On the way home, his secretary handed him the phone.
“It’s the Chairman.”
Eyes still closed, Sheng Shaoyou said coldly, “Hang up.”

But the Chairman — his father, Sheng Fang — insisted.

When Shaoyou finally answered, ready for another lecture about business and marriage politics, his father said something that stopped him cold.
“I no longer oppose your relationship with Hua Yong. You two must get along well.”

Shaoyou froze. “What did you just say?”
“I agree to your marriage,” his father replied. “And if Hua Yong ever treats you badly, the Sheng family won’t let him off.”

Confused and suspicious, Shaoyou scoffed, “You met once, and now you’re best friends? What did he tell you?”
That’s when Sheng Fang revealed the truth — Hua Yong was the actual controller of X Holdings.

Everything clicked. Shaoyou could only laugh bitterly.

Later that night, he finally returned home.
But the apartment was dark — unusually quiet.

“Hua Yong?” he called out. No answer.

Then, suddenly, lights flicked on one by one — forming a glowing heart above the bed.

Standing inside that light, Hua Yong held a bouquet of white flowers, smiling softly.
“Mr Sheng… will you marry me?”

Shaoyou walked toward him, brushing the flowers gently.
“Why aren’t you the one marrying me?”
Hua Yong smiled. “As long as it’s with you — I’ll marry or be married.”

He knelt down, holding out two rings.
“Mr Sheng, I was born for you. I love only you.”

Shaoyou picked up one ring, slid it onto his finger, and smiled.
“From now on,” he said, “you’re Mrs Sheng.”

Two ruthless men — both sharp, both proud — yet when it came to love, neither could let go.

Hua Yong and Sheng Shaoyou got their marriage certificate on July 12th.

Wedding preparations were intense — too many tasks, too many rules, and Hua Yong’s demands were unusually strict. The ceremony was scheduled three months later.

Originally planned for Jiang Hu, Sheng Shaoyou insisted on P Country instead.
“I’ve barely spent any time there. Call it a vacation,” he said, calmly reviewing documents behind his desk.

Hua Yong’s heart jolted under his gaze. Every glance, every movement of Sheng Shaoyou’s seemed to electrify the air.
He knew this was Sheng Shaoyou accommodating him — P Country was Hua Yong’s homeland. Tradition dictated that the wedding should be in the Alpha’s home country, but Sheng Shaoyou had chosen otherwise.

Hua Yong stepped close, circling his arms around Sheng Shaoyou’s waist, whispering,
“Mr Sheng is so nice to me.”

Even in casual moments, Sheng Shaoyou was cautious. Radiation-proof layers under his shirt, printed documents instead of digital files — all to protect Little Peanut during the critical first three months of development.

“You don’t want our baby to end up like Shen Wenlang — a fool, right?” he asked, voice firm, eyes sharp.

Hua Yong nodded. He, too, had little patience for Shen Wenlang’s blunders — like letting Gao Tu slip away right under his nose.

That night, after Hua Yong’s proposal, Shen Wenlang had mobilised resources worldwide, searching frantically, as if losing his mind. But for Shaoyou and Hua Yong, nothing else mattered. Their focus was on each other… and their future.

Three months had passed, and there was still no sign of Gao Tu. It was like he’d vanished completely. Shen Wenlang searched everywhere at first, making a scene, but eventually realised Gao Tu was intentionally avoiding him.

He tried tracking Gao Tu through his younger sister, Gao Qing, who had recovered from surgery and returned to school. But when Shen Wenlang approached her, she accused him of harassment and called the police. After some questioning, it turned out to be a misunderstanding. Still, Shen Wenlang was desperate—he could smell Gao Tu’s familiar Omega scent and knew he was close.

Frustrated, he banged on Gao Qing’s security door. She reluctantly opened it, insisting her brother wasn’t there. But Shen Wenlang was sure Gao Tu was inside. But when he saw inside the room, Gao Tu was really not there.

Meanwhile, Sheng Shaoyou’s pregnancy was slowing his work pace. Little Peanut was lively, already six months old, and growing stronger than expected. His reproductive cavity—thin as it was—struggled to contain the fetus’s vigorous movements. During a business interview, Little Peanut’s kicking nearly caused Sheng Shaoyou to fall, but Hua Yong caught him just in time.

At He Ci Hospital, the examination revealed the Alpha’s cavity was too thin, and the fetus was dangerously strong. Cai Hong explained that Enigma pheromones helped strengthen the cavity, and regular marking—both sexual activity and secondary marking—was beneficial.

Sheng Shaoyou’s face darkened at the suggestion, while Hua Yong, ever playful, nodded eagerly, ready to follow every instruction. Even the senior obstetric expert confirmed: a minimum of five sexual sessions per week, plus two secondary markings, was required to ensure the fetus’s safety.

Sheng Shaoyou grimaced, saying he couldn’t do it. The expert ignored him and turned to Hua Yong. Without hesitation, Hua Yong nodded: “I can handle it!”

The doctor, satisfied but cautious, prescribed Hua Yong some supportive herbal pills and let them go.

Shen Wenlang was frantic. “Gao Tu is hiding from me. I found his sister. The scent of his pheromones was there, but he’s not around.”

Shen Wenlang’s worry deepened. “Doesn’t Gao Tu need my pheromones during pregnancy?”

Meanwhile, Sheng Shaoyou overheard the chaotic conversation and finally snapped. “Shen Wenlang, you’re almost thirty. Stop harassing Hua Yong!”

Shen Wenlang exploded, “Who’s harassing whom? Months ago, it was you two! If I hadn’t stepped in, you’d still be single!”

Hua Yong interrupted, half-amused. “Of course, Secretary Gao would avoid you—I told you months ago. You didn’t even look at the photo I sent.”

Shen Wenlang went silent, deflated, while Hua Yong gently coaxed Sheng Shaoyou with milk. Sheng Shaoyou sighed, amused and slightly exasperated. “Sleep. Let’s skip the doctor’s instructions for tonight—you’ve already done enough.”

Hua Yong snuggled under the blanket, pretending to yawn. “Mm, I’m sleepy.” Sheng Shaoyou couldn’t help but laugh.

Later, the two were left alone, and Hua Yong’s playful persistence resumed. He pressed close to Sheng Shaoyou, teasing, holding him, and ensuring the Alpha stayed safe and cared for. Sheng Shaoyou, despite exhaustion, couldn’t resist. The room was filled with warmth, closeness, and quiet intimacy.

Even when Sheng Shaoyou tried to get some privacy under the shower, Hua Yong followed, tenderly insisting on staying close. His gentle coaxing and devotion made it impossible for Sheng Shaoyou to resist. By the end, both were caught in the comfort and chaos of their affection, exhausted but deeply connected.

They lingered in the bathroom for what felt like forever, the steam thick and stifling. Sheng Shaoyou’s legs weakened, his throat hoarse, and his skin flushed red from the heat. Finally, he shoved Hua Yong out and snapped, “Get lost. If this keeps up, I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow.”

“I’ll go in your place,” Hua Yong replied innocently.

“And what would you do? Mess with Shengfang Biotech so X Holdings can dominate?” Sheng Shaoyou’s eyes narrowed.

“No,” Hua Yong said softly, his expression sweet and tender. “I just want you. Holding Mr Sheng feels nice and comfortable.”

Sheng Shaoyou’s face burned. He hurried to rinse and dry off, then stepped out, still naked, skin flushed from the long shower.

Hua Yong, already dressed, leaned in, kissing the nape of Sheng Shaoyou’s neck where the orchid mark lay.

“Mr Sheng is so handsome.”

“You’re shameless,” Sheng Shaoyou muttered.

“I don’t want shame,” Hua Yong whispered, smiling. “I only want you.”

And in that moment, everything else didn’t matter—the one he truly desired was already in his arms.

On the other hand, Shen Wenlang made a commotion in front of Gao Tu's old house. Gao Qing called the police. Hua Yong arrived at the scene at the request of Wenlang's Omega father and carried him home after shooting an anaesthetic syringe at him. Wenlang's Alpha father locked him in his house. Later, Shen's father returned, finally after more than 10 years and helped Shen escape.

When Little Peanut was born, chaos erupted. Sheng Shaoyou’s reproductive cavity had grown stronger thanks to Hua Yong’s diligent marking, but the baby was extremely active. Even in the middle and late stages of pregnancy, Hua Yong lived in constant fear, anxious for his mate.

Little Peanut arrived nearly a month early. That morning, Sheng Shaoyou was deep in a company meeting when he suddenly felt warmth spreading between his legs. Hua Yong rushed in, pale with worry, realising it was time.

Alphas can’t give birth naturally, so they hurried to the hospital. The operating room was ready, and Hua Yong followed Sheng Shaoyou into the delivery room, holding his hand tightly, panic flashing across his normally composed face.

As anaesthesia took hold, Sheng Shaoyou drifted into unconsciousness, feeling a kiss pressed to his forehead and muffled sobs—the little lunatic was crying.

Little Peanut, already a whirlwind from the womb, would grow up surrounded by love: the world’s most handsome S-level Alpha father, the devoted Enigma father, and an S-level Alpha godfather who ensured the child had toys, food, and attention, even from afar.

From the moment of birth, it was clear Little Peanut would be doted on endlessly.

Shen Wenlang’s search for Gao Tu went nowhere. All traces of Gao Tu and Ma Heng had vanished a week ago, yet records showed they hadn’t left the country.

Despite top detectives and advanced tracking, no clues emerged. Anxiety gnawed at him, and he kept raising the reward—eventually to nine figures.

Even as hope dimmed, Shen Wenlang never stopped searching.

Three years later, in V Country.

The news flashed across the screen—
[HS Group × Nuohua Technology to build the largest pheromone industrial park in V Country.]

Shen Wenlang’s face appeared—calm, striking, and every bit as dazzling as before.

Ma Heng froze, but Gao Tu simply sat still, the remote in his hand, his eyes locked on the screen.

He had always been serious—in work, in life, and in love. That same seriousness had made him leave Shen Wenlang behind.
Once, he had loved too deeply; now, all he could do was quietly let go.

Beside him, Song Feifei gasped. “Wow, he’s so handsome!”
“Yes,” Gao Tu said softly, eyes lowering.

Feifei continued, excitedly gossiping, “They say he used to hate Omegas. But look—he’s fine now, right?”

Her words pulled up an old memory: a crowded supermarket years ago.
Shen Wenlang had followed him inside, frowning at once.
“There are too many Omegas. It stinks. Hurry up.”
That disgust had once been Gao Tu’s nightmare.

Now, three years later, time had softened the pain. Shen Wenlang seemed healed—perhaps by someone new.
Maybe Secretary Hua. Maybe just time.
Either way, he looked happy.

Gao Tu smiled faintly. He found his cure.
As for him, he had his son—and peace.

That night, during dinner, little Gao Lele chattered about his birthday plans, wanting to stay at the new theme park.
Watching him laugh, Gao Tu felt warmth fill his chest.

Then Feifei suddenly gasped, staring at the boy. “Lele looks just like Shen Wenlang! No wonder I thought he looked familiar!”

The table fell silent.
Gao Tu paused, then smiled gently. “A little, I guess.”

Ma Heng quickly changed the subject, but Gao Tu only looked at his son again—those bright eyes, that small, serious expression.
Yes, there was a resemblance.

And yet, to Gao Tu, Lele was simply his child—the proof that even broken hearts can still build gentle lives.

As laughter slowly returned to the table, Gao Tu realized he had truly let go.
Some love remains only as a shadow—but even shadows fade under warm light.

At HS Group, Little Peanut begged, “Wenlang Daddy, take me to the amusement park!”

Shen Wenlang resisted at first, but after some coaxing—and Hua Yong’s teasing—he gave in. “Fine. Just this once.”

The trip to V Country was meant for business, but the last day was for Little Peanut.

That night, after too many drinks at a company banquet, Shen Wenlang dreamed of the past—Gao Tu smiling in the office, joking that he’d stay only if he got ten percent of the shares.

“Five,” Shen Wenlang had bargained.

“Sorry, President Shen,” Gao Tu had said softly, “I was only joking.”

He’d turned away before Shen could ask what he really wanted—and that regret still burned.

If only he’d said, I’d give you everything, if only you’d stay.

The next morning, Shen Wenlang brought Little Peanut to the amusement park.

Crowds, laughter, sunshine—until a small accident. Little Peanut bumped into another child, knocking him down.

“Lele!” cried a familiar voice.

Shen Wenlang froze. Across the crowd stood Gao Tu—pale, trembling, clutching the boy protectively in his arms.

For a long moment, time stopped.

“Gao Tu?” Shen Wenlang’s voice was hoarse, almost disbelieving.

Gao Tu turned, eyes wide with panic. His first instinct was to step back, shielding Lele.

That one step felt like a blade twisting in Shen Wenlang’s chest.

“...It’s been a long time,” Shen Wenlang said quietly.

Gao Tu’s lips parted, but no words came. His arms only tightened around the child—his trembling giving away everything his silence could not.

Shen Wenlang had waited years for this moment, yet when it came, he could barely breathe. “Gao Tu,” he said, voice low, “is that child mine?”

“No!” Gao Tu stepped back, eyes wide with fear.

Shen Wenlang’s chest ached. Why was he lying? Why was he so scared of him?

Lele tugged at his sleeve. “Papa, if you’re not feeling well, let’s go home.”

“Alright,” Gao Tu whispered, but Shen Wenlang blocked his way. Ma Heng rushed forward and got restrained, shouting, “Stay away from him!”

“Stop!” Gao Tu cried. “It’s between us—let him go!”

That “us” made Shen Wenlang pause. He softened a little. “Why are you hiding from me?”

Gao Tu lowered his head. “We both moved on. Let the past go. I’m sorry for lying before, but please… don’t hurt my son.”

After losing Gao Tu, Shen Wenlang often replayed their past—how lucky he’d once been to meet someone so honest, proud, and kind.

Now, seeing Gao Tu again, he couldn’t stand how the other had to lower his head, begging him not to hurt the child in his arms. It was like poison, watching someone who used to stand so tall fall silent out of fear.

He wished he could go back—to tell him,
“I hate Omegas, but if it’s you, I’d love you to madness. I don’t like kids, but if they’re yours, I’d never let them get hurt.”
But it was too late for that.

Then, Little Peanut climbed onto his lap and smiled at Gao Lele. “Sorry for bumping into you! Your mask is cool—can I try it?”

Lele nodded, and when he took off the mask—Shen Wenlang froze.

That face. Those eyes. The same expression from his own childhood photo. He didn’t need a DNA test to know—this was his son. His heart twisted and softened all at once.

For the first time in years, he smiled.

Three months later, everything had changed.

Gao Lele had a new “neighbor”—his dad’s old boss from the amusement park, who now lived next door. The man came by almost every day, calling Gao Tu “babe” and Lele “baby.”

One night, after eating too much watermelon, Gao Lele got up to use the bathroom. On the way back, he peeked into the living room. The room glowed dimly, and he heard whispers.

“Just one more kiss, all right?” the neighbor said softly.
Gao Tu murmured, “Don’t mess around—you’ll wake Lele.”
The neighbor cooed, “If he wakes, I’ll help him back to sleep. Just come over next door once he’s asleep.”

Gao Tu smiled faintly, kissed Shen Wenlang lightly on the cheek, and said, “Go back first.”

Like a small kitten, the neighbor nuzzled him but finally let go. Gao Tu instructed him to wait until Lele slept.

Gao Lele quietly returned to bed, pulling the quilt over himself. Yet sleep would not come. The faint scent of iris and sage lingered in the air, making him feel safe and happy.

Later, when his father came to tuck him in, Lele whispered, “Papa, if you want to go next door… you can go. You don’t have to wait till I’m asleep.”

He snuggled into the blankets, heart full and happy.
Maybe, he thought, it was time to change his name—to Shen Lele.

Little Peanut, ever curious and precocious, called out to his dad during a meeting, insisting on his own logic about names and “summoning” people.

Sheng Shaoyou corrected him gently, while Hua Yong teased him, joking that Shen Wenlang was like someone on a suspended death sentence. The little boy laughed and squirmed, enjoying the playful tension between his dads.

At home, Little Peanut tried to monopolize Sheng Shaoyou’s attention, fending off his jealous dad, Hua Yong. Despite the playful squabbles, the adults balanced love and discipline with care, showing the warmth and devotion in their family.

One afternoon, Little Peanut noticed Gao Lele was sick and worriedly called his godfather, realizing how much he cared for others too.

Later, when he asked Sheng Shaoyou about having a little brother or sister, he eagerly imagined himself as the big brother who could protect them. Hua Yong immediately refused, recalling the near-tragedy when Peanut was born.

Three years ago, during Peanut’s birth, Sheng Shaoyou had nearly died from massive hemorrhaging. Hua Yong, panicked, had immediately called a lawyer to announce his will and entrusted the newborn to Shen Wenlang, saying, “I’ll go wherever Mr. Sheng goes.”

Only Sheng Shaoyou survived that critical night. Hua Yong realized then that loving a child meant protecting them at all costs, even above his own desires.

Now, with Little Peanut growing up smart, playful, and strong-willed, Hua Yong had learned how to love him properly.

He was content with the life they had—a small family bound by love and devotion, with no need for another child. Little Peanut’s voice, laughter, and presence were enough, the living proof of their love and the center of their world.