43: Mr. Hua, This Is Going Too Far
The surgeons at HeCi witnessed what could go down in medical history as a miracle recovery.
By unanimous expert diagnosis, Hua Yong’s injuries at the time of admission should have taken at least three months to heal.
But just a week later, this fierce guest—who had endured the entire surgery without anesthesia—walked out of the hospital alongside the head of Shengfang Biotech, alive and kicking.
“Is he even human?” whispered some medical interns on rotation in the surgical ward.
“He looks so frail, but after hearing what he went through, it feels like he could crush me with one hand.”
“Ugh, his constitution is freakishly strong!”
“But he’s so handsome!”
“Right! So refined! Ugh, I wonder if he has an Omega already… I love this kind of beautiful, powerful Alpha—it’s such an adorable contrast! Do you think if I confessed, I’d get rejected?”
“Dream on! You? He was personally brought in by X Holdings’ secretary Chang.”
“X Holdings? That multinational group? But who’s Chang Yu?”
“You don’t know? And you’re thinking of confessing? Chang Yu is the right hand of X Holdings’ big boss—one step below the throne!”
“Ah, I know this one too! My sister married to P‑country last year, her husband works at X Holdings. Their big boss is so mysterious, hardly anyone has seen him! If the boss is the uncrowned emperor of P‑country, then Chang Yu is the prime minister.”
“Whoa, so impressive! So the Mr. Hua in VIP Room 9… is he Chang Yu’s… lover?”
“No way! Chang Yu treated him like his own father—so respectful he looked ready to kneel and put his shoes on for him.”
“Wait… so this Mr. Hua—is he X Holdings’ secret boss?”
“Who knows? But—but!” an Omega nurse giggled. “Lately I’ve been shipping Hua Yong with the guy in the next room—Sheng Shaoyou!”
“Oh, stop making things up!”
“This time I’m not! I have evidence! According to the night nurse, the night after Hua Yong’s surgery, Sheng Shaoyou stood outside his room for over an hour!”
“Really?!”
“If I’m lying, I’m a dog!”
—
After discharge, Sheng Shaoyou shut himself away for several days, refusing all visitors.
He especially avoided Hua Yong—blocking him on WeChat, not answering calls, and refusing to meet, clearly intent on cutting ties completely.
The afternoon he blocked Hua Yong’s tenth alternate account, Sheng received a letter stamped with the private seal of X Holdings’ owner.
Hua Yong’s handwriting, like his person, was graceful and elegant.
Hard to believe, in this day and age, someone still sent handwritten letters to express their feelings.
“Mr. Sheng, did you eat properly today? I miss you so much.”
“Mr. Sheng, I had my stitches removed this afternoon. The doctor said it might leave a scar. What should I do? I’m scared you won’t like me anymore.”
“Mr. Sheng, are you still angry with me? Will you never see me again? What am I supposed to do then? I miss you so much it’s killing me. The wound still hurts even after the stitches came out. I wish you could blow on it for me.”
Soon, letter after letter, each carrying the crisp scent of orchids, filled Sheng Shaoyou’s life.
Finally, he lost his temper and threw the entire box of letters out in front of the delivery man.
Two weeks after discharge, Sheng returned to his long‑neglected office, buried in work and sleeping in the office rest area for three days to catch up.
And still, the harassing letters kept coming.
“Mr. Sheng, you opened them, didn’t you? I sniffed and many of them carry your scent.”
“Mr. Sheng, could you write me back? If not words, could you at least rub your scent gland on the paper? I miss it so much.”
Sheng crushed this particularly suggestive letter to pieces and called his assistant Chen Pinming in cold fury.
“Why the hell are these still appearing on my desk?”
Chen, helpless, explained:
“The courier said his boss insists on pursuing you openly. If the letters don’t reach you, he’ll publish them in the paper, buy a trending hashtag, and put it on the front page.”
“So between two evils, this is the lesser.”
“Is today’s courier still here?”
“Y‑yes…”
“Send him in.”
Chen hesitated:
“But today’s—”
“Cut the crap. Send him in. I’ll tell him myself.”
—
In Shengfang’s reception room, Hua Yong sat properly on the sofa, long legs together, and greeted him sweetly:
“Mr. Sheng.”
Goddammit! Why didn’t Chen tell me the courier today was the bastard himself?!
“Secretary Chen said you wanted to see me?” Hua Yong raised his face, the line of his jaw taut, a hopeful look in his gentle eyes. “Have you forgiven me?”
No one could refuse such warm, earnest eyes.
Sheng forced himself to look away, coldly saying:
“I want you and your harassing letters to stay out of my sight forever.”
Hua Yong’s eyes flickered sharply, though his voice stayed soft:
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like you.”
“Can’t you try?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“No reason.” Sheng crossed his arms. “I’m not gay. I’m not interested in Alphas.”
“So if I weren’t an Alpha, it’d be fine?”
Sheng didn’t answer. The room fell silent but for their breathing.
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Sheng sneered:
“What—are you going to tell me you’re not an Alpha but a Beta? Mr. Hua, this is going too far.”
For a moment, Hua Yong’s softness vanished, his profile as sharp and cold as a snowy peak, almost inhumanly beautiful.
Knock knock knock.
“Come in.”
Chen Pinming entered hesitantly with an invitation.
“An invitation from the Jianghu City Chamber of Commerce for next weekend. You may bring a companion.”
“Decline it,” Sheng snapped. “Say I’m sick. No time for socializing.”
“Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong frowned disapprovingly. “It’s bad luck to curse yourself. You should mind your words.”
“What’s it to you?” Sheng looked down at him. “Aren’t you overstepping, Mr. Hua?”
“Do I disgust you?”
Sheng froze, then gritted out:
“Yes. Very much.”
Yet Hua Yong remained calm, sitting upright and proper, as if trying very hard to appear harmless.
“Please don’t say that, Mr. Sheng. It hurts me.”
Sheng’s gaze fell on a cheap business magazine on the coffee table.
“Shengfang Biotech Founder Critically Ill! Crown Prince Thrust into Crisis, Stock Plummets!”
The moment he saw Shengfang’s name, he thought of their medication—and felt tortured.
He’d deliberately avoided dwelling on his and Hua Yong’s past, because thinking of how this seemingly perfect “Omega” was really a cruel liar always sent chills down his spine.
But reality wasn’t that simple.
Shengfang’s medicine was in Hua Yong’s hands—he held the company’s fate in a single nod.
That knowledge chilled Sheng to the bone.
In this relationship, he had no say—only Hua Yong decided whether to pursue him, love him, lie to him, or tell the truth.
It was a miserable feeling.
“Sir, it’s time for your meeting,” Chen reminded him.
Sheng straightened, ignored Hua Yong, and walked out.
But Hua Yong followed him to the conference room door.
Sheng stopped and turned, his voice icy:
“Mr. Hua, what else do you want?”
Hua Yong stared at him longingly, then finally smiled softly and said:
“Goodbye, Mr. Sheng.”
Sheng ignored him and entered the meeting room, pretending to focus. Only when Hua Yong left did he glance back at the door where he’d stood.
One of the research leads paused, noticing Sheng distracted, until Sheng snapped:
“What? Do I have scientific breakthroughs written on my face?”
The young researcher flinched and buried his head in his notes, only sneaking glances at Sheng now and then.
The man at the door earlier—so beautiful he looked like a dating sim protagonist—was rumored to be his boss’s love interest.
At 2 a.m., unable to sleep, Sheng got up, threw on his shirt and jacket, and returned to his office.
As he sat down to read, a faint click came from outside—like a lock turning.
Who?
He narrowed his eyes, slipped behind the door silently.
The corridor was dark—only his office light was on, a perfect target.
Even his S‑class Alpha senses couldn’t immediately discern what lurked in the darkness.
Then—clatter!
A metal can rolled outside. Sheng instinctively reached for his phone—but it wasn’t there, still on his nightstand.
A strange hissing sound followed as white mist began seeping under the door.
He covered his mouth and retreated, but the gas thickened, his eyes burned, his head spun.
“Are you sure this’ll work? He’s an S‑class Alpha!”
“Relax—even African poachers use this on wild elephants. Any ordinary Alpha would already be down.”
As muffled voices outside faded, Sheng’s knees buckled and he collapsed onto the sofa—where he caught the faint orchid scent that had clung to it since Hua Yong sat there earlier.
To be fair—even if it belonged to a lying Alpha, that ghost‑orchid fragrance wasn’t unpleasant.
As he slipped into unconsciousness, that was his final thought.