stepped out of the shower. Steam clung to his skin as he sat on the edge of the bed, a gray silk robe hanging loosely over him—half on, half off—and clearly wearing nothing underneath. His pale, wet chest shimmered in the light, and Sheng Shaoyou, who was trying to read his biotech journal, could barely focus.

Of course, Hua Yong didn’t make it easy. He reached out through the quilt and touched Sheng Shaoyou’s leg. “Mr. Sheng, are you busy?”

“Stay away from me!” Sheng Shaoyou snapped, jerking his leg.

But Hua Yong just smiled, half-crawling up the bed, teasing every inch of the way. “How can I stay away if I want to climb into your bed?”

Sheng Shaoyou blinked, holding his tablet like a shield. “Did I give permission? You just climb up here on your own?”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” Hua Yong replied, that mischievous glint in his eyes making Sheng Shaoyou’s chest tighten. And then… the smell hit him—cool, crisp, and intoxicating. Orchid-scented, impossible to ignore.

Hua Yong leaned closer, licking his lips slowly. “I want to kiss you. Can I, Mr. Sheng?”

Sheng Shaoyou froze. That tongue… he’d tasted it before. Soft, slick, teasing. And somehow, it always made his brain short-circuit.

Hua Yong pressed the advantage, brushing his tongue against Sheng Shaoyou’s lips. “Mr. Sheng tastes sweet…”

And that was it. Reason flew out the window. Sheng Shaoyou grabbed Hua Yong’s head and kissed him back fiercely. Hot, messy, urgent—a battle of wills and lips. Their breaths mingled, their bodies heated, and the air was thick with desire.

Sheng Shaoyou’s legs weakened, and his head spun. Hua Yong’s kisses were playful but demanding, gentle but bold. He pinned Sheng Shaoyou’s wrists above his head, yet somehow it felt safe, thrilling, and overwhelming all at once.

Sheng Shaoyou was kissed until his head spun, chest heaving violently.

The arrow was on the bowstring. Hua Yong opened the bedside drawer—empty box of condoms. His face darkened. He dropped Sheng Shaoyou’s hands and reached for his phone, only for it to be slapped away.

“No need,” Sheng snapped.

“But what if—”

“What? You think you’re dirty?”

Hua Yong looked wounded. “Mr. Sheng, how could you think that? I’ve never touched anyone else. I’m clean—body and mind. I only like you.” He leaned in, brushing his lips to the corner of Sheng’s mouth.

Sheng turned away, impatient. “Enough nonsense. Either do it, or get lost.”

Get lost? Impossible.

Hua Yong grinned, eyes burning. “You said it yourself. If something happens, don’t blame me.”

Sheng flushed, kicking hard. “You little lunatic! I’m not really an Omega—just hurry up. Early death, early reincarnation.”

The wolf king seized the little sheep’s hoof in one swift move and flipped him over.

By the end, Sheng Shaoyou was completely undone. Wanted, cherished, and consumed—by Hua Yong. It was messy, dizzying, and beautiful all at once.

On the other hand, Shen Wenlang was losing his patience. In frustration, he called Hua Yong.

“You mean last time Secretary Gao said he wouldn’t stay unless he got 15% of the shares, but now he’s only asking for 10%?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why? What’s his game?”

“How the hell should I know—that’s why I’m asking you!” Shen Wenlang snapped. “Damn it, aren’t you supposed to be good at relationships? Can’t you give me one useful piece of advice?!”

“Wenlang…” Hua Yong’s voice was uncharacteristically gentle. Having permanently marked his beloved Alpha, his mood was soaring. He even had the patience to forgive Shen’s rudeness. “Have you ever thought—maybe Secretary Gao was just joking?”

“Joking?!” Shen Wenlang nearly blew a fuse. “What’s so funny about that? Besides, Gao Tu never jokes.”

“That’s with you,” Hua Yong countered smoothly. “Just because he doesn’t joke with you doesn’t mean he won’t with others—”

“Doesn’t joke with me but flirts with other people?” Shen Wenlang’s voice jumped an octave. He sounded like a wolf whose tail had just been stepped on. “What the hell is going on in that idiot’s head?!”

Hua Yong actually had to move the phone away from his ear. With his sharp Enigma hearing, Shen’s roar felt like a megaphone blaring in his skull. Rubbing his ear with a grimace, he said disdainfully, “You’re so damn loud. No wonder Secretary Gao doesn’t like you.”

“Who wants him to like me?!”

“Then why do you keep calling me?” Hua Yong asked lazily.

“To check on you! Is that not allowed?”

“Oh, thank you for your concern.” Hua Yong chuckled. “But maybe you should focus more on yourself. Everything’s smooth on my end. If I work just a little harder, soon you’ll be attending my wedding with Mr. Sheng. Isn’t that something to look forward to?”

Shen Wenlang practically choked on the wave of sickly-sweet dog food. Furious, he slammed the call shut before Hua Yong could shovel any more sugar into his face.

He took a sip of tea, frowned, and snapped for his staff. Two department heads rushed in, tense.

“Didn’t the business department get the day off to celebrate the major shareholder’s romance? Then why can’t anyone here make a proper cup of tea?”

“The recipe was from Secretary Gao’s manual,” the assistant stammered. “He’s still working downstairs. Should I bring him up?”

“No need!” Shen Wenlang’s glare darkened. “Without him, you can’t even brew tea? What do I pay you for?”

Everyone knew Gao Tu was the boss’s favorite—by his side for years, managing work, habits, even medicine. With him gone, tempers ran hotter, and the office suffered.

Past six. If Shen hurried, he might still catch him. Pushing back his chair, he muttered, “I’ll check the handover myself—”

“I’ve already finished it.”

Shen froze. Gao Tu stood at the door, face calm, though his eyes carried quiet hurt.

“All confidential materials are handed over. Your private matters will be passed to your new secretary. If you’re uneasy, I can sign a lifelong confidentiality agreement.”

“That’s not what I—”

“President Shen.” Gao Tu’s voice was firm, leaving no room. “The lounge access has been deleted. Reset instructions will be sent. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave now.”

“Wait!” Shen blurted, nearly stumbling.

Gao Tu stopped, gaze cool through his glasses. “Is there something else?”

“…Your sister. Is she better?”

A flicker passed in Gao Tu’s eyes before he gave a faint, polite smile. “Thank you for your care. For the fees you advanced, I’ll repay you. I’m grateful.” His words were gentle, but distant—professional, not personal.

The Beta in front of him had always unsettled Shen Wenlang, those bright eyes and soft lips stirring something nameless in his chest. But tonight Gao Tu looked pale, worn, exhaustion heavy on his frame. A sharp ache twisted in Shen’s chest, and he instinctively stepped forward—

But Gao Tu retreated. “I’ve truly been grateful. I’ll return everything you lent me.”

On his last day, Gao Tu stood across the street, staring at the HS building. Sunlight blazed against the wide, glass window of the top floor—Shen Wenlang’s office.

Shen had been his one shining star, the only light in his long, dark nights. He stared until his eyes blurred with tears, neck stiff, heart breaking.

Ten years. Such a dream couldn’t last forever. But to have stood close to Shen, even briefly, was already a blessing.

Clutching the cardboard box, Gao Tu finally looked away. His heart was calm.

It was over.

Sheng Shaoyou slammed his papers down. “Stay a meter away, or you’re fired!”

Hua Yong just smiled, wrapping an arm around him. “Then can I still get paid? I need to support my future family.”

Sheng Shaoyou groaned, elbowing him back. “Stay far away if you care about the job!”

Later, during a video call, Hua Yong got too close again. Sheng Shaoyou finally lost it: “Out. Bring Chen Pinming instead.” Hua Yong left reluctantly, still smiling, knowing his Alpha would call him back when he needed him most.

Meanwhile, Sheng Shaoqing showed up unannounced, eager to take over Shengfang Biotech if Sheng Shaoyou wasn’t around. He waited impatiently while Chen Pinming explained that Sheng Shaoyou was in a meeting.

Meanwhile, Hua Yong was already on the move. His sixth sense tingled—first rut after the permanent mark, and the separation anxiety was intense. All afternoon, he’d been glued to his phone, waiting for Sheng Shaoyou’s call.

The door to the lounge was locked. Hua Yong knocked, ears tuned for every sound, catching the faint scent of rum and wood—Sheng Shaoyou’s presence was there, intoxicating. His pupils tightened, desire flickering across his beautiful face.

“Mr. Sheng, are you in there? Could you open the door?”

A soft, hoarse murmur: “—Come on in.”

Chen Pinming, a Beta with ordinary hearing, barely caught anything, but seeing Hua Yong’s satisfied smile left him stunned. When Hua Yong straightened, the door clicked open.

Chen Pinming instinctively tried to step in, but was blocked. Hua Yong, polite but firm, said, “Mr. Sheng isn’t available to see outsiders right now. Secretary Chen, please see yourself out.”

Even a decade of devoted service couldn’t break that barrier. Hua Yong’s presence was absolute. In the end, it was always the one right beside you who mattered most.

Chen Pinming had seen a lot in his years as Sheng Shaoyou’s secretary—but Hua Yong worried the young master more than anyone ever had. When Hua Yong fell ill, Sheng Shaoyou’s face had drained of color, his energy gone, his nights restless. He even accidentally signed documents with Hua Yong’s name. Chen Pinming had no doubt: this was either love or madness.

Even after learning Hua Yong’s true identity, Sheng Shaoyou had been furious… but Chen Pinming knew he’d come back. Those letters Hua Yong sent? While Sheng Shaoyou pretended to ignore them, he secretly read each one in private. Chen Pinming had caught him a few times but wisely just left him to it, quietly closing the door behind him.

Love, they say, can’t be hidden. And Sheng Shaoyou’s love for Hua Yong was as obvious as it was overwhelming.

When the lounge door opened, a wave of pheromones hit them.

Hua Yong’s heart thumped.

Sheng Shaoyou lay on the bed, tall and commanding even in repose.

The permanent mark between them mirrored desires: the Alpha’s rut stirred the Enigma just as intensely.

Hua Yong’s skin tingled. His breath hitched.

Sheng Shaoyou’s husky voice broke the tension: “Come here.”

The mattress sank slightly as Hua Yong moved closer, the orchid scent filling the air.

Sheng Shaoyou pulled him in, and Hua Yong felt his heat, his pheromones, his presence.

“Mr. Sheng, I missed you so much,” Hua Yong whispered softly.

Sheng Shaoyou’s entire body burned.

“Miss me? If you beg me, I might consider it,” he rumbled.

Then Hua Yong surged forward, close enough that his nasal warmth and eyelashes brushed against Sheng Shaoyou’s cheek.

“Please, I beg you,” he whispered, his voice soft but teasing. “You missed me, too, right, Mr. Sheng?”

Sheng Shaoyou’s chest heated instantly at the words and the closeness.

Hua Yong’s fingers slid along Sheng Shaoyou’s neck, over his shoulders, down his back.

Every touch made Sheng Shaoyou shiver, his body betraying him even as he tried to stay cool.

The air between them was thick with heat, pheromones, and a kind of delicious tension that made it hard to think straight.

For a moment, it felt like the world had disappeared, replaced by some wild, mythical land where desire ruled everything.

Then Hua Yong pressed a soft kiss to Sheng Shaoyou’s cheek and whispered with a grin, “Mr. Sheng is so adorable.”

Even in the darkened lounge, the closeness between them made everything feel a little magical, a little glowing.

A warm, fuzzy sense of happiness spread slowly through Sheng Shaoyou, like summer flowers slowly opening in the sun.

Meanwhile, outside, Chen Pinming caught a glimpse of Hua Yong carrying a couple of tissues—probably from spilling a cup of water.

But looking at that sweet, satisfied smile on Hua Yong’s face, it was clear the boss hadn’t scolded him.

And honestly? In their little world, maybe he never would.

Sheng Shaoqing had been stuck in the reception room all afternoon, watching the sun slowly sink. The sky blushed pink and gold, painting a beautiful evening—but he didn’t notice a thing. He was too annoyed, convinced his brother, Sheng Shaoyou, was making him wait on purpose. After all, news of his gambling loss in Macau had probably reached everyone by now, and he suspected his older brother was having the time of his life seeing him squirm.

By 7 p.m., Sheng Shaoyou finally showed up—looking flawless despite his exhaustion. Shirt buttoned to the collar, tie perfectly straight, suit jacket smooth and neat. Even tired, he radiated control and authority.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice hoarse and slightly congested.

Sheng Shaoqing forced a smile, his teeth gritting. “Long time no see, big brother.”

It had been ages since they’d last met at the hospital, and Sheng Shaoyou could hardly believe how much his half-brother had suddenly changed.

Sheng Shaoyou, already drained from his rut, felt like he’d been run over. Every step toward the reception room was a struggle, his body weak and aching. Yet he somehow made it in, and Hua Yong, dutiful as ever, followed quietly at his side—though inwardly he didn’t approve of this exhausting display.

Once inside, Sheng Shaoyou forced himself to focus. “You said you know you were wrong?”

“Yeah,” Sheng Shaoqing admitted, hanging his head. “The company’s just gotten out of a crisis, and I’ve been useless. I even lost more than 37 million in Macau. Big brother, I really need your help!”

Sheng Shaoyou rubbed his nose, tired but resolute. He picked up the phone and called Chen Pinming for his checkbook. A few minutes later, a check for 37 million slid across the table, and Sheng Shaoyou warned coldly, “There won’t be a next time.”

Sheng Shaoqing’s face stayed calm, but inside, he was thrilled. After exchanging some pleasantries, he finally left, and Sheng Shaoyou sank back into the sofa, sore and utterly exhausted.

Hua Yong, ever attentive, stepped in immediately. He lifted Sheng Shaoyou effortlessly and murmured, “Mr. Sheng really knows how to act spoiled.”

“Are you tired of living?” Sheng Shaoyou muttered.

“No,” Hua Yong replied, nipping his ear softly and smiling. “As long as I get to hold you, even another 500 years wouldn’t be enough.”

With Sheng Shaoyou’s first rut in full swing, every touch, every breeze felt intense. Hua Yong held him close, their bodies entangled again once they returned to the hotel, the sweet, heavy orchid scent filling the air. Sheng Shaoyou had no escape—but then, he wouldn’t have wanted one anyway.His body burned from desire and fatigue.

Hua couldn’t help but think about Sheng Shaoqing’s smug little face earlier. With a quiet sigh, he muttered, “Mr. Sheng is far too easy to fool. I’ll have to keep a closer eye on you in the future.”

That 30-some million Sheng Shaoyou spent really worked. Sheng Shaoqing had actually behaved—visiting Sheng Fang’s hospital and sending frequent messages to check on him. Sheng Shaoyou rarely replied, just a simple “Mm,” but he read every message. Family was family, and reconciliation—even small—was good.

A week later, during Sheng Shaoyou’s lunch break, Sheng Shaoqing called.

The Chairman’s office was quiet except for rapid, uneven breaths and the rustle of fabric against scattered papers. Sheng Shaoyou lay across the desk, hands tied with a necktie, waist dipping low, restraint digging into his skin. Hua Yong pressed close behind him, his scent wild and floral, heat radiating like fire.

“Asshole…” Sheng Shaoyou muttered, sweat gleaming in his hair, hands braced against the desk. “Enough! Are you possessed by a horny poodle or what?”

Hua Yong laughed, kissing the back of his neck. “It’s your fault for being too cute.”

Ignoring the office’s private rest area, Hua Yong coaxed him to the desk. During his rut, resisting him was impossible.

The phone vibrated, startling Sheng Shaoyou. Hua Yong tightened his arms, breaths mixing behind his ear. Sheng Shaoyou answered, slightly breathless.

“Big Brother, are you free tomorrow? Let’s have dinner,” Sheng Shaoqing asked.

“I’ll have someone book a place,” Sheng Shaoyou replied casually.

“No need. I already arranged it. You’re free, right? You have to come.”

“Got it.”

After hanging up, Hua Yong wrapped his arms around him. “Scheming little brother-in-law again? So annoying,” he said, eyes crinkling.

Sheng Shaoyou tried to shrug him off. “You’re annoying too.”

“No way,” Hua Yong grinned. “I’m well-behaved. Fast if you say fast, slow if you say slow…”

Obedient? Well-behaved? He hadn’t slowed—he’d gone faster, like a pile driver. Obedient, my ass.

“It’s not like he invited you. Why are you annoyed?”

Hua Yong pouted. “Not taking me? I’ll go hungry.”

Sheng Shaoyou laughed. “Without me, you can’t eat?”

“Hmm.” Hua Yong touched his cheek. “I don’t want to eat alone. Take me?”

“I’m the one invited. And I’m bringing you?” Sheng Shaoyou crossed his arms. “Isn’t that inappropriate?”

He loved seeing Hua Yong soft, so he teased further. “You people from P Country don’t get that the host decides?”

Hua Yong smiled. “I rarely attend dinner gatherings anyway.”

Sheng Shaoyou teased, “Maybe because no one dares invite you? A bit unapproachable.”

Hua Yong leaned closer, kissing his cheek. “I’m learning to flatter—haven’t mastered it yet.”

“When will you?”

“By the end of this week. I’ll work hard. With your charm, the number of people who want to be loved by you could fill the Huangpu River. I wouldn’t dare not work hard.”

That’s all for the Episode 13 spoilers. I’ll see you soon in my next post!