75: How Could Gao Tu Be Pregnant If He’s a Beta?
On July 12th, Hua Yong and Sheng Shaoyou registered their marriage.
The wedding itself required countless arrangements and Hua Yong’s standards were unusually exacting, so the ceremony was scheduled for three months later.
Originally the venue was planned for Jianghu, but Sheng Shaoyou said he wanted it held in P Country.
“What’s wrong with P Country?” Sheng Shaoyou said, sitting at his desk with a paper document spread out before him, glancing up.
“I’ve hardly spent time there. Just as well — we can stay for a few days and call it a vacation.”
Compared to when Hua Yong first met him in Jianghu, Sheng Shaoyou had filled out a little, his features softening yet more striking, his presence warm and radiant.
Hua Yong felt his heart heat up under that gaze — every place it skimmed felt tingly and weak.
He knew Sheng Shaoyou was accommodating him.
P Country was his homeland, and traditionally, an AO couple’s wedding was held in the Alpha’s hometown.
Hua Yong got up, walked behind him, wrapped his arms around the Alpha’s waist and nibbled playfully at his ear:
“Mr. Sheng is so good to me.”
Sheng Shaoyou wore a dark shirt, and only when touching him could you feel the thin layer of radiation-shielding material underneath.
The office computer had been moved away from the desk, all documents switched to paper, and a separate compartment was set up for computer use.
Though Hua Yong repeatedly said it wasn’t necessary, Sheng Shaoyou was becoming increasingly meticulous about their little “peanut.”
He insisted the first three months were crucial — at that stage the baby was extremely sensitive to radiation.
Being a workaholic who put in astonishingly long hours, he worried excessive radiation exposure might harm the baby’s health.
“You wouldn’t want our little peanut to turn out like Shen Wenlang, would you — a complete idiot?”
Even now, Sheng Shaoyou still couldn’t stand Shen Wenlang.
But this time, he was right — Hua Yong agreed.
Indeed, Shen Wenlang was an idiot — letting Gao Tu slip right out from under his nose.
That very night after Hua Yong’s successful proposal, Shen Wenlang suddenly went mad, mobilizing every possible resource, searching high and low like a man possessed.
The commotion was so great that calls of inquiry from all sides even came to Hua Yong.
Every available resource and man around Jianghu was deployed to Yishi.
“Gao Tu ran away,” Shen Wenlang said, when Hua Yong called to check on him.
“Didn’t Secretary Gao run away a long time ago?”
“This time is different.”
As usual, the bigger the matter, the colder Shen Wenlang’s tone became.
When Hua Yong had first met him, Shen Wenlang’s parents were in the midst of an ugly breakup —
A male Omega, who’d gone so far as to misuse seduction pheromones just to get pregnant by his Alpha husband, had shot the Alpha’s new lover in the head.
Blood and brain matter splattered all over Shen Wenlang’s father.
After killing, Shen Wenlang’s Omega father was personally handed over to the police by the Alpha father.
Three days later, his father mysteriously disappeared from prison, leaving only a pool of blood sufficient to kill.
The next day, Shen Wenlang was summoned to attend his father’s funeral.
The young Shen Wenlang, having lost his Omega father, stayed silent throughout.
Just before the end of the funeral, he said coldly:
“Good. At least he’s ended his humiliating life.”
From then on, Shen Wenlang grew to deeply despise Omegas — and children too.
So much so that he’d even gag at the smell of an Omega.
And now, his voice was just like at that funeral — icy, measured, slower than usual.
Even through the phone, Hua Yong could feel his chill.
“Gao Tu’s father said Gao Tu is pregnant. And it’s mine.”
He stated it one word at a time.
When mentioning Gao Ming, his voice turned even colder:
“Gao Ming said if I want Gao Tu to abort the baby, I have to give him ten million.”
“Ten million?”
At the time, Hua Yong was wearing an apron, simmering soup in the kitchen for Sheng Shaoyou.
He set down the ladle and scoffed:
“That Gao Ming really doesn’t know money. Holding onto such a massive bargaining chip and only asking for ten million? At the very least he should’ve started at a hundred million. Ten? That’s just insulting you.”
“Hua Yong!”
Shen Wenlang erupted, hysterical:
“This isn’t the time for jokes!”
“Oh fine.”
Hua Yong tasted the soup, then asked curiously:
“So did you agree?”
“Agree to what!?” Shen Wenlang broke down further:
“Agree to give him ten million so Gao Tu can abort my baby!?”
“Yeah.”
“You hate Omegas, hate children even more, don’t you?”
“Gao Tu is a Beta — how could he possibly be pregnant!?”
Shen Wenlang scrubbed his face:
“The chance of a male Beta getting pregnant is one in a hundred thousand — did he just fucking hit the jackpot?”
“Jackpot?”
Hua Yong corrected him:
“I’d say it’s more like eight lifetimes of bad luck.”
“There’s no way anyone could get pregnant with my child unless…” Shen Wenlang’s brow furrowed.
“Didn’t you say you took a photo of that Omega at the banquet that night?”
“That? I sent it to you ages ago.”
Frustrated and restless, Shen Wenlang opened WeChat and scrolled through their chat log.
「That night’s photo. [image]」
He hurriedly tapped it — only to find the image had expired and wouldn’t load.
“Send it again!”
“Is that how you ask someone for help?”
Hua Yong clicked his tongue in displeasure, but his mood was excellent, so despite Shen Wenlang’s urgency, he resent the photo quickly.
Finally, the image loaded.
On the other end of the line, silence fell.
Shen Wenlang didn’t say a word — only his heavy, suppressed breathing came through the speaker.
“Hello?” Hua Yong called.
“You didn’t just have a brain hemorrhage and pass out, did you?”
“You’re the one with the brain hemorrhage!“
Shen Wenlang exploded like a firecracker:
“Hua Yong! You knew all along, didn’t you!”
He gritted his teeth:
“You knew Gao Tu was an Omega — that’s why you kept saying that crap about him running away the moment he saw me!”
“Was I wrong?”
Hua Yong unhurriedly placed the phone on the counter, turned on speakerphone, and ladled out the finished fish soup.
“You weren’t right!”
“What wasn’t right?” Hua Yong asked.
“Secretary Gao fled to the bathroom and never came back. Isn’t that already common knowledge?”
He added matter-of-factly:
“Shen Wenlang, your determination to dig up the earth and find him is truly moving. Keep it up — with just a little more effort, soon the whole world will know Secretary Gao ran off carrying your kid. I’m rooting for you~”