SSEWC Chapter 9

Outside Shi Shaowen’s small house,

Shi Min, with impatience in his anger, pounded on the door. However, as his fist came down, the door swung open, catching him off guard, and he stumbled inside due to the momentum.

Behind the door stood a stranger with a solemn expression, dressed in all black, resembling a character from the movie “The Matrix.”

In the instant of seeing this unfamiliar face, Shi Min realized something was amiss. He understood that there must be some deception behind Shi Shuang calling him over, fearing that what awaited him today was an unexpected trap.

However, before he could gather his thoughts, the man in black seized him by the back of his neck and effortlessly carried him inside like an eagle grabbing a chick.

Struggling as he was pulled along, Shi Min muttered, “Damn, what are you…”

But the last syllable got stuck in his throat as he noticed the neatly lined-up black-clad bodyguards in the living room and the man with legs casually crossed, sitting on the sofa alongside Shi Shuang.

Who else could it be but Shi Shuang’s Alpha, He Heng?

However, this Alpha wasn’t exactly a good character; Shi Min still vividly remembered how he had manipulated and used the Shi family before.

A person who steps on others to climb to their current position, can their heart be anything but dark?

So, what was he here for today?

Surely not to intervene on behalf of Shi Shuang?

As Shi Min pondered, this idea seemed more absurd than a fairy tale.

Upon seeing Shi Min, He Heng, with an intrigued index finger against his lips, turned to look at Shi Shaowen, “Your son?”

Shi Shaowen nodded somewhat stiffly.

Could Shi Shaowen say otherwise?

He Heng smirked, shaking his head, “Poor upbringing.”

Shi Shaowen: “…”

Shi Min: “…”

At his words, Shi Min instinctively glanced at He Heng. At that moment, He Heng lifted his gaze, and their eyes met. In He Heng’s profound eyes, there hid a sharpness akin to a blade.

The enigmatic smile on He Heng’s face sent a chill down Shi Min’s spine.

The next moment, He Heng rose from the sofa and walked towards Shi Min. “Let me give you a little lesson. No need to thank me.”

Amid Shi Min’s bewildered expression, He Heng dragged him into the adjacent small room.

Shi Min had no idea what He Heng had in mind, but he was certain that He Heng wouldn’t resort to physical violence. Otherwise, what were the bodyguards outside for?

Most likely, He Heng intended to issue some stern warnings, establish some rules, or negotiate various conditions with him.

“Bang!”

However, at the moment the door closed,

Shi Min heard the person behind him say,

“The soundproofing here isn’t great.”

Combined with the eerie and drafty atmosphere of the small house, Shi Min suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and cold sweat seemed to drip from his forehead.

Then, in the instant he turned his head in terror, He Heng, from somewhere, managed to find a piece of tattered cloth and stuffed it into his mouth.

The next moment, He Heng deftly reversed Shi Min’s hands and pressed his upper body onto the table.

“Thud!” Shi Min’s face forcefully collided with the tabletop.

Then, He Heng raised his leg, delivering a powerful kick to Shi Min’s lower back.

After all, having studied both kickboxing and Taekwondo for several years, He Heng knew precisely which areas were the most painful but not lethal. And dealing with someone like Shi Min, sometimes a direct physical confrontation spoke louder than any words or lectures.

“Damn! Ahh! Ahhh!”

If it weren’t for the rag stuffed in his mouth, Shi Min’s screams would probably rival those of pigs in a slaughterhouse.

He never expected He Heng to personally get involved.

And damn, He Heng was more ruthless in a fight than those desperate thugs.

As Shi Shaowen listened to the cacophony of sounds from the room, a mix of crashes and clangs, he felt a sense of unease. It wasn’t that he was particularly concerned for Shi Min; he just feared that the house might be torn apart in the process.

After all, it was just a small house.

A while later, unable to resist his curiosity, Shi Shaowen walked to the room’s entrance.

Shi Shuang followed him; he wasn’t worried that He Heng would destroy Shi Shaowen’s home, but he was curious about what exactly He Heng was doing.

Shi Shaowen cautiously pushed open the door, and the two witnessed the scene.

Shi Min, grabbed by the collar, was pressed onto the table by He Heng. A rag lay nearby, and Shi Min’s wide eyes were filled with panic and desperate pleas.

“Bro! Bro! I was wrong! Please, don’t hit me again! It might be fatal if you keep hitting me, ahhhhh!”

Meanwhile, He Heng stood by the table, reversing Shi Min’s hands once again before delivering another kick.

Thinking about the unethical things Shi Min had done and how close he came to jeopardizing his mission, He Heng couldn’t contain his anger. Shi Min had the audacity to call him “brother”? He wasn’t that kind of brother.

“What did you just say to me? I’m your father! How do you talk to your father?” He Heng sneered.

Shi Min immediately shouted, “Dad! Dad! I was wrong! Please, don’t hit me!”

Pain has a way of clouding one’s judgment, and that saying held true in this situation.

As long as He Heng was willing to stop, Shi Min could call him “grandpa” if needed.

On the other hand, Shi Shaowen, witnessing everything, found it challenging to calm his emotions. Shi Min had always been unruly, never showing proper respect. Apart from the time he called Shi Shaowen “dad” in their dispute over family assets, he had never addressed him that way.

However, just moments ago, Shi Min had called He Heng “dad” twice.

In a sense, it was equivalent to calling him “grandpa.”

Noticing the people outside the door, He Heng released Shi Min and walked out.

Well, he had given him enough “education” just now.

Shi Min was suddenly pulled up, and after staggering for a moment, he managed to stand somewhat steady. The pain from the earlier beating still lingered vividly in his memory. He stumbled out of the small room, and when he met He Heng’s gaze outside,

Shi Min was so frightened that he almost kneeled on the spot. Involuntarily, he blurted out,

“Dad.”

He Heng: “…”

Shi Shaowen: “…”

How did they end up with a troublemaker who randomly called people “dad”?

Amid the shocked gazes of everyone, Shi Min quickly corrected himself, “P-President He.”

He Heng sat on the sofa and motioned to his subordinates.

The lead bodyguard approached him and respectfully inquired, “President He, any orders?”

He Heng pointed at Shi Min, “Take him to the strictest drug rehabilitation center. Don’t release him until he’s back to normal.”

Shi Min immediately panicked, claiming that sending him there was equivalent to a death sentence. He cried and begged He Heng not to do this.

“Oh, that works too,” He Heng said nonchalantly, nodding. “Li Dazhuang’s people are urgently looking for him, right? They even said they’d turn him into minced meat once they find him. It’s convenient if you just take him there directly, saving us from releasing a threat to society.”

At his words, Shi Min’s face turned pale. If he were thrown into the hands of Li Dazhuang, would he have any chance of survival? Realizing this, Shi Min’s attitude took a complete 180-degree turn. “No! I’ll go, I’ll go!”

As his subordinates led Shi Min away,

“If you ever dare to do something like this again and I find out that you’re threatening my Omega in private,” He Heng turned to look at him with a stern expression, “do it once, lose a finger. If fingers aren’t enough, we’ll move on to toes.”

The words were delivered in a tone mimicking that of a mafia godfather from a movie. Of course, He Heng had no intention of actually carrying out such actions.

However, when spoken with such seriousness, it frightened Shi Min. His legs went weak, and he couldn’t even walk properly. In the end, he was escorted out by others.

After dealing with Shi Min, He Heng walked out of Shi Shaowen’s small house, accompanied by Shi Shuang.

Walking through the narrow hallway, He Heng moved ahead of Shi Shuang without glancing sideways. As they walked, he spoke to the people behind him.

“Transfer your sister to A High School. It’s an elite private school with comprehensive security measures. Plus, they have laws protecting Omega rights. It’ll be good for her future. Next Monday, I’ll have my people take her to complete the enrollment process. You won’t have to worry about her anymore.”

However, before he could finish, Shi Shuang suddenly grabbed his sleeve. He Heng halted and turned around. Shi Shuang stood there, looking up at him with a puzzled expression.

“Why are you doing this? Why help me?”

Earlier, when He Heng declared “my Omega” to Shi Min at Shi Shaowen’s house, Shi Shuang found it increasingly difficult to contain himself. His heart rate became erratic, and he couldn’t calm his racing heart.

The previous “He Heng” would only use his sister as a threat, never considering Shi Shuang’s feelings. However, over the past month, it seemed like the person had undergone a complete transformation.

Even the scent of pheromones had changed.

He wanted to know why this was happening.

Shi Shuang had naturally fair skin, and when his emotions stirred, his eyes would turn slightly red, giving him a strangely aggrieved appearance.

Looking at the persistent gaze and the gradually magnifying face of the other person, He Heng was momentarily stunned. How could he explain this?

Unconsciously, he took several steps backward until his back pressed against the hallway wall. The Omega, who was a head shorter than him, blocked his way.

He Heng’s brain began to rapidly churn,

What could he say to make Shi Shuang stop questioning?

He couldn’t reveal that he wasn’t the original owner.

Just then, the alert sound of “Ding! Ding!” rang out again.

996: [Warning, host! Do not utter words that violate the original owner’s Domineering President character!]

Damn, how does the Domineering President speak?

But now, He Heng’s mind was utterly blank. He couldn’t come up with a single line befitting the Domineering President. So, he had no choice but to turn to 996 for help, ‘Quick, give me something that fits the Domineering President’s character! Save me!’

[Connecting to data…]

[Here are some common Domineering President quotes found in collected novels:]

With a “Ding!” sound, these lines entered He Heng’s mind:

[I’m giving you my life.]

[You’ve successfully caught my attention.]

[Little one, you’re the first to dare to do this.]

[This is my card, use it.]

[Besides money, I can’t give you anything else.]

[You’re only worthy of pleasing me. Remember your place.]

[Also, it’s best to deliver these lines with the classic expression: a devilish and arrogant smile.]

“Why aren’t you answering me?”

Shi Shuang took another step towards him, and their noses were almost about to touch.

In that split second,

He Heng grabbed Shi Shuang’s wrist, spun him around, and their positions immediately reversed. He pressed the other against the wall in a “domineering” manner, not forgetting to use his other hand to protect the back of Shi Shuang’s head.

Taking advantage of his height and physique, He Heng completely cornered Shi Shuang. He then raised a smile that was three parts disdainful, three parts indifferent, and four parts casual.

“Little one, you’re the first to dare to talk to me like this.”

The deep voice sprayed into Shi Shuang’s ears, making his face suddenly flush.

“You’re only worthy of pleasing me. Remember your place. Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t ask.”

At his words, Shi Shuang stared at him in surprise. Before he could recover from this somewhat absurd and mesmerizing dialogue, a black card was suddenly handed to him. Looking down, he realized it was He Heng’s unlimited credit card.

Facing the man’s “cold and ruthless” gaze, the icy tone echoed once again,

“This is my card, use it.”

“Besides money, I can’t give you anything else.”

Shi Shuang looked at him, his long lashes trembling slightly as he softly said, “I didn’t say I want your money.”

“Well,” He Heng adjusted his tie, suddenly lowered his head, and domineeringly approached the Omega,

“I’m giving you my life.”

His face carried an air of nonchalance and nonsense, but out of sight, due to the overly chuuni lines, his ears turned red from nervousness.

And at that moment,

“Bang!” A loud crash of a falling object brought both of them back to reality.

He Heng and Shi Shuang turned their heads simultaneously,

At the corner of the corridor, someone’s handbag had fallen, and the drawing tools inside were scattered all over the floor.

Shi Mu, who had just returned home from school, stood there, staring at them in astonishment. She was so startled that her mouth hung open, her gaze fixed on the hand that He Heng still firmly held Shi Shuang’s wrist, forgetting to bend down to pick up her things.

 

 

 

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