60: Get Ready to Be Captured Alive and Sent to a Lab, Mr. Hua
With his gland damaged, blood loss from the night before, and after being kidnapped by Shen Wenlang for two hours in the middle of the night as a “love consultant,”
Hua Yong looked worse for wear the next morning.
His pale face was sharply contoured, making his sickly look even more pronounced and fragile.
During breakfast, Sheng Shaoyou stole glances at him at least eight hundred times.
Enjoying his beloved’s furtive glances, Hua Yong’s mood soared — yet he didn’t let it show.
With his right hand holding the glass of milk Sheng had handed him, and his left covering his chest, he furrowed his brows and coughed from time to time — enough to fluster the already-nervous Alpha into glancing his way even more often.
After a night under observation, the doctors declared Sheng fit to be discharged.
But Hua Yong, with his injured gland, was deemed a critical patient and was ordered to stay in the hospital for at least two more days.
Hua Yong was quite displeased by this.
He didn’t want to stay alone in the hospital, and pitifully looked at Sheng as he suggested:
“Mr. Sheng, can’t I go home?”
Even knowing the man was probably faking it, Sheng still couldn’t resist those watery eyes and snapped weakly:
“Don’t play the victim.”
“I’m not,” Hua lowered his head, fingers fiddling with the hem of his patient gown, his voice small:
“I just… want to go home too.”
He wasn’t pretending to be pitiful — he really was pitiful.
Sheng couldn’t help but soften.
After all, Hua had been injured saving him from Sheng Shaoqing.
Anyone else with such a wound to their gland would’ve died already — only Hua’s stubborn vitality kept him alive.
Thinking this, Sheng’s tone eased a little, though he kept up his stern front:
“Your injury isn’t healed yet. How can you go home?”
“Then… could Mr. Sheng stay with me?”
“No.”
Those beautiful, watery eyes instantly dimmed.
Hua looked like a disappointed puppy as he obediently murmured:
“Oh. I understand then.”
“Understand what?”
“That I can’t go home,” he muttered, then, after a pause, asked quietly:
“Mr. Sheng… will you never take me home?”
His voice was very soft, full of uncertainty, as if unsure whether Sheng now hated him and no longer liked him.
Sheng’s heart twinged and he snapped:
“Stop saying such nonsense all the time!”
“Isn’t it true though?” Hua said naturally, though the depths of his pretty eyes held a shadow of doubt.
“Mr. Sheng… do you dislike me?”
Sheng: “Could you stop emotionally manipulating me?!”
Hua lowered his head again.
“I’m not.”
How could he bear to manipulate Sheng?
He liked Sheng and wanted Sheng to like him too — and even more so, he hoped Sheng wouldn’t reject their child once he learned the truth.
“Hua Yong,” Sheng called his name. “What’s the deal with that permanent mark?”
“I already told you,” Hua raised his head and explained gently:
“During that kidnapping, they injected you with cyanide. If I hadn’t done it, you would’ve died.”
He sounded relaxed, but if you looked closely, his back was stiff and he adjusted his posture mid-sentence a bit unnaturally.
Sheng stared at him, eyes sharp:
“But I’ve never heard of any Alpha’s permanent mark having a cleansing effect.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously:
“And besides — I’m also an Alpha. How could you even mark me?”
Hua met his gaze and answered sincerely:
“Because I’m not an ordinary Alpha.”
That much, at least, was the truth.
Sheng glanced at the bandage on his neck.
No ordinary Alpha could sit here calmly at the breakfast table the day after a gland injury.
“Other than cleansing and enhanced healing, what other effects does your permanent mark have on me?”
“All good ones,” Hua replied matter-of-factly.
“My physical abilities, speed, explosiveness, healing, and intelligence are all far beyond ordinary humans — and through the permanent mark, I’ve passed thirty percent of those to you…”
He leaned closer, his voice soft:
“…and one hundred percent of my love.”
Sheng’s ears tingled from the warm breath. He turned his head away and asked:
“And the price?”
Faced with this sugar-coated grenade, his heartbeat raced, but his face stayed calm.
He’d learned long ago how to extract maximum benefit from negotiations.
Even if Hua’s syrupy confession made his heart nearly leap out of his throat, he kept his interrogative tone:
“Only talking about rights and not obligations — Mr. Hua, are you trying to trick a child?”
“Aside from loving me, you have no other obligations,” Hua looked into his eyes and gently confirmed:
“Can you do that, Mr. Sheng?”
“The price of staying alive is always steep,” Sheng smirked.
“Mr. Hua, you really like acting first and informing me later — I don’t appreciate it.”
“Then what do you like?”
“Someone obedient—” Sheng suddenly cupped the back of Hua’s head, pulling him down so their lips hovered, breaths mingling as if they kissed.
“Lie to me again, and I’ll kill you.”
Hua wasn’t afraid, but his face flushed.
“Got it. I’ll listen to you from now on.”
Sheng let go, patting his cheek lightly:
“Then stay here and heal properly.”
Hua hesitated, then tore off his bandage to reveal:
“Already healed.”
Sheng leaned in — sure enough, the terrifying wound was gone, leaving only a faint scar.
“What a little monster,” he muttered.
“Then why were you clutching your chest and looking so weak earlier?”
“I choked on milk,” Hua lied shamelessly.
“And on bread — it was too hard.”
“Then eat slowly. I’m leaving.” Sheng pushed back his chair, but Hua grabbed his arm.
“Where are you going? I’ll come too.”
Knock knock knock —
A polite knock interrupted them.
“Are you both awake?” a nurse called. “I’m here to check Mr. Hua’s blood pressure.”
Sheng shook off Hua’s hand and headed to the door.
But before he could open it, a gust of wind slammed him back against the door.
BANG —
The door rattled violently under the impact.
Outside, the startled nurse stammered:
“I-if you’re busy… I’ll come back in fifteen minutes.”
Inside, Sheng was pinned against the door, Hua’s warm hand on his nape, forcibly finishing the kiss they hadn’t completed.
“Are you insane?” Sheng growled, struggling.
But Hua pressed closer, knees wedging between his thighs, hips grinding suggestively.
“I’ve been so obedient — don’t I get a reward?”
“Get lost.” Sheng elbowed him back a step.
Hua winced but smiled, pointing to his own lip:
“You’ve got an orchid here, Mr. Sheng.”
Sheng touched his lower lip, feeling something strange.
Hua helpfully flipped his phone camera to show him — a faint, glowing white orchid bloomed where his lip met his chin.
Sheng’s eyes narrowed:
“Wipe it off. Now.”
Hua let him grab his throat, but didn’t flinch — instead he gently pressed Sheng’s hand:
“That hurts.”
Enraged at being marked without consent, Sheng roared:
“Wipe it off!”
But Hua only smiled, letting out a soft calming pheromone:
“Don’t be angry — it’s just a temporary mark. It’ll fade in fifteen minutes.”
“Mr. Sheng.” Despite being strangled, he even reached up to smooth Sheng’s frown.
“Don’t frown — you’ll get wrinkles.”
Sheng glared but released him.
“Stay away from me. I intend to live a long life, climb ten flights of stairs at 99.”
“But without you, I’ll die soon,” Hua clung to his arm.
“Why would you die?”
“Unrequited love. Pining away.”
Sheng instantly regretted taking this madman seriously.
He wrenched his arm free and sneered:
“Oh, how tragic.”
“No,” Hua let go and smiled brightly:
“Meeting you was already lucky enough.”
His smile was pure and unguarded — so dazzling it made Sheng’s chest feel hot.
Knock knock knock.
The nurse was still outside, timidly asking:
“Excuse me…”
Sheng opened the door to find her looking extremely flustered.
Hua’s blood pressure was normal — but his heart rate was fast.
It was the nurse who seemed like she’d faint, hands shaking as she measured him.
Hua chuckled at her:
“Don’t be nervous. It’s just a blood pressure check — but could you not stare at my Alpha?”
Oh my god! AA couple?! I’ve hit the jackpot!
Blushing furiously, the nurse finished her work and fled:
“I-I won’t disturb you two any further!”
Sheng pursed his lips, grabbed his coat, and turned to leave.
Hua immediately stood up:
“Going to the office? I’ll drive you.”
“No need.” Sheng glared:
“I’m going to find an evolutionary biologist and ask them how the hell an Alpha can mark another Alpha.”
“—Since you’re a cyanide-resistant freak who can mark an Alpha… get ready to be captured alive and sent to a lab, Mr. Hua.”