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Wen Lang took pity on his beta secretary after witnessing him vomiting violently in the hospital bathroom—twice in a row, growing paler by the second.

“I’ve had enough of this nonsense!” Wen Lang snapped, stepping forward, “Gao Tu, you’re coming with me. We’re getting you checked right now!”

Gao Tu panicked. No! He couldn’t let that happen. I can’t be checked… if I do, he’ll find out. He quickly pulled his arm out of Shen Wen Lang’s grip. “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Shen, but there’s no need.”

“What do you mean, no need?” Wen Lang frowned, “Gao Tu, I’m your classmate. Of course I’ll help you.”

“I said, no need.” Gao Tu repeated firmly before rushing out of the room.

Wen Lang clicked his tongue in irritation. “Stubborn idiot.”

But he wasn’t about to let Gao Tu suffer any longer. Pulling out his phone, he called the head of the laboratory directly.

“Get everything ready,” he ordered, “My friend and I are coming in for a full-body checkup.”

If your damn omega can’t take care of you properly, then I will. That was all Wen Lang could think as he strode off to chase after the runaway Gao Tu. Why does Gao Tu always run away from me, anyway? Does he really think that solves everything? Tsk.

Wen Lang went straight to Gao Tu’s sister’s hospital room, hoping to find him there—but the siblings were nowhere in sight. A passing nurse informed him that the patient was undergoing a final check-up before being discharged. Right, Gao Tu mentioned that his sister had finally undergone surgery.

I hope she recovers quickly, Wen Lang thought. Maybe then Gao Tu can finally stop worrying so much.

He decided to wait in the room for their return, feeling rather pleased with himself for once—for using his brain.

A few minutes later, Gao Tu entered, pushing his sister in a wheelchair.

“President Shen…” Gao Tu greeted cautiously.

“Gao Tu. Gao Qing,” Wen Lang nodded in acknowledgment, “How are you feeling?” he asked gently, directing the question toward Gao Tu’s sister.

But as if on cue, the alpha in Gao Qing flared—she glared at Wen Lang, her pheromones spiking sharply in warning.

Wen Lang instinctively released some of his own in response, his brows furrowing.

“What’s wrong with you?” he demanded, confusion and irritation mixing in his tone.

“Ah-Qing, no…” Gao Tu panicked, quickly placing a hand on his sister’s shoulder. His touch and voice made her pause. Gao Qing’s growl softened, though her glare stayed fixed on him.

“Mr. Shen,” Gao Tu said, his voice clipped, “what are you doing here?”

“You know why I’m here,” Wen Lang crossed his arms, his voice firm. “I told you earlier—I’m having you checked from head to toe. Gao Tu, if you’re this pale and weak, how am I supposed to believe you can take care of your pregnant omega? Are you even thinking straight?”

Gao Tu’s grip on his sister’s shoulder tightened as he felt her tense again, another low rumble escaping her throat. He gave her a gentle squeeze, urging her to calm down.

“Mr. Shen,” Gao Tu forced a small, polite smile, “thank you for the concern, but I must decline. I’m fine. I already got checked—the doctor said it’s just gastroenteritis.”

Wen Lang met Gao Tu’s eyes squarely, “Gao Tu, I’m sorry, but this time I won’t trust you. Nurse!” he called out.

Two nurses entered the room immediately, and Gao Qing straightened, ready to defend her brother again.

“Don’t worry,” Wen Lang assured her quickly, his tone gentler, “They’re here to take care of you while I take care of your stubborn brother.”

Then, without another word, he took Gao Tu’s hand and pulled him out of the room. The said man stumbled in surprise, letting Wen Lang drag him down the corridor, up two floors, and into the laboratory before his mind could even catch up.

By the time Gao Tu came to his senses, a nurse had already drawn his blood and was bandaging him.

“What—what happened?” Gao Tu asked, his voice dazed.

Wen Lang looked at him, half frustrated, half worried. “What do you mean, what happened? Gao Tu, you’re making me worry myself sick!”

“Huh?” Gao Tu blinked, genuinely confused, “I... I don’t remember…” His eyes widened in horror as realization hit. His blood—his blood was taken!

“No!” he gasped, jerking his arm away. “Wait, wait—nurse! I don’t want my blood checked!”

Wen Lang frowned, exasperated, “What are you so afraid of? They’re just checking if something’s wrong with you!”

“You don’t understand!” Gao Tu’s voice broke, raw and trembling, “You’ll never understand—never… Shen Wen—” But before he could finish, his eyes rolled back, and his body went limp.

“Gao Tu!” Wen Lang shouted, lunging forward just in time to catch him. Panic surged through his chest. “Gao Tu, hey! Stay with me!”

Everything blurred after that—the nurses rushing in, the beeping of machines, the hurried voices echoing in the white hallway—as Wen Lang held Gao Tu close, terrified.

Gao Tu was placed in the same room as his sister. If she had been angry earlier, now she was furious.

“Mr. Shen, can you please stop hurting my brother?! Haven’t you caused him enough pain already?!” Gao Qing shouted, her voice trembling with rage before she slammed the door shut.

Shen Wen Lang stood frozen, offended and confused. Why was Gao Qing so angry at him? He only wanted to help—wanted Gao Tu to recover quickly—so he could go back to work again, so he wouldn’t leave Wen Lang’s side again.

The shrill ring of his phone snapped him from his thoughts. It was the head of the laboratory department. “Hello?”

“Mr. Shen, we already have Mr. Gao’s test results.”

“Really? What’s wrong with him? Is his gastroenteritis that bad that he fainted from it?”

A pause. Then, a quiet but heavy response:
“Mr. Shen, I think it’s best if we discuss this in person.”

Puzzled—and with his heart beginning to race—Wen Lang hung up and hurried to the lab. He could only hope Gao Tu wasn’t gravely ill.

Casting one last look at the closed hospital door, he thought bitterly, Your omega better pray I don’t find them, Gao Tu, for not taking care of you properly.

When he finally arrived at the doctor’s office, the words he heard nearly made his knees buckle.

“The medical technician ran a series of tests on Mr. Gao,” the doctor started, his words careful, “It seems the form you submitted was incorrect. Your friend isn’t a beta, Mr. Shen. He’s an omega—and he’s pregnant. Mr. Gao is carrying a child.”

Never in his lifetime did Wen Lang imagine he’d hear the words Gao Tu, omega, and pregnant in the same breath. His chest tightened. His vision tunneled. He could barely breathe. His ears rang, the world blurring into a dull hum.

The doctor’s voice cut through the haze, “We also found an unusually high concentration of inhibitors in his bloodstream. This is extremely dangerous, Mr. Shen. He needs immediate treatment. If we don’t act soon, I’m afraid we might lose not just the child, but also him.”

The doctor hesitated, then asked, “Mr. Shen, do you know who the alpha responsible for his pregnancy is?”

An alpha? Another alpha—other than me—who’s responsible for Gao Tu? A sharp pain seized Wen Lang’s chest, spreading like fire. His mind refused to accept it. “What do you mean there’s another alpha in Gao Tu’s life?” His voice broke, trembling between disbelief and fury, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

The doctor sighed, lowering his clipboard, “If we can’t identify the alpha responsible for his pregnancy,” he said carefully, “we’ll have to contact Mr. Gao’s registered guardian on his records—his father, Gao Ming.”

Wen Lang didn’t answer—his mind was in a complete haze, looping over the same impossible words. Pregnant. Omega. Unidentified alpha.

What the hell was happening? First, there was some omega in Gao Tu’s life—now, a damn alpha too? His chest tightened painfully, rage and disbelief twisting inside him.

“We’ll continue to monitor Mr. Gao,” the doctor said calmly, oblivious to the storm brewing in Wen Lang’s head, “I hope you can talk to his sister and get the information we need.”

Wen Lang could only nod stiffly before leaving. He didn’t even remember walking out of the office. His body moved on its own, but his thoughts were a mess of confusion and anger. The hallway seemed too long, the air too thin.

Gao Tu… is pregnant? he thought numbly. By another alpha?

His vision blurred for a moment as his pulse thundered in his ears. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to break something—or to fall apart entirely.

He immediately took out his phone and dialed Hua Yong. Breathless and trembling, he blurted out, “Hey, what should I do, Hua Yong?”

Hua Yong, sensing the panic in his tone, straightened up from his chair. He might not want to admit it, but Shen Wen Lang was his best friend—and he’d never heard him sound this shaken before. “Why? What’s wrong with you?” he asked, his voice suddenly tight.

“Gao Tu… he is… the doctor told me he is…” Wen Lang’s voice cracked, words catching in his throat.

“Shen Wen Lang,” Hua Yong said firmly, “calm down. Take a deep breath and tell me properly. What about Secretary Gao?”

Wen Lang gritted his teeth, the words spilling out like a confession he still couldn’t believe. “Gao Tu is an omega.”

There was a beat of silence on the other end. Then, Hua Yong sighed softly. “Ah… so you finally found out, huh?”

Wen Lang’s chest tightened. “What do you mean ‘finally found out’? Hua Yong—don’t tell me you knew all along?”

A low hum of affirmation. “Hmm, that’s right. I could tell right away he wasn’t a beta. You’re just too dense to notice.”

Wen Lang clenched his jaw, frustration and confusion tangling in his chest. “And you didn’t think to tell me?!”

“I gave Gao Tu the option to tell you himself,” Hua Yong said quietly, “But I guess he chose not to—and instead decided to leave your side. He probably thought it was better that way… especially since he knows how much you hate omegas.”

Wen Lang froze. The words hit harder than he expected, cutting straight through the chaos in his head.

Hua Yong sighed, the sound heavy with understanding. “You might not realize it, Wen Lang, but to someone like Gao Tu—someone who’s been hiding their true self—every word you’ve ever said about omegas must’ve felt like a blade cutting through his heart.”

“I—” Wen Lang tried to breathe, but the air felt too heavy, his chest too tight to take it all in.

“Wen Lang,” Hua Yong interrupted sharply, “it’s not my problem that your mouth works faster than your brain. You’ve only got yourself to blame for Gao Tu keeping his secret. If I were him, I wouldn’t have lasted a day—let alone ten years—by your side.” He let out a low, disappointed sigh, “Poor Gao Tu…”

Wen Lang’s throat tightened. He had no words to fight back—because Hua Yong was right. Every accusation struck true, each one cutting deeper than the last. It was his fault. But hearing it spoken aloud felt like salt pressed into an already open wound. “I need your help.”

“In what? To finally woo Secretary Gao and make him yours once and for all?” Hua Yong teased, though his tone softened at the edge of worry.

“Gao Tu is pregnant,” Wen Lang growled, voice low and trembling with anger, “I need you to help me find that fucking alpha who got him pregnant. I’ll make him answer for every ounce of pain Gao Tu’s had to endure.”

Hua Yong let out a long, weary sigh—one that sounded like it carried the weight of a thousand frustrations. The kind of sigh that hurt deeper than seeing his Mr. Sheng with another omega.

“Wen Lang, you’re stupid. I’d rather stop talking to you if everything that’s coming out of your mouth is this kind of nonsense. Mr. Sheng is already waiting for me. Bye-bye.”

“Wait! I’m telling you the truth! Gao Tu is pregnant—and there’s no alpha by his side!”

A pause. Hua Yong’s tone shifted, suddenly sharper. “Are you sure there’s no alpha on Secretary Gao’s side?”

Wen Lang nodded instinctively, as if Hua Yong could see him through the phone.

There was another beat of silence before Hua Yong spoke again, voice calm. “Wen Lang… do you still remember that one night you spent with an unknown omega?”

“Aiya, what does that have to do with my situation now? Can you not change the topic? I already told you, my concern is Gao Tu being an ome…ga and pregnant with… an alpha’s ch—child…” Wen Lang audibly gasped at his realization, the words catching in his throat.

On the other end of the line, Hua Yong let out a long, weary sigh—one that spoke of deep resignation.

“Hua Yong…” Wen Lang croaked.

Hua Yong hummed lazily, as if already expecting it. “Yeah?”

“Tell me,” Wen Lang said, voice trembling slightly, “that omega from that night… it’s Gao Tu, isn’t it?”

A short pause—and then Hua Yong clicked his tongue. “Shen Wen Lang, congratulations. Your brain is finally working.”

“Hua Yong!” Wen Lang barked, his voice tight with disbelief.

“Right,” Hua Yong replied without hesitation, “He is. The person who took your virginity that night was Gao Tu. The same person you took advantage of—your so-called beta that you’ve been hopelessly in love with all these years.”

Shen Wen Lang stood frozen, his mind reeling.

Gao Tu wasn’t with an omega. He was the omega.

And there was never another alpha in Gao Tu’s life—because he was that alpha.

Without another word, Wen Lang ended the call. Hua Yong didn’t take offense. Instead, a small, knowing smile touched his lips. He could only hope that Shen Wen Lang would finally find the happiness he’s been chasing all this time—and that Gao Tu would give him the chance to stand beside him and their unborn child.

Gao Tu stirred awake, the heaviness of exhaustion still clinging to his body. Blinking slowly, he realized he was back in his sister’s hospital room. But the bed beside him—where Gao Qing should’ve been—was empty.

A flicker of panic shot through him. Where is she? But more than that, a grim awareness settled in. This was his chance.

With trembling arms, he pushed himself upright, every movement heavy with weakness and fear. I must go.

He knew it in his bones—Shen Wen Lang must have found out by now. That he wasn’t a beta. That he was an omega… and pregnant.

A bitter laugh escaped him, half a sob. He must hate me by now. For lying. For being the very thing he despised most.

Then, like a cruel echo, Shen Wen Lang’s voice resurfaced in his mind—sharp, dismissive, unforgettable: “If an omega was ever pregnant with my child, I’d have them abort it. I don’t like children.”

His stomach twisted. His hands instinctively went to his still-flat belly, clutching it protectively.

I can’t let him take my baby away, he thought, heart pounding in panic and resolve. No matter what happens… I will protect you.

But just as he managed to stand, the door to the balcony behind him creaked open. His breath caught. What? Someone’s here?

He didn’t dare look back. His instincts screamed run. He turned toward the main door, each hurried step echoing the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

That voice—deep, commanding—froze him in place. Shen Wen Lang.

Gao Tu’s grip on the doorknob tightened, his knuckles pale. He’s mad. Of course he’s mad. He’s found out everything. I have to get away—faster.

“Gao Tu!” Before he could take another step, Wen Lang seized his wrist—just like that night at the X Hotel, when he stopped him from running away. The same firm grip, the same heat that burned through him even now.

But this time, Gao Tu wasn’t sure if he was trembling from fear… or from the ache of being caught by the person he most wanted to escape—and to stay with.

Memories of that night flooded back—the night that ruined everything between him and the man he loved most.

In one swift motion, Wen Lang spun him around, and Gao Tu found himself staring into what he thought was an angry face.

But what he saw wasn’t anger.

Those eyes—wide, desperate, trembling—were not filled with rage, but with worry.

With fear.

Why… why does he look so scared? Gao Tu’s fingers lifted on their own, trembling as they reached for Wen Lang’s face, wanting—needing—to soothe that expression.

But before he could touch him, the world tilted violently. His vision blurred, colors fading into nothing.

“Gao Tu!” Wen Lang caught him before he hit the floor, panic breaking through his voice. “Just how many times are you going to faint on me, Gao Tu!”

He held him tightly against his chest, heart pounding so hard it almost hurt.

He immediately scooped Gao Tu into his arms and laid him gently back on the bed before calling for the doctor in a rush.

“Gao Tu,” Wen Lang whispered, his voice trembling as he clasped the other’s cold hand tightly. He had never been this terrified before. Terrified of losing Gao Tu… and the tiny life they had created together.

Earlier, as soon as Wen Lang ended the call with Hua Yong, he stormed down the corridor toward the hospital room of the Gao siblings. His steps were heavy and unsteady, echoing his racing heartbeat. The air around him was thick with his pheromones—sharp, restless, and overflowing with fear.

He didn’t even realize how hard he was knocking until the door rattled under his fists. Once, twice, again and again—each strike louder, more frantic than the last—until his knuckles split and blood smeared against the wood.

Inside, Gao Qing’s patience finally broke. She yanked the door open, her expression fierce, “What is your problem?! I already told you to leave my brother alone! Go away!”

“Gao Qing,” Wen Lang said hoarsely, his eyes wild, “I need to see Gao Tu. I need to see my omega—and make sure he and my baby survive!”

Gao Qing froze, the color draining from her face. “How… how did you know?” she asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer.

“Does it matter?” Wen Lang’s tone softened, desperation bleeding through every word.

“Please, Gao Qing. I know you love your brother—but I need him, too. Just as much as he needs me. You know that,” His voice trembled, raw and pleading, “So please… allow me to be by his side.”

Gao Qing knew all too well what would happen if an unmarked, unmarried omega was discovered to be pregnant without an alpha by his side—the authorities would have to notify their legal guardian. And in their case, that meant their loathsome father, Gao Ming.

Her stomach twisted at the thought. Between this infuriating alpha, Mr. Shen, standing before her, and that wretched man, she would choose the former any day.

She met Wen Lang’s eyes, her tone cold but trembling with warning. “I want you to remember this, Mr. Shen. The moment my gege sheds another tear because of you, I will make sure you pay for it—gravely. And I will see to it that you never get to see him again.”

Back in the present, the doctor who had examined Gao Tu spoke, “Your omega has fallen into a self-induced coma.”

Gao Qing’s heart shattered into a million pieces. Her ge had already suffered enough—why did fate insist on tormenting him even further?

Her gaze snapped toward the other alpha in the room, eyes burning with fury and grief. If looks could kill, he would have died right where he sat.

The doctor continued, his tone steady but sympathetic, “As a pregnant omega, there’s only so much medical intervention we can provide. The best way to stabilize him is through his alpha’s pheromones—familiar, soothing ones that can reach him even in his current state.”

Wen Lang straightened, his expression firm despite the turmoil flickering in his eyes, “I understand,” he said quietly, voice steady with conviction. “I am his alpha. He is my omega,” he informed the doctor.

The doctor nodded and began explaining the procedure in a measured tone. “The release of the alpha’s comforting pheromones must remain constant for the first two hours,” he said, “and then gradually increase in intensity every hour for the next twenty-two. Mr. Shen, this will be extremely taxing not just on your physical health, but even more so, mentally—even for a dominant alpha like yourself. You’ll be connected to monitoring apparatuses to track both your vitals, and the pheromone levels you emit. If, after twenty-four hours, Mr. Gao’s condition doesn’t improve…” He hesitated, glancing briefly at Wen Lang before finishing, “we may have to perform an operation to remove the child so that we can treat him more effectively.”

Wen Lang’s eyes darkened instantly. Remove our child?

The air thickened with restrained fury as he glared at the doctor. Every fiber of his being screamed to assert dominance, to crush the man’s words with his pheromones—but the thought of harming the sleeping Gao Tu stopped him.

Through clenched teeth, his voice trembled with both rage and conviction. “Shut up,” he bit out, “My omega will get better.”

He knew he was being selfish for wanting both Gao Tu and their child, even if it meant putting his omega’s life at risk. But knowing Gao Tu… he could already imagine the unbearable guilt in his eyes if anything were to happen to their unborn child while he’s asleep. His omega had suffered enough, had carried too much pain for too long alone.

Now, it was Wen Lang’s turn to bear that weight for him. He would give everything—his strength, his sanity, even his life if that’s what it take to keep them safe. If he had to release pheromones for longer than prescribed, if his body gave out before Gao Tu woke up—he didn’t care. Gao Tu didn’t even need to ask.

He just wanted his Gao Tu back.

In the quiet of the room, the only sounds were the soft beeping of the monitors attached to both Gao Tu and Wen Lang. There’s a dull, relentless tightening in Wen Lang’s chest, as if invisible screws were being driven into his skull. Memories and realizations flooded him, each one sharper than the last.

He thought of every hurtful word he had ever spoken in front of Gao Tu, every outburst born of jealousy and stubborn pride. He had been blind, refusing to accept what was right in front of him: Gao Tu, his most precious and loyal secretary, had never belonged to anyone else.

It was always him.

And all this time, Shen Wen Lang had been the one causing Gao Tu the most pain

He suddenly remembered the time Gao Tu had been admitted to a hospital for the first time. The pheromone specialist in charge had always looked at Shen Wen Lang sourly. He must have known, Wen Lang realized. How stupid of me… to have never noticed how much you were suffering, Gao Tu.

“Wake up quickly, Tutu. Let me apologize and make it up to you, please, love,” Wen Lang whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Gao Tu’s cold hand.

After 24 hours, Gao Tu remained unconscious. The doctor informed Wen Lang that the patient might be rejecting the calm and comfort he was receiving—likely the lingering result of deep psychological trauma.

Wen Lang’s heart broke. He knew how much Gao Tu had endured: the abuse from their father, the loss of their mother before he could even grieve, the burden of caring for his ailing sister, and the endless odd jobs he worked just to keep them afloat. Gao Tu must have long believed he was unworthy of love—but Wen Lang vowed that he will change that. Gao Tu will be the most loved omega on earth as long as the alpha lives. No, even after death, no one will ever come close.

He would make sure that Gao Tu, the child growing in his belly, and all their future children would know nothing but joy and warmth. He would shower them with every ounce of love he had until Gao Tu understood—truly understood—that he was worthy of it all: an equal, a partner, and the one and only omega of Shen Wen Lang.

On the twenty-fifth hour of treating Gao Tu with his comforting pheromones, Shen Wen Lang found himself reflecting.

If someone had asked him ten years ago what he would do if his fated omega ever appeared before him, he would’ve scoffed and said, “Are you seriously asking me that? My answer is simple—he can go away and never bother me again!”

After all, back then, his eyes—and his heart—were already set on a certain someone.

On the twenty-sixth hour, Wen Lang remembered the time Gao Tu stopped an omega from approaching him to confess—just as he had asked him to. He didn’t know why, but he felt oddly happy that Gao Tu never allowed anyone to get close to him after that.

Another hour passed. He recalled asking a classmate to take a photo of the two of them just days before graduation. He remembered how pleased he was—how right it felt to have Gao Tu standing beside him, as though that was where they were always meant to be.

He had long lost track of time, but the memories of Gao Tu continued to flood his mind—one after another, unrelenting.

He still remembered the emptiness that gnawed at him the day they went their separate ways after graduation. If only Gao Tu had asked, Wen Lang would’ve kept him by his side without hesitation.

And he could never forget the moment his breath caught in his chest—two years later—when he saw Gao Tu again in the company pantry. After so long, he finally felt his heart beats to life again, and for the first time in years, he smiled a genuine smile.

Every day, though he would never admit it, Wen Lang looked forward to going to work—because it meant he could drink Gao Tu’s white tea again. It meant he could see him again, talk to him, feel his presence around him.

By the thirty-second hour, dizziness clouded his head, yet his memories remained sharp. He remembered the day Gao Tu filed for his first long personal leave. The stated reason on the form read simply: To take care of my omega.

That day—and the many that followed until Gao Tu finally returned—Wen Lang found himself snapping at everyone. No one understood why, not even he did at the time. But looking back now, he knew. It was jealousy. The bitter kind that gnawed at his chest from knowing that Gao Tu was never his alone, that he will never be his.

On Wen Lang’s birthday, the alpha could still remember the bright, silly smile on Gao Tu’s face as he brought the cake to the table, a single candle flickering on top.

“Happy birthday, Mr. Shen.”

“Gao Tu, I told you to stop calling me that when it’s just the two of us,” Wen Lang chided gently.

He could never forget the way Gao Tu’s cheeks flushed as he shyly corrected himself. “Shen Wen Lang, happy birthday. Quickly, make a wish!”

Wen Lang smiled and closed his eyes, silently wishing that moment could last just a little longer.

The monitor attached to Wen Lang blared in alarm, its beeping growing frantic in response to the overwhelming surge of pheromones he was releasing.

He was in the throes of mate-seeking syndrome.

Panic rippled through the observation deck—no one dared to enter the room. The air was too thick, too dangerous.

In lack of other option, Hua Yong had to be called in. With a single, unreadable glance through the glass partition, he raised the tranquilizer gun and shot the alpha precisely.

When Wen Lang woke, pain pulsed through his body. It felt as if he had been run over by a truck. For a moment, he couldn’t remember where he was. Then it hit him—he shouldn’t be sleeping. Gao Tu. He needed to help Gao Tu.

He forced himself upright, but the sudden movement sent the room spinning.

“You’re finally awake.”

The voice came from his side. Wen Lang turned his head, finding Hua Yong seated casually on a chair near the window, flipping through a magazine as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

“Why are you here?” Wen Lang asked hoarsely. “Where is Gao Tu?”

“Gao Tu’s in the next room,” Hua Yong replied without looking up. “Mr. Sheng is talking to him.”

“Why would that stinky alpha who smells like toilet cleaner—” Huh? Wen Lang froze. Sheng Shao You was talking to Gao Tu?

Gao Tu is awake?!

He tore the duvet off himself and bolted out of bed, ignoring the sharp sting in his legs, ignoring the ready slippers below his bed, he sprinted down the hallway barefoot.

“Gao Tu! Gao Tu!” he shouted, nearly kicking the next door open.

Inside, his secretary—his omega (he blushed immediately; don’t you dare tell Hua Yong!)—sat on the bed, looking small but smiling faintly from whatever conversation he’d just had with Sheng Shao You.

He glared at the stinky alpha and stomped into the room. Without a second thought, Wen Lang seized Gao Tu by the shoulders and turned him around, as if shielding him from a horrendous view.

“What are you doing to my omega?!” he snapped at Sheng Shao You, voice sharp with jealousy.

“Wen Lang!” Gao Tu gasped, shoving him back in shock. How can this alpha be this shameless?!

“Gao Tu!” Wen Lang cried, looking wounded—utterly betrayed, as if he’d just been rejected ten times in a row. “You—!”

Sheng Shao You merely shook his head at the pathetic sight before him—who would’ve have believed that the renowned CEO of HS Group will be throwing a tantrum like this.

“Shen Wen Lang, Shen Wen Lang,” he said with a faint, knowing smile, “You really haven’t changed.”

Wen Lang clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Secretary Gao, I’ll be going now,” Sheng continued, rising to his feet. “It was nice talking to  you. Let’s catch up again sometime.”

“Gao Tu won’t be talking to you again!” Wen Lang barked. “Stinky, stinky!”

Sheng Shao You only smirked and walked out of the room, clearly entertained.

As if only just realizing that Gao Tu wasn’t quite the same as before, Wen Lang froze, suddenly aware of his own presence. He swallowed hard.

“Gao Tu,” he called quietly, stepping closer—slowly, cautiously, like a wolf approaching a startled bunny.

Gao Tu’s eyes widened. Without a word, he yanked the duvet up and covered himself.

“Hey!” Wen Lang protested, grabbing at the blanket. “Are you seriously thinking you can run away from me again?!”

Gao Tu knew they needed to talk.

Sheng Shao You had already explained everything—from the moment Mr. Shen discovered he was an omega, a pregnant one, to the realization that Wen Lang was the father, and how that same alpha had stayed by his side, helping him recover with his comforting pheromones.

He knew a conversation was inevitable. Yet the thought still terrified him. He’d been around Wen Lang long enough to memorize the man’s sharp tongue and unpredictable temper. And the sheer embarrassment of being caught pregnant—by him, of all people—made Gao Tu want to dig a hole and hide forever.

“No!” Gao Tu burst out, sounding almost like a child, “I don’t want to talk to you!”

Wen Lang’s jaw dropped. Gao Tu was being impossible—but he bit back the words that came to mind, forcing himself to breathe. He is patient, Gao Tu is a patient, Gao Tu is the love of his life—he will be, no, he must be patient to him.

“Gao Tu,” he said instead, softer, coaxing him, “Please? For our baby?”

Gao Tu went red from head to toe. Our baby? Was Wen Lang seriously calling it their baby now?!

The omega peeked through the covers and nearly melted at the sight of Wen Lang’s puppy eyes. The skin around them was red—don’t tell me that this intimidating alpha is on the verge of crying?

With a quiet sigh of defeat, Gao Tu lowered the duvet and sat up again, “Alright. I’ll listen.”

Wen Lang didn’t waste a second. He pulled Gao Tu into his arms, holding him tightly, “I’m so sorry, Gao Tu,” he murmured against his shoulder, “There are so many things I need to apologize for… but one thing I’ll never say sorry for is for holding you that night, and for wanting you all to myself, for wishing you will keep the baby—our baby.”

Of course, he purposely left out that he’d been in love with him for a long time now. Wen Lang felt Gao Tu stiffen in his arms, but he only held him tighter.

“Instead,” Wen Lang said quietly, “I want to apologize for all the painful things I’ve said—for telling you that I hate the scent of an omega on you. I still hate omegas… but if that omega is you? I don’t mind. I’ll accept you, keep you wholeheartedly, if you will let me.”

He took a shaky breath, voice softening. “That night, your pheromone was the most alluring— the most delicious—scent I’ve ever smelled.”

A small, trembling smile tugged at his lips at the memory. “I’m very happy that it was you that night, Gao Tu. I’m happy you’re my omega.”

Gao Tu was crying now—tears born out of happiness, relief, and pregnancy hormones, he thinks. Wen Lang didn’t even need to say more, he just needs to ask, and Gao Tu would have accepted him again and again, no matter what.

“Mr. Shen…”

“Silly,” Wen Lang chided gently, brushing away a tear. “I told you to call me by my name when it’s just the two of us.”

Through his tears, Gao Tu smiled, “Shen Wen Lang… Wen Lang… Wen Lang…” he repeated softly.

Before, every time he spoke that name, it had been laced with pain and longing. Now, only tenderness remained—pure, quiet belongingness.

“Yes, Gao Tu,” Wen Lang whispered, pressing his forehead against his, “I’m here. I’m here now, finally. Sorry for making you wait.”

The two of them knew that those words carried a deeper meaning—Wen Lang was finally, finally on the same page as Gao Tu.

After making sure Gao Tu was comfortable and feeling no discomfort, Wen Lang finally informed Gao Qing that her brother was awake.

And just like earlier, the door to Gao Tu’s room nearly flew off its hinges. “Gege!” Gao Qing exclaimed, rushing in and throwing her arms around her brother. Then she caught the shadow of Shen Wen Lang—and immediately shot him a glare.

“A-Qing…”

“Yes, ge?”

“Wen Lang,” Gao Tu said softly, feeling his sister’s shock at the way he addressed the alpha, “Could you give us a moment? I need to talk to A-Qing.”

Wen Lang simply nodded and quietly stepped out of the room.

“Ge! How are you feeling? You made me worried sick!”

Gao Tu smiled at his younger sister. Even though A-Qing was an alpha, she still had a side of her that was adorably soft from time to time.

“I’m feeling much better now,” he assured her, “Wen Lang has been a big help.”

A-Qing arched a brow. “Oh? So, you’re on a first-name basis now?”

Gao Tu’s cheeks flushed pink. He gave a small nod. “Wen Lang and I already talked… and he apologized. A-Qing, I want to stay with him. You understand me, right?”

Gao Qing sighed. She understood—she always had. She knew just how deeply her brother had loved and longed for President Shen from the very first moment he saw him ten years ago. She had done everything she could to protect her omega brother from the pain that came with that love—the heartache he had to endure, the loneliness of pretending to be a beta just to stay close to that alpha.

“I know, ge,” she said softly. “But I also know how much pain Mr. Shen had caused you—how you suffered in silence just to stay beside him.”

Gao Tu smiled, grateful for the concern, “A-Qing, he said he’s willing to have this child. With me. Together. I want to give him a chance—give us a chance.”

Gao Qing looked at him fondly. Her brother was so precious, so kind… and far too generous with his love. “Did he say he loves you?” she asked quietly.

Gao Tu lowered his gaze. After a pause, he gave a small, gentle smile. “It doesn’t matter. For as long as he wants me and the baby—that’s enough for now.”

Gao Qing’s heart ached, “Are you sure about this?”

He nodded.

“Alright,” she sighed. “If that’s what you want… But the moment he hurts you, ge, I’ll be there to knock him some sense. Instantly.”

When Gao Qing finally left—but not after threatening Shen Wen Lang once more—the doctor arrived to check on Gao Tu’s condition.

“Mr. Shen, Mr. Gao,” the doctor began with a reassuring smile, “I’m pleased to inform you that thanks to your high compatibility, the pheromone treatment was successful. Although Mr. Shen here did experience a bout of mate-seeking syndrome midway through—”

Wen Lang flushed red, remembering how it had been triggered by his memories of Gao Tu. Gao Tu squeeze his hand under the blanket, grounding him.

“—you’re both now out of danger,” the doctor continued. “If your condition remains stable tonight, you and Mr. Gao can be discharged tomorrow. I’ll also have the pheromone specialist and OBGYN drop by later to complete your final evaluations.”

When the pheromone specialist arrived, he could barely keep his glare off Shen Wen Lang while reviewing Gao Tu’s chart. His words were professional, but the edge in his tone was impossible to miss. He scolded them both for not recognizing sooner how serious the situation had been—especially the omega’s prolonged suffering from inhibitor overuse.

And from the look in the specialist’s eyes, it was clear as day that he believed everything was Wen Lang’s fault. Flustered, Gao Tu tried to explain that it wasn’t like that—that Wen Lang alone wasn’t to blame—but the specialist only exhaled sharply through his nose and turned to leave.

At the door, he shot Wen Lang one last glare. “If you don’t start acting like a proper alpha to Mr. Gao, I’ll report you to the authorities myself.” Then he stormed out.

To say Wen Lang was speechless would be an understatement. First, Gao Qing had threatened his life.
Now, a pheromone specialist had too.

“Gao Tu,” Wen Lang muttered, staring blankly at the door, “I think my life just got a little shorter…”

Gao Tu could only give him a sheepish smile as if apologizing.

The next visitor that night was the OB-GYN. After scanning Gao Tu’s belly through an ultrasound machine—all the while the “couple” watched with wide eyes, occasionally letting out oohs and ahhs. To an outsider, it may seem like a young family seeing their child for the first time.

“The baby is healthy,” the OBGYN said, “but his development is slightly delayed. It could be caused by several factors such as Mr. Gao Tu’s prolonged use of inhibitors, stress from work or personal circumstances, and the lack of consistent exposure to his alpha father’s pheromones.”

Gao Tu’s heart sank. Guilt weighed heavily in his chest, and his eyes filled with tears. He knew every bit of that diagnosis was a result of his own choices, his decisions, his fear, his mistakes. He lowered his gaze, fingers twisting nervously in his lap.

Then a warm hand covered his cold ones. He looked up to find Wen Lang smiling at him, gentle and steady—as if he could see every thought running through Gao Tu’s mind, as if telling him that everything will be okay.

“Worry not, Mr. Gao,” the doctor said, smiling, “Since Mr. Shen—your alpha—is now here to support you, we can discuss how to keep your baby healthier moving forward. The best and most effective method is through marking. Once marked, your alpha can transfer some of his energy to you by connecting through your pheromone glands.”

Both men instantly stiffened. The doctor could tell they were embarrassed, yet neither interrupted. They were clearly determined to listen, each mentally taking notes.

“However,” the doctor continued, “if you’re not ready for marking yet, another way to strengthen the pregnancy is through regular physical intimacy. Mr. Shen’s pheromones and sperm can help stabilize your condition. Just remember—avoid knotting for now, as it might cause some complications.”

Gao Tu nearly choked on his saliva at the straightforward explanation, his face turning red to the ears. Wen Lang, however, looked like he had just heard the best thing in his life. His grin was so wide that Gao Tu had to smack his arm for being so shameless.

“Of course,” the doctor added, “marking remains the most ideal. But if you combine both methods, a smooth and healthy pregnancy is almost guaranteed.”

“Thank you for the advice, doctor,” Wen Lang said, voice brimming with smug satisfaction. “We’ll make sure to keep the baby healthy and sound. No need to worry about us, right, baobei?” He even wiggled his eyebrows.

“You—!” Gao Tu sputtered, blushing so hard it spread from his cheeks to his neck.

Wen Lang spent the night in Gao Tu’s room. He couldn’t bring himself to leave—not even for a second. If anyone told him he was giving off stalker vibes, he wouldn’t care. Not when Gao Tu was finally beside him again.

The next day, they were finally discharged from the hospital.

“Mr—ah… Wen Lang,” Gao Tu stopped him just as the alpha reached for the car door, “I just wanted to say… thank you. For taking care of me these past few days. I’ve really rested well. So… See you on Monday, then?”

“What?” Wen Lang frowned, one brow arching sharply. “What do you mean, see you on Monday?”

Before Gao Tu could even react, Wen Lang boldly wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. “I think it’s only reasonable that you stop working, right?”

The omega blinked at him, confused, “Oh…” He looked down, voice soft and a little disappointed. He thought—maybe—this is Wen Lang’s way of pushing him away.

Wen Lang tilted Gao Tu’s head up gently, “There’s no more ‘see you soon’ or ‘farewell’ between us. Not anymore.”

Gao Tu’s head tilted to the side, eyes round, heart sinking and fluttering all at once. “Then… what do you mean?”

“Will you move in with me, Gao Tu?” Wen Lang asked, his voice dropping to a quiet plea. “Please?”

When Wen Lang asked that question, he honestly thought Gao Tu would say yes right away. I mean, hadn’t they already reconnected while in the hospital?

But no. The omega rejected his proposal.

Days had passed and Gao Tu continued working as his secretary.
And despite working in the same office, the omega refused to be left alone with him.

Every time Wen Lang tried to start a conversation, Gao Tu would somehow find an excuse to leave—answer a call, fetch a report, talk to HR, anything. What was his problem now?

Wen Lang wanted to cry.

He couldn’t close the distance between them no matter how much he wanted to. His bunny—his Gao Tu—looked like he’d bolt at the slightest movement. It was torture.

Wen Lang clenched his jaw, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He wanted nothing more than to spend every single second of his life with his omega and their unborn child.

So why on earth won’t Gao Tu let him?

“Tonight,” Wen Lang declared, fists clenched in resolve, “I’ll make sure this ridiculous situation ends tonight!

Gao Tu was just about to relax after a long day of work when he heard a knock on his window. He frowned and peeked through the curtains… only to see Wen Lang standing outside, grinning like an idiot.

“What are you doing here?” Gao Tu asked in surprise, sliding the window open just a little.

“Open the door,” Wen Lang said flatly.

“No. It’s already late. Go home, Mr. Shen. Good night!”

Then—click!—Gao Tu shut the window and turned off every light in his apartment.

Wen Lang stood frozen outside, jaw hanging open. He really did it. Gao Tu ignored him!

The next night, Wen Lang came back for his third attempt at bringing his family home. He’s earlier today than he was yesterday.

Gao Tu was in the middle of making tea when he heard the familiar knock again. He sighed, already feeling a headache coming. He opened the door, “What do you want now?”

“Won’t you let me in first?” Wen Lang asked, feigning innocence.

Gao Tu’s gaze flicked around the small apartment. There wasn’t much inside—but there were a few things he’d like to keep to himself forever: the bottle of the expired lime soda from ten years ago, and the picture of them together from their graduation. No way was he letting that shameless alpha sees them. “Ah—maybe next time, Mr. Shen!” he said quickly, and slammed the door shut right in Wen Lang’s face.

“Gao Tu!” came the exasperated shout from outside.

“Sorry, Mr. Shen. Please, not today!” Gao Tu called back through the door.

Wen Lang exhaled sharply—once, twice, thrice—trying to calm himself down. Then, with a huff, he finally said, “Fine! Good night!”

The fourth time Wen Lang tried coaxing his omega to move in with him, he was finally allowed inside the tiny home.

“Mr. Shen, would you like some tea?” Gao Tu asked politely, motioning toward the seat at the table.

Wen Lang raised an eyebrow. “Only if you stop calling me that.”

Gao Tu froze. “Ah… right,” His cheeks flushed, quickly turning to the kitchen to hide his embarrassment, “I’ll prepare it right away.”

He opened the tea box—only to find it completely empty. Uh-oh.

“Ah, apologies, Mr. Shen,” he said nervously, scratching his neck, “I ran out of tea leaves. Would… hot water be okay, instead?”

Wen Lang stared at him in disbelief, “Are you serious right now, Gao Tu? What happened to the first-name basis we agreed on at the hospital?”

“I—I didn’t mean—”

“Are you really planning to just use me and throw me away after all that?” Wen Lang accused dramatically.

“No! I— It’s just that there’s no more tea leaves and—”

“Enough,” Wen Lang stood, clearly offended, “I don’t want to talk to you right now. Good night!”

Before stepping out, the alpha paused by the door, his tone softening a little, “Lock your door and windows properly.”

And just like that, another proposal went down the gutter.

Gao Tu stood frozen in the middle of his kitchen, still holding the empty tea box, wondering what on earth had just happened.

Meanwhile, upon descending the stairs, Wen Lang couldn’t help but kick the wall and the door in front of him. “What is his problem?! Suddenly acting cold toward me!”

“Hey, young man! What’s your problem kicking my door like that?!” A woman appeared behind the door he just kicked, glaring from the doorway.

“Sorry, I slipped,” Wen Lang replied half-heartedly.

“Aiya, you should be careful! The lights on these stairs don’t work well. The young man upstairs almost slid down last week when the light accidentally went out,” the woman added.

Wen Lang’s jaw tightened. “...Thanks. I’ll be careful.”

As he walked off, his muttering turned into a low growl. “See? I told you to move in with me, but no—you just had to stay in this death trap of a place.”

Later that night—

“Boss! I’ve fixed all the lights in the stairwell. Your friend won’t have any accidents anymore!”

Wen Lang glanced back at the old building, clearly satisfied. But when he noticed how dim the streets were, his expression darkened again.

“Replace all the bulbs on the lamp posts around here as well. Make them brighter. Bill it to me.”

If he refuses to come to me, Wen Lang thought, then I’ll make his world safer from where I stand.

Wen Lang was reviewing documents in his spacious office when a knock came.

“Mr. Shen,” a beta secretary said, stepping in with the usual afternoon tea.

Looking up, Wen Lang asked, “Where’s Gao Tu?”

“Secretary Gao called in for an emergency leave, sir. He said he’s feeling sick.”

The sound of the laptop slamming shut made the secretary flinch. Wen Lang’s gaze lifted, sharp and cold. “Didn’t I tell you to report anything about Gao Tu to me immediately?!”

His mind was already racing. Is it the baby? Did something happen? Should I call the doctor? No—he needed to see for himself.

“Cancel all my meetings,” he ordered, already on his feet, “I’m leaving.”

Minutes later, he was at Gao Tu’s door, knocking hard enough to shake it. “Gao Tu! Gao Tu!”

The door opened to a startled omega. “Mr. Shen, what are you—”

Before he could finish, Wen Lang pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly. “Gao Tu! How are you feeling? They told me you were sick! Why didn’t you call me? Is it the baby? We’re going to the hospital—now.”

Gao Tu blinked in surprise. “What? Calm down, will you?” Gao Tu’s eyes narrowed when he noticed the small crack at the corner of Wen Lang’s lips. “What happened to you? Did you fight with someone again?!”

“Don’t mind me,” Wen Lang dismissed quickly, “Do you have a headache? Is it your back? Your feet? Is it the baby? Do you feel dizzy? Did you vomit—”

Gao Tu covered the alpha’s mouth before he could continue. The omega couldn’t help the small flicker of satisfaction—he’d wanted to do that to his boss so many times before.

“Calm down,” he sighed, voice softening. “I just felt a little dizzy earlier. You were in a meeting, so I asked another secretary if I could take a short leave. I’m fine now.”

Wen Lang exhaled sharply, his tensed shoulders finally easing. “Next time, tell me directly, alright? In a meeting or not, you can always come to me.”

Gao Tu smiled, tugging him gently inside. “Sit,” he said, disappearing into the bedroom for a moment. When he returned, he carried a small medical kit in his hands.

Wordlessly, he began cleaning the wound on Wen Lang’s lip. The alpha, meanwhile, shamelessly took the opportunity to study Gao Tu’s face. Even after seeing him every day at the office, he realized—he still missed him terribly.

Feeling the burning gaze on his face, Gao Tu blushed and cleared his throat. “So,” he murmured, “are you going to tell me what happened to you?”

“I did it myself,” Wen Lang said simply.

“What?” Gao Tu blinked in disbelief. “Why would you—are you stupid, Shen Wen Lang?!”

Wen Lang’s lips curved into a small smile. “I was trying to think of a reason to talk to you. And I think it was worth it—you finally called me by my name again.”

Gao Tu’s eyes widened, feeling embarrassed. He immediately tried to stand, but a wave of dizziness washed over him. Wen Lang caught him just in time.

“Gao Tu!” he called, alarm evident in his voice. Without a second thought, he swept him into his arms and carried him to the bedroom, laying him gently on the bed.

“Stay here. I’ll call your doctor—”

But Gao Tu reached out, fingers weakly gripping his sleeve. “Shen Wen Lang… can’t you stay with me a bit longer instead?”

Wen Lang froze for half a second, then softened. “Of course,” he murmured, sitting down beside him. He took Gao Tu’s hand carefully, releasing a steady stream of calming pheromones into the air.

Gao Tu smiled faintly, his eyes fluttering shut as the gentle scent of iris wrapped around him.

Wen Lang stayed by his side, quietly tending to him through the night. His thumb brushed over Gao Tu’s knuckles, the room filled only with the soft rhythm of his breathing.

“How are you so stubborn?” he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from Gao Tu’s forehead. “Stop making me worry about you, okay, baobei?”

Today marked Wen Lang’s sixth attempt to convince Gao Tu to move in with him. He had invited him to dine at their favorite restaurant, but the moment they arrived, Gao Tu went pale—his face draining of color before his body swayed. Wen Lang barely caught him in time before rushing him straight to the hospital.

The doctors didn’t go easy on them. The pheromone specialist seemed to aim every sharp word at Wen Lang, her disapproving gaze lingering on him far longer than necessary. As if the guilt already weighing down the alpha’s chest wasn’t enough. He only wanted to take care of his omega and their child.

Still, Wen Lang knew how stressful things had been for Gao Tu lately. So, swallowing his own frustration and pride, he steadied his breathing, forcing himself to calm down. What Gao Tu needed wasn’t his anger—it’s reassurance. And so, he offered quiet comfort instead, staying by his side, whispering gentle words meant to soothe the two lives that meant everything to him.

A few days later, when Gao Tu returned to work, he came into Wen Lang’s office carrying a cup of his favorite tea brewed exactly the way he knew the alpha liked it.

The president raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. Ever since Wen Lang discovered he was an omega, Gao Tu had been careful—too careful—to never to be alone with him. Especially not in public and not at work. The omega had endured enough rumors to last a lifetime, and he refused to give anyone another reason to talk.

“Mr. Shen… uhm—Shen Wen Lang.”

At the sound of his name, Wen Lang’s irritation softened into something almost tender. He leaned forward, his gaze fixed on him. “What is it? You can tell me.”

Without a word, Gao Tu placed an envelope on the desk.

Wen Lang’s heart sank the moment he read what’s written on the envelope. Resignation Letter.

The alpha looked up sharply. His voice came out louder, harsher than he intended. “What is this again, Gao Tu? First, you turn down all six of my proposals to move in, and now this? Are you taking me for a fool?!”

Gao Tu shook his head, trying not to panic. “I—It’s not like that—”

“Then what is it?” Wen Lang’s voice cracked. His frustration spilling out, raw and trembling at the edges. “Do you not want me in your life? Do you not want me as your alpha? Do you not want me to love you?”

But then he stopped. The words he wanted to say—every confession, every plea—hung heavy between them. Right… Gao Tu never said he loved me back.

That night only happened because Gao Tu was in heat. Instinct. He couldn’t have rejected me then, even if he wanted to.

The realization hollowed him out. The fire in his chest flickered, replaced by something cold and sharp. “Enough,” Wen Lang said quietly, “Get out. I don’t want to see you right now.”

“Shen Wen Lang…”

“Not now, Gao Tu.” His voice trembled ever so slightly, “Please.”

Gao Tu lingered in front of him for a moment, searching his alpha’s face for something—but Wen Lang had already turned away, shoulders tense, eyes hidden from view.

So, he left.

Outside the office, Gao Tu’s steps echoed softly down the empty hall. He felt the weight of the conversation pressing on his chest, but he knew Wen Lang. He’d seen this before—the way he needed time to breathe, to cool his anger off before he could listen.

Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow, I’ll explain everything.

On the way home, he remembered he’d run out of tea leaves. He sighed, stopping by the small shop around the corner to get some before heading back to his apartment, just in case a certain alpha decided to visit him once again.

Back at HS Group, Wen Lang sat alone in the dimly lit office. The silence was deafening, broken only by the steady hum of the city outside.

He rubbed his temples and whispered to no one, “I just want to be with you…” A faint, bitter smile tugged at his lips. “I love you, Gao Tu.”

With that quiet confession came a spark of resolve.

He wasn’t going to give up. Not now.
Even if Gao Tu didn’t love him back, Wen Lang would love him enough for the two of them, for their child, for the family he hoped they’ll build together.

But when he arrived at Gao Tu’s apartment, the room was empty.

His brows knitted. “Where are you, Tu? You left the office almost an hour ago!”

Without thinking, he pulled out his phone. “Gao Tu! Where are you?”

“I’m home,” came the hesitant reply.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“But I’m really— Mr. Shen…” Gao Tu’s words faltered as he reached his front door.

“Open the door. Now.”

When Gao Tu opened it, Wen Lang’s expression was a mixture of irritation and relief. The omega glaring at him for his tone earlier.

Gao Tu sighed inwardly. I guess the talk I planned for tomorrow will happen today.

“Where were you?” Wen Lang asked, voice low.

“I just went to buy more of your favorite tea leaves.”

Wen Lang’s lips twitched, almost smiling, but he quickly schooled his expression. “I told you not to go out alone. If you need anything, tell me—I’ll take care of it.”

Gao Tu rolled his eyes, exasperated but fond. “No need. I can take care of myself,”

He gestured toward the living room, “Wait here. I’ll make your tea.”

Wen Lang only nodded, though his mind was already spinning—searching for another way to convince his omega to move in with him.

“Gao Tu,” he began softly.

“Hm?” came the absent-minded hum from the kitchen.

“When will you come live with me?”

There was a pause. Then, quietly, “Sorry, Wen Lang. I can’t—not now.”

“Haa… why?”  Wen Lang’s sigh came out heavier than he intended, “You know what the doctors said. You need a constant supply of my pheromones for the baby’s health. If we don’t live together—and you stop working for me—how am I supposed to do my duties as the father?”

Gao Tu’s hands stilled. His gaze fell to the countertop, teeth biting down on his lower lip until it hurt.

That’s right, he thought bitterly. Wen Lang isn’t doing this out of love—just out of duty. Because he’s an alpha.

Mother, you were right. Alphas only care when they need an heir. I’m sorry… I fell for one.

Tears gathered in his eyes before he could stop them.

“Gao Tu…” Wen Lang’s voice softened behind him when he noticed, “Will you please look at me?”

Gao Tu drew a long breath to steady himself. Then, with a practiced smile that didn’t reach his eyes, he turned around. Maybe it was just the hormones. Maybe it wasn’t. He braced himself for another outburst—another round of harsh words from the alpha.

But what met him wasn’t the usual stern, composed face of his boss.

It was Shen Wen Lang’s raw, vulnerable expression—eyes filled with guilt and anguish. The sight of it made something inside Gao Tu twist painfully.

“I’m sorry…” Wen Lang’s voice trembled. He took a step closer, fighting the urge to pull Gao Tu into his arms. His omega looked so heartbreakingly sad that Wen Lang felt his own heart splinter. “I love you, Gao Tu. I’m sorry. I just want to be with you—truly be with you. If you don’t want me to, just tell me. I won’t force you into anything. Just… let me stay by your side. I want you and the baby safe.”

Gao Tu froze. Then, as if those words had unlocked something deep within him, tears began to fall. “Wen Lang… for the past ten years, it’s always been you. Only you.”

They stared at each other until the distance between them finally disappeared—the two hearts that ran in circles around each other for years had finally met. Their lips met in a kiss that was soft, warm, and impossibly sweet. A decade of longing melted away in that single touch.

Wen Lang sighed into the kiss, a quiet laugh escaping him. If I’d known this is how Gao Tu tastes, he thought, I would’ve kissed him years ago.

“I love you, Gao Tu,” he murmured against his lips. “My omega, please know that my heart, my mind, my soul—every part of me belongs to you. I’d give you everything I have, even before you think to ask.”

“Shen Wen Lang…” Gao Tu’s voice trembled, full of love and tenderness, “I love you too. With all my heart, with everything that I am—I’m yours. From the first moment I saw you, my heart already chose you.”

When the night finally quieted, they sat together—eyes swollen, lips well kissed, faces tear-streaked—a lot messy, but together at last.

Wen Lang broke the silence with a teasing glint in his eyes, “So… are you moving in with me now?”

Gao Tu’s face turned crimson. There he goes again. He pouted, torn between embarrassment and fondness. He didn’t like rejecting Wen Lang, but he couldn’t just pack up and leave everything behind.

So, he tried to explain, hoping Wen Lang would understand.

His sister was still in the hospital—he had to wait until Gao Qing was discharged and settled properly before moving out. And besides… wouldn’t he be intruding on Wen Lang’s space?

Not to mention the scandal it would cause—a supposed beta is now an unmarked omega living with an unmarked alpha of such high status.

And worse, he was pregnant, too. Wen Lang wasn’t his husband. Not even his fiancé. Not technically his boyfriend either.

He was just a secretary. And Shen Wen Lang was his boss.

The moment the words left Gao Tu’s mouth, Wen Lang wanted to smack himself. He had assumed—foolishly—that even without saying it out loud, Gao Tu would already understand. That he wanted to be with him. To be his exclusive alpha, his partner, his forever.

“Is that it?” Wen Lang asked softly.

Gao Tu nodded.

Wen Lang exhaled, studying Gao Tu’s face—the same face that could unravel all his anger with a single look. “Alright,” he muttered, determination reflecting in his eyes, “if that’s your reason, then let me help fix it. First, I can have an apartment ready for Gao Qing anytime. I can even buy one for her in the same building as mine, so you can visit her whenever you want.”

Gao Tu opened his mouth to protest, but Wen Lang silenced him with a kiss.

“Second,” Wen Lang continued, voice soft but sure, “why would you think you’re intruding when all I want is to be with you? In case you are not aware, I hate watching you walking out of my building every night and not coming home with me. The distance between us is killing me. Honest.”

Gao Tu’s face turned even redder when Wen Lang kissed him again, his protests melting away.

“And lastly…” Wen Lang reached into his pocket. “We can always work on you and me.”

He pulled out a small ring box. From the moment he found out about the pregnancy, he’d already bought the rings—carrying them with him every day, waiting for the right moment.

He had planned something grander, but this—this was enough.

Wen Lang had already arranged everything: the marriage registration, the wedding, the reception, the honeymoon, even their new home. All Gao Tu had to do was show up, sign the papers, kiss him in front of everyone, and dance a little to celebrate their love and the little family they’re going to build together.

The new house with a wide garden was already being furnished, because Wen Lang believed that their child and future children deserved a nice home, wide space with warm sunlight that his penthouse cannot give.

“Gao Tu,” he said softly, his heart in his throat, “will you be mine, please—officially and legally?” He smiled then, the kind of smile that could outshine the stars in the sky.

Gao Tu’s lips curved into a familiar, heart-shaped smile. “Yes—yes, Wen Lang. I want to be yours, as you are mine.”

Wen Lang pulled him close, whispering against his lips, “Of course. Yours, always and forever.”

Still smiling like fools in love, they slipped the rings onto each other’s hands.

Wen Lang hoisted him up from the sofa and effortlessly hooked an arm under Gao Tu’s legs, carrying him with ease.

“Now that that’s settled,” he said with a grin, “let’s make full use of your bedroom before we vacate it.”

Gao Tu blushed, punching him lightly on the shoulder.

“And I don’t want to be scolded by the doctors again! I’ve always been an obedient child.”

Mortified, the man below buried his face in Wen Lang’s neck.

Safe to say, their baby received plenty of nutritional supply that to ensure they grow stronger and healthier.

Later, as they lay tangled together, Wen Lang called softly, “Tutu.”

“Tutu?” Gao Tu turned to face him, looking both amused and shyly pleased at the nickname.

“Shh,” Wen Lang drew lazy circles on his omega’s back, “What was that earlier?”

“Earlier?” Gao Tu blinked, then remembered. “Ah, my resignation? It’s just getting harder for me to move around lately. I’ve been sleepier at work too. So, I thought maybe I should resign and rest at home.”

Wen Lang had sat up so abruptly that Gao Tu worried he might have hurt his neck, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We should go to the hospital tomorrow and have you checked.”

“No, it’s fine. Let’s stick to the scheduled visit. The doctor already said that fatigue at this stage is normal.”

“Haaa… are you sure?” Wen Lang probed and Gao Tu nodded.

“Alright,” Wen Lang murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll accept your resignation—but only after you move in with me. Deal?”

Gao Tu smiled softly. “Deal.”

“Good,” the alpha said, “Now, I just have to make sure I don’t get scolded again during our next check-up.” Wen Lang grinned wolfishly—and Gao Tu squealed when the man climbed over him again.

Gao Tu thought helplessly, If this is how Wen Lang will help me during pregnancy, I think I’ll end up more exhausted than when I was working!

It’s safe to say that their baby grew much healthier every day after that.

At their next check-up, the doctor praised how healthy both the parent and the baby were. They were advised to keep doing whatever they’d been doing. Everything was progressing perfectly—and if things continued as they were, they could expect the baby’s arrival in just three months.

On the drive home, Wen Lang reached over and laced his fingers with Gao Tu’s. “Everything’s all set for next week,” he said casually, though the excitement in his voice was impossible to hide, “All you need to bring is yourself.”

Gao Tu blinked, his heart fluttering. He still couldn’t believe he was actually marrying his long-time crush—the man who had once felt so far out of reach.

Feeling giddy, he peeked at Wen Lang’s profile. His alpha’s ears and cheeks were flushed red, and his lips were curved into a wide smile.

I’m so in love with you, Shen Wen Lang, he thought, squeezing the hand that’s holding his. Wen Lang squeezed back, their fingers fitting together as naturally as breathing.

Wen Lang met with Gao Qing without telling Gao Tu. He knew his future sister-in-law still didn’t fully trust him—still feared he might hurt her brother again. But this time, Wen Lang wanted to face her directly, to ask for her blessing—not as an apology, but as a promise.

To say Wen Lang was surprised when Gao Qing greeted him calmly was an understatement. She was still fierce, though.

She let out a quiet sigh. “I’m sorry for the things I said to you before,” she began, “My ge talked to me and explained everything. This doesn’t mean you’re free from my claws but…” She paused, her voice steady as she met his gaze. “My gege is the most precious person in my life. I love him more than anything. And he loves you, Mr. Shen—more than I’ve ever seen him love anyone. He’s never been this happy.”

Gao Qing stood from the edge of the bed and bowed deeply, “Please,” she said, voice trembling just slightly, “take care of my brother.”

As Wen Lang stepped out of the room, the weight on his chest felt lighter than it had in years. For the first time, he knew he wasn’t just marrying Gao Tu—he was finally being welcomed into the latter’s family. A genuine smile found its way to his lips as he allowed himself to look forward to the future they’ll have.

A week later, that future had just began.

Gao Tu stood beneath soft lights, dressed in white, surrounded by laughter and warmth. The room simmered with joy—their colleagues, friends, Hua Yong and Sheng Shao You, and members of Wen Lang’s family—whom he was meeting for the first time—had all gathered to celebrate their love.

He had once dreamed of being married in Country P, where Wen Lang was born. But when he mentioned it, his husband shook his head and said, “We’ll visit next time—when you’re not pregnant and at risk anymore. I don’t want you traveling too far just yet.”

And so, they promised each other that someday, they would. For now, this was enough—more than enough.

That night, in their new home, surrounded by love, tenderness, and the mingling scent of iris and sage, they sealed their bond.

Marked and mated, at last.

It was Gao Tu’s last day at HS Group.
After bidding farewell to his colleagues, he stopped by Shen Wen Lang’s office for one final talk.

Ever since they had mated, Wen Lang had found it almost impossible to keep his alpha instincts in check whenever Gao Tu was nearby. And now, with his omega sitting innocently across from him, that control was slipping—fast.

Gao Tu tilted his head, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, the dimple on his cheek showing. “What?”

Wen Lang’s mind betrayed him immediately. He could already picture Gao Tu perched on his desk instead—legs parted, shirt rumpled, tie hanging loose, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Before Gao Tu could blink, Wen Lang leaned forward and kissed him—deep and hard.

“Wen Lang—wait!” Gao Tu gasped, pushing at his chest. “Everyone’s still here!”

“Don’t mind them,” Wen Lang murmured, voice low and rough. “You know that my office is soundproof.”

“No means no,” Gao Tu said firmly, though his flushed ears and reddened neck betrayed his embarrassment more than anger.

Wen Lang clicked his tongue in frustration and abruptly stood, striding out of his office.
Seconds later, his voice thundered across the workspace, “Everyone, go home! Whatever you’re doing—stop it. Leave. Now! Quick! Anyone still here after one minute will be terminated!”

No one dared to hesitate. Papers rustled, chairs screeched, and chaos erupted as employees scrambled for the elevator. No one wanted to test the president’s mood or miss a rare early dismissal.

When silence finally fell, Gao Tu was still seated at the desk, chest rising and falling from the intensity of that kiss. The office door opened again. Wen Lang stepped back inside—eyes dark, sharp, and hungry—with the look of a predator who had finally cornered his prey.

He loosened his tie, shrugged off his coat, and began closing the distance between them, each step with obvious intent, each movement smooth and certain.

When Wen Lang reached the desk again, he swept everything off its surface in one smooth motion and lifted Gao Tu effortlessly to the center of it. Leaning close, the alpha’s voice dropped to a low murmur. “Now,” he said, locking eyes with the omega, “there’s no one left but us.”

Despite the charged atmosphere, Gao Tu let out a soft laugh. His husband looked so serious—so determined—that it was impossible not to find him endearing. “Okay, okay,” he surrendered, voice low and warm. “You’re such a hopeless alpha.”

Wen Lang’s lips curved into a smirk, his gaze dark with affection. “Hopeless,” he agreed, “only for you.”

Before Gao Tu could reply, Wen Lang closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in a kiss that was deeper this time—hungry, but reverent. His hands moved with quiet certainty, tracing familiar lines as though memorizing them anew.

When he finally drew back, their breaths mingled. Gao Tu’s cheeks were flushed, his half-lidded eyes soft with affection, and the small smile tugging at his lips made Wen Lang’s chest, and pants, tighten.

Beautiful, he thought. So beautiful the world could go to war for you, my love.

He pressed gentle kisses along the column of Gao Tu’s throat, trailing lower until his lips found the soft swell of his chest—one of the many changes Wen Lang loved about his omega’s body.

He lingered there, savoring every shiver, every quiet breath whenever he sucked and lapped. Then, after a while, he continued downward, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake until he reached the gentle curve of Gao Tu’s belly. His movements slowed down, his touch softening. “Thank you,” he whispered against the taut skin. “For giving me a chance… for giving us a chance.”

Gao Tu’s hand slipped into his hair, fingers brushing through it with quiet tenderness. When Wen Lang looked up and Gao Tu was smiling down at him—gentle, loving, unguarded.

Their lips met once more, slower, deeper. That kiss carried everything: devotion, warmth, the weight of everything they’d endured in life. The air between them changed. What began as gentle affection melted into something heavier—urgent, inevitable, and wholly theirs.

Every glance, every shared breath, every touch felt like an unspoken promise. Wen Lang held Gao Tu as if the entire world ceased to exist within that moment—the steady rhythm of their hearts, the way their body swayed, the soft sound of Gao Tu’s sighs as Wen Lang reached the deepest side of him, the way their pheromones and scents blended as one, experience climax with a cry, they didn’t stopped until the air was thick and warm.

When they finally stilled, Wen Lang brushed his thumb gently across Gao Tu’s cheek. Both were flushed and a little breathless, their smiles brimming with a love to deep to be hidden.

They did it a few more times until they’re satisfied, finding it difficult to pull away.

“Next time,” Wen Lang murmured with a teasing grin as they curled together on the sofa, “we should probably buy a sturdier desk.”

Gao Tu, with a flustered expression, slapped his chest. This made Wen Lang laugh— moments like this, he thought, were exactly what happiness felt like.

Months later, at the Shen–Gao residence, Gao Tu felt a sharp pain in his abdomen—the kind that stole his breath. It was the night before the doctor had predicted their baby might arrive.

He jolted awake, shaking Wen Lang beside him. “Wen Lang! I think it’s happening tonight!”

Wen Lang shot up immediately and carried his mate to the car at once. If he had to run every red light between their home and the hospital, so be it. His omega was in labor and nothing else in the world mattered.

Inside the delivery room, Wen Lang could only stand by Gao Tu’s side, clutching his hand as the hours stretched endlessly. Every cry from his omega tore at his chest. His eyes burned, but he refused to look away—he wanted to witness every moment that would lead to their child’s first breath.

When the doctor finally handed him the scissors and asked him to cut the umbilical cord, his hands trembled. Tears fell freely on his face—from relief, awe, overwhelming love, from everything in between.

And then, there they were: Gao Tu and their newborn, little Lele, nestled together under the soft hospital light. Gao Tu looked exhausted but radiant, his lips curving weakly into a smile as he gazed at their child.

Wen Lang leaned down and pressed a kiss to both their foreheads. His voice was a hoarse whisper, thick with emotion, “You did so well, my love. You did so well. Thank you, Gao Tu,” then to Lele, “Welcome to our world, little one.”

That night, as he watched Gao Tu and their child together, Wen Lang knew one thing for certain—in this lifetime and the next, there could never be anyone else but them.

Once they were settled back home, Gao Tu watched with quiet affection as his husband cradled their newborn son, whispering words of love so softly they seemed to melt into the air.

His heart overflowed each time he woke in the middle of the night to find Wen Lang half-asleep, carefully changing Lele’s diaper—or when morning came and Wen Lang appeared by the bed, hair tousled, eyes heavy, carrying breakfast with that same gentle smile.

And every time, Gao Tu thought, I’m so glad it was you who found me that night, Shen Wen Lang.

Their days soon fell into a gentle rhythm—one filled with warmth, laughter, and the joyful chaos of growing children. Every time Gao Tu tried to help, Wen Lang would only shake his head with a teasing smile. “You’ve already sacrificed enough to bring our children into this world,” he’d say, “Now it’s my turn to take care of them and you.”

Sometimes, as Gao Tu watched their children tumble and play, he would think fondly, Kids, I found you the best papa, ain’t I?

Wen Lang, for his part, was grateful every single waking day. He knew there had been a time when he’d almost lost everything—Gao Tu, their children, his family, the quiet life they now shared so effortlessly.

That afternoon, Wen Lang worked quietly on his laptop, the sound of his mate and their children’s laughter drifted in from the garden—bright, unrestrained, and full of life he so loved. He leaned back in his chair, listened for a while, a soft smile spreading across his face.

This, Wen Lang thought, is happiness. This is everything I’ll ever need.

That night, as they lay entwined beneath the warm glow of the bedside lamp, Wen Lang whispered, “Thank you, Gao Tu… for letting me love you.”

And when Gao Tu’s sleepy reply came almost at once, “Always.”

Wen Lang smiled and pulled him closer.

He was grateful he’d acted on instinct that day at the hospital.

Because of that single choice, he had found everything he never knew he was searching for: a home, a family, and Gao Tu.