TMDP CH 1

1. I Want a Million

The Han family of Yunbang is wealthy enough to rival a nation.

The Han ancestors were originally nobles, among the rare elite aristocratic Qianyuan families. In later generations, some turned to business, others to politics, expanding the family’s influence across industries—food, medicine, transportation, commerce, entertainment—forming an empire with reach and power across all sectors. Their lineage was strengthened not only by noble blood but by vast wealth and connections, with ties spanning both lawful and underground circles.

It’s said that wealth doesn’t last beyond three generations. However, the Han family has defied this adage, growing in size and solidarity. The family’s power remains as strong as ever, as it’s now the seventh generation, each carefully following the tradition of passing down the legacy to the eldest legitimate son. This lineage is upheld partly because each of these heirs, throughout generations, has been the most capable among them. Every Han family successor possesses a steadfast, resilient character and extraordinary intelligence, and without fail, each has differentiated as the strongest of the Qianyuan—what is today called an Alpha.

Han Mingxiu, age twenty-seven, is next in line as the eighth-generation successor. As the eldest legitimate son and the most outstanding Alpha in the family, he stands at the top of the pyramid.

But he has a secret that no one else knows.

Han Mingxiu sat in a private room on the second floor of a club, surrounded by a group of people—Director Wang, Director Li, and others. He barely cared about their presence. These people only wanted to curry favor with the Han family, eager to host whenever the young master decided to have fun. Someone had recommended this newly opened Galloping Horse Club, and with little interest, Han Mingxiu went to check it out.

Unexpectedly, with just a glance, he saw him.

That damned guy.

Squinting his eyes, Han Mingxiu glared at the person below, his cold gaze reflected in the glass. The others followed his line of sight, noticing that Young Master Han was looking through the one-way glass, watching a server weaving through the crowd on the first-floor dance floor.

Li Jiasheng, being perceptive, immediately called the manager over and requested to bring the man upstairs. The manager wasted no time, went downstairs, found the server, and led him up to the private room.

Han Mingxiu kept his eyes fixed on the dance floor, watching as the manager approached the server and said a few words. The server shook his head and even looked up at the mirrored glass on the second floor with a puzzled expression.

The manager didn’t care whether he was willing or not, grabbing him and dragging him along. Xia Ye, slender and lean, couldn’t resist the manager’s grip, being practically hauled up to the second floor like a helpless chick and brought into the private room.

In the room, Han Mingxiu’s cold expression softened into a slight, unkind smile. He gave Xia Ye a slow, deliberate look, his gaze full of veiled malice.

Xia Ye, utterly bewildered as the manager dragged him into the private room, had no idea what he’d done wrong. But as soon as he saw Han Mingxiu, an icy feeling engulfed him from head to toe.

The overwhelming scent of silver fir filled the air, crashing over Xia Ye like a wave, and he nearly collapsed under its force.

Everyone in the room was a Beta and shouldn’t have been able to detect any pheromone scent. However, the Alpha’s release was so intense that it enveloped Xia Ye completely. A few of the more sensitive Betas whispered among themselves, wondering if they smelled something strange, confusedly assuming it was some sort of cologne Xia Ye had worn in.

Xia Ye was no unaffected Beta; he was an Omega. An Omega who had once been marked by the man standing before him.

He had been temporarily marked, only to be abandoned later. Now, he was an unclaimed Omega.

Due to his past connection with Han Mingxiu, Xia Ye was utterly defenseless against his pheromones. Now, wrapped roughly in the sharp scent of silver fir, he felt none of the comfort he once associated with it. What had once made him feel so at ease now chilled him to the bone. The cold scent sliced through him, leaving him shivering, his teeth clenched to hold himself together.

Han Mingxiu’s smile didn’t reach his eyes as he greeted Xia Ye, “Hello, long time no see.” Narrowing his eyes, he intensified the pressure. Xia Ye’s knees buckled, and he sank to the floor by the sofa, breaking out in a cold sweat as he struggled to catch his breath.

The others quickly caught on, dismissing Xia Ye with sneers, assuming he was just a debauched Omega who had been weakened by an Alpha’s presence.

Han Mingxiu chuckled as well and turned to the club manager. “I’m buying him for the night.”

“Yes, yes,” the manager responded repeatedly, though his expression held a hint of hesitation. He couldn’t afford to offend such a valued guest, yet… Glancing at Xia Ye, who was barely holding himself up, the manager’s expression softened with a hint of pity. “Mr. Han, he’s just a server. He… doesn’t work that kind of service. I’m afraid he might not understand the rules and ruin your mood.”

“Oh, he doesn’t offer…that kind of service? Is this some old trick to play hard-to-get?” Han Mingxiu shook his head. “Isn’t it just a ploy to drive up the price? How much? How much would you even dare ask for a tainted Omega?”

The manager stood by, drenched in cold sweat, not daring to respond. But Xia Ye, still propped up on the floor, struggled to lift his head. “A hundred,” he murmured, his gaze hazy yet defiant. “I want a million.” He’d called out a ludicrously high price, hoping to make Han Mingxiu back off. But he forgot—one million was nothing to someone like Han Mingxiu.

The others in the private room were stunned for a moment before bursting into collective laughter. They laughed at his shamelessness for putting a price on himself, and at his ignorance for asking such an absurd amount.

“Do you really think you’re worth a million?” Han Mingxiu asked with amused curiosity amid their ridicule. Everyone thought the Omega had lost his mind, and the laughter grew louder. Yet, in that lively atmosphere, Han Mingxiu replied, “Fine, one million.” The room fell silent, and even Xia Ye looked up in shock, eyes wide.

Han Mingxiu stood up and roughly pulled Xia Ye to his feet. Xia Ye couldn’t stand, so he was thrown over Han Mingxiu’s shoulder like a sack, and they exited the room.

There were guest rooms upstairs. Han Mingxiu carried him into the elevator, pressing the button for the fifth floor. Xia Ye’s stomach pressed painfully against Han Mingxiu’s shoulder, and he felt he might vomit. Han moved quickly, his steps unsteady, making Xia Ye dizzy and nauseous. Once they reached the room, Han Mingxiu threw him onto the bed like a discarded bag.

Before Xia Ye could catch his breath, he looked up and saw Han Mingxiu’s hand already reaching for his tie, loosening it. Terrified, Xia Ye scrambled to escape, but after crawling only a few steps, his body collapsed.

Han Mingxiu unleashed his pheromones without restraint, engulfing Xia Ye in a tidal wave that seeped into every pore.

Xia Ye felt as though he was drowning.

His body was weak, completely subdued by Han Mingxiu’s pheromones, but he wasn’t in heat.

To protect himself, he had obtained potent suppressants from the black market to inhibit his scent and suppress his heat cycle. But the medication was too strong and wasn’t a certified, safe product. After using it a few times, his gland was damaged.

Han Mingxiu grabbed Xia Ye’s thin, pale ankle and pulled him closer. He touched the gland at the back of Xia Ye’s neck with a sense of puzzlement. In the past, when Xia Ye was aroused, his gland would swell slightly, pulsing like a ripe fruit, enticing, with a fresh and alluring scent that reminded him of the crisp rind of a watermelon. As things heated up, the aroma would mature, becoming rich, sweet, and juicy, yet never cloying.

But now, it was gone. There was no ripe fruit, no scent. Han Mingxiu’s dry fingers pressed against the back of Xia Ye’s neck, making him shiver. The area felt thin and sickly yellow. Han Mingxiu inhaled carefully and could barely detect a faint watermelon scent, mixed with a hint of milk.

Han Mingxiu frowned. This wasn’t the fragrance he remembered—it was too faint, almost diluted to the point of disgust.

Without hesitation, he tore Xia Ye’s shirt and pulled down his pants, stripping him bare while he remained fully clothed.

“Where’s your Alpha?” Han Mingxiu looked down at the trembling figure lying on the bed, his gaze sweeping over every inch of his exposed skin. “Does he know you’re selling yourself? He actually lets you do this?” Han reached out, his fingers brushing against Xia Ye. He had lost so much weight, his once beautiful, sculpted form now reduced to skin and bones, ribs visible beneath the surface.

It seemed he hadn’t been living well these past years. Perfect. Han Mingxiu’s mouth curled into a brief smile.

“I…I don’t have an Alpha.” Xia Ye lay limp on the bed, turning his head away to avoid Han Mingxiu’s gaze. He couldn’t bear to look at those eyes, filled with contempt and disgust. Taking a deep breath, he tried to explain, “I…I’m not…selling myself.” His voice was barely audible, but hearing Han Mingxiu’s scornful laugh made him realize he’d already sold himself. Just moments ago, he’d agreed to the one million price, handing himself over to Han Mingxiu.

Xia Ye’s lips pressed together tightly, feeling a pang of humiliation.

“Not selling?” Han Mingxiu leaned over him, supporting himself on one arm as his other hand grasped Xia Ye’s left n*pple, squeezing it hard.

“Hiss…” Xia Ye sucked in a sharp breath, instinctively trying to cover his chest, but his hand was slapped away.

Han’s fingers kept pinching, and Xia Ye heard him sneer, “Your n*pples are this dark—how many men have sucked on them?”

“No…that’s not…it’s not like that…” Xia Ye tried to explain but then stopped himself. Han didn’t ask further; he didn’t care. His gaze traveled downward, taking in Xia Ye’s pale, emaciated torso. Below was sparse body hair and his soft, slender gen*talia lying limp between his legs.

Han’s eyes narrowed further, and his hand finally released Xia Ye’s now-swollen chest. His grip shifted down to Xia Ye’s hip, fingers pushing aside some hair to reveal an ugly scar. It was an old mark, but the rough stitching showed how hastily it had been done.

So, he’d actually given birth? He really had that bastard’s child. No wonder his pheromones had a faint hint of milk—lingering traces from nursing.

The anger Han Mingxiu had been holding back flared up again, surging through him.

Even though he’d known about Xia Ye’s disgraceful actions, seeing this weakened, broken body in front of him made his fury explode.

This is the price of betrayal.

Han Mingxiu couldn’t bear to look at him any longer and reached over to turn off the light, leaving only a faint glow from the moon outside. His hand moved down, threading through the soft curls of hair between Xia Ye’s legs, grasping his limp member. Xia Ye’s body gave a violent shudder, unable to break free.

Han unzipped his trousers and pulled down his underwear, his er*ction springing free from the opening. He flipped Xia Ye over, positioning him on his hands and knees with his hips raised, pressing himself against his entrance, clearly intending to enter without any preparation.

“W-Wait, hold on,” Xia Ye panted in alarm. Since encountering Han Mingxiu and entering this room, Han’s pheromones had crushed him, rendering him weak and immobilized. Han’s biting words and rough handling left Xia Ye with no will to resist—his only thought now was to protect himself from injury. Summoning the last of his strength, he reached toward the bedside drawer, hoping to find some lubricant inside.

As the drawer slid open, its contents became visible. In the dim light, Han caught a glimpse of what was inside and froze momentarily. They’d never needed these back when they were together, but things were different now; it was necessary to use one.

Han let out a dry chuckle, picking up a small square packet and tearing it open, slipping it on himself. “Did you think I’d dare enter without protection?” he sneered before thrusting in without giving Xia Ye any time to brace himself.

Whether it was from Han’s scornful words or the searing pain behind him, Xia Ye let out a stifled whimper and went limp, unable even to hold himself on his knees.

Han gripped Xia Ye’s waist, finding it incredibly difficult to move. Xia Ye was indeed tight, but the dryness of his passage made it almost impassable—something that had never happened before.

Han slowly began to realize something was wrong. Xia Ye was a true Omega; even without any prior foreplay, the presence of an Alpha’s pheromones should have been enough to send him into heat. Xia Ye was extremely sensitive to him, and if Han forgot to hold back, just a stray whiff of his scent would leave Xia Ye drenched, his watermelon-like sweetness filling the room and blending with Han’s cool pine scent into a heady fragrance.

Back then, after basketball practice, Han would often show up at Xia Ye’s small rented room under the excuse of needing a shower. The moment he entered, his deliberate release of pheromones would leave Xia Ye flushed and breathless. By the time he finished his shower, Xia Ye would be weak, hiding behind his desk, pressing his legs together tightly to hold back his need, his big eyes blinking shyly yet adorably, silently scolding Han’s teasing.

They met when Xia Ye was a freshman, just eighteen, ranking top of his class. Han Mingxiu, at twenty-two, was already in his second year of graduate school, having skipped two grades. With an 88% pheromone compatibility, they’d instinctively gravitated towards each other on campus, inseparable ever since. That springtime of youth was a beautiful time. Xia Ye was sweet, Han Mingxiu protective—a pair of academic prodigies who had once been the campus’s most heartwarming sight.

How time had changed things. Now, at twenty-three, Xia Ye was rough and dried out, while twenty-seven-year-old Han Mingxiu harbored a heart full of resentment.

Han Mingxiu, filled with resentment, knew Xia Ye’s body was unwell but didn’t care. The person he once cherished so dearly no longer deserved it. The one beneath him now was just a plaything he’d bought for a million.

He could do whatever he wanted.

Ignoring the painful resistance, Han pushed through. At first, his movements were labored, but gradually, some slickness eased the friction, allowing him to move faster and faster. Beneath him, Xia Ye’s body was tightly curled up, trying to shrink away, but his hips couldn’t escape. His lower half remained bound to Han’s body as though joined, even as Han pushed in and pulled out without fully leaving Xia Ye’s body.

Xia Ye was in immense pain. He curled himself into a fetal position, hugging himself tightly, biting his lip in silence. He felt nothing but discomfort; there was no pleasure. The shriveled glands at the back of his neck tingled numbly but were unable to release anything. His own gen*tals remained soft.

The rough fabric and zipper of the pants around his hips rubbed against Xia Ye’s skin, leaving scrapes that bled, while his sore opening was relentlessly pounded, every thrust hitting the entrance of his reproductive cavity.

The entrance was tightly shut. Without going into heat, an Omega’s cavity muscles were taut and inflexible. Han Mingxiu’s repeated attempts felt like breaking down a locked door, leaving Xia Ye drenched in cold sweat and teetering on the edge of consciousness from the pain.

He had never experienced such a brutal invasion before. When they’d been together in the past, Han Mingxiu had sometimes left Xia Ye tearfully begging for mercy, but those were tears of pleasure. Xia Ye had never felt a hint of pain in his hands. No matter how desperate Han was, he had always been considerate, unwilling to let Xia Ye feel the slightest discomfort. Han was a strong, passionate yet gentle lover, always restraining his wilder instincts for Xia Ye’s sake. But now, consumed by rage, the Alpha seemed set on tearing the Omega apart.

Xia Ye was in agonizing physical pain. And the person assaulting him was the Alpha he once loved but who had abandoned him. The shock of being discarded, the humiliation of being violated, and overwhelming resentment filled him with despair.

It was worse than death.

He never imagined that their reunion would turn out this terribly.

Is it just because you stopped loving me? Did it really have to go this far?

A chill crept from within him, spreading outward. Although their bodies were locked in fierce int*rcourse, with Han Mingxiu sweating profusely, Xia Ye’s body felt unnaturally cold, like ice. Even in his rage, Han could sense something was wrong.

He stopped and withdrew from Xia Ye’s body. Xia Ye, forced to remain on his knees, slumped onto the bed, trembling uncontrollably. Han Mingxiu ran his hand roughly through his hair in frustration, grumbling, “Is this your idea of a million-dollar service? I haven’t even finished yet…” His frown deepened as he exhaled, still visibly ar*used, but it was clear Xia Ye was in no condition to continue. He removed the used c*ndom, tossed it into the trash by the bed, wiped his sticky hands impatiently on his pants, then tucked himself back in and zipped up.

Xia Ye lay there in the same position, still trembling. Han tossed a blanket on top of him, not bothering to spread it out, leaving a clump covering Xia Ye’s head while his thin, pale legs remained exposed and shaking.

“This isn’t over,” Han Mingxiu said coldly. He picked up Xia Ye’s pants from the floor, took out his phone from the pocket, and entered his own number, pressing call. On Xia Ye’s phone screen, his contact still appeared with the familiar name, “Da Han.” But his own phone had long since erased “Xiao Xia.”

After a pause, Han said, “Since I paid, I intend to get my money’s worth. I’m letting you go today, but the next time I call, you’d better show up immediately.” He tossed the phone back on the bed, his voice dripping with menace. “Otherwise…you wouldn’t want your grandfather finding out about your new ‘job,’ would you?”

Finally, Xia Ye reacted. Unable to hold back anymore, he began to cry, muffled sobs escaping from under the blanket as he wept.

Han Mingxiu stood beside the bed, watching Xia Ye sob miserably. He ought to feel satisfied, yet he only grew more irritated.

He shook his head, turned, and left, leaving Xia Ye alone in that rented room.

As the door closed, Han Mingxiu heard Xia Ye break down into loud sobs, shouting angrily toward the door, “You bastard!”

You’re the damn bastard.

Han Mingxiu’s assistant, who had been waiting outside, heard Xia Ye’s furious outburst and felt a chill. This Omega had some nerve. Glancing nervously at his boss, he saw Han Mingxiu walking away with a blank expression.

When Han Mingxiu returned home, exhausted, the butler approached him, eyeing his wrinkled clothes with concern. “What happened, young master? Is that blood? Were you hurt?” Han looked down, noticing dark stains on his iron-gray trousers. He shook his head. “I’m not injured.” It’s not my blood.

He headed straight to his room, took off his pants, and inspected them closely. Bloodstains were visible on the crotch and zipper. His underwear was damp as well. He rubbed the fabric between his fingers, examining the dark red stains that remained on his hand, then looked down, noticing even his hair was sticky. Just how much blood had there been to leave such stains? Could it be that the wetness earlier wasn’t from ar*usal but from bleeding?

So he bled. No big deal. Even if he was an Omega, a man wouldn’t die from a little bleeding. Han Mingxiu threw his clothes aside in frustration and headed to the bathroom to shower.

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