Hey everyone!
Hope you’re all doing well. Let’s jump straight into the spoilers for ABO Desire Episode 15. Sheng Shaoyou woke to the sharp smell of disinfectant. “Mr Hua, your pheromone gland is badly hurt,” a doctor said. “You need surgery and rest.”
“I’m not leaving,” Hua Yong replied. “Just put a bed next to Mr. Sheng.”
“No surgery,” he added firmly. “It heals fast.”
Shaoyou’s head pounded and his stomach ached. He groaned and instinctively covered his abdomen.
Everyone turned. A faint orchid scent drifted over.
“Mr. Sheng, you’re awake?”
He blinked at Hua Yong—pale, shirt stained with blood.
“What happened to you?!”
“I’m fine,” Hua Yong soothed, holding him down. “Don’t move too fast.”
“How is this fine? Where’s Sheng Shaoqing?” “He’s been arrested,” Chang Yu said. Shaoyou stared. “It was him?” Hua Yong stayed silent, eyes gentle but firm.
Before Shaoyou could reply, the door swung open.
Shen Wenlang walked in with a dark face. “Wow, the whole family hospitalized now?”
Shaoyou crossed his arms. “What’s it to you? Want another beating?”
Wenlang snorted. “If that little lunatic next to you hadn’t stepped in last time, you think you’d have walked away?” “Then come try,” Shaoyou said coldly.
Wenlang’s eyes flicked to Hua Yong, who stood quietly but gave off a dangerous vibe.
He backed down with a scoff. “Don’t glare at Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong said softly. “It upsets him.”
“What, I can’t even look now?” Wenlang muttered, rolling his eyes.
Chang Yu gave a helpless shrug. Hua Yong turned back to Shaoyou and said quietly,
“Mr. Sheng, Wenlang’s been in a bad mood lately.
Please don’t mind him also Police confirmed the kidnapping was also of Sheng Shaoqing.
Your brother… isn’t good.”
Shaoyou’s face darkened.
Chang Yu cut in, “The drug wasn’t strong. Mr. Hua’s permanent mark will help.”
“Permanent mark?” Shaoyou frowned at Hua Yong. “Doctor!” Shaoyou caught him as staff rushed in.
Later, in a private office, Director Wang stared at the report. “Progesterone this high? He’s an S-level Alpha… but pregnant?”
Hua Yong, pale but calm, asked, “Confirmed?”
“Yes, but with unknown drugs, we don’t recommend keeping it—” Hua Yong just smiled, gently stroking the report like a treasure.
“Are you telling me to abort my Alpha’s child?” The doctor froze under Hua Yong’s quiet pressure.
“In front of my Alpha,” Hua Yong said softly, “please keep those thoughts to yourself.”
He slid a check across the desk, his voice polite but firm.
“Thank you for the result, Doctor.
But do yourself a favor—don’t talk too much.”
The doctor felt a chill. Behind that gentle face was a will that would let no one take this treasure away.
Sheng Shaoyou began vomiting shortly after ten at night. The dinner Sheng Shaoqing had chosen was awful, and after barely eating, Sheng had woken hungry again. Hua Yong, making amends for his earlier bad attitude, coerced Shen Wenlang into delivering a late-night “get-well meal.” Shen Wenlang arrived with a dark face, new secretary in tow, carrying a yellow croaker soup that smelled rich and comforting. Sheng Shaoyou mocked him for prowling in with fish in the middle of the night, but still tasted the broth. It was fresh and delicate—until his chest tightened and the soup suddenly rose back up, forcing a violent retch that startled everyone. An hour later, in the silent corridors of He Ci Hospital, Shen Wenlang held his phone in disbelief as Hua Yong’s calm voice floated through: “Pregnant.”
Hua Yong teased him without mercy—about Sheng’s condition, about Secretary Gao’s resignation, even offering to teach him how to “win Gao Tu back.” Shen Wenlang snapped that he had no such intentions, yet every mention of Gao Tu cut deeper. For three days he’d wandered the hospital under flimsy excuses, unable to stay away from the Beta who had quietly resigned and vanished from his reach. Now Shen Wenlang haunted the ward floors, pacing like a restless wolf. Near 1:30 a.m., he called Hua Yong again, frustration spilling into the empty hallway. “Didn’t you say you’d help me win him back? What do I do?”
“Ask him yourself,” Hua Yong replied, half-asleep but merciless. “Stick to him. Ask if he’s sick, if he likes you. This is basic kindergarten logic.” “I already asked—he said he’s fine,” Shen Wenlang muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. After a long silence his voice dropped, low and bitter. “Hua Yong… how are you so thick-skinned?” After a late-night “relationship consultation” with Shen Wenlang, Hua Yong looked pale and weak the next morning—perfect bait for Sheng Shaoyou’s worried glances.
He clutched his chest, coughed lightly, and sipped the milk Shaoyou handed over, milking every bit of sympathy.
When the doctors cleared Shaoyou to leave, Hua Yong was told to stay two more days.
“Mr. Sheng, can I go home?” he pleaded softly.
“Quit acting pitiful.”
“I’m not. I just… want to go home with you.”
Shaoyou’s heart softened. After all, Hua Yong was hurt saving him.
“You’re not healed. Stay here.”
“Then will you stay with me?”
“No.”
The light in Hua Yong’s eyes dimmed. “Oh. I understand. You’ll never take me home, right? Do you… hate me?” Shaoyou sighed. “Stop messing with my head.” Changing the subject, he asked about the mysterious permanent mark Hua Yong had given him.
“You were injected with cyanide. If I hadn’t marked you, you’d be dead,” Hua Yong said, posture a bit too stiff.
“But I’m an Alpha. How could you mark me?”
“Because I’m not an ordinary Alpha.”
He calmly listed his enhanced strength, speed, healing—and how the mark passed those traits to Shaoyou.
“You now have 30% of my abilities,” Hua Yong murmured, leaning close, “and 100% of my love.”
Shaoyou’s heart jumped but he forced a cool tone. “What’s the price?”
“Just love me.”
Shaoyou tugged him close, lips barely brushing. “Lie to me again, and I’ll kill you.” Hua Yong only blushed. “Got it. I’ll listen to Mr. Sheng.” Then he ripped off his bandage, revealing a perfectly healed gland.
Shaoyou glared. “So the chest-holding and gasping was…?”
“I choked on the milk. And the bread was too hard.” Before Shaoyou could leave, Hua Yong grabbed him, slammed him against the door, and kissed him hard—leaving a glowing white orchid on the corner of his lip.
“Wipe it off!”
“It’s temporary,” Hua Yong soothed, gently pressing between Shaoyou’s brows. “Don’t frown, you’ll get wrinkles.”
“Stay away from me,” Shaoyou growled.
“But without Mr. Sheng, I’ll die soon.”
“…Why?”
“Unrequited love. Pining to death.”
The nurse finally entered, flustered by the sight of the glowing mark. Hua Yong smiled sweetly.
“Don’t peek at my Alpha, little sister.”
Shaoyou, face dark, grabbed his coat.
“I’m finding an evolutionary biologist,” he snapped. “Let’s see how an Alpha can mark another Alpha—especially a freak like you, Mr. Hua.”
Hua Yong only grinned.
This was a day Jiang Hu City would never forget. Nine landmark buildings displayed a simultaneous message:
“Sheng Shaoyou, I love you. Please marry me. I want children with you. I’m begging you. From You Know Who.”
Even the ad-free X Hotel lit up: [Mr. Sheng, Marry Me.]
Everyone instantly knew—the bold proposer had to be the mysterious Mr. UKW of X Holdings. The city exploded with gossip. Sheng Shaoyou, meanwhile, suffered social death. Li Baiqiao called first:
“Shaoyou! Since you’re marrying into wealth, can you at least gift me that little orchid?”
Little orchid, your head, Sheng Shaoyou cursed silently. And that orchid—the cause of all this chaos—sat across from him, smiling as he fumed.
Phones wouldn’t stop ringing. Sheng switched his phone to silent and glared at Hua Yong.
“Are you sick?”
“Yes,” Hua Yong said, “Terminal. If I don’t marry Mr. Sheng, I’ll die.”
“Can you speak human language?”
“Does Mr. Sheng not like me?”
“Even if I did, that doesn’t give you the license to act like a lunatic.”
“I’m not acting. I’m serious.” Outside, reporters swarmed both companies. To defuse the frenzy, Shengfang announced Sheng Shaoyou would attend an Eastern Europe summit the next day. By evening, the chaos had cooled. Sheng Shaoyou headed to He Ci Hospital, summoned by Sheng Fang. Exhausted by all the “concern” all day, he found the short ride enough to make him carsick—stomach churning, lips pale.
Sheng Shaoyou entered the ward. Sheng Fang leaned on the headboard, tablet in hand. Chen Pinming subtly warned him, “Be careful.” Sheng Shaoyou stood tall: “Dad.” “How long have you known the person in charge of X Holdings?” Sheng Fang asked. “Not long,” he replied.
Sheng Fang smirked faintly.
“When I was your age, different Omegas blocked my way home.”
“Was Shaoqing’s mother one of them?” Sheng Shaoyou asked coldly.
“Conquest is the nature of every Alpha,” Sheng Fang replied.
“Not all cheat in marriage,” Sheng Shaoyou snapped.
“I did let your mother down… but gave her wealth and glory,” Sheng Fang said.
“She might’ve been happier with someone else,” Sheng Shaoyou said sharply. After a pause, Sheng Fang shifted: “What do you plan to do about Xiao Hua? He isn’t a pushover.”
“I don’t know how we got entangled, but he showed goodwill,” Sheng Shaoyou said seriously.
“Your public statement was correct. But keep a low profile,” Sheng Fang warned.
“When did I agree to that?” Sheng Shaoyou asked.
“You planning to refuse?”
“Follow your example, gorge on both fish and bear’s paw?” he said flatly.
“She fell for a scumbag. Xiao Hua isn’t her,” Sheng Shaoyou added.
“I’m leaving,” he said, stomach churning.
“Shaoyou—” Sheng Fang called.
“I’ll handle it myself,” Sheng Shaoyou cut him off. Chen Pinming followed:
“President Sheng, your complexion…”
The restroom door closed behind them. A violent retching echoed out.
Sheng Shaoyou’s sudden vomiting made Chen Pinming extremely anxious. “Boss! Is this your pheromone disorder acting up?”
Fortunately, they were in the hospital. Thirty minutes later, the lab results stunned everyone.
“Pregnant?” the young Beta doctor stammered.
Sheng Shaoyou sneered, “I’m an Alpha, how can I be pregnant?”
“But—our lab is equipped with the most advanced technology. Theoretically, the data shouldn’t be wrong.”
The Beta doctor, nervous, added, “We’ll draw your blood again for a retest.”
Twenty minutes later, the second test showed the same: early pregnancy indicators.
Lowering his voice, the doctor suggested, “Perhaps I could accompany you to the B-ultrasound room. We might see the gestational sac.”
Chen Pinming muttered, exasperated, “Doctor, this is a premium appointment. My boss just has a pheromone disorder. Your diagnosis is ridiculous.”
The Beta doctor hesitated, pulling out his phone: “Maybe I should ask our director.”
Meanwhile, He Ci Hospital’s pheromone and lab departments held an emergency meeting. Secretary Chang Yu represented X Holdings in a video call, accepting the hospital’s apology.
Elsewhere, Hua Yong was grabbed by Sheng Shaoyou and thrown onto the bed in Suite 9901.
“Mr. Sheng, please let me explain,” Hua Yong groaned, clutching his chest.
Sheng Shaoyou’s voice was cold: “Explain.”
“I said I’d wear it,” Hua Yong defended. “But that day you said—” He mimicked Sheng Shaoyou’s impatient tone: “I’m not really an Omega, why wear a condom? Hurry up and get lost—early death leads to early reincarnation!”
Blinking innocently, Hua Yong added, “I warned you about the risks—it was you who were too impatient.”
Sheng Shaoyou’s fury grew, and Hua Yong quickly softened his tone: “Of course, this is mainly my fault! I couldn’t resist temptation. But with you, my willpower fails.”
He stood and wrapped his arms around Sheng Shaoyou’s waist. “I can resist everything, except the temptation from you.”
With soft red lips, Hua Yong kissed Sheng Shaoyou’s shoulder and caressed his abdomen. “Besides, I really hope we can have a baby of our own soon.”
“What the hell are you?” Sheng Shaoyou pushed him away. “You should be sold to a zoo!”
“Ah~” Hua Yong whined. “Would Mr. Sheng still come to see me perform?”
“Perform what? Some perverted act?”
“A mermaid!” Hua Yong grabbed Sheng Shaoyou’s wrist, drawing him close. “I’m very good at swimming. I once read a fairy tale: mermaids need the bodily fluid of the human they love to gain legs.”
Sheng Shaoyou flushed. “How did that fairy tale get published?”
“The scale of children’s books in Country P is larger than you think,” Hua Yong replied, licking his lips. “Besides, that one was never published.”
“Then how did you read it?”
“I wrote it. Ten short stories. Protagonists: you and me.”
“What kind of pervert are you?”
“The kind who only likes Mr. Sheng.”
Hua Yong’s lips brushed Sheng Shaoyou’s cheek. “I’ve told you, I’m not an Alpha.”
Sheng Shaoyou’s willpower crumbled, breath ragged. Hua Yong pressed his nape, kissed him, leaving the scent of orchids.
Sheng Shaoyou bit back, pressing his palm against Hua Yong’s back, tasting blood. Hua Yong seemed unfazed, his affection intensifying.
“What exactly are you…?” Sheng Shaoyou wheezed.
“Enigma. I was born for Mr. Sheng.”
Sheng Shaoyou: Enigma???
Two months later, with his elder brother away, Li Baiqiao slipped out to Tian Di Hui and called friends.
Sheng Shaoyou had just finished dinner, reviewing the R&D budget. Hua Yong leaned close.
“This project can be scrapped. HS already has ready tech. I can get Shen Wenlang to meet you tomorrow.” Sheng Shaoyou raised an eyebrow. “Really that effective?”
“As long as you want it,” Hua Yong replied.
“Then why didn’t you act earlier? You enjoyed watching me burn money?”
“That was my fault. I didn’t want to upset you suddenly.”
“So lying was supposed to make me happy?”
Hua Yong placed a hand on his abdomen. “Deceiving you was the worst option, but I had no choice.”
Sheng Shaoyou smirked. “A monster that even cyanide can’t kill, yet you fear the slightest risk?”
“I wouldn’t dare disobey you.” Hua Yong’s tone softened.
The phone rang—Li Baiqiao inviting them to Royal Tian Di Hui. Sheng Shaoyou glanced at Hua Yong and agreed.
“You’re a true friend!” Li Baiqiao cheered.
“Want to come along, Mr. Hua?”
“Of course,” Hua Yong smiled, following silently.
At the private room, everyone greeted him warmly.
“Ah Yong?” Cheng Zhe said.
“Hello, everyone,” Hua Yong replied politely. Li Baiqiao poured Sheng Shaoyou a drink. Hua Yong immediately covered it.
“Mr. Sheng doesn’t drink,” he said.
“Why not?” Li Baiqiao asked.
Sheng Shaoyou smirked, Hua Yong insisted: “He can’t drink these months.”
Li Baiqiao laughed nervously. “Little sister-in-law’s orders, got it!”
Sheng Shaoyou watched, amused. “Li Baiqiao, if this were the Anti-Japanese War, you’d be the textbook traitor.”
“Bullshit,” Li Baiqiao laughed. “I’d only surrender to little sister-in-law. And besides, don’t you do whatever he says too?” “Mr. Sheng doesn’t.” Hua Yong quickly explained, “I’m the one who listens to Mr. Sheng.” “You listen well, huh?” Sheng Shaoyou asked Hua Yong. “Mm, very,” Hua Yong smiled brightly. That night, Li Baiqiao’s gathering ended early.
By 11, guests were already leaving.
At the entrance, a drunk Li Baiqiao clung to Cheng Zhe, gleefully shouting “sister-in-law” at Hua Yong again and again. Hua Yong only smiled back, unfazed.
Under the nightclub lights, his beauty made Sheng Shaoyou’s heart tighten. The once-unmoved Alpha now carried Hua Yong’s child, the faint flutter of life inside him melting years of guarded loneliness.
Sheng Shaoyou hated it when Hua Yong smiled at other people.
That bright, shining smile felt like a drink that could get you drunk—warm and dangerous. He just wanted Hua Yong to stop smiling at everyone else and save it only for him. His friends, Li Baiqiao and Cheng Zhe, suddenly felt annoying.
Li kept calling Hua Yong “sister-in-law,” Cheng Zhe kept staring, and Hua Yong kept smiling back at all of them. Wasn’t this guy supposed to be cold and scary? Then why is he smiling so much?
The more Sheng Shaoyou thought about it, the more irritated he got. He finally grabbed Hua Yong’s wrist and pulled him toward the elevator.
“Let’s go. Stop wasting time with these people,” he said with a dark look.
Surprisingly, the usually proud Hua Yong just followed without a fight.
Inside the car, Hua Yong raised the window between them and the driver and gave a playful smile.
“Mr. Sheng… are you jealous?”
Sheng Shaoyou didn’t answer. “What do you think?” he shot back.
Hua Yong leaned over and gave a quick kiss to the corner of his tight lips.
“Mr. Sheng being jealous of me—that makes me happy.”
“You’re such a weirdo,” Sheng Shaoyou muttered. “Why were you smiling at Li Baiqiao like that?”
“He called me sister-in-law. I just thought it was funny,” Hua Yong said, tilting his head.
“You like being called that?”
“You really are strange,” Sheng Shaoyou sneered, but the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself. Later, back at the apartment, Hua Yong hired a private doctor to check on Sheng Shaoyou and the baby every day. The next morning, the doctor came as usual. Sheng Shaoyou was still asleep, and Hua Yong greeted the doctor in the living room. The doctor noticed a couple of fresh red marks on Hua Yong’s neck and politely said,
“Some things are best in moderation. Too much might not be good for him.”
Hua Yong just gave a small smile.
“You’re right,” he said, “but when he wants something, it’s hard for me to say no.”
The doctor wisely didn’t say anything more.
The next morning, while Sheng Shaoyou was still asleep, Hua Yong went alone to He Ci Hospital.
Sheng Fang had asked to meet him in private.
When Hua Yong stepped into the ward, he greeted softly, “Uncle Sheng.”
Sheng Fang didn’t even look up from the tablet in his hand.
He kept scrolling, letting Hua Yong stand there for more than ten minutes without a single word.
Hua Yong stayed calm, standing straight with his hands at his sides like a polite junior visiting an elder.
When Sheng Fang finally put the tablet down, Hua Yong repeated gently, “Uncle Sheng.”
This time, the elder gave a small nod toward the chair. “Sit.”
Hua Yong pulled the chair closer and sat down, unhurried.
“Last time you said you’re from P Country,” Sheng Fang began, his voice slow and careful.
“Then you must know Beichao Holdings?”
“Yes, I know it,” Hua Yong replied evenly.
“Your family—business or politics?”
“Both. But my father’s side mainly does business.”
“Oh?” Sheng Fang gave a short laugh.
“Then compared to today’s X Holdings, how does your father’s company rank?”
Hua Yong paused for a beat, eyes steady.
“Far inferior.” Sheng Fang studied him, a faint smile flickering. “Indeed. Even in P Country, few can match X Holdings.”
He leaned back. “Some time ago, the real boss of X Holdings proposed to Shaoyou.
I hope he accepts.
A marriage alliance would make Shengfang Biotech much stronger.
I trust you understand?” “I understand completely.” Hua Yong’s lips curved into a polite smile. “In that case, I’ll change how I address you. Thank you for your approval… Dad.”
“Dad?” Sheng Fang froze, the towel in his hand slipping slightly. “Who…who are you?” Hua Yong stood, reached out his hand, and said calmly,
“Hua Yong—the actual controller of X Holdings.”
That's it for the spoilers of episode 15. I hope you enjoyed ❤️
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