After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega - Chapter 54

Tang Ying carefully examined the documents in her hands, attentively flipping through the pages. This matter concerned the interests of both parties, and as a representative of the Mo Corporation, she naturally had to proceed with caution. Even though the CEO of Huayang Group, Hua Miaomiao, sat across from her with her usual carefree and unruly demeanor, Tang Ying maintained a strictly professional attitude.

Since their appearance on that variety show, Hua Miaomiao had grown astonishingly clingy. Although Tang Ying couldn’t quite figure out her true intentions, she didn’t dislike the current nature of their relationship.

“What are your thoughts on this contract, President Hua?” Tang Ying asked as she finished organizing the documents and finally looked up at Hua Miaomiao.

Hua Miaomiao wore her signature red dress, but today it was noticeably more revealing. With even the slightest movement, Tang Ying could glimpse the fullness hidden beneath the fabric.

“Whatever you say goes~ Once we’re done with work, let’s go out for a drink~” Hua Miaomiao leaned closer, pressing herself lightly against Tang Ying’s arm. Tang Ying felt a warm sensation, and her skin registered the soft elasticity of Hua’s touch.

That familiar pheromone from Hua Miaomiao was already wrapping itself around her. The woman hadn’t used any suppressants. Tang Ying’s first instinct was concern—what if the scent leaked out? But she quickly realized that this was Hua Miaomiao’s own company. If Hua wasn’t worried, it meant she felt untouchable.

“President Hua, are you looking for a break?” Tang Ying asked, her tone suggestive as her gaze briefly drifted toward the nearby lounge. Hua Miaomiao’s intentions were blatantly obvious, and Tang Ying—whether she liked it or not—was susceptible to her charms.

The bodyguards stationed outside the CEO’s office had been on duty the entire day, allowing no one to enter. It wasn’t until late afternoon that Tang Ying finally finished discussing business with Hua Miaomiao. As she left, something felt different—perhaps it was just her imagination, but her lipstick color seemed to have changed, and her expression was no longer as cold and detached as before.

Only after Tang Ying left did Hua Miaomiao lazily rise, lounging on the bed with a cigarette held between her fingers. She didn’t smoke it—just watched it burn slowly, its ash falling silently to the floor.

Eventually, she stubbed out the cigarette, loosely draped a coat over herself, and walked back into the office. Without her permission, no one dared enter.

She picked up the collaboration contract left behind by Tang Ying. Truthfully, she didn’t care much about the contents. Whether Huayang Group benefited or Mo Corporation gained the upper hand—it didn’t matter. This entire collaboration was her gift to Tang Ying. And as a gift, it was up to Tang Ying to handle it however she pleased.

Flipping through the pages absentmindedly, she noted that Tang Ying had still approached it all in an official capacity. Somehow, Tang had turned it into a win-win agreement. Even though there had been opportunities to extract greater benefits from Huayang Group, Tang Ying had chosen not to exploit them.

With a flourish, Hua Miaomiao signed her name at the end of the contract—bold, unruly strokes that mirrored her personality.

She set the contract aside and walked to the bed. Through the glass walls, the towering cityscape was laid bare beneath her. She sighed softly. Perhaps it was time for the long-standing grudge between Huayang Group and Mo Corporation to end—right here, with her.

Hua Miaomiao admitted her defeat. In this game of love, she had lost completely. She had fallen hopelessly in love with Tang Ying. So deep was her obsession that she would give up everything for her. Tang Ying was like a reflection in water—captivating, but impossible to grasp. Reaching for her was like a monkey trying to catch the moon in the water—an illusion, always slipping away.

Yet it was precisely this unattainable shadow that endlessly tormented her heart, driving her to madness.

The Neural Net project was progressing smoothly, thanks in large part to President Hua’s support. Although Tang Ying hadn’t secured the maximum profit, the contract still turned out to be mutually beneficial.

With the launch of the Neural Net, Huayang Group released a revolutionary gaming system. The game quickly swept across the globe, boosting sales of the Neural Net in the process.

When Mo Zhaoyan received the game design proposal from Huayang Group, he was stunned. He hadn’t expected Hua Miaomiao to have been planning this so far in advance. The game, titled Reflection, carried meanings that were difficult to ignore.

In the game, players could choose a storyline and become its main character, living out their life in full, pursuing romantic interests, and making choices that led to different outcomes.

But this was only the beginning. The Neural Net soon became integrated into daily life—just like smartphones once had. People became increasingly reliant on it.

Meanwhile, Lin Changsheng remained immersed in his research on the Longevity Flower. Even with Huayang Group’s assistance, the research had only scratched the surface. No one knew the true reason behind the phenomenon of secondary gender differentiation, nor the connection between it and the mysterious flower.

Lin Changsheng knew that everything could be traced back to the meteorite that struck Earth years ago. That meteorite had given rise to Xingyun and the entity residing within Su Jing’s body. It had also brought the Longevity Flower—and with it, the phenomenon of gender differentiation.

To uncover the truth, Lin Changsheng needed to unearth the original meteorite. What she had found back then was just the tip of the iceberg—a fragment, not the source. The true meteorite’s location remained hidden. Despite her efforts, she had never managed to dig it up.

Her only hope lay in Xingyun.

Initially, Xingyun had cooperated with her. Over time, Lin Changsheng had even gone so far as to cede control of her body temporarily, allowing Xingyun some freedom. This gesture of trust had convinced Xingyun that Lin truly sought coexistence.

However, when it came to the meteorite’s exact location, Xingyun’s memory was incomplete—only fragments remained. This only solidified Lin Changsheng’s belief: there was an entity inside Su Jing similar to Xingyun. Only by uniting Xingyun with that entity could they hope to recover the lost memories.

But Lin had no desire to get close to Su Jing again—especially after finally opening up to Mo Zhaoyan. The more time she spent with Zhaoyan, the more she realized how truly happy her current life was. She didn’t want to shatter it.

No one could predict what Su Jing might do. Every time Lin thought of that woman, the glands at the nape of her neck ached faintly—an injury that would never fully heal.

The television continued broadcasting the day’s news. Once again, the story of the so-called “justice enforcer” popped up on screen. It wasn’t the first time Lin had seen the report, but the more she watched, the more unsettled she felt.

In her past life, there had been no such serial killer. If the killer’s emergence was the result of changes she had made in this timeline, then she was undoubtedly connected to it.

“Chen Lin…” The name surfaced suddenly in her mind, but Lin Changsheng quickly shook her head. It couldn’t be. Chen Lin was disabled—her legs were crippled. The serial killer’s modus operandi involved kicking victims to death, torturing them. It couldn’t possibly be Chen Lin.

Lin no longer felt hatred toward the police officer who had once interrogated her and treated her as a suspect. On the contrary, she thought Chen Lin was simply too stubborn. Driven by guilt, Chen had taken it upon herself to confront Su Jing. That wasn’t fair. That was why Lin had broken her out of prison in the first place—to keep her away from Su Jing. That woman was simply too dangerous.

Xingyun had the ability to take over a host’s body by pushing them to mental collapse. If that was the case, what about the entity inside Su Jing? What power did it possess? Given Su Jing’s increasingly erratic actions—was she still the same person, or had she already been replaced?

Where had her twisted obsession with turning people into serial killers come from?

Lin Changsheng felt she’d had enough for one day. She turned off the television and called it a night. Mo Zhaoyan still had to work overtime, so Lin left her a message and went home early. She was too exhausted to stay and wait like she usually did.

On the drive home, memories of her past life suddenly surfaced—particularly a seemingly insignificant news story. A certain criminal had been captured and deemed mentally unfit for trial. He was sentenced to rehabilitation in a psychiatric hospital. But on the way there, he had been intercepted and taken. Later, his body was discovered in the same park where he had assaulted his victims.

Lin Changsheng had always carried too much on her mind. She had never thought to connect the two incidents until now. She checked the date—it was today. A glance at the map showed she was not far from that park.

She shouldn’t have gotten involved. But there was a voice deep inside her telling her that if she didn’t go, she would regret it.

Night had fallen.

Chen Lin, dressed in black, moved through the darkness like a shadow. She was intimately familiar with police procedures and prisoner transport routes. She had laid her plans well in advance.

When the road exploded in a controlled blast, the transport vehicle came to a stop just a short distance away. The road was blocked, officers got out to investigate the scene, and began ushering away startled civilians.

Only one officer remained on the vehicle, guarding the prisoner.

Chen Lin moved like a ghost. She climbed aboard and, with a single precise strike, electroshocked the officer unconscious. She wouldn’t harm the innocent—her target was only the guilty.

The prisoner thought his father had sent someone to rescue him. Naively, he followed Chen Lin off the vehicle without resistance.

Lin Changsheng drove toward the park. Sure enough, the car radio began reporting an explosion on a nearby road—the prisoner in the transport vehicle had been taken. The police’s first assumption was that a relative of the convict had orchestrated the attack. No one noticed Chen Lin’s involvement.

Chen Lin had already fastened a chain around the prisoner’s neck and was now leading him through the park like a dog. The man cursed under his breath, still not taking the situation seriously. He was surprised by Chen Lin’s strength. That was thanks to her secondary gender differentiation—having become an Alpha, her physical strength had increased significantly. Ever since her failed fight with Su Jing, she had been training relentlessly.

“Damn it! Where the hell are you taking me?” the man shouted.

His hands were cuffed, and the chain around his neck gave him no choice but to stagger forward like a beast. Chen Lin suddenly stopped.

“Do you know where we are?”

Only then did the man look around. The place seemed oddly familiar.

“This is…” He didn’t get to finish. A sudden, searing pain shot through both his legs. He collapsed to the ground with a scream, as though his bones had been smashed by an iron rod.

“AHHH!!!”

“This is where you hurt her,” Chen Lin said coldly.

Only now did the man realize where they were—that park. Because of the past crime, and since few people came here anyway, no one would hear his cries for help. When he looked up and saw the ghostly mask on Chen Lin’s face, fear finally crept in.

This woman—wasn’t she the “justice enforcer” from the news?

“N-no… Please… Don’t kill me…”

“Repent for your sins.”

Chen Lin was about to shatter his ribs with a powerful kick when the sound of footsteps interrupted her. Lin Changsheng appeared before her.

“Stop, Chen Lin.”

Chen Lin froze. She hadn’t expected Lin Changsheng to be there. She didn’t know how Lin had recognized her—but standing before the one person she felt she had wronged the most, she slowly removed her mask.

“How… How did you know it was me?”

“Your right foot,” Lin said softly. “Every time you walk, there’s a faint metallic clinking sound. That’s why you always use a cane—to mask it with the tapping sound. Your injury was never that severe, but you carried the cane anyway.”

“You’re very clever.”

“Stop this now. Su Jing’s influence—she got to you, didn’t she? But it’s not too late. I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here soon.”

Lin Changsheng stepped closer, speaking calmly, trying to reach Chen Lin. The mention of Su Jing caused a flicker of surprise and hesitation in Chen Lin’s eyes. But the moment she saw Lin drawing nearer, she suddenly grabbed the prisoner, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him upright to use as a shield.

In her other hand, she held a gun—black, cold, and aimed straight at Lin Changsheng. It was the police officer’s gun from the transport vehicle. Somehow, at some point, Chen Lin had taken it.

“I didn’t want this…”

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