46: I’m Very Good at Feeding Mr. Sheng
The next day, X Holdings made an exception and gave everyone a paid day off.
On the phone, Chang Yu explained this.
Shen Wenlang listened with a dark face, then commented:
“Fine, let them have their holiday. It’s not like he’s only been crazy for a day or two.”
Chang hesitated, then added after a pause:
“Boss meant HS should take the day off too, since it’s such a happy occasion.”
“Isn’t his solo madness enough?”
Ever since Gao Tu submitted his resignation, Shen hadn’t slept well for days and was even more irritable.
“Anything else? If not, don’t bother me!”
He picked up his teacup, took a sip, then slammed it down, frowning:
“Is this foot wash?”
The new secretary panicked:
“Sorry, Mr. Shen, this is zhilan‑scented phoenix dancong. Not to your taste?”
“I only drink boiled white tea. Are you new?”
The secretary, barely three days in, silently shed tears of terror.
Wu wu wu wu… Secretary Gao, please come back…
When Gao formally resigned, Shen quickly moved him out of the president’s office and even snapped:
“Finish your handover within a month and leave. Gao Tu, the earth spins just fine without you. Get lost.”
When it came to parting, Shen was always decisive, always adaptable. Absolutely no reluctance.
Just like back then, when the Omega who had seduced his father and given birth to him abandoned him, Shen hadn’t felt a shred of sentimentality.
Separation and abandonment were the way of the world. Happiness was a fairy tale.
Shen hated manipulative Omegas who relied on Alphas to survive. But he hated even more the fact that Gao’s resignation made him feel inexplicably sour and anxious.
He thought once he drove Gao out of his office, out of sight meant out of mind.
But compared to Gao, the new secretary was a headless idiot, grating in every way.
And the always‑calm, dependable Gao had packed up his few belongings within an hour of being ordered out and quietly moved downstairs.
Watching him leave, Shen felt like his chest was on fire.
He knew no matter how long he dragged it out, at most Gao would stay another month.
He used to think the metaphor of Gao as his “tail” was funny.
Everyone must’ve wondered how such a handsome Alpha ended up with such a clumsy tail.
Sometimes he even thought Gao’s loyalty, awkwardness, and reliability were kind of cute.
Gao gave Shen—used to being abandoned—a rare sense of security.
Shen had assumed Gao would always stay.
But that Beta, who couldn’t even look him in the eye as he hoarsely handed in his resignation, was leaving him… for a pregnant Omega.
That resolute yet vulnerable face left Shen utterly blank for a moment.
In that instant, he truly felt suffocated. Somewhere deep inside him hurt so much he couldn’t breathe.
The pain of parting—like having his tail ripped off.
“Why have you been so snappish these last two days?” Chang teased over the phone. “Boss, on the other hand, is in a very good mood.”
Shen sneered:
“Oh? Sheng Shaoyou agreed to see him?”
“More than that. First thing this morning, Boss called a wedding planner and said he wants to give Sheng the wedding of his dreams—soon.”
“Then he should just marry over,” Shen said sarcastically. “Playing Omega for love suits him. You should tell him to consider it.”
Being an Omega for love was doable—but technically impossible for an Enigma.
“By the way, that targeted drug Sheng wanted—I don’t have time to deliver it. Have Hua bring it himself. Consider it their engagement gift. Life‑saving grace repaid with a lifetime commitment—how poetic.”
—
Sheng Shaoyou slept for an entire day and night before finally waking up.
It was already midday on the third day.
Hua lay beside him, keeping him company. The moment Sheng stirred, Hua woke, leaned over, and kissed his forehead.
“Good morning, Mr. Sheng.”
Sheng froze.
The surroundings were unfamiliar—a hotel suite, heavy curtains drawn, dim light from a single lamp.
His throat felt scorched.
“What time is it?” he rasped.
Hua handed him warm water.
“Half past twelve. You’ve been asleep a long time. Any discomfort?”
Sheng didn’t take the cup. He stared blankly, memories of what happened before sleep flooding back.
Other than a faint ache in his temples, his shoulder wound had healed, and even the injured gland at his nape had miraculously recovered.
Exhausted, yes—but not dead, despite the poison.
He vaguely remembered Hua biting his neck and saying only a permanent mark could save him.
But how could an Alpha be marked?
Yet here he was, alive.
Had that bite somehow “disinfected” him?
If the kidnappers hadn’t lied, he’d been injected with enough cyanide to kill a man several times over.
Complicated feelings churned inside. After a long silence, he asked:
“Where are those two?”
“At the police station,” Hua coaxed gently, holding the cup to his lips. “You slept more than twenty‑four hours. Have some water.”
“You sent them to the police?” Sheng pushed the cup away, suspicious.
Really? The uncrowned king of P‑country handing kidnappers over to the cops?
“You personally took them?”
“Mm.” Hua nodded. “Rule of law. I was afraid you’d be upset if I handled it myself.”
Sheng wasn’t a saint—but if Hua truly handed them over legally, all the better.
What he didn’t know was that no police report had been filed anywhere in Jianghu these past days.
Because the youngest, most ruthless emperor of X Holdings would never let anyone who dared hurt his beloved queen live to see the sunrise.
—
The suite was Room 9901 at the X Hotel—huge, with living room, kitchen, study, and gym.
Hua wanted Sheng to stay here to recover. He even hired a nutritionist.
After sitting in a daze for a while, Sheng’s stomach growled loudly.
Hua chuckled:
“Hungry?”
“Not really. I’ll shower first,” Sheng mumbled.
But the walk to the bathroom was… awkward.
His legs felt like overcooked noodles. Sheng barely stood upright, gripping the headboard for balance.
Pretending nothing was wrong, he walked under Hua’s burning gaze—but every step felt like torture.
The place that had been ravaged all night throbbed painfully.
Seeing him stagger, Hua stepped in with a smile:
“Let me help.”
When Sheng tried to shake him off, Hua pulled him close, whispering against his ear:
“Don’t act tough. It just hurts you and breaks my heart. Not worth it.”
Showering left him dizzy and breathless.
He struggled through it, only to be pinned in the bathtub for more kisses until he was completely disoriented.
Even after dressing, Hua dried his hair for him, massaged his sore thighs, and asked softly:
“Still sore?”
“Fine,” Sheng muttered, embarrassed.
“Let me press here a bit more?” Hua teased, dripping oil onto his hands.
“I want to eat,” Sheng snapped.
Hua smiled like an ink‑stroke on white paper and murmured:
“I’ll feed you. I’m very good at feeding Mr. Sheng.”
When Sheng frowned:
“Don’t.”
“I have to,” Hua insisted. “The maids are cooking outside. You don’t want me carrying you out, do you? If you don’t let me loosen these tight muscles, how will you walk out yourself?”
“Who caused this?”
“Me,” Hua laughed.
Unlike his ruthless reputation, he was surprisingly warm, patient, and always smiling.
“I’m sorry. My fault. But Mr. Sheng… you’re too irresistible.”
His lips pressed against Sheng’s again, as though every chance to kiss him was precious.
After the massage, Sheng felt refreshed and managed to walk out.
The table was set with delicate dishes and a perfect congee.
Sheng frowned.
“Congee?”
Hua leaned over from behind, wrapping his arms around him:
“Good for your stomach. Please?”
“I don’t drink congee,” Sheng retorted.
“Everything else you like is too cold or heavy. If you don’t adjust your digestion now, you’ll regret it later…”
Sheng glared at him, but Hua only rubbed his cheek softly:
“Please, Mr. Sheng. Just a little. For me?”
The spark of anger in Sheng’s chest fizzled out under Hua’s sweet tone.
So this little emperor inherited his empire through sheer shamelessness, huh?
But given the circumstances, Sheng could only accept the peace offering.
He humphed, picked up the bowl, and took a sip—only to find it surprisingly good.
The warmth soothed him, his irritation fading.
But when he looked up, he noticed Chang Yu sitting stiffly on the sofa.
The famously elusive right‑hand man of X Holdings looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.
He avoided their eyes, maintaining a professional demeanor, though clearly shocked.
Because the soft, obedient Hua Yong was utterly different from the cold, commanding figure everyone knew.
No wonder Shen Wenlang cracked under the sight of this.
They’d all grown used to Hua’s ruthlessness—so seeing him like this, so tender and harmless before his beloved…
It was truly, utterly terrifying.