Hi everyone!
Time for some spoilers from Episode 14 of ABO Desire! 😏
Shaoyou is left speechless, while Hua Yong’s eyes turn cold. “You’re telling my Alpha to go have sex with an Omega?” he asks sharply, only silenced when Shaoyou shoots him a warning glance.
Outside the office, the silence lingers. Shaoyou mutters, “I heard. He told me to go have sex with an Omega.” But Hua Yong only clasps his hand tighter, whispering close to his ear, “No, Mr. Sheng… you haven’t slept with anyone else except me.” When Shaoyou snaps back, “Shut up,” Hua Yong simply nods, obediently following behind him, never once letting go of his hand.
That obedience soon turns dangerous. In front of Sheng Fang’s hospital bed, the tension breaks into a fiery kiss. Breath against breath, neither willing to pull away, their pheromones twine like they were meant to be.
At that very moment, Sheng Fang opens his eyes for a few fleeting seconds. Seeing his eldest son kissing so desperately, he only smiles faintly—youth and love, how wonderful.
But the moment grows reckless. Shaoyou finally pushes Hua Yong back, gasping, “Are you insane? My dad is right here!” Yet Hua Yong’s eyes only soften further as he murmurs, “I’m sorry, Mr. Sheng… I couldn’t hold back.”
Because sometimes, desire isn’t a mistake—it’s proof that you’re truly alive.
That night in Suite 9901, Hua Yong came out of the shower in nothing but a loose silk robe, damp skin glowing under the light.
His teasing touch on Shaoyou’s leg earned a sharp “Stay away from me,” but instead of backing off, Hua Yong crawled onto the bed with a smile.
“How could I? I want to climb into Mr. Sheng’s bed.”
His orchid-scented pheromones filled the room as he leaned close, licking his lips. “I want to kiss you. Can I, Mr. Sheng?” One look at that dangerous smile was enough to shatter Shaoyou’s composure—he dragged him down into a fierce kiss.
The heat spiraled fast. Just as things grew reckless, Hua Yong reached for the drawer only to find an empty box of condoms. He frowned, reaching for his phone, but Shaoyou slapped it away. “No need.”
Hua Yong hesitated. “But what if—”
Shaoyou cut him off with a raised brow. “What? Are you saying you’re filthy?”
Eyes shimmering, Hua Yong whispered softly against his lips, “I’ve never touched anyone else. I’m clean—both body and mind. I only like you, Mr. Sheng.”
Shaoyou turned his head aside, growing impatient. “Are you doing it or not? Stop talking nonsense. Either do it, or get lost.”
Getting lost was never an option. With a grin, Hua Yong pinned him down completely, taking control with a wolf’s hunger. Shaoyou’s strength drained under the flood of pheromones, reason dissolving into heat, until the proud Alpha found himself trembling, gasping—and realizing that sometimes, being prey could be just as blissful as being the hunter.
Sheng Shaoyou’s rut came with warning signs, so he started using inhibitor patches two days early. But Hua Yong was impossibly clingy, circling behind him, sniffing his neck, even teasing, “I’m conducting a spot check on whether our products meet quality standards.” Sheng Shaoyou slammed his documents on the desk. “Secretary Hua, during work hours, stay at least a meter away—or you’re fired!”
Hua Yong smiled, wrapping an arm around him. “Then can I still get a portion of this month’s salary? I’m pursuing a mate now… I’ll need it for a family someday.”
Sheng Shaoyou shoved him back, voice sharp: “Then stay far away from your boss to keep your ‘precious’ job.”
During a video conference, Hua Yong got too close again, and Sheng Shaoyou finally snapped: “You—out. Get Chen Pinming in here.” Hua Yong left reluctantly, glancing back. Sheng Shaoyou’s flushed face and rapid heartbeat betrayed him; his first rut after the permanent mark was impossible to endure alone. Hua Yong didn’t rush—he’d wait until Sheng Shaoyou needed him.
At day’s end, Sheng Shaoqing appeared unannounced at Shengfang Biotech. He hadn’t visited since dropping out of university and losing millions on a trip, but he still dreamed of taking over the family business if Sheng Shaoyou were gone. Sitting in the reception room, anxious and pacing, he finally asked Chen Pinming, “Where’s my older brother? Why is it taking so long?” Chen explained Sheng Shaoyou was in a meeting, and he’d be informed of the visit once finished.
Meanwhile, Hua Yong checked on Sheng Shaoyou. He knocked on the reinforced pheromone-isolation door, sniffed the faint aroma of rum and wood, and called softly, “Mr. Sheng, are you in there? Could you open the door?” A hoarse voice answered, “—Come on in.”
The door clicked open, but Hua Yong stopped Chen Pinming from entering. Calm yet firm, he said, “Mr. Sheng isn’t available to see outsiders right now. Secretary Chen, please see yourself out.” Chen Pinming stared, shocked—after over a decade of service, he had suddenly become an outsider. But he knew what truly mattered: the one lying beside you was always closest.
Sheng Shaoyou’s worry for Hua Yong was obvious. When Hua Yong had been unwell, his face had changed completely, a rare vulnerability Chen Pinming had never seen—even with all the lovers he’d witnessed. When Hua Yong disappeared earlier, Sheng Shaoyou had been spiritless, sleep-deprived, even accidentally signing documents with Hua Yong’s name. Love, not illness, explained it.
The lounge door opened, releasing a wave of pheromones. On the bed lay Sheng Shaoyou, tall, tense, and utterly his. Hua Yong stepped closer, every breath thick with desire. Sheng Shaoyou’s husky voice broke the moment: “Come here.”
Hua Yong approached, whispering softly, “Mr. Sheng, I missed you so much.”
“If you beg me to miss you, I might consider it,” Sheng Shaoyou teased, struggling to contain the fire inside.
“I’m begging. You missed me too, right?” Hua Yong’s eyelashes brushed his cheek, fingers gliding along Sheng Shaoyou’s neck and down his back, the scent of orchids and heat blending into a dizzying haze.
Hua Yong pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, murmuring, “Mr. Sheng is so adorable.” In the darkened lounge, skin shimmered, and a slow, fulfilling warmth spread between them—sweet, intimate, and unspoken, like summer flowers quietly blooming.
Sheng Shaoqing had been waiting in the reception room since afternoon, staring out at the sunset while stewing in impatience. He suspected Sheng Shaoyou was making him wait on purpose—news of his massive gambling loss in Macau must have reached his half-brother.
Around 7 p.m., Sheng Shaoyou finally appeared, looking exhausted yet impeccably dressed. “What are you doing here?” he asked hoarsely. Sheng Shaoqing forced a tight smile. “Long time no see, big brother.”
Sheng Shaoyou, drained from his first rut after the permanent mark, struggled to stay on his feet. Hua Yong escorted him to the reception room door, then waited outside obediently as Sheng Shaoyou faced Sheng Shaoqing alone.
“I really know I was wrong,” Sheng Shaoqing admitted, lowering his head. “The company’s just recovered from a crisis, and I lost over 37 million in Macau… I have no other way to fix it. Please, big brother, help me one last time. I swear I’ll never gamble again.”
Sheng Shaoyou rubbed his nose, reached for his personal checkbook, and wrote a check for the full amount. Sliding it across the table, he warned coldly, “There won’t be a next time.” Sheng Shaoqing took it, keeping a composed face, though relief surged inside him.
Once Sheng Shaoqing left, Sheng Shaoyou sank into the sofa, too weak to move. Hua Yong stepped in, lifting him effortlessly. “Mr. Sheng really knows how to act spoiled,” he murmured, teasing.
“Are you tired of living?” Sheng Shaoyou muttered.
"No." Hua Yong nipped his ear lightly, smiling. “As long as I can hold you, even 500 more years wouldn’t be enough.”
With Sheng Shaoyou still sensitive from his first rut, Hua Yong held him close all the way back to the hotel, and once inside the bedroom, the orchid-scented pheromones filled the air. Sheng Shaoyou had no escape, yet Hua Yong showed not a hint of remorse—only adoration.
As he recalled Sheng Shaoqing’s smug look earlier, Hua muttered under his breath, “Mr. Sheng is far too easy to fool. I’ll have to keep a closer eye on you in the future.”
The 30-million Sheng Shaoyou spent worked surprisingly well. Sheng Shaoqing behaved for a while—visiting Sheng Fang daily and sending messages checking on Sheng Shaoyou. He rarely replied, just a simple “Mm,” but read everything. Family was family, after all.
Sheng Shaoqing, however, sent message after message, only to get cold replies. He grew resentful, convinced his blue-blooded brother had always looked down on him. A week later, he seized Sheng Shaoyou’s lunch break to call.
In the Chairman’s office, Sheng Shaoyou lay prone across the desk, hands tied with a necktie, waist low. Hua Yong’s orchid-scented pheromones overwhelmed him. He cursed, “Enough… are you never done?” Hua Yong laughed, teasing, “It’s all Mr. Sheng’s fault for being too cute.”
The phone rang, startling Sheng Shaoyou. Hua Yong tightened his hold. Sheng Shaoqing’s call disconnected; after 20 minutes, he called again.
“Big Brother, free tomorrow? Dinner?”
“Mm. Something up?”
“Nothing, just dinner. You have to come.”
“Got it.”
After hanging up, Sheng Shaoyou sat zoning out. Hua Yong wrapped an arm around him. “Scheming little brother again?”
“You’re annoying too,” he said tiredly.
“I’m well-behaved. I listen to Mr. Sheng. Fast when you say fast, slow when you say slow…”
Sheng Shaoyou teased, “He didn’t invite you. Why annoyed?”
Hua Yong pouted. “Not invited? I’ll go hungry.”
“Without me, you can’t eat?”
“Hmm. Take me with you.”
“I’m the one invited, and I’m bringing you along? Secretary Hua, don’t you think that’s inappropriate? You people from P Country don’t get that the host decides?”
Sheng Shaoyou said.
“In P Country, I rarely attend dinners,” Hua Yong replied carefully.
Sheng Shaoyou teased, “Maybe because no one dares invite you? A bit unapproachable.”
Hua Yong smiled, 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 and pick it up fast.”.
“Work hard?”
“Yes. With Mr. Sheng’s charm, I can’t slack off.”
The restaurant Sheng Shaoqing chose was hidden in a remote industrial park, supposedly an internet-famous spot that was hard to book.
Sheng Shaoyou didn’t care about food, and Hua Yong cared even less. Shen Wenlang once joked, “As long as Hua Yong can follow Sheng Shaoyou, he could survive three days without food or sleep.”
That morning, Dr. Cai called Hua Yong.
“Free for dinner? Let’s invite Long Zuo too.”
“I’m busy. No free days,” Hua Yong replied flatly.
Cai Hong sneered and hung up.
Soon after, an unknown number flashed on Hua Yong’s screen. He ignored it, but a text came in:
[It’s me. Long Zuo. Pick up.]
The phone rang again. Bored while Sheng Shaoyou was in a meeting, Hua Yong answered.
“What is it?”
“Dinner tonight,” Long Zuo said in perfect, pleasant English.
“I’m not free.”
“Yes, you are,” Long Zuo insisted. “Ah Yong, I need advice. Aren’t you on vacation?”
“I’m busy even on vacation. Just say it.”
After a pause, Long Zuo blurted, “Our anniversary’s coming. What gift should I give Bea?”
“A sincere heart,” Hua Yong said dryly. “Or unwavering loyalty. Do you even know what that means?”
“I know Chinese,” Long Zuo muttered, sulky. “People keep saying Bea and I will break up. At least three media outlets report a divorce every month.”
“So what?” Hua Yong shrugged. “You love her. You have a kid. Who cares what they say?”
“You know, people don’t like Bea and me together. At least three outlets claim we’ve split every month,” Long Zuo said.
“So what?” Hua Yong shrugged. “You love her, you even have a child. Who cares what they think?”
“You’re right, but—”
“No buts. Want her happy? Give her another child.”
“A child?” Long Zuo frowned. “Would that really work?”
“Of course.” Hua Yong smirked. If Sheng Shaoyou gave him a child, he’d die of joy.
Long Zuo still pushed. “Help me plan. If I’m giving her a child next year, what about this year?”
“She doesn’t lack anything. Just have dinner with her.”
Their love story was messy: a mafia heir in love with a policewoman. Despite being married with a child, Long Zuo still relied on Hua Yong, his unofficial “love strategist.”
“Come on, just half an hour face-to-face,” Long Zuo begged.
“No,” Hua Yong said, hanging up before he could protest again.
When Sheng Shaoyou’s meeting ended, Hua Yong smiled, “Mr. Sheng, you’ve worked hard.”
Executives stole curious glances. Sheng Shaoyou handed him documents. “You’re very free?”
“I finished all my work,” Hua Yong said, brushing his fingers lightly over Sheng Shaoyou’s hand.
In front of everyone, Sheng Shaoyou stayed calm. “Secretary Chen, does Secretary Hua have so little to do?”
Chen Pinming hedged, “His workload is about the same as a new intern’s.”
“An intern?” Sheng Shaoyou smiled faintly. “Give him more work. Shengfang Biotech doesn’t waste talent.”
Inside the office, Hua Yong leaned close, whispering against Sheng Shaoyou’s ear, “Mr. Sheng is so fierce.”
Sheng Shaoyou’s breath hitched. “We don’t keep idle people.”
“I work hard every day,” Hua Yong teased.
“On what exactly?”
“Serving in bed.”
Sheng Shaoyou: “…”
At 6:30 sharp, Sheng Shaoqing called about dinner. Hua Yong volunteered to drive.
When Sheng Shaoyou added, “I’m bringing someone,” Sheng Shaoqing froze. “Who? Not Chen Pinming, right?”
“No,” Sheng Shaoyou said, glancing at Hua Yong’s profile. “This is your future sister-in-law.”
—Screech—
The luxurious car screeched to a halt, throwing Sheng Shaoyou forward. “Do you even know how to drive?”
“Huh?” Sheng Shaoqing’s voice crackled from the other end of the line, utterly confused.
“I wasn’t talking to you.” Sheng Shaoyou straightened, phone to ear. “We’ll be there in half an hour. You go ahead and order first.” Then he glared at Hua Yong. “Why slam the brakes?”
“Red light.” Hua Yong’s expression stayed calm. “Mr. Sheng is willing to acknowledge me now?”
The light turned green, but Hua Yong shifted wrong, stomping the accelerator. The engine roared uselessly until the horn blared behind them. Finally, he eased the car forward.
“Depends on your performance,” Sheng Shaoyou said.
“I’ll perform well,” Hua Yong replied with a shrug.
On the highway, Hua Yong pushed the car to the limit, shaving the trip from thirty to twenty-five minutes. He parked smoothly, applied an inhibitor patch to his neck, and sprayed lightly. “My pheromone’s strong,” he said softly. “Don’t want to scare your brother.”
“He’s not fragile,” Sheng Shaoyou said, but Hua Yong ignored him, focused on respect.
They stepped out in front of the old factory building turned restaurant. Sheng Shaoyou frowned. “What kind of dump is this?”
Hua Yong scanned the area, calm and alert, then casually draped an arm over Sheng Shaoyou’s shoulder. “Maybe the food’s good. Rare for my brother-in-law to treat us—let’s see.”
By three in the afternoon, Sheng Shaoqing was already waiting in the private room. The third-floor restaurant was small, with only four staff—all clearly loyal to him.
He couldn’t hide his curiosity. Sheng Shaoyou never showed interest in anyone, yet rumors said he’d fought HS Group’s Shen Wenlang in public over an Omega. Whoever this Omega was had to be extraordinary.
The moment Hua Yong entered, Sheng Shaoqing thought, Worth it. Absolutely worth it.
For beauty like this, even a brawl to the death would be worth it.
His gaze lingered on the faint inhibitor patch on Hua Yong’s neck. What does his pheromone smell like?
Hua Yong followed Sheng Shaoyou in with a quiet smile.
“Hello,” he greeted softly.
“Hello.” Sheng Shaoqing quickly stood and offered his hand. “I’m Sheng Shaoqing. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Their handshake was light, Hua Yong’s fingers smooth and warm. Sheng Shaoqing’s thoughts went wild.
“I’ve heard Big Brother mention Sister-in-law many times. Finally, we meet.”
“Really? Mr. Sheng talks about me?” Hua Yong’s smile deepened.
“Of course. Please, sit.”
Sheng Shaoyou flipped the menu without looking up. “Why this place?”
“It’s popular,” Sheng Shaoqing said. “I booked the whole venue to avoid crowds.”
“Would’ve been better to invest the money,” Sheng Shaoyou replied coolly.
Sheng Shaoqing only laughed. Two for the price of one—maybe tonight I’ll hit the jackpot.
Dishes arrived quickly. Drinks followed.
“Sister-in-law, won’t you have a glass?” Sheng Shaoqing coaxed.
“I can’t drink,” Hua Yong said gently, eyes shining like hidden hooks. “But I still hope to join Mr. Sheng’s family. What should I do?”
“If you can’t drink, Big Brother can drink for you,” Sheng Shaoqing said, raising his glass.
“How could that be?” Hua Yong’s eyes, though soft, stayed locked on Sheng Shaoyou. “If Mr. Sheng drinks too much, I’d be heartbroken.”
Sheng Shaoyou smirked. “So many excuses to avoid a drink?”
“He’s an Omega,” Sheng Shaoqing said quickly. “It’s normal.”
Sheng Shaoyou arched a brow. “Mr. Hua, is that true?”
“If Mr. Sheng says so,” Hua Yong replied smoothly, “then it must be.”
The title “Mr. Hua” made Sheng Shaoqing pause—but he brushed it off as lovers’ play. What power could a fragile Omega really have?
Still, when Hua Yong suddenly looked up, his dark eyes cut like a blade. The chill in that gaze struck Sheng Shaoqing’s chest like a bell.
Sheng Shaoqing forced a sweeter smile to cover the jolt. Hua Yong only thought, A hypocrite with honeyed words. Dull and vulgar. To think my proud Mr. Sheng shares blood with this one—tsk.
He swallowed the irritation, for Sheng Shaoyou’s sake.
Sheng Shaoqing poured another round. Hua Yong took a small sip, but the strong liquor carried a faint bitterness. His sharpened senses caught it immediately.
Sheng Shaoyou, usually steady, was already slowing after just a few drinks.
Sheng Shaoqing kept chatting warmly, but his smiles hid sharp intent.
“Big Brother seems drunk,” he finally said.
Hua Yong said nothing. He simply held Sheng Shaoqing’s gaze, calm and cold, while his fingers quietly started a video recording.
At some point, Sheng Shaoqing’s expression had turned vicious. His eyes glimmered with malice, though his lips still held a false smile. He leaned in, voice smooth but cold.
“Sister-in-law, my wine not to your taste? Why hold it without swallowing?”
“I can’t drink,” Hua Yong murmured softly.
Hua Yong’s tolerance was legendary—even drugged wine or poison would rarely faze him. Shen Wenlang had once remarked, “That little lunatic could drink a whole bottle of insecticide and survive.”
“Then learn,” Sheng Shaoqing said with a mock smile. “You’re this pretty—there’ll be plenty more chances to serve drinks.”
“Swallow it,” he added, cold now. “Big Brother’s drunk. Refusing to drink—is that not giving me face?”
Hua Yong smiled faintly and took the sip, curious to see what Sheng Shaoqing was planning. Beside him, Sheng Shaoyou slumped, gaze unfocused. Hua Yong nudged him softly.
“Mr. Sheng, are you drunk?”
Sheng Shaoyou didn’t respond. He began collapsing sideways. Hua Yong caught him, cradling his head before it hit a sharp corner.
Sheng Shaoqing had clearly prepared for this—special glasses laced with sedatives meant to subdue even an S-level Alpha. Seeing Sheng Shaoyou slump, his false smile deepened, eyes glinting with lustful anticipation.
Still holding Sheng Shaoyou, Hua Yong let himself fall alongside him, draping protectively.
Sheng Shaoqing leapt to his feet, elated. Hua Yong’s body seemed drained, but his eyes shimmered with sharp awareness.
“What are you trying to do?” Sheng Shaoqing taunted, rolling up his sleeves and producing a switchblade.
“That elder brother of mine, always relying on his gland, never treated us like people. Time to show him what he’s worth.”
Hua Yong’s gaze darkened. Rage surged like a storm, his calm menace now palpable. Sheng Shaoqing remained oblivious.
He bent toward Hua Yong, a cold smirk on his lips. “Don’t worry, little beauty. Even without him, you still have me.”
He raised the knife toward Sheng Shaoyou’s neck.
Hua Yong acted in a heartbeat, shifting to shield him. The blade struck the area near Hua Yong’s own neck gland, and a small trickle of blood appeared—enough to signal the danger without graphic injury. Immediately, a fierce wave of orchid-scented pheromones erupted from Hua Yong, filling the room like a flood.
Sheng Shaoqing staggered, caught off guard by the sudden surge. Hua Yong steadied Sheng Shaoyou, keeping him safe while the invisible force pressed down, sending a clear warning: any further move would trigger the full force of his hidden power.
Even amid the heavy fragrance, Sheng Shaoqing could barely stand. What shocked him most: this delicate-looking Omega—Hua Yong—threw himself forward to take the hit for Sheng Shaoyou.
But then came the impossible revelation: Hua Yong wasn’t just an Omega. He was an Alpha.
The blood-streaked dagger weighed heavily in Sheng Shaoqing’s hand. He lunged again at Sheng Shaoyou—but a sudden numbness shot through his wrist, sending the blade veering off. Clatter—his dagger fell, a ceramic chopstick holder tumbling across the floor.
Hua Yong straightened, voice soft but deadly: “Mr. Sheng, you saw it. I acted in self-defense.”
The blood on his neck gland didn’t faze him. His expression remained icy and composed, pale but utterly unshaken. Sheng Shaoqing staggered back, disbelief written across his face. “No way… how is this possible?”
Hua Yong’s gaze turned razor-sharp. Slowly, he removed the torn inhibitor patch from his neck. “Someone like you—sharing half the same blood as Mr. Sheng? Absurd. Even without him, what use would I have for you?”
Blood streamed from the injured gland, soaking his clothes, yet his face betrayed no pain. Every move radiated lethal control. Sheng Shaoqing’s instincts screamed: flee.
Calmly, Hua Yong pushed open the door. Four of Sheng Shaoqing’s men rushed in—but the overwhelming pheromone wave pinned them like frightened prey.
“Make way,” Hua Yong said, voice soft but commanding. “I don’t want to fight. Just a narrow path, that’s all.”
Even the slightest movement risked triggering the orchid-scented flood. The men froze. Hua Yong dialed a number on his phone. A cheerful nursery rhyme echoed absurdly in the tense air.
Before anyone could react, a shadow streaked past—Long Zuo had arrived. “You handle this one,” he said, retreating. Hua Yong’s pheromones exploded outward, forcing every last person in the room to retreat.
Hua Yong’s bloodied neck, the faint trickle from his gland, and his serene, deadly composure left no doubt: he was untouchable.
Even the terrified, fleeing Sheng Shaoqing could sense it from every fiber of his being.
“Get out of the way!” Sheng Shaoqing’s face twisted with fury.
Long Zuo’s robe flared as he lifted the hem, speaking deliberately: “Please—enlighten—me.”
His tone was precise, formal, almost stiff, as if reciting a lesson in etiquette. Sheng Shaoqing snarled. “Get lost! Don’t block my way!”
“I can’t let you leave,” Long Zuo said calmly, eyes steady.
Sheng Shaoqing’s oppressive pheromones flared, sour lemon thick in the air. Long Zuo recoiled slightly, grimacing. “That smell… disgusting. Like swallowing a bottle of dish soap.”
Furious, Sheng Shaoqing drew a gun. Dark metal aimed at Long Zuo’s face.
“CZ Shadow 2?” Long Zuo frowned, unimpressed. “Nice, but rarely used in real combat. Try this.” With a flick, he revealed a black MP-443 Raven, practical and loaded with high-pressure rounds. He offered a polite smile. “Future relative discount if interested.”
Sheng Shaoqing blinked. This Omega—milk-candy-scented, calm, deliberate—was taunting him mid-threat. Rage boiled. He unleashed pheromones and aimed the gun again.
“Don’t point a loaded gun at me—it’s rude!” Long Zuo snapped in English, and with a fluid roundhouse kick, sent Sheng Shaoqing’s gun flying. He added, “And put your pheromones away. Disgusting.”
Sheng Shaoqing lunged, but Long Zuo blocked, transitioned into strikes sharp as wind, fingers grazing Sheng Shaoqing’s neck, numbing him. Blows rained down; Sheng Shaoqing couldn’t react, eyes rolling back as he collapsed, unconscious.
“You really are addicted to wuxia novels,” a cold voice said. Hua Yong stood on the steps, neck bleeding but now calm, carrying an unconscious Sheng Shaoyou.
Long Zuo’s curiosity flickered. Hua Yong’s control was absolute, his movements precise and serene despite the blood on his neck.
“Relax,” Long Zuo said, showing his phone’s lock screen. “I have my own Alpha.”
Hua Yong descended, each step cracking cement beneath him. A ventilation window shattered under the pressure of his pheromones; shards turned to dust. He gently covered the Alpha in his arms, shielding him.
Long Zuo asked softly, “What makes him so special?”
Hua Yong’s gaze didn’t waver. “Mr. Sheng is… exceptional. What about yours?”
Long Zuo’s face lit up. “Bea—gentle, just, beautiful. And yes, commanding as ever.”
Their brief exchange was interrupted by a cheerful nursery rhyme ringing from Long Zuo’s phone. He answered, instantly softening, speaking to his wife and daughter with warmth and care.
Meanwhile, Sheng Shaoqing lay sprawled, a minor obstacle nudged aside with a small kick from Long Zuo. Calm, composed, and untouchable, Hua Yong and Long Zuo’s teamwork left no doubt: no one could challenge them.
Sheng Shaoyou woke to the sharp scent of disinfectant and a doctor’s anxious voice.
“Mr. Hua, your pheromone gland is seriously injured. You need to stay in bed. President Sheng will be waking soon.”
“Go back? I’m staying. Just set up a bed next to Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong said firmly.
Sheng Shaoyou groaned, clutching his aching abdomen. His eyes fell on Hua Yong, bloodied but composed. “What happened to you? Where’s Sheng Shaoqing?”
“He’s already at the police station,” Chang Yu said calmly. Hua Yong remained silent, letting Sheng Shaoyou process the truth: his younger brother had attempted murder.
Just then, Shen Wenlang appeared at the doorway, his sullen expression curling into a smirk. “So getting hospitalized with the whole family now, huh?”
Sheng Shaoyou’s glare was icy. “What does this have to do with you?”
Hua Yong intervened gently, “Mr. Sheng, Wenlang’s been going through family issues. Please don’t take it personally.”
Shen Wenlang scoffed, but Hua Yong’s calm presence—bloodied and yet unshaken—kept him in check.
Sheng Shaoyou’s attention returned to Hua Yong, whose blood test results and rare Type E blood had shielded him from the drugs’ effects. Even injured, Hua Yong worried more about Sheng Shaoyou than himself.
Later, the Pheromone Department confirmed a shocking revelation: Sheng Shaoyou, an S-level Alpha, was in the early stage of pregnancy. Hua Yong’s rare Enigma physiology had allowed him to stabilize the situation.
Director Wang, confronted with this impossibility, stared at Hua Yong. But the young man, gauze on his neck and pale from blood loss, smiled with quiet triumph. His eyes shone with obsession and possessive joy as he reviewed the test report again and again.
The doctor’s tone was heavy. “Although Mr. Sheng’s metabolism is strong, residual drug traces remain. With the unknown history, I advise caution.”
Hua Yong flipped through the report, his smile gentle. “Caution for what? Deciding on its name? We will.”
Director Wang’s unease deepened. “Honestly… I cannot recommend keeping it.”
Hua Yong’s gaze sharpened. “Are you suggesting my Alpha should abort our child? In front of him, keep your worries to yourself.”
Even quietly, his Enigma aura made the doctor shiver. Bloodied and bandaged, Hua Yong looked impossibly perfect—like a priceless luxury doll. His hands gripped the report like a treasure, eyes glimmering with obsession and determination. Anyone interfering would pay.
“Enigma’s child isn’t fragile,” he said, standing tall. “Thank you for telling me the results, but—”
“—do yourself a favor and mind your mouth,” he warned the doctor.
Hua Yong placed a check on the desk, its sum endless. “And I’ll be very grateful, doctor,” he added, calm yet possessive—this child was entirely, irrevocably his.
That’s all for Episode 14 spoilers—can’t wait to share more in my next post. Stay tuned!
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