28: Mr. Sheng is Drunk
Sheng Shaoyou took off his suit jacket and draped it over the Omega’s face, expression grim as he shoved his way through the gawking crowd with Hua Yong in his arms.
Behind them, whispers followed:
“Why would an Omega in heat wander around like that? So shameless.”
“Exactly.”
“Doesn’t even seem like a normal heat—upstairs the AAs and OOs were going wild. Maybe he’s too weak and got forced into heat?”
Each comment stabbed at Sheng Shaoyou, but he ignored them all, holding Hua Yong tighter as he strode on.
A clueless Alpha, drawn in by the orchid scent, swaggered up and leered:
“Bro, mind sharing? We can all have some fun together—”
That idiot had picked the absolute worst time.
“Get lost,” Sheng Shaoyou growled.
The bitter orange and rum scent of his S-class Alpha pheromones erupted violently, the pressure so fierce it knocked the B-class scumbag to the ground, eyes rolling back as he collapsed.
The crowd instantly fell silent.
Everyone watched in awe as the furious Alpha carried his Omega away without looking back.
Outside, the narrow one-way lane only allowed cars to stop for twenty seconds. The driver was circling anxiously, begging his raging boss on the phone to wait another two minutes.
But Sheng Shaoyou couldn’t wait even a second. Without pheromone blockers, he could only use his overwhelming presence to keep the other ogling Alphas at bay.
Even so, the curious, lustful stares around him made his stomach churn.
And then—just his luck—he looked up and saw Shen Wenlang.
That damned Alpha who ought to have been hit by a bus was approaching at a leisurely pace, his Beta secretary, Gao Tu, trailing behind.
They’d just stepped out of a private room and stopped a few meters away, Shen Wenlang smirking meaningfully at the Omega in Sheng Shaoyou’s arms.
“Is that Hua Yong?” Shen Wenlang asked, lips curling. “What’s wrong? Heat?”
If he weren’t holding Hua Yong, Sheng Shaoyou would’ve strangled him right there.
But now he just wanted to get his Omega home, so he turned his face away and pretended not to see the dog shit on the ground.
Shen Wenlang, however, wasn’t done. He even leaned closer to sniff the air and said with a mocking smile:
“Smells good.”
A heavy incense mixed with iris unfurled from his neck gland—another S-class Alpha’s pheromones, this time more seductive than oppressive.
“Shen Wenlang,” Sheng Shaoyou ground out through clenched teeth, “keep your filthy scent to yourself.”
“What’s filthy about incense and iris? Unlike your reeking bitter orange—it’s like some possessed toilet cleaner.”
Stay calm. Stay calm. If he was going to kill him, at least find a place with no cameras.
Sheng Shaoyou sneered darkly, disgusted:
“Years ago, that fledgling HS Group used my scent to develop a whole line of cleaning products. I also heard you hate Omegas. But for Hua Yong you keep coming after me. I thought maybe you wanted my Omega. But now… maybe you secretly want me?”
Shen Wenlang’s face twisted like he’d swallowed something foul.
“Delusions can be treated, you know,” he said icily. But then he smiled faintly. “Though, since we’re here, I actually have a few heartfelt words for you.”
“Save your confession,” Sheng Shaoyou cut him off, cursing his late driver silently.
“Not a confession,” Shen Wenlang replied, amused. “Hua Yong’s health is poor—doctors say his foundation is damaged, can’t recover quickly. Too much exposure to Alpha pheromones and he heats up. Keeping such an Omega around can’t be much fun. Why not let me have him—”
“The higher-ups at X Holdings are very pleased with him. If you return him to us, I’ll share the gene-scissors technology with your company.”
Sheng Shaoyou froze. In his arms, Hua Yong stiffened visibly too.
He hadn’t expected that this Omega was worth more than even that 35 billion in cash—that he could tempt Shen Wenlang with something like this.
But… what did “X Holdings’ higher-ups are very pleased with him” really mean?
The implication made Sheng Shaoyou grind his molars.
Moments later, Hua Yong began trembling violently, burying his face in Sheng Shaoyou’s suit. Shaky, frightened breaths seeped through the thin fabric.
Sheng Shaoyou tightened his hold on him, forced a smile at Shen Wenlang and sneered:
“Your HS Group only has that one technology worth anything. They say even heroes fall for beauties—looks like you’re willing to give up your empire for him. How noble.”
“Likewise,” Shen Wenlang retorted.
Bastard.
Finally, a long black limousine pulled up. The sweaty driver scrambled out to open the door for his scowling boss.
Shen Wenlang followed a few steps, calling after him:
“Sheng Shaoyou, I’m genuinely serious. Don’t rush to refuse. Think it over—I’ll wait for your answer.”
Sheng Shaoyou rolled down the window just long enough to smile coldly:
“You might as well wait for death—it’ll come sooner.”
The window rose slowly, and the black car merged into traffic and drove off.
Behind them, left standing in exhaust fumes, Shen Wenlang clicked his tongue and cursed. Turning, he saw Gao Tu’s pale face and snapped:
“What are you waiting for? Go get the car!”
He couldn’t sleep with him, couldn’t bring him to crowded events.
For anyone else, an Omega like Hua Yong would have been useless by now.
But for some reason, when it came to Hua Yong, Sheng Shaoyou just… couldn’t let him go.
Even if Shen Wenlang was willing to trade the one research achievement Sheng Shaoyou’s company desperately needed.
That night, Sheng Shaoyou held his suffering Omega and released his calming pheromones for hours.
By the next day, Hua Yong had recovered, but he was quieter than usual.
Sheng Shaoyou was busy with work and couldn’t stay home. Before leaving, he pulled Hua Yong to the doorway, kissed his forehead and said gently:
“Be good and rest at home today. Wait for me.”
Hua Yong nodded, looking like he wanted to say something.
“What is it?” Sheng Shaoyou asked patiently.
“The gene scissors…”
“Not your concern,” Sheng Shaoyou replied coolly, avoiding his eyes.
Hua Yong noticed the avoidance, sensing that perhaps Sheng Shaoyou was tempted after all.
Later, at the morning meeting, his team laid out seventeen project proposals. By every metric, the projects he’d snatched from HS — with their high costs and low profits — didn’t look good.
They had boosted sales and asset turnover rates, sure, but overall they dragged down efficiency. Meanwhile, his expensive R&D project had yet to yield returns. Together, these made for an ugly financial report.
Looking at the papers, Sheng Shaoyou admitted he’d been impulsive — but he didn’t regret it.
He was used to being the golden boy: brilliant, capable, confident. He believed he could turn things around.
And, to his credit, the projects he’d wrestled from HS did showcase his company’s superior sales capacity to X Holdings — increasing the chance of a deep partnership.
He was right.
Just as financial analysts began criticizing his firm, news spread that Sheng Shaoyou had received a private invitation from the head of X Holdings to meet at a small salon after the World Biotech Forum in P Country.
This bombshell set the industry abuzz.
The elusive head of X Holdings wants to meet Sheng Shaoyou? Does this mean a partnership is set? What does the mysterious heir of X Holdings even look like?
Friends called to probe him for details, assuming he’d already met the person.
But in truth, Sheng Shaoyou was just as baffled. He had no idea who the heir was, and the invitation had come as a surprise.
When he got the news, he was already ill.
As an S-class Alpha, he was rarely sick — but overusing his pheromones that night had strained his glands, and the constant overwork hadn’t helped.
That day, after a full schedule and late-night business drinks, he returned home dizzy, steadying himself against the wall.
He thought he’d just drunk too much.
The guest of honor that night was a P Country official rumored to be close to X Holdings’ head — and Chang Yu had been there too. Feeling cornered, Sheng Shaoyou drank heavily to save face.
Such a setting wasn’t suitable for Hua Yong. He’d meant to bring a random companion — and when Shu Xin texted, he figured she’d do and brought her along.
Chang Yu clearly disliked him and kept forcing drinks. By the end, Sheng Shaoyou was drunk enough that Shu Xin had to help him to the car.
As she shut the door, she tried to kiss him, but he frowned and told her coldly to sit up front. Chen Pinming wisely stayed quiet and dropped her off after taking Sheng Shaoyou home.
At the door, Sheng Shaoyou felt dizzy, his body hot and cold all at once — and then he saw a pair of long, straight legs in front of him.
He looked up, and sure enough, it was Hua Yong.
Backlit, he couldn’t make out his face — only the cool orchid scent that reached his nose.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Sheng Shaoyou asked hoarsely.
“Mr. Sheng is drunk.” Hua Yong’s voice was soft, but in Sheng Shaoyou’s ears it sounded cold and steady. “I’ll help you to your room.”
Sheng Shaoyou leaned on the slim young man, barely making it to the bedroom.
Hua Yong helped him to the bed, laying him down flat, his long fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt.
Through heavy lids, Sheng Shaoyou stared up at the beautiful youth’s indifferent face looking down on him.
“Mr. Sheng, you smell disgusting,” Hua Yong said coldly.
Sheng Shaoyou knew he reeked of another Omega. He’d meant to shower before coming upstairs, but the orchid scent had hit him at the door, making his head spin.
Being told “you smell disgusting” by the one he cherished most wounded even his proud Alpha ego — but he had no strength to retort.
For some reason, tonight Hua Yong’s scent felt like an inescapable net. His body was hot, his neck tingled, his limbs heavy and weak.
He lay there like an Omega in heat, pinned to the bed, mouth half-open, breathing ragged and broken.