10: Then I’ll Just Have to Accept Mr. Sheng’s Kindness.
From Hua Yong’s Moments, Sheng Shaoyou could clearly see what kind of person he was.
He truly was the type without any scheming nature—optimistic, resilient, and hardworking.
Sheng Shaoyou had dated many people in the past, but he had never met an Omega like Hua Yong: soft, fragile, prone to tears, yet tough, self-respecting, and unyielding—beauty and stubbornness wrapped into one.
This novelty intrigued Sheng Shaoyou, who had always carried certain stereotypes about Omegas.
But he wasn’t the only one curious about Hua Yong—his lover, Shu Xin, was too.
Through various channels, Shu Xin had learned that Sheng Shaoyou, who never picked lovers from entertainment venues, was far from pure and devoted—in fact, he was quite the player.
He had dated no fewer than thirty lovers, the longest one being a minor celebrity who stayed by his side for just six months.
Still, that didn’t stop Sheng Shaoyou from being a great boyfriend. He was generous and lavish with his partners. His wealth had elevated Shu Xin from a broke student to one of Shanghai’s elite socialites, enjoying the luxuries only the wives of the upper class typically had access to.
These days, Shu Xin’s daily life consisted of classes and unlimited shopping sprees with Sheng’s black card—dining out with friends, living with the thrill of being able to “buy the world.”
Unknowingly, they had been together for more than three months. And the longer Shu Xin stayed with Sheng Shaoyou, the more she understood her place and his temperament.
This dashing S-Class Alpha was generous—but also cold-hearted. Calling themselves a couple was generous; they were more like casual lovers.
But Shu Xin didn’t mind.
She didn’t care who else Sheng saw, as long as he didn’t break things off.
However, lately, she noticed that even when they were together, Sheng’s attention kept drifting to his phone. If he wasn’t messaging someone, he was scrolling through Moments.
And each time, she could tell—he was looking at someone named Hua Yong.
This Hua Yong had a face that Shu Xin found threateningly beautiful. Judging by the vibe, he was probably an Omega.
Just like Shu Xin, who was plagued by growing insecurity, Sheng Shaoyou hadn’t been at ease lately either.
Since last month, the daily cookies that used to appear reliably at the front desk had started to become inconsistent. Hua Yong’s work hours kept stretching, and his updates became fewer and farther between.
What was once daily cookies became three times a week, then twice…
Now it was the end of the week, and still no cookies.
Face dark, Sheng scrolled through Hua Yong’s Moments and found the last post was from four days ago—a complaint about waiting an hour to hail a cab after getting off work too late.
Sheng held back as long as he could, but finally gave in and messaged Hua Yong to ask how he was doing.
Surprisingly, the usually quick-to-reply Hua Yong didn’t respond that night. It wasn’t until the next morning that he replied:
HuaStyleSwim: “Sorry, Mr. Sheng. I was very tired yesterday and fell asleep.”
Sheng stared at the “typing…” notification.
Sure enough, another message soon followed.
HuaStyleSwim: “Things have been a little hectic lately—working overtime and moving.”
HuaStyleSwim: “I’m staying at a friend’s place now. It doesn’t feel right using someone else’s kitchen, so I haven’t been able to make you cookies lately.”
Judging by the time, Hua Yong was likely on the subway. Sheng put on his earphones and called.
As soon as the call connected, he blurted out, “Why are you moving?”
The driver in the front seat was startled by the sudden tone. He flinched and glanced at the boss through the rearview mirror.
Since taking over ShengFang, Sheng Shaoyou’s temper had worsened—especially due to stagnating research projects. The entire tech division treated him like a lion; even the chauffeur had absorbed the staff’s fearful vibes.
Sheng gave the driver a warning glance through the mirror, signaling him to focus on the road.
The driver promptly turned back and continued driving in silence.
On the phone, Hua Yong let out a helpless sigh. “The area I rented is being redeveloped. The landlord gave me three days to move out.”
Sheng frowned. “When did this happen?”
“Last week,” Hua Yong’s soft voice floated over the signal.
Sheng was livid—this was a big deal, and he’d kept it to himself for a week?
“Where are you staying now?”
“At a friend’s place.” The little orchid said sadly, “It’s really hard to find an affordable place in the city center. I’ve been trying, but I haven’t found anything suitable yet.”
He sighed. “The landlord locked the door and said he’d only open it when I came to move. So lately, I’ve had no choice but to squeeze in at my friend’s place. Mr. Sheng, I’ll only be able to make you cookies again after I find a new place.”
“Hua Yong.” Sheng’s tone turned stern.
Hua Yong paused and cautiously asked, “Yes?”
“Why are you so easy to bully?” Sheng snapped. “You were plenty feisty with me—so why let your landlord push you around? He won’t unlock the door and that’s it? What, all the locksmiths in Shanghai died?”
Hua Yong didn’t expect that and burst into laughter. “But I’m just a tenant. I can’t just call a locksmith if the landlord doesn’t agree. Don’t teach bad habits, Mr. Sheng.”
Sheng’s heart warmed at the sound and asked, “Then tell me, little one, where’s your rental contract?”
“It expired. He wouldn’t renew or take more rent. But he’s still holding onto my deposit.”
Their relationship had grown more casual over the past few months, and Hua Yong now dared to joke and ramble a little.
“I didn’t move out on time, so I probably won’t get the deposit back.”
A station announcement played in the background. The noise grew as Hua Yong likely stood, exited the train, and followed the crowd up the stairs.
Sheng’s heart softened at the thought. Without thinking, he said, “Forget the deposit. Hua Yong, I have a vacant three-bedroom apartment near your office—it’s never been rented. Do you want to move in?”
Hua Yong hesitated, then asked, “Your place, Mr. Sheng? That must be expensive, right?”
“Not at all.” Sheng remembered the market price was over 100,000 a month but quickly lowered it himself. “30,000. Includes property fees and two parking spots.”
When there was no response, Sheng felt strangely nervous. He lowered his voice and urged, “Hua Yong, do you want it or not?”
Hua Yong chuckled. He seemed to think Sheng was teasing him, but wasn’t angry—instead, he sweetly said, “Mr. Sheng.”
That sweet voice made Sheng’s heart flutter. Before he could savor it, Hua Yong’s voice returned to its slow, warm tone.
“That’s still too expensive. I can’t afford it.”
Too expensive at 30,000? Sheng frowned again, but then remembered the 20,000 Hua Yong had scraped together months ago—and silently cursed himself for being so oblivious.
He gently asked, “Then what’s your budget?”
Hua Yong thought for a moment. “Two thousand?”
Sheng: “????”
“A day?”
“No,” Hua Yong chuckled again. He’d laughed a lot today. “A month.”
Now Sheng finally understood why the little orchid couldn’t find a place.
In Shanghai’s city center, where could you rent for 2,000 a month?
Even the cheapest hotel rooms cost more per night—if you were lucky enough to snag a promo.
Not wanting to expose just how clueless he was, Sheng grumbled, “Fine. Two thousand. Pay me that monthly. I’ll send you the address and door code. Move in after work today.”
“Huh? That’s not right…”
“Why not?” Sheng replied as if it were perfectly reasonable. “The place is empty. I pay a cleaner every month anyway. The rent difference—just offset it by cleaning yourself.”
Hua Yong paused, then slowly said, “Still not enough though.”
Sheng added, “My company’s lab is just 200 meters away. Sometimes I might crash there. If that happens, you can repay by making me a midnight snack or breakfast. That’ll cover the rest.”
The line went silent, and Sheng grew uneasy.
Finally, Hua Yong said, “That doesn’t feel right, Mr. Sheng.”
“Why?” Sheng scoffed. “You afraid I’ll try something while you’re asleep?”
“No.” Hua Yong earnestly replied, “I know you’re not that kind of person. It just… feels like I’d owe you too much.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Sheng said. “A little debt never hurt. Just accept it.”
Hua Yong laughed again. The background noise was gone—he must’ve arrived at the office. His voice was soft, quieter than before, “Then I’ll just have to accept Mr. Sheng’s kindness.”
The gentle ending note carried a hint of spoiled sweetness, almost lost in the air: “Thank you, Mr. Sheng.”
“No need to thank me. After work, I’ll pick you up and help you move.”
Just before the call ended, Hua Yong called out again, “Mr. Sheng.”
“What is it?” Sheng’s car had just arrived at the company. Even though the morning meeting was about to start, he stayed in the car a few more minutes, wanting to hear that shy little orchid finish his sentence.
“I’ll remember your kindness—always.”
After the call, Sheng sat in his car for nearly a full minute.
The Omega’s gentle voice felt electric, making his ears tingle and his body slightly warm.
He couldn’t help but worry—what if that delicate orchid got crushed somewhere out there in the world?
A flower like that… it was only a matter of time before someone devoured him whole.
He was just too pure. Too pure to let go.