After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega - Chapter 48

Every word from Lin Changsheng pierced directly into the heart.

In the past, Lin Changsheng rarely expressed herself so openly. Forget about confessions — even in front of Mo Zhaoyan, she had always appeared obedient and reserved. She almost never made requests. Communication between them was sparse, with Mo Zhaoyan usually making all the decisions.

From the very beginning, Mo Zhaoyan had simply assumed Lin Changsheng’s silent love was there — unquestioned, even unspoken.

But now, the Lin Changsheng standing before her was different.

She wasn’t the shy girl who blushed whenever she saw Mo Zhaoyan.
She wasn’t the one who buried every emotion deep in her heart.
She was someone new — someone bolder, freer, stronger.

And she was still the one Mo Zhaoyan loved most.

The flood of emotions was overwhelming. Mo Zhaoyan had always thought she had excellent self-control, but at this moment, even she couldn’t restrain herself.

Suddenly, she stepped forward and wrapped Lin Changsheng tightly in her arms, as if afraid she might disappear at any moment.

Her embrace was desperate and firm, her forehead pressing against Lin Changsheng’s. Mo Zhaoyan opened her mouth, wanting to say so many things — but in the end, all she could manage was a trembling whisper:

“Don’t go.”

Even she hadn’t realized how much fear was hidden inside that small sentence.

Mo Zhaoyan had already lost Lin Changsheng once.
No — she had truly lost her more than once.

The first time was when they divorced in their previous life.
The second was when she watched Lin Changsheng fall before her very eyes.

That kind of fear — that soul-crushing loneliness — was something Mo Zhaoyan never wanted to experience again.

In this life, she didn’t care if it meant watching her obsessively, controlling her, even locking her at her side — as long as Lin Changsheng stayed with her. She didn’t care about right or wrong anymore. She would never let her go again.

For the first time ever, Mo Zhaoyan completely lost control of herself.

She had even forgotten this was still a live broadcast.
She had forgotten that every move she made was being watched by countless people.

Lin Changsheng gently reached out, soothing her by softly stroking her back.

It had always been Mo Zhaoyan comforting Lin Changsheng in the past. She had never imagined a day would come when the roles would reverse.

Realizing her own loss of composure, Mo Zhaoyan quickly loosened her arms — embarrassed by how reckless her emotions had become.

It was the fear of losing Lin Changsheng again that had made her so unstable.

“Don’t be afraid,”

Lin Changsheng murmured reassuringly.

Meanwhile, the livestream audience was eating it up.

“Oh my god, I’m suddenly obsessed with ShengShi MeiYan (Lin & Mo)!”

“Our original couple is unbeatable — showing love so openly, without fear!”

Most viewers thought they were just acting, of course.
But that didn’t stop them from shipping the pair like crazy — and chances to see Mo Zhaoyan show genuine feelings were so rare, they weren’t going to miss a second.

Lin Changsheng, seizing the moment, gently pulled Mo Zhaoyan by the hand toward a patch of grass nearby.

They sat down together under the moonlight, Lin Changsheng casually motioning for Mo Zhaoyan to sit beside her.

“Let’s not talk about the script anymore,” Lin Changsheng said. “Let’s talk about you and me.”

Mo Zhaoyan was a little surprised. She hadn’t expected Lin Changsheng to want such a personal conversation in the middle of a live show.

But seeing that Lin Changsheng didn’t care, she relaxed too. If Lin Changsheng wasn’t worried, why should she be?

Obediently, she sat down next to her, much quieter and softer than usual.

“What do you want to talk about?” she asked.

Lin Changsheng, however, let go of her hand.

Mo Zhaoyan looked down at her now-empty palm, feeling strangely hollow. Almost instinctively, she reached out and grabbed Lin Changsheng’s hand again — clutching it tightly in her own.

Lin Changsheng noticed the tension in her grip and, amused, lightly tried to pull away.

But Mo Zhaoyan just held on even tighter, staring at her as if to say: Try letting go and see what happens.

Lin Changsheng couldn’t help laughing. Who would’ve thought that the mighty CEO Mo could be so childish sometimes?

She gave up struggling, settled herself, and lifted her gaze toward the night sky.

Above them, the moon shone quietly, casting a gentle glow over everything.

And Lin Changsheng began to speak — softly, slowly — recalling the memories between them.

“When I was young, back in high school, we attended the same school. Do you still remember?” Lin Changsheng said, gesturing with his other hand. “There was a tiny little guy about this tall who was often bullied,” he said, indicating a height with his hand — that was the frail Lin Changsheng during his high school days.

Lin Changsheng was more intelligent than most of his peers, so he had advanced early into high school. Compared to others, he was also much smaller and thinner.

“At that time, there was a girl who stepped out to protect me. She was just a little taller than me,” Lin Changsheng glanced at Mo Zhaoyan, deliberately showing a small gap with his hand. In truth, back then, Mo Zhaoyan was already quite tall. She had developed well and was nearly the same height as she was now, around 170 centimeters.

Lin Changsheng recalled the image of Mo Zhaoyan with her ponytail, wearing the school uniform, always carrying a composed expression on her face, pretending to be an adult. His heart stirred with the memory. No matter how many years had passed, her figure remained etched in the deepest part of his heart.

He looked again at the woman before him. Her face was even more mature now, her demeanor calmer and more composed. Mo Zhaoyan had changed — she had become more silent, more reserved — but in his heart, she had never changed. She had always been his salvation, the light that illuminated his darkness.

“And so, I fell in love with the girl who protected me. I wanted to protect her too. I wanted to grow up faster. But…”

Mo Zhaoyan listened patiently as he recounted his story. Lin Changsheng had never shared so many details before. In the beginning, when she asked him why he wanted to marry her, why he liked her, Lin Changsheng had only given a simple answer: Because you saved me in high school.

Lin Changsheng’s tone shifted, tinged with sadness. “But… she was the sun in the sky, the stars beyond reach. She was pure and flawless, untouched by the dust of the world.

She was so beautiful, yet so unattainable.”

He stretched his hand toward the sky, as if trying to grasp the stars, but caught nothing but air. Opening his hand, it was empty.

“Unattainable,” he whispered.

“But I’m right here, right next to you,” Mo Zhaoyan suddenly interrupted his thoughts. She turned to look at him, so close that he could smell the subtle fragrance on her, close enough that their pheromones intertwined, neither of them bothering to restrain it.

The person he once thought unreachable was now within his grasp.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m not the sun, nor the stars and the sea. I am simply your wife,” Mo Zhaoyan said softly.

Lin Changsheng gazed into her eyes, realizing — somewhere along the way — that her eyes were now filled with nothing but him. A bitter laugh escaped him. Of course — it was his own insecurity, his own lack of trust, that had given Xing Yun the opportunity to wedge in. But Mo Zhaoyan had never once left his side, had she?

“Will you really never leave me?” he asked, almost pleading.

“Wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be,” she replied firmly.

Perhaps it was Mo Zhaoyan’s alluring scent, or perhaps it was simply the overwhelming emotion, but Lin Changsheng forgot they were still filming a show. He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her cheek. It was barely a touch, yet it stirred emotions between them, a feeling that needed no explanation.

No matter rebirth, no matter soul exchange — at this moment, you are you, and we are each other’s most beloved existence.

The viewers in the livestream were stunned by the light kiss. Just a second ago, they were still moved by the deep affection between the two, unsure whether it was an act or genuine. The next moment, they kissed — but it was so quick that most people hadn’t even reacted in time.

“Who took a screenshot? I forgot! I was completely mesmerized!”

“Not only did I take screenshots, but I also recorded the whole thing! If anyone dares say they don’t get along, I’ll slap this footage right in their face!”

“Good job, the one above! Share the video quickly!”

Unaware of the storm brewing outside the recording, Lin Changsheng was still lost in the memory of that kiss when he heard Mo Zhaoyan speak again.
“Do you want to hear my story?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“I was raised from a young age to become the heir of the Mo family. For the sake of the family, I had to give up everything a child should have. I was forced to mature early. Honestly, I don’t remember saving anyone during high school. To me, it must have been something insignificant. I never imagined that someone had quietly paid attention to me, following behind me for so long.

After returning to China, I took over the Mo Corporation, which was on the verge of bankruptcy. At the same time, I had to deal with the effects of my secondary gender differentiation. After much effort, I finally stabilized the company, only for my father to attempt to pass the leadership to my younger sister because I had differentiated as an Omega.

All my life, I lived for the Mo family. At that time, I felt lost, utterly helpless. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t change my fate — until she appeared.

She brought a turning point into my life. I thought she would ask for something unreasonable, but she only wanted to marry me. I’d never given thought to matters of the heart. That was the first time I started seeing myself as a person, started questioning and thinking for myself, instead of merely being the cold CEO of Mo Corporation.

Everything about her brought me joy. She pleased me, obeyed me, and showed her love openly. That feeling was too wonderful — it was the first time I experienced true happiness as Mo Zhaoyan, not as an heir or a figurehead. I wanted to be with her forever. But I overlooked one thing: love is never a one-person affair.

I had never been in a relationship before. I didn’t know how to respond to her love. I never cared about the rumors surrounding her. I wasn’t a qualified wife. Perhaps that’s why heaven punished me — it took away my happiness, and I almost lost her.”

Almost lost her…

Mo Zhaoyan had wanted to say that outright, but remembering they were being recorded, she corrected herself. In her heart, she had already lost Lin Changsheng once. But now, everything had a chance to start over.

“I don’t need your response…” Lin Changsheng began, but Mo Zhaoyan suddenly covered his mouth.

“No, love is a matter of two people,” she said. “There’s still so much I don’t understand, and I might make many mistakes in the future. I may even neglect your feelings sometimes. But please believe me — I love you. That is the absolute truth.”

How many times had Mo Zhaoyan said I love you? Lin Changsheng could probably count them on one hand. Once at their wedding, once accidentally during their honeymoon — and now was the third time.

Lin Changsheng lightly licked the palm of Mo Zhaoyan’s hand, making Mo Zhaoyan, rarely ever shy, pull her hand back, blushing slightly.

“I love you too,” Lin Changsheng replied, almost nonchalantly.

But hidden within that seemingly casual response was a depth of emotion that outsiders could never understand. To others, it might have sounded perfunctory, but to Lin Changsheng, those words carried immeasurable weight.

Finally, she could say it openly before everyone — I love you — without feeling timid or unworthy of Mo Zhaoyan.

The two smiled at each other, their feelings understood without the need for further words.

Meanwhile, in the prison, the television in the main hall was playing this popular variety show. The prison guards came in to tell everyone it was time to return to their cells for lights out, ignoring their complaints as they turned off the television.

Su Jing sat quietly, watching the show until the TV was shut off, but showed no reaction. Even when the guard came to urge her back to her cell, she only glanced at him lightly. The guard, halfway through cursing, found himself unable to say another word.

Silently, Su Jing stood up and walked back to her cell, her expression unreadable.

Cold sweat dripped from the guard’s forehead as he looked down at the roster in his hand. Several of Su Jing’s cellmates had already committed suicide this month, yet no evidence could be found linking her to any of it.

This was a person who could not be provoked.

The guard glanced over tomorrow’s new roster and noticed the name of Su Jing’s incoming new cellmate. His finger traced across the name: Chen Lin.

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