After Dumping the Female Lead, It's My Turn to Cry - Chapter 20.2

Yes, long before the young master came of age, Nan Zhuge had forcibly taken advantage of him and even recorded videos as trophies of his “proud achievements.”

Of course, Nan Zhuge wasn’t a complete fool. After recording, he encrypted the videos using the most advanced methods. However, bold hunters often suffer from overconfidence. He carried this encrypted material with him daily, even openly bringing it to state banquets where he would toast the Grand Bishop with a smile, inwardly reveling in scornful satisfaction.

Look at you, acting all high and mighty, when your kid has already been defiled by me!

Nan Zhuge knew this kind of thing should be kept hidden at all costs it must never see the light of day. Even during his most muddled rut periods, he always reserved a sliver of clarity to ensure it stayed concealed.

Who would have thought he’d end up tripping in the gutter?

When he saw Qing Ling’s desk neatly arranged with various videos of himself, Nan Zhuge felt like killing his past self. Even if he had been uncertain before, the moment Qing Ling accurately named the type of agave liquor, his composure shattered. Denial was useless, so he simply admitted it outright: “Yes, that’s right. Back then, I was reckless and thought I could play around with anyone. Just tell me, what do you need me to do to destroy these videos?”

Before he even finished speaking, he watched slender fingers flick, and the array of videos on the desk instantly turned to dust. Before his astonished eyes could widen further, Qing Ling tossed over the most critical piece, the video plugin of the young council heir with an air of effortless nonchalance.

Was this really the kind of young lady the Qing family raised?

She was certainly efficient, but the problem was she was too naive. If he had gotten hold of the evidence first, Nan Zhuge wouldn’t have cared about honor or integrity, he would’ve denied everything without a second thought.

But now, he had no time to dwell on that. Ignoring how undignified it looked, he clutched the plugin tightly, frantically trying to destroy it immediately.

Then, a calm voice asked, “Aren’t you going to double-check it first?”

“Of course I trust you, President. This trash I filmed in my youth should be destroyed as soon as possible.” Nan Zhuge forced an ingratiating smile, but it froze on his lips when he met Qing Ling’s faintly mocking gaze. Reluctantly, he lowered his head to examine the nightmare-inducing video in his hand.

At first glance, everything seemed fine, the banquet, the drinks, the people all looked authentic. But the real problem was it wasn’t filmed by Nan Zhuge at all!

It was entirely edited from interviews and documentary footage of the young heir over the years. The scene transitions were so seamless it could have been a perfect model for a film class.

He had been played by Qing Ling!

“Originally, there really was no evidence,” Qing Ling said with a gentle smile. Her gaze swept over him lightly, yet her psychic energy effortlessly suppressed Nan Zhuge’s furious struggle. She patted the shoulder of the livid Alpha, whose face had turned purplish-red, and tapped her terminal to stop the recording function. Softly, she added, “But thank you, Mr. Nan. Now, as you can see, we have some.”

The student council president’s scent was that of a light, elegant freesia nothing like the oppressive aura typical of Alphas. Yet, with just a slight curl of her lips, Nan Zhuge was already drenched in sweat.

Was this really only A-grade psychic power?

Staring at Qing Ling’s delicate, beautiful face, Nan Zhuge bit his tongue until it bled. The metallic bitterness of blood mixed with his swallowed saliva, and his mind grew hazy, giving rise to an untimely thought:

Was Qing Ling’s psychic level really tested correctly?

“Since when have Omegas become so terrifying?”

This sentiment wasn’t just brewing in the furious, resentful mind of Nan Zhuge, it was also the genuine thought running through Ruan Yubai’s head at that very moment.

“Looking for me?” Ruan Yubai pointed dumbfounded at herself, addressing the petite Omega before her. “Are you absolutely sure you haven’t got the wrong person?”

After class this morning, before Ganfan Yu Ruan Yubai could make it to the cafeteria, she was intercepted on the way by a very petite Omega.

The osmanthus scent pheromones emanating from this stern-faced Omega were a bit pungent, causing Ruan Yubai to sneeze lightly. It was then that she remembered why the other person looked familiar.

The night before, when Ruan Yubai had gone to the convenience store to buy ice cream and slack off, it was this very Omega who had stopped her at the checkout, warning her not to change clothes alone in the locker room recently, and even mistook her for an Omega.

“The last time I approached you was mainly because I discovered someone had placed pinhole cameras in the locker rooms and washrooms. All the devices in the locker rooms have been completely removed, and the most frequently used restrooms have also been cleaned up. Only one unused, remote restroom remains untouched.”

Hearing this, Ruan Yubai understood what had happened.

She tilted her head and quietly pointed out, “It might not be an Alpha from outside the school; it’s very likely someone from our school.”

The Omega looked at her in surprise and asked curiously, “We only recently uncovered this matter. How did you figure it out?”

How else could she have figured it out? Of course, she read it in a cheesy novel!

Summer special swimsuit parties, skirts fluttering to reveal panties, and creepy guys peeping in bathing areas these were timeless sources of joy in otaku works, and the book The Proud Girlfriend of the Interstellar General Alpha was no exception.

Of course, the male lead had his basic standards; the one committing such perverted acts was actually his friend, whom he befriended after a fight. Later, this friend would play a huge role in creating custom protective gear for the male lead, eventually becoming a renowned research scientist and completely replacing the role of the Ruan family, the female supporting character.

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