SSEWC Chapter 2

Today, the winds at the top of the Tian Sheng building are particularly noisy.

In the center of the circular space stands a massive “H” marking He Heng’s private helipad.

This setup, this grandeur, truly befits a conglomerate CEO with a net worth in the billions.

However, He Heng has no time to appreciate all of this at the moment because there’s another significant trouble before him.

His group of ineffective bodyguards are currently gathered below the terrace, exchanging glances, none daring to make a move.

“Go, go, all of you, step aside.” He Heng walked through them, waving his hand to dismiss them. Soon, he caught sight of the solitary figure standing at the edge of the terrace.

Onlookers enjoyed a good spectacle, but if they accidentally provoked Shi Shuang, things might get out of hand. What if he couldn’t handle it?

He could jump here, inadvertently sending himself away, and they would also be implicated.

What a guy,

One dies, two lives.

The bodyguards, upon seeing He Heng, displayed a nervous demeanor. The reason was simple – their boss was too unpredictable, and they were well aware that beneath He Heng’s icy exterior lay a ruthless and cunning mind.

Recognizing their mistake as He Heng finally arrived, they felt a sense of guilt. With respect, they greeted, “Mr. He,” and then lowered their heads, stepping back.

Shi Shuang stood at the edge of the rooftop, wearing an ill-fitting white shirt. The wind rustled the hem, making his slender figure seem precarious, as if he might sway and fall at any moment. A glimpse of fair skin showed beneath the sleeve, even paler than the fabric.

That flash of white caught He Heng’s eye.

In that moment, Shi Shuang turned around, locking eyes with He Heng.

Beneath his dark and thick lashes, Shi Shuang’s amber eyes appeared like a stagnant pool, calm and undisturbed. A beauty mark adorned the corner of his eye, and his skin was pale to the point of looking unhealthy.

His lips were naturally plump and slightly upturned, a feature that would typically be charming but lacked color.

Shi Shuang’s appearance was enchanting, undoubtedly, with expressive eyes. However, at this moment, a profound sense of loneliness filled him.

This glance left He Heng momentarily stunned. Shi Shuang’s beauty was not just skin deep. The scene of this beautiful man shedding tears suddenly made him understand why the so-called “scum” protagonist had imprisoned him.

Wait a minute,

Snap out of it! What are you thinking?

The terrifying thought of being possessed by the so-called “scum” protagonist flashed through his mind like lightning.

Thinking too wildly about fanfiction is dangerous; you could “godie”¹go die the next second.

This is risky, He Heng reminded himself. He immediately pushed away the thought from his mind.

Someone this good-looking should explore the world more, he thought.

Seemingly moved by the helpless look in the other’s eyes, He Heng instinctively took a step closer. His hand, seemingly acting on its own, reached out. He almost blurted out the classic line from “Titanic”:

“You jump, I jump.”

Upon realizing what he had just done, He Heng wished he could slap his own hand right then and there.

Would someone with the original owner’s indifferent personality do such a thing?

However, Shi Shuang was blissfully unaware of He Heng’s rich internal turmoil. After seeing He Heng’s face, he almost felt a visceral aversion because he knew that beneath the handsome façade of a well-dressed man, there was no heart.

But in that brief moment of locking eyes, the gaze from the other party seemed different from the usual. Those eyes no longer held boundless indifference and mockery.

He Heng’s bright pupils trembled ever so slightly, reflecting his own figure.

Whether Shi Shuang was experiencing a delusion or not, the gaze from the other party surprisingly appeared sincere.

Watching He Heng extend his hand towards him, Shi Shuang’s hands, which were hanging by his side, began to tremble slightly. It was the instinctual struggle of his survival instinct.

Deep within Shi Shuang’s heart, there still lingered an attachment to life. He wanted to live, but in this tense moment, He Heng’s gaze gradually lowered, eventually landing on the slightly trembling hand of Shi Shuang. On his left wrist, there was a dark red scald mark that stood out starkly, making those pure and delicate hands bear an indelible flaw.

And this was the masterpiece of the original owner.

Shi Shuang was originally a brilliant and extraordinarily talented pianist. He started playing the piano at the age of five and won first place in the World Piano Competition Youth Division at the age of twelve. At the age of seventeen, he served as the opening guest for the Saint Venise Music Festival, holding a solo concert in the renowned Blue Hall.

He was once hailed as a “genius prodigy,” with reports praising him, saying, “Those are hands kissed by God.”

However, everything he built with his own hands collapsed in his eighteenth year.

At the age of eighteen, Shi Shuang underwent Omega differentiation, becoming the abandoned son of his father, Shi Shaowen. After graduating from university, he was married off like a commodity to the emerging business tycoon and top-tier Alpha, He Heng.

Since then, the piano lid closed before him. The original owner’s desire for control went off the charts. He didn’t allow Shi Shuang to touch the piano again and prohibited him from appearing in public without his permission.

However, later on, the Shi family was completely ruined by Shi Min, Shi Shaowen’s illegitimate son and Shi Shuang’s half-brother. The meager family fortune was taken away by the original owner, leaving the Shi family drowning in debt. They couldn’t even afford the tuition for Shi Shuang’s younger sister.

Shi Shuang knew the original owner was a cold-blooded person. After all the malicious things he had done, there was no way he would extend a helping hand.

At this point, the fate of the Shi family was sealed, with Shi Shaowen aging and his brother, Shi Min, being an Alpha who only knew how to squander wealth. As the eldest son, Shi Shuang decided to step forward.

He didn’t want his Omega sister to follow in his footsteps. After the downfall of the Shi family, in order to earn tuition for his sister and repay the debts, he often sneaked off to bars to play the piano when the original owner wasn’t paying attention.

Those hands kissed by God began to cater to people’s more mundane tastes.

Inside the bar, people from all walks of life gathered, and Shi Shuang often endured ridicule and mockery. The once noble and proud young master had to bow down to life, enduring insults and various challenges from customers, all for the sake of earning money.

Even though he was extremely cautious every time he sneaked out, it didn’t take long for the original owner to discover everything.

Upon learning about this, the original owner was furious. For the first time, he physically attacked Shi Shuang, pressing a cigarette butt with sparks onto Shi Shuang’s wrist, leaving an indelible scar.

Then, the original owner completely confined Shi Shuang, assigning people to monitor his every move in real-time and cutting off all ties between him and the Shi family.

From that point onward, Shi Shuang’s life was completely sealed off, and he never slipped out again.

Today, after many days, he managed to escape from the control of the original owner’s bodyguards for the first time.

He had endured the sunless life for far too long.

He Heng’s gaze triggered memories of the past for Shi Shuang. The next moment, the faint light in his eyes disappeared, replaced once again by an icy and silent stillness.

How could he possibly reciprocate expectations from the person before him?

This time, he managed to escape. If he were captured by He Heng again, he would likely endure retaliation a hundredfold.

At the thought of this, Shi Shuang’s pupils contracted sharply. He took another step back, the edge of one foot already stepping into thin air. The incessant sounds of traffic roared from the street below, and behind him was a seemingly endless abyss.

The voice of System 996 echoed once again,

[Warning! The protagonist’s current actions are very dangerous. Please intervene as soon as possible!]

Watching Shi Shuang gradually retreat, the flicker of hope that had ignited in He Heng’s eyes was extinguished. He furrowed his brows slightly, realizing that the original owner’s actions were truly despicable.

But contemplating the current situation, the realization that his fate now depended on the other’s level of blackening was like a karmic cycle turning—retribution for the sins “he” had committed.

Seeing this, He Heng retracted his hand and opened his own palms, signaling that he wouldn’t do anything. Then, he took a step back, giving Shi Shuang enough space, ensuring that he wouldn’t feel threatened.

He tried to keep his tone steady, “Come down first. Whatever it is, we can talk about it when we get back.”

“There’s nothing to discuss between you and me.” Shi Shuang lowered his eyes, his tone indifferent, lips curving with a hint of sarcasm.

Just then, a strong gust of wind swept by, carrying a faint fragrance. He Heng was momentarily distracted.

The scent, though light, inexplicably made a shiver run down He Heng’s spine, as if a subtle electric current had touched him.

He furrowed his brows and communicated with the system, ‘What’s this smell? Did he spray perfume? What kind of perfume, strawberry-flavored?’

System 996: […]

[This is the scent of Shi Shuang’s pheromones.]

[Host, don’t forget, you are currently in an ABO world. I specifically chose the scent of lime that matches his pheromones the best for you.]

[In the ABO worldview, there are six genders, apart from male and female, there are Alpha, Beta, and Omega.]

[And the protagonist, Shi Shuang, is an Omega. Omegas have the ability to reproduce and give birth.]

Male-male relationships with the ability to give birth?

He Heng hadn’t fully recovered from this mind-boggling revelation when the system’s words were abruptly interrupted.

His chubby secretary, Ji Yuan, finally caught up to them in the hallway, panting, “Mr. He! Something’s not good!”

He Heng turned around, and just when he wanted to ask whether he had orbited the Earth six times and time-traveled back ten minutes, Ji Yuan’s words were suddenly interrupted.

Behind Ji Yuan, a group of media reporters emerged, holding cameras and tripods, frantically snapping photos of He Heng and Shi Shuang.

For a moment, camera flashes went off incessantly, blinding everyone.

He Heng instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.

“Mr. He, it’s not good! It seems someone captured a photo of Mr. Shi standing on the rooftop and posted it on social media. When the media got wind of it, they somehow infiltrated Tian Sheng building. I-I can’t stop them at all,” Ji Yuan exclaimed.

This time, Ji Yuan managed to finish his sentence, but his voice was drowned out amid the crowd of people frantically taking photos with flashing lights.

Seeing the chaos, the bodyguards quickly stepped in to intervene, but with the overwhelming number of people, they could only keep them at a certain distance, unable to prevent them from taking pictures.

Shi Shuang, already at the brink of collapse, was now bombarded by countless bright flashes on his face.

The experience of becoming a target, a subject of others’ ridicule, brought back painful memories for Shi Shuang. His fingertips trembled slightly, and he began to tilt uncontrollably backward.

[Warning! Warning! The protagonist seems to be under stress, severe emotional fluctuations! Blackening value is rapidly rising, about to exceed 100!]

[Current blackening value: 96…]

One wave after another.

With the imminent crisis before him, He Heng didn’t even have time to lament. He could only rapidly consider countermeasures in his mind.

[97…98…]

In this critical moment, all the information the system mentioned earlier rushed into He Heng’s mind.

ABO world?

Shi Shuang is an Omega?

Men can get pregnant?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit He Heng. He thought of a brilliant idea.

No matter what, as long as he could divert the attention of these reporters now, draw Shi Shuang’s focus away, he was willing to go all out!

What’s face worth?

It’s not edible, is it essential to life?

So, the next moment, everyone saw He Heng, who had exuded a cold and distant aura, suddenly pale, clutching his lower abdomen in apparent pain. He bent over in agony, tightly biting his lip, and his voice began to tremble.

In front of everyone, he uttered a sentence,

“I-I’m carrying your child. How can you bear to abandon the both of us?!”

The entire venue fell into a sudden silence, even the camera flashes ceased to flicker.

A “clatter!” sounded as someone, too shocked to maintain their grip, dropped their camera to the ground.

The bodyguards were also stunned. He Heng’s words just now seemed to shatter their worldview like glass hitting the ground.

If it weren’t for the sound of wind still blowing past their ears, they would have thought the scene before them had frozen.

Shi Shuang’s astonishment rivaled that of anyone present. The pain and despair he felt just a moment ago were instantly scared away by He Heng’s statement.

Standing on the rooftop, his appearance began to disarray in the wind.

Unconsciously, a series of three questions popped into his mind:

Who is he? Where is he? What was he about to do just now?

The next moment, Shi Shuang raised one eyebrow, desperately trying to control his expression from breaking down. He took a few steps forward, looking at He Heng with an incredulous expression, as if to say, “Are you serious?”

At this moment, the reporters seemed to have finally come back to their senses. How could they miss such an important scoop?!

As a result, everyone ignored Shi Shuang’s presence and continued to bombard He Heng’s face with questions:

“Is what you said just now true?”

“Are you really pregnant?”

“Can you tell everyone, as an Alpha, what secrets are there to increase the chances of pregnancy?”

Seeing that his actions had the desired effect, He Heng continued to clutch his lower abdomen, feigning a look of pain. At the same time, he adjusted the angle of his face slightly, revealing a standard smile—neither too much nor too little—exposing just eight teeth to ensure that when the cameras captured him, he would look more handsome.

After witnessing all of this, System 996 couldn’t help but spit out an elegant Chinese phrase:

[Damn..]

Even its mechanical tone seemed to change.

They were professionals and generally refrained from using coarse language unless they couldn’t help it.

And He Heng was the first host to successfully break through 996’s defenses.

 

 

 

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