Extra: Peanut Couple Bits & Pieces 05 – True love always has its own premonition.
This was probably the shortest‑solved kidnapping case in Jianghu’s history.
The victims themselves drove a battered Iveco straight to the nearest police station, delivering the perpetrators — two hulking men and one fat man — all tied up.
The officers were shocked.
The victims were two Omegas and two three‑year‑old toddlers. The back of the Iveco even held two machine guns and several pistols. The kidnappers’ equipment made the officers break out in cold sweat.
“Excuse me—”
the officer on duty, a female Omega, looked up at Hua Yong after reviewing the dashcam footage. She cast a worried glance at Little Peanut and Lele, who were curiously inspecting the station, and asked:
“How… did you manage to subdue the suspects? That was way too dangerous!”
Little Peanut lifted his head and flashed her a sweet smile:
“Sister, my father is really good at fighting.”
He tried to explain the confrontation in a child’s words:
“He was super fast — whoosh — he flew onto the roof and then behind the bad guys. Their guns didn’t work very well — Father just touched them and they broke.”
The officer glanced at the twisted machine guns on the evidence table, and immediately pictured a movie hero bending barrels into pretzels.
This is too unbelievable…
She turned back and, incredulous, asked Gaotu — who was bigger and more solid than a typical Omega:
“How did you manage to bend the barrels of heavy machine guns with your bare hands?”
Gaotu was at a loss for words.
Then Little Peanut tugged at her sleeve and helpfully pointed:
“That’s my father.”
The officer turned her stunned gaze toward Hua Yong.
She’d noticed him the moment he entered the station.
He was too beautiful — bright and dazzling like fire, able to catch anything drawn to light.
Before such beauty, people and insects alike were helpless — attracted, ensnared, unable to resist.
It took all her willpower to ask:
“You… did that?”
“Yes. Just self‑defense.”
His tone was cool. His voice was never loud, and when he spoke to Sheng Shaoyou it carried a soft, lingering sweetness, almost like he was coaxing.
But when speaking to anyone else, that sweetness disappeared completely — leaving only restrained indifference.
That attempted kidnapping added a surreal note to Qixi that year.
A week later, the overseas owner of a certain company — one that had competed with Shengfang Biotech and HS — was charged with hiring the attackers.
X Holdings, assisting the investigation, provided such a meticulous chain of evidence that the prosecutors were speechless.
The whole affair became just a minor footnote — the kidnapped “family” only arrived at dinner 45 minutes late.
But the aftermath was significant:
From then on, Hua Yong refused to let Sheng Shaoyou and Little Peanut go out alone without bodyguards.
Now, standing at the entrance of an amusement park full of tens of thousands of Hua Yong’s hired extras, Sheng Shaoyou felt another headache coming on.
He decided it was time to have a talk with this overly‑paranoid little madman.
The kids ran wild through the park packed with actors.
Mickey‑ear pumpkin cakes, non‑alcoholic butterbeer, towering cartoon‑shaped ice creams…
They ate everything, until even Sheng Shaoyou — who didn’t care for sweets — felt sick from drinking so much water.
Shen Lele had never been so unruly.
Hand in hand with Little Peanut, they dashed down the boulevard, giggling and screaming happily as all the “tourists” made way for them.
Even Shen Wenlang, watching his overly‑excited son, wore a pained expression.
It’s so easy to pick up bad habits — so hard to learn good ones.
Better hope Hua Yong’s precocious little prince doesn’t completely corrupt Lele…
Under Hua Yong’s extravagant arrangements, the day was smooth and pleasant.
The accident came during the evening fireworks show.
On the balcony of the VIP castle, Little Peanut sat on Hua Yong’s shoulders, craning his neck and swinging his legs in anticipation.
“Daddy, is it starting?”
he asked, turning toward Sheng Shaoyou.
Sheng Shaoyou held his cartoon lollipop and smiled indulgently:
“Yes. Any minute now.”
As soon as he spoke, the deep blue sky burst into brilliant blooms of light.
Dazzling streaks and deafening booms mingled with the cheers of the crowd below.
“Daddy, look!”
Little Peanut wiggled excitedly, stretching his arms as if to grab the lights.
“So pretty!”
“Yeah,”
Sheng Shaoyou replied softly — though his gaze wasn’t on the fireworks.
He was staring at the face beside him, smiling faintly:
“So pretty.”
Pretty enough to make his heart race with just one look.
At this moment, under this night sky, with light and shadow playing across Hua Yong’s pale features like shimmering smoke, Sheng Shaoyou felt a hot, surging tide in his chest — both simple and complicated.
Even now, he could never forget how stunning Hua Yong looked the first time they met again.
Because true love always has its own premonition.
All these years, Hua Yong had shown him, through actions, that desire, love, longing — could all be so warm.
As he quietly admired the little madman’s profile, Sheng Shaoyou believed:
The city lights of Jianghu would one day fade, but his beauty never would.
But just as Sheng Shaoyou was losing himself in his lover’s charm, a sudden commotion snapped him back.
Little Peanut had been squirming so excitedly that he lost his balance — and toppled forward from Hua Yong’s shoulders.
“Careful!”
Hua Yong reacted instantly, catching him — but in doing so his hand slammed into the sharp railing, cutting deeply.
Little Peanut blinked, his beautiful eyes welling with tears as he realized what had almost happened.
There was no platform below the balcony — if Hua Yong hadn’t moved so fast, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Yet instead of crying loudly, Little Peanut only sniffled softly.
Shen Wenlang and Gaotu rushed over to comfort him, while Sheng Shaoyou, still shaken, checked him all over for injuries.
But Hua Yong, as usual, treated his own injury lightly.
Even in the dim light, Sheng Shaoyou clearly saw how badly he was hurt —
the ornate European railing had gouged a five‑ or six‑centimeter gash into the back of his hand, the flesh split and bleeding.
Staff and medics quickly arrived, but Hua Yong simply waved them off and slipped his hand back into his pocket.
But Sheng Shaoyou grabbed his wrist, pulling him off balance.
He didn’t even need to look at his face to feel the rage radiating off him.
“Those railings are filthy. If you don’t treat this properly, what, you want tetanus?”
“Mr. Sheng…”
The little madman immediately softened, his tone sticky and meek:
“You’re so fierce…”
“What?”
Sheng Shaoyou glared, and Hua Yong promptly shut his mouth like a chastened child.
Who would have thought that the tyrant of P‑country was such a skilled actor — obedient, pitiful, tame — only in front of his lover?
But Sheng Shaoyou knew it was all surface.
He’d warned Hua Yong about this before — but the man never truly listened.
So this time, Sheng Shaoyou decided to teach him a lesson.
“Hand. Give it here.”
Hua Yong obediently extended his left hand — then flipped his palm to take Sheng Shaoyou’s hand and flashed him a cute, toothy smile:
“Don’t scold me, okay? I saved Little Peanut just now. I was super fast, right? I’m amazing!”
Sheng Shaoyou wasn’t buying it.
“Other hand.”
Realizing he couldn’t avoid it, Hua Yong reluctantly offered his injured right hand.
It was even worse than expected — the pale skin torn, raw flesh visible.
Sheng Shaoyou’s breath caught.
“Maybe I should do it myself… or wait till we get home,”
Hua Yong mumbled, but quieted quickly at the look on Sheng Shaoyou’s face.
After treating the wound in silence and not saying a word all the way home, Sheng Shaoyou refused to speak to him even before bed.
Hua Yong trailed after him from the study to the bedroom, finally slipping into the bathroom behind him like a clingy kitten.
“Mr. Sheng,”
he called softly, and when ignored added pitifully:
“It really hurts… I bumped it again…”
That finally got a reaction — Sheng Shaoyou whirled around, grabbed his hand, and Hua Yong seized the moment to kiss his chin.
“Still mad? I was wrong, okay? Please don’t be angry…”
“What exactly were you wrong about?”
“Everything.”
Hua Yong’s eyes glistened as he murmured:
“Making you angry is my fault.”
Sheng Shaoyou was so exasperated he almost dropped dead on the spot.
“You think just because you’re Enigma you can get away with this? One day you’ll drive me to an early grave!”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
Hua Yong nestled close, looping his arms around his neck:
“I was wrong.”
But he still carelessly used his injured hand, and Sheng Shaoyou caught sight of the blood seeping through the bandage.
“Look at you!”
Furious, Sheng Shaoyou stormed out to fetch the medical kit.
Hua Yong followed, perching obediently on the sofa like a bird waiting to be fed.
As Sheng Shaoyou unwrapped the bandage, he saw the wound was already much better — Enigma’s healing really was extraordinary — though it still bled slightly from his recklessness.
“I don’t feel any pain,”
Hua Yong reassured him.
For some reason, that just made Sheng Shaoyou angrier.
In a fit of frustration, he grabbed the scissors and slashed his own arm, blood welling instantly.
“What are you doing?!”
Hua Yong’s expression darkened at once as he quickly dressed the wound.
But Sheng Shaoyou pulled his arm away and suddenly hugged him tight.
Warm breath brushed his neck as he whispered:
“Hua Yong. I hurt too.”
That night neither of them could sleep.
In the stillness, the little madman finally said:
“I’ve never liked letting others see me injured. I’ve been that way since I was little…
Showing weakness is dangerous. It doesn’t earn sympathy — only invites more competition.”
“Even when you’re dying, you have to keep your eyes open and pretend you’re alive.
That’s what the Omega who birthed me taught me — that’s how I grew up.”
He said it lightly — but the words were chilling.
Growing up in such a twisted family, it was no wonder.
Sheng Shaoyou, silent for a long while, finally wrapped an arm around his narrow waist and whispered:
“Hua Yong… don’t do that anymore.”
“Hm?”
“You can show weakness. I’ll protect you.”
Hua Yong was quiet for a moment. Then he suddenly turned, pressed his injured hand to Sheng Shaoyou’s neck, and kissed him fiercely — clinging, demanding, wanting his warmth and heartbeat.
Sheng Shaoyou had no intention of pushing him away. If anything, knowing Hua Yong’s hand was hurt, he dared not resist at all — letting him kiss, eager and hungry, as if to prove how much he loved him.
How much do I love him? Sheng Shaoyou thought.
Not as crazy as Hua Yong, but no less devoted.
This pitiful little madman… so starved for love.
Fine then.
He loved him.