47: I Want to Fall in Love with Mr. Sheng
The medication from Shengfang would only last a week.
Sheng Shaoyou admitted to himself that he was in a passive position.
Putting everything else aside, just for the sake of that damn special drug, he couldn’t afford to completely fall out with Hua Yong.
But every second he spent with Hua made him question his life choices.
Hua Yong still looked the same—gentle expression, soft voice, fragrant orchid‑scented pheromones. Apart from exuding more of an Alpha’s aura, everything else was just as before. Yet he himself was nothing like a fragile, protected Omega.
It was already hard enough for a top‑tier Alpha to accept having been “slept with” by another Alpha. But faced with that face, Sheng couldn’t bring himself to say harsh words.
But even harder to stomach was the fact that he, an S‑rank Alpha, had actually been used as an Omega.
Hearing this phrasing, Hua’s expression clearly darkened:
“‘Used’?”
The beautiful young man furrowed his brows.
“Mr. Sheng, how can you use such an obviously derogatory word? Besides, why do you say it was me using you, and not you using me?”
Sheng was left speechless.
Strictly speaking, Hua was right—Omegas could also use “tools” to relieve themselves.
But! What business was it of an Alpha how an Omega used tools?!
Damn it! All this was that little pervert’s fault!
The topic was just too sensitive. Memories of last night’s details floated back unbidden.
He couldn’t help but recall his own arms clinging and legs wrapped tightly around Hua’s waist. His face grew hot and his expression fierce.
“I’m leaving.”
“Are you full? Where to? I’ll go with you.”
“Back to work,” Sheng pushed away Hua’s hand. “Don’t you have anything better to do? Don’t you have an empire to run?”
“Mm.” Hua nodded. “I’ve arranged a three‑year sabbatical for myself—just to pursue Mr. Sheng.”
Courtship was an urgent and important matter. Compared to Sheng Shaoyou, everything else was irrelevant.
Sheng froze for a moment, then sneered:
“Sitting in Jianghu issuing orders from afar… Don’t let your old nest in P‑country get overthrown one day without you even knowing.”
“Mr. Sheng is worried about me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Then… would Mr. Sheng take me in?” Hua leaned closer, expression reliant and serious:
“If that day really comes, I’ll come to you, eat your food, use your things, and stay by your side forever. Would that be alright?”
His look was far too earnest, as if he truly expected it to happen.
That deadly sincerity and deep adoration were carved into those clear eyes—beautiful enough to make anyone lose their soul.
That fatal attraction almost made Sheng forget what he meant to say.
No one could say no to such a face.
Having Hua always obediently at his side—how could that be bad?
But when he thought of last night’s reckless indulgence and the humiliating ache below the waist, Sheng gritted his teeth and forced out two words:
“Not okay.”
“I hate stray dogs the most.”
He pushed back his chair and stood up.
Hua wasn’t angry or even disappointed. As if being rejected by Sheng was perfectly normal—just how things were.
He lifted his eyes, calm and gentle, and looked at Sheng:
“Oh? So Mr. Sheng likes winners. That’s perfect. I’m very good at winning. I never lose.”
—
Just past 9 a.m., Chen Pinming was already waiting in the lobby of X Hotel.
“Your boss has been kidnapped,”
Chang Yu had said on the phone, nearly stopping Chen’s heart.
Now, he sat anxiously, replaying that sentence over and over.
The Sheng family rarely made enemies—how could Sheng Shaoyou have been kidnapped? Unless…
Thinking of how X Holdings and HS Group had once jointly targeted Shengfang Biotech… and then thinking of that Omega secretary from HS Group who suddenly turned out to be the orchid‑scented, elegant young master behind X Holdings, Chen’s heart was full of dread.
He had called Sheng several times but never got through.
By 2 p.m., still nothing.
Just as he was considering further action, Sheng finally emerged from the exclusive elevator.
Chen let out a long breath and hurried to meet him.
“Mr. Sheng!”
He forgot his manners and rolled up Sheng’s sleeve, scanning him up and down.
“Were you hurt?”
Sheng’s wrist bore a striking bruise—like it had been cut, though it was actually from the rope.
Hua had already had a doctor treat and disinfect it. Thanks to Hua’s permanent mark, Sheng’s healing was much faster.
The redness had faded, but the bruising remained shocking.
Chen’s heart twisted seeing it.
“What happened? Did you call the police? Where are the criminals?”
“Secretary Chen,”
Hua stepped over and subtly brushed Chen’s hand away from Sheng’s wrist.
He smiled politely:
“The perpetrators have been dealt with. No need to worry.”
That faint glance from him made Chen’s scalp prickle. He instinctively stepped back.
“G‑good day.”
Hua gave him a slight nod, then turned back to Sheng with a softer look:
“Shall we go? I’ll ride with you.”
This time, he didn’t even ask—as if sure Sheng wouldn’t refuse.
“Oh right—your father’s medicine…”
Sheng stopped, turning to him with a sharp glint.
But Hua only smiled gently:
“I already had it delivered to the hospital. Save you the trip. After work, we can go see him together. Alright?”
That thoughtfulness was completely unexpected.
According to rumors, the head of X Holdings was ruthless and would surely use Shengfang’s medicine to threaten him into submission.
But Hua’s consideration threw Sheng off.
Rejecting him now would seem ungrateful.
So Sheng grudgingly allowed him to ride along.
They sat close, shoulder to shoulder, looking like an affectionate couple.
On the way, Chen noticed his boss walking a little awkwardly, with a faint glowing flower visible under the suppression patch on his neck.
Hua stayed close, trying to help him more than once, but Sheng swatted him away.
Yet the supposedly cold and powerful youth only rubbed his reddened hand, looking both aggrieved and sweet:
“That hurt, Mr. Sheng…”
“Then stay away.”
But Sheng’s eyes still lingered on that pale, delicate hand.
Alpha or not, why was he so soft and easily bruised?
Then again, considering how Hua could single‑handedly right a fallen cabinet, he surely wouldn’t die from a couple of slaps.
That thought steeled Sheng’s resolve.
Damn it. This little liar was a monster. He didn’t need anyone’s pity.
—
In the conference room, Sheng joined a research update on gene‑editing progress.
Hua sat beside him the whole time, unbothered.
When everyone else left, only Sheng, Hua, and Chen remained.
“Secretary Chen,” Hua said suddenly, smiling innocently.
“Please step out. I have something to say to Mr. Sheng.”
Chen hesitated, but Sheng waved him off:
“It’s fine. Just leave this in my office and shut the door.”
Sensing the unusual tension, Chen quickly fled.
The door shut.
Hua leisurely drew the blinds, blocking the glass.
Sheng sat with arms crossed.
“Well? What is it?”
“Chen is loyal but not very attentive. Besides, he can’t be by your side 24/7—”
“Why would he need to be? I’m an Alpha. I don’t need protection.”
“You do.” Hua’s gaze softened:
“You’re stubborn and soft‑hearted. Easily deceived. You could make enemies without even knowing it. After what happened yesterday… I can’t leave you alone anymore.”
“And who are you to worry about me?”
The delicate young man stared at him for a long while, then smiled faintly:
“Who am I? Mr. Sheng, you tell me.”
Sheng stared back coldly.
“Whatever you wanted, you already got. Isn’t it time to stop pretending?”
But Hua only leaned close, his breath cool against Sheng’s face:
“Pretending? I’ve always been serious about you.”
Sheng couldn’t find words.
This unsettling sincerity was impossible to resist.
Hua tugged on his tie, pulling him close until their lips nearly touched.
“Mr. Sheng is my Alpha. My exclusive ‘Omega.’ I care for you, love you, want to protect you. I’ll treat you well and take responsibility—for life.”
“I don’t—mmph!”
His protest was swallowed by a fierce kiss.
The heavy orchid scent clouded his senses, and whatever resistance he had left crumbled.
They broke apart, panting. Hua caught Sheng’s chin and nipped it lightly.
“What the hell do you want?” Sheng hissed.
“I want to pursue you.”
“I’ve said before—I’m not gay. I don’t like Alphas.”
“I know. But I want to fall in love with you, Mr. Sheng.”
You know nothing! Sheng wanted to retort.
But Hua’s fingers traced along his jaw with reverence.
“Don’t you like me?”
Those long lashes, the damp lips still glistening… The hook was deep.
“Don’t you like this face?”
Hua’s voice was calm, but his gaze held an unwavering passion Sheng couldn’t look away from.
Even the most outrageous things, when said by this person, somehow felt believable.
“Mr. Sheng, please be with me. I really, really like you. You’re the only one I’ll ever love, the only one I’ll ever be good to.”
It was the perfect, irresistible sweet‑coated missile.
“Give me one more chance. I’ll spend my whole life repaying you. Please?”
Sheng’s mind buzzed, almost nodding instinctively.
Thankfully, a shred of rationality pulled him back.
“What do you like about me?” he asked flatly.
“Everything.”
…What?
He froze.
“Everything?”
“Mm. Everything, all of it. If it’s you, I like it.”
Sheng scoffed inwardly.
Like everything? Impossible.
But Hua’s eyes were bright and steady, not at all like he was lying.
Still a shameless little madman!
Sheng sighed:
“Did you already know me before all this?”
Hua blinked, then nodded.
“Mm.”
“Hua Yong, I’ll give you one last chance. If I catch you lying again—get lost. As far as you can.”
Hua nodded obediently:
“Mm. Ask away.”
Everything he wanted was within reach. Lying again would only set it aflame.
Hua knew better than anyone how much Sheng hated lies.
And he wasn’t that stupid.