35: Don’t Go, You’ll Hurt Him
That evening, the largest banquet room in the Royal Tiandi Hui was bustling.
At the entrance, a long mirrored diamond tunnel, enhanced by light and shadow effects, gave guests the illusion of traveling through time. Beyond the door, the space spanned thousands of square meters, with exquisite décor truly befitting the most prestigious den of luxury in Jianghu.
Dazzling lights, soothing music, handsome and beautiful servers in uniform weaving through the crowd with trays of fine food and wine…
This was a textbook upper-class gala in Jianghu. Everyone in attendance wore lavish attire, moved with graceful poise, and carried faint, haughty smiles of superiority on their faces.
Sheng Shaoyou, in a deep black suit, stood among the socialites but had no interest in mingling. Holding a champagne flute, he leaned alone on the railing of the second floor, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below.
Judging by that dog emperor’s usual style, wherever he appeared there would surely be a throng of followers and an impressive security detail. Yet Sheng Shaoyou still hadn’t spotted anyone who might be UKW.
Before leaving, full of heavy thoughts, Sheng Shaoyou had been changing clothes in the dressing room when Hua Yong suddenly walked in.
At that moment, he had just buttoned his shirt and was putting on his shirt garters—those sleek black bands at his thighs to keep the shirt crisp, a must-have for such a fastidious S-class Alpha.
Hua Yong stared at the garters without blinking, his cheeks flushing faintly. Lately, his pheromones had been unstable again, and he had a mild fever. The orchid scent of his pheromones was so strong it was noticeable from meters away. The doctor had advised he rest quietly at home.
Sheng Shaoyou leaned lazily against the doorframe, his head lowering until his breath grazed Hua Yong’s pale cheek. “What? Sneaking a peek at me?”
“No.” Hua Yong’s face reddened even more, his scent thickening as he mumbled, “I just wanted to ask if you need help.”
Having successfully teased him, Sheng Shaoyou laughed, turned around, finished putting on his garters, then his trousers and jacket.
“No need for your help. Staying at home and behaving yourself is already helping me a lot.”
Thinking of that unstable orchid, Sheng Shaoyou grew restless and had repeatedly instructed the butler to watch Hua Yong carefully, monitor the pheromone alarm, and take him to the hospital at the first sign of trouble.
But still—not seeing for himself left him uneasy.
At the banquet, phones and all electronics were stored at the entrance lockers, so he couldn’t even send Hua Yong a message if he wanted to.
“President Sheng, finally found you!”
He turned and saw Shu Xin, that Omega, smiling sweetly as she sashayed over.
At events like this, everyone brought a partner. Normally Sheng Shaoyou wouldn’t care, but he was at a low point now and couldn’t show up alone. Huaying’s pheromone disorder made it impossible to bring him, and besides—since Shen Wenlang was cozying up to X Holdings these days, there was a chance they’d run into him. Even letting him see Hua Yong would disgust Sheng Shaoyou!
So, in the rush, he simply brought Shu Xin instead.
Shu Xin was delighted to get the call from Chen Pinming. Even though Sheng Shaoyou never contacted her directly after their split, every time she accompanied him to an event she received a hefty payment or an expensive gift. Even as just his escort, it was still a good gig.
Inside the banquet hall, fisheye cameras in the ceiling followed Sheng Shaoyou’s every move, transmitting the feed without blind spots to Room 9901 on the top floor of X Hotel.
That room was thick with the scent of orchids. The curtains were drawn, and only a single floor lamp illuminated the scene. A young man’s long limbs were locked in metal rings at the head and foot of the bed, restrained by chains specially ordered from P Country—military-grade, capable of withstanding eight tons of force.
The chains were pulled taut. Sweat clung to the youth’s delicate nose, his eyelids lowered, holding a reinforced display screen in his hand.
On the screen: Sheng Shaoyou’s magnified face.
“Mm—” A low, pained whimper mingled with damp breaths.
Enigma’s beautiful eyes stared unblinkingly at the handsome S-class Alpha on screen.
Don’t go. You’ll lose control and hurt him.
He roared silently in his heart.
His teeth sank into his own wrist. His burning pheromone glands at his neck were mercilessly clawed open by his own fingers, crimson blood dripping down his knuckles. His nails dug deep into his flesh, his fragile glands spasming from the pain, finally dulling his impulses slightly.
He was beautiful to the point of being unreal.
That little thing, delicate and bright like a figurine sculpted from white dough mixed with rouge by a god.
His lips hung open as he panted, saliva glistening on his red lips, tongue flicking over white teeth—gorgeous, intoxicating, impossible to look away from.
On screen, a pretty female Omega approached Sheng Shaoyou, clinging to his arm, her flawless face much closer than social decorum allowed.
“Uhh—” His pupils tightened like glass beads, nails digging deeper, nearly rupturing his gland.
For humans, the glands were as fragile and vital as the heart. Yet he treated them with reckless abandon as if he had nine lives.
The orchid scent thickened, his breathing quickened, his gaze glued to the screen, as if he could stare holes into it.
The Omega’s heels were too high; she lost her footing on the stairs and fell into Sheng Shaoyou’s arms, lips accidentally brushing his chin in an unexpected kiss.
Sheng Shaoyou glanced faintly at Shu Xin’s deliberate mischief but didn’t push her away. He supported her politely. “Careful.”
“Thank you.” Shu Xin beamed and batted her eyes at him innocently.
Sheng Shaoyou used to like those dewy, doe-like eyes. But now looking at Shu Xin, something felt missing—maybe that stubborn orchid fragrance?
Thinking of Hua Yong, his gaze softened, and even the corners of his lips lifted faintly.
Seeing him smile, Shu Xin thought she was winning him back and pressed closer. In public, he couldn’t very well shove away the companion he brought, so he let her be.
In Room 9901, the metal chains clanged violently, stretched to their limit.
At the banquet, Shu Xin kept “accidentally” bumping into him, but the chain finally gave an ominous creak before fully snapping. The unbreakable metal rings twisted into braids under a terrifying force, and the delicate youth let go, flinging the mangled metal onto the marble floor, leaving two dents.
Sweat beaded his forehead, his pale cheeks flushed. He casually tore the remaining restraints from his wrists, bare feet pressing into the floor with a graceful arch.
At the banquet, Sheng Shaoyou grew bored of watching the crowd.
Suddenly, commotion erupted at the door—a politician from P country arrived late, flanked by four bodyguards.
The atmosphere surged as a mob of people rushed to greet him, all hoping to be noticed by the guest honored by X Holdings.
But no one resembling the dog emperor appeared beside him. Disappointed, Sheng Shaoyou drained his champagne in one gulp.
Shu Xin clung to him even tighter, worsening his irritation. He sent her away to stand farther off; she finally relented and withdrew when she saw his darkened expression.
“President Shaoyou?” A clear, bell-like voice rang behind him, making his expression worsen.
He ignored it, grabbed another drink from a tray, but then a hand lightly patted his shoulder.
“What a coincidence. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
Clenching his teeth, he looked up to see none other than Shen Wenlang, wearing a falsely familiar smile.
“Quite a coincidence,” Sheng Shaoyou smiled coldly. “Bad luck.”
Shen Wenlang slung an arm around his shoulder. “Don’t say that. They say, ‘a day as husband and wife, a hundred days of grace.’ We two can’t exactly be husbands, but since we shared an Omega, fifty days of grace is fair.”
Sheng Shaoyou violently shrugged him off. Shen Wenlang staggered slightly from the force, cursing inwardly.
Damn it! If he’d known he’d run into Sheng Shaoyou here, he wouldn’t have come. Being ordered around to say these nauseating lines all day—he was sick of it.
Sheng Shaoyou had no idea Shen Wenlang was also miserable and simply thought he was picking a fight, acting nothing like the smooth operator everyone claimed he was.
Sheng Shaoyou’s fists clenched so hard they creaked, and the bitter orange and rum scent of his pheromones thickened.
Shen Wenlang instinctively glanced at Gao Tu behind him.
Sure enough, Gao Tu’s face had gone pale and was slick with sweat.
Annoyed, Shen Wenlang clicked his tongue. Wasn’t he just a Beta? Why so troublesome?
In such a crowded event, the messy pheromones made it hard for Gao Tu, who was already in a turbulent state, to cope. Even though Sheng Shaoyou hadn’t targeted him, the pressure from an S-class Alpha’s pheromones was torturous.
Still, Gao Tu stood there, face white, enduring the heat and cold coursing through him, maintaining the professional calm expected when accompanying his boss to a social event.
Seeing his state, Shen Wenlang lost interest in needling Sheng Shaoyou.
This Alpha, with his suffocating bleachy scent, was intolerable—always suppressing others with his pheromones as if he were the only S-class Alpha in the world.
If not for that petty, vengeful Enigma, Shen Wenlang would’ve long since dealt with him.
Suppression, huh? Who didn’t have S-class glands? Who’s afraid of whom?
But unfortunately, that biased Enigma had plenty of bad habits, the most notable being his love of petty revenge—and he owned half of HS Group.
Shen Wenlang knew that madman, who’d spent billions developing the special medicine, was fanatically obsessed with Sheng Shaoyou. If he dared to truly upset him, Enigma would make him pay dearly.
Couldn’t curse, couldn’t hit, and still had to play along with these infuriating little games.
Resigned, Shen Wenlang decided to retreat. Seeing Gao Tu still standing there staring dazedly at the Alpha’s pheromones, he snapped irritably: “What are you standing around for? Does that bleach smell good to you?”
Gao Tu shook his head and, dragging legs heavy as lead, followed his Alpha boss away.