ABO Desire Episode 10 (1/3) Sheng Shaoyou Vs Shen WenLang

0:04 That afternoon, the air inside the Shang household felt heavier than usual. Shen Wenling had brought over something extraordinary, something that could save lives. It was a special medicine sealed inside a small box. But this wasn't just any medicine. The price was shocking, worth more than 100 billion. It wasn't just expensive in money. To everyone watching, it felt like this medicine was bought with something even more painful. As if it was life exchanged for life. Inside his study, Shangg Xiao Yu sat at his desk in silence. He held his phone in his hand, staring at the black screen as he dialed Hua Yongs number again and again. But no matter how many times he tried, the response was always the same. The

0:49 phone you're trying to reach is turned off. Each time he heard that robotic voice, his heart achd a little more. It was the kind of pain that numbs you, creeping up from the chest until your whole body feels hollow. At that moment, he didn't want to see anyone, not even Shang Fang, who was supposed to take the medicine. So instead, he asked Chun Pinming to go in his place and pick up the box from the hospital. An hour later, his phone rang. It was Chun Pinming. His voice was cautious. Boss, aren't you coming in person? Shang Xiao Yu froze, then forced a rough laugh. What for? What am I going to do there? I'm not a doctor. But his throat was tight. Even though he tried to bury

1:35 himself in work, the pain clawed its way back, spilling out of him no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He gripped the sharp edge of his tablet so hard that his knuckles turned white. His voice was when he spoke again. I'm not a doctor, Chen. On the other side of the line, Chen Pinming hesitated. His words seemed caught in his throat before he finally said, "But Mr. Hua is here, too." At Hessi Private Hospital, the atmosphere was tense. This wasn't an ordinary hospital. It was the most expensive, the most prestigious medical center in all of Jiangu in Shanghai. politicians, celebrities, billionaires. This was where they came when they needed treatment. The hallways were wide,

2:21 decorated luxuriously, and eerily quiet compared to the crowded public hospitals. The fees were so high that only the richest of the rich could afford to be here. But today, the silence was shattered. A dozen men in black stormed into lobby of the impatient building. Their expressions were grim, their footsteps heavy. The family sitting near the payment counter turned their heads curiously. Who could possibly be so important that they brought this many bodyguards into Hessie? Leading the group was none other than Shang Xiao Yu. His mind wasn't on the stairs or the whispers around him. His only thought was simple, sharp, and burning. How do I get Hua Yong back from Shen Wenling? Chunpming had already tipped him off. Bos Shang, Mr. Hua just

3:07 went down to the basement, but Shen Wanling is with him. It's hard to follow. The elevator doors opened slowly, but Shang Xiao Yu didn't wait. Instead, he turned toward the stairs. His footsteps echoed with urgency, each step faster than the last. But his body wasn't cooperating. His legs achd. His lower body felt as if it was being torn apart. Each movement was torture. One of the bodyguards noticed. Boss, are you all right? Do you need help? Shangg Xiao Yu, pale-faced and sweating, only shook his head. No, he couldn't show weakness now. Finally, they reached the basement. Dot Kama under the artificial lights. A

3:52 silver gray luxury car gleamed brightly. It was unmistakable. It was Shen Wenlings. Just like the man himself, the car was ostentatious, demanding attention. Shen Wenling stood beside it, dressed neatly in a dark business suit as if he had come straight from an important meeting. And next to him was Hua Yong. For a moment, Shang Xiao Yu couldn't breathe. Hu Yong was bundled in layers of clothing. But something about him felt unbearably fragile. From the back, his posture looked wrong. His thin shoulders slightly hunched. his waist bent almost as if he was being forced down by invisible chains. And then Shangg Xiao Yuyu saw it. Shen Wenlangs arm wrapped around Hu

4:39 Yongs shoulders, pushing him gently, but firmly toward the car. Hu Yong didn't resist. He didn't struggle. But to Shang Xia Yu, that silence was worse than anything. It was as if Hu Yongs bent waist and curved back were silently crying out for help. Hua Yong. His voice cracked as he called out the name. The figure froze instantly. Hu Yongs back stiffened and his waist straightened as if those two simple words had jolted him awake. But Shen Wenling only tightened his grip, pressing down harder on his shoulder. Without even glancing back, he forced Hua Yang into the car. The door slammed shut. The engine started slowly. The silver gray car began to roll forward.

5:25 And at that moment, Shang Xiao Yu felt it like someone had carved a hollow hole straight through his chest. His eyes turned red. His throat locked up, and yet no words came out. The bodyguards looked at his expression and without a word, they acted. They stepped forward as one, blocking the car's path. The driver honked once, twice, three times, but the men stood like statues. The car couldn't move. Finally, with a creek, the back door opened. Shen Wenling stepped out casually, one hand still on the car door. His expression was calm, confident, even a little amused. "Master Shang," he asked, his tone dripping with

6:10 mockery. "What exactly are you trying to do?" Shangg Xiaoyu glared at him, his voice was like ice. "Where'ss Hu Yang? Give him back to me." Shen Wenls lips curled into a smile. Give him back to you. He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with playful cruelty. Since when was he yours? What right do you have to demand him back? The implication was sharp, almost unbearable, as if Shen Wenling was openly declaring that the one who should be in his bed by his side was none other than Hua Yong. Shangg Xiao Yus jaw tightened. His voice came out low and firm. Bring him back. At his signal, the bodyguards moved instantly. They rushed to the other side of the car and yanked

6:56 the door open. Inside, Hua Yong sat quietly, but he didn't move. The bodyguards hesitated. This wasn't some stranger. This was Hua Yong, the person closest to Shang Xiao Yu. None of them dared to touch him without permission. Shen Wenling leaned lazily against the car, completely unbothered. His tone was almost casual, like an old man with all the time in the world. Without even turning his head, he asked softly, "Hu Yong, do you want to go back with him?" Silence. From where he stood, Shang Xiao Yuyu could only see Hu Yongs pale profile through the crack of the open door. Hu Yongs lips were pressed tightly together. His expression was unreadable, and still he didn't move.

7:43 The basement air felt colder than ever. Shang Xiao Yus heart twisted violently inside his chest. Was Hua Yong choosing to stay? Or was he too broken to even answer? Either way, the pain tore through him, sharper than any blade. And that's where we'll pause this chapter of the story. What do you think Hu Yong is truly feeling? Is he silently asking for help, or has Shen Wanling's control already swallowed him whole? Drop your thoughts in the comments below. I'd love to hear your theories. If you enjoyed this narration, don't forget to hit like, subscribe, and turn on the notification bell so you won't miss the next episode.