21: Bring him back, I’ll give you one hundred million
It took Ai Heng nearly twenty minutes to finally find a route leading to the top floor.
The X Hotel had extremely tight security—even a top-level detective like Ai Heng had to stay on high alert to barely avoid the dense network of surveillance cameras, slip past strict checkpoints, and finally sneak into the VIP reception floor, which had never been visited by outsiders.
X Hotel, Top Floor, Linen Room.
Two Omega janitors, both poorly ranked and just finishing their cleaning duties, were slacking off and chatting. Ai Heng lay drenched in sweat in the ventilation duct above them.
He was multitasking: live-streaming what he saw and heard to Sheng Shaoyou, while also eavesdropping through a bug he had planted earlier at the hotel front desk. At the same time, he was looking for a discreet and safe exit on this heavily guarded floor.
It was overwhelming, but Ai Heng was used to this kind of pressure and didn’t mind. While Sheng Shaoyou remained silent, Ai Heng even had the leisure to listen in on the two Omega cleaners below.
But after only two sentences, Ai Heng’s expression turned serious.
“Hey, have you seen the Omega in 9901?”
“The one with the orchid scent?”
“Yeah! That little face is seriously stunning! Such a shame though—”
“What’s a shame?”
“A shame he’s about to be ruined by those rough Alphas.” The Omega’s tone was mysterious, but not quiet: “I heard from Xiao Zhang on night shift that just a few days ago, that orchid who’s been assigned to serve high-level Alphas was carried out in the middle of the night, covered in blood!”
“For real? I caught a glimpse of him on his first day! Didn’t get a good look, but any Omega surrounded by a group of S- and A-level Alphas can’t possibly be ugly!”
“Not just not ugly—absolutely ethereal!” The older female Omega leaning against the cabinet smirked suggestively. “That cold, abstinent face, and yet still treated like that. If I were an Alpha, I’d give him everything the moment he cried—”
The younger Omega scoffed, curling his lips in disdain: “With charm like that, no wonder he was scheduled for a one-on-eight last night.”
“One-on-eight?” The younger one, clearly a newbie, blinked in confusion. “What does that mean?”
“You don’t know?” The senior Omega looked down arrogantly at the clueless rookie. “This floor is exclusively for VIP guests of X Corporation. And what haven’t those rich and powerful people experienced? Since they’ve come here, of course they want something new. For savage, primal Alphas, what could be more thrilling than a violent orgy?”
“Besides, someone like the one in Room 9901—looking like that—would obviously attract tons of admirers. If they waited their turns one by one, they’d be in line till kingdom come. So for efficiency’s sake, some… overlap is quite welcomed. A lot of the regulars here know each other well. Group fun among acquaintances is normal. After all, sharing an Omega shows closeness, right?”
The young Omega widened his eyes in horror: “You mean… one-on-eight means he was, he was… alone, with all of them…?”
Ai Heng: !!!??
Sheng Shaoyou: !!!!
“Ai Heng.”
“…Yes?”
“Bring him out.”
Zzz—
“W-what?” The interference on this floor startled Ai Heng with its sharp static. He adjusted his earpiece with difficulty and finally heard his client’s voice again.
Across the line, Sheng Shaoyou’s voice was hoarse and cracking, on the brink of breakdown: “Bring out that Omega they were talking about! Bring him back to me!”
“Mr. Sheng!” Ai Heng kept his tone low and quick, almost a whisper, “My hearing is fine. You’re yelling so loud, I’m going deaf here.”
“Bring him back!” Sheng Shaoyou didn’t even realize how loudly he was shouting until he looked around and saw the aftermath—his desk had been swept clean in his rage, papers, decorations, and pen holders shattered across the room.
He shook his numbed hand, which had slammed against the hardwood desk, then grabbed his shirt and crumpled the stiff fabric into deep wrinkles. The back of his hand was bleeding—some sharp object had cut him, swelling up visibly.
But physical pain didn’t matter to Sheng Shaoyou anymore. His mind was a mess, rapidly processing the situation.
X Holdings had publicly announced earlier that they were seeking domestic partners to build a central factory in Jianghu, aiming to develop and produce new pheromone-related products.
Sheng Shaoyou knew that Shen Wenlang wanted a piece of that pie too—but what he hadn’t expected was that bastard, who should’ve been run over by a car the moment he left the house, would offer up Hua Yong to X Holdings.
What right did he have?! That was the delicate Omega Sheng Shaoyou didn’t even dare to touch—how could Shen Wenlang use him as a bargaining chip!?
Sheng Shaoyou bit down on his knuckle, pacing madly around the room like a man possessed. He should’ve killed him that day. Should’ve skinned that wolf alive and put his head on display!
Hua Yong was on the top floor of X Holdings’ hotel.
Everyone in Sheng Shaoyou’s circle knew about this place. It was where X Holdings’ former leaders used to entertain politicians. The new CEO had renovated it into one of the most luxurious hotels in the country—no, in the entire northern hemisphere. It reopened last year with great fanfare.
Here, money could buy anything. Complete, mind-and-body pleasure was guaranteed.
Li Baiqiao, wild as he was, had gone there a few times before the renovation and declared it exhilarating. After reopening, it could only be more extreme.
Sheng Shaoyou had never been, but he’d heard the higher the floor, the more elite the service. The top floor, notoriously, was a playground for perverts.
Those two chatting Omegas didn’t realize they had just poked a hornet’s nest.
The older one chuckled: “I’ve worked here for nearly twenty years. Seven or eight years ago, before the young master took over, I once saw an Omega get killed by four Alphas—wrapped in a sheet and carried out. Still warm. It was brutal.”
The younger one turned pale. “What happened after that?”
“Who knows?” the senior Omega shrugged. “Probably dumped into the river. The windows here are all bulletproof. An Omega sent up here can’t even jump if they wanted to. Life or death depends on fate. All the room doors are specially made—not only soundproof, but pheromone-sealed. Guess why?”
The poor intern Omega looked overwhelmed. “Soundproof, I get—it keeps other guests from hearing. The pheromone seal… is it to keep the smells from mixing?”
The senior nodded, pleased. “Right—mostly. Imagine, several Alphas on one Omega. Wouldn’t you be screaming your lungs out?”
The young Omega shuddered, curling up. “For the first time, I feel like… maybe it’s good I’m not pretty.”
Still trembling, the intern looked up with curiosity. “You said I was only half right—what was I wrong about?”
The older Omega grinned. “Ever heard of forced heat?”
“Uh…?” The intern looked confused. “I only learned about regular heats—school biology said Omegas have set heat cycles, and Alphas have susceptibility periods.”
The elder laughed, ruffling his hair. “Don’t quote textbooks! Those are for good little kids. Real life doesn’t play by school rules.” She licked her cracked lips and continued, “A delicate Omega in a room full of hostile, pheromone-leaking Alphas? It’s hell. They’ll be completely at their mercy.”
Seeing her rookie’s pale face, she added with a crooked grin, “Xiao Zhang on night shift actually pitied that kid. Heard he wasn’t always this obedient. Came in pretty feisty. Even tried to bite his wrist to kill himself after being forced to breathe too many Alpha pheromones.”
“Wha…?”
The young Omega suddenly remembered catching a glimpse in the hallway.
The orchid-scented beauty from Room 9901 was tall and slender, wrapped in a black uniform coat. His skin was glowing white. He didn’t look like a professional greeter—more like a chaste virgin.
It reminded him of stories from old ghost novels: a pure celestial servant dragged into hell by demons.
It was painful to imagine someone so pristine and proud biting his wrist in despair.
—
Sheng Shaoyou couldn’t take it anymore.
Images of Hua Yong’s shy, innocent smile flooded his mind.
Their tender moments, warm as sunlight, now pierced his heart like arrows.
My orchid.
My Hua Yong.
One-on-multiple? How could he… how could he ever…
That shy, stubborn Omega couldn’t even kiss without blushing—Sheng Shaoyou had to cup his cheeks to stop him from fleeing mid-kiss.
Now the S-class Alpha who had lost his Omega was going insane.
He clenched his eyes shut. His chest felt hollow, gutted, his breath ragged, like his lungs were tearing apart.
The void in his heart gaped open, frozen air pouring in, wheezing through his damaged lungs like a broken bellows.
He thought of Hua Yong’s flawless face, his almost translucent skin, his reddened ears when embarrassed… and his pheromone disorder…
Those Alphas wouldn’t mark him—they’d kill him!
Sheng Shaoyou couldn’t stop imagining it: Hua Yong being carried out, wrapped in a blood-soaked sheet…
Imagining his orchid, so desperate, biting his own wrist just to end it all…
His heart shattered.
That delicate white wrist—he never dared grip it hard, afraid it might break.
Biting it himself… how much pain must he have endured?
Breathing became harder and harder. It felt like invisible hands were crushing his throat.
Those people wouldn’t stop when Hua Yong said “no.” They wouldn’t care what he wanted—only their own pleasure.
Sheng Shaoyou pressed his forehead to his arm on the table, tears dripping silently down.
His vision blurred, and he didn’t even realize what he was saying to Ai Heng anymore.
Almost masochistically, he imagined someone else defiling his orchid. His heart twisted, his chest convulsing in unbearable pain.
“Ai Heng, bring him back. I’ll give you one hundred million. As long as you bring him back alive, the cash is yours, and you’ll have a lifetime of my gratitude.”
Ai Heng pulled off his headset, rubbed his nearly deafened ears, wiped the sweat from his soaked forehead, and said:
“Alright then. For that kind of paycheck, I won’t even bill you for the medical expenses.”