Reborn a Scummy Alpha, Happily Ever After with the Movie Queen - Chapter 50

In the center of the dining table stood a porcelain vase, holding a few white blossoms in full bloom. Under the soft light, they swayed gracefully, blending harmoniously into the quiet and elegant surroundings.

The Omega’s gentle gaze fell upon Wen Tang, but for some reason, the deeper she looked, the greater the fear that rose in her chest—until it lodged painfully in her throat.

She held her breath for a long time before finally asking in a trembling voice,

“You knew?”

Hearing Wen Tang admit it in person made Ye Youyi’s heart tighten sharply.

If Wen Tang had admitted to her identity, did that mean the engagement rumor was true as well?

She didn’t dare to ask.

Her hands, resting on her lap, clenched tightly as she fought to suppress the emotions surging inside her.

“I didn’t mean to keep it from you,” Wen Tang began. She wasn’t sure how Ye Youyi had found out, but since she already knew, there was no point in hiding it anymore. “It’s just that, my position in the Wen family is rather awkward.”

Ye Youyi bit her lip, staying silent, listening as Wen Tang continued.

Since she’d decided to be honest, she might as well tell the whole truth. Wen Tang pressed her lips together before explaining simply, “I’m an illegitimate child. I wasn’t brought back to the Wen family until after high school, when I differentiated into an Alpha. But the elders never truly accepted me. So, for the past three years, my identity has been kept secret.”

“I know I’m not welcome there. That’s why I never used the Wen family name in public.”

With just a few words, Ye Youyi understood. She finally saw Wen Tang’s position within her family—and realized that Wen Tang, too, had been powerless in many ways.

After all, in this world, being an illegitimate child was a mark one could never show in the light.

Ye Youyi recalled hearing that Wen Tang was the Wen family’s only Alpha.

Perhaps if Wen Tang hadn’t been an Alpha, she never would’ve been taken back home.

But since she was brought back, it also meant she had to shoulder the family’s burdens—and that engagement was most likely one of them.

With that thought, Ye Youyi’s emotions gradually calmed. She told herself that if Wen Tang truly was going to marry into the Ning family, then it would be better for them to end things sooner rather than later.

She didn’t want to be the woman hidden in the dark—unacknowledged, unwanted.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Youyi looked at Wen Tang with quiet resolve. “Since you’re the Wen family’s eldest daughter, then the engagement between the Wen and Ning families—is it true?”

Her voice was soft as falling snow, fluttering down to strike Wen Tang’s heart, freezing her blood.

When Ye Youyi had asked earlier whether she was the Wen family’s eldest daughter, Wen Tang had already guessed that she might know about the engagement.

But hearing her ask it aloud still made her mind go blank.

She opened her mouth—but no words came out.

Ye Youyi caught the flicker of hesitation in her expression. Gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, she tried to keep herself from breaking down. Her lips trembled as she forced a small, brittle smile.

“So it’s true—you really are going to marry Miss Ning.”

“Then let’s break up.”

Break up?

The two words struck Wen Tang like a thunderclap. Panic surged through her body, cold and consuming, as though she’d been plunged into an icy abyss.

“You, what did you say?”

Ye Youyi turned her head aside, biting her lip hard. “Let’s break up.”

“You’re going to marry Miss Ning. What, do you plan to keep me around—to make me your secret lover in the dark?”

Her tone was harsh, almost cutting.

But Wen Tang didn’t care. She shut her eyes, enduring the sharp ache spreading through her chest as she frantically tried to think of a way—any way—to keep Ye Youyi.

Yet no matter how many possibilities she imagined, there wasn’t one where she could have both love and duty.

Ever since she returned to the Wen family, she’d known this day would come. She had only hoped to resolve the engagement first—then confess everything to Ye Youyi properly.

But she hadn’t managed to fix it in time.

Ye Youyi had found out before she could even try.

In the end, it was her own selfishness—wanting to keep Ye Youyi close while still scheming behind the scenes to dissolve the engagement.

But the world rarely allowed both heart and responsibility to coexist. Something always had to be sacrificed.

Wen Tang stared deeply at the pale-faced girl before her. She didn’t dare recall their moments of sweetness, afraid that the memories would undo her resolve.

“Alright.”

Her voice was faint.

It felt like something inside her chest had been ripped apart—her heart twisting in agony, her skin breaking out in cold sweat.

In a daze, she murmured, “Your injuries haven’t fully healed. Get more rest. Don’t rush back to filming—Li Zheng’s already made arrangements for you. And when you go out, be careful. Try to stay with He Yiqiu, don’t go anywhere alone.

If, if anything happens, come to me. I’ll help you.”

Her words spilled out in a flurry, soft and scattered. She couldn’t stop talking, as though as long as she kept speaking, Ye Youyi wouldn’t walk away. It was a pitiful sight to behold.

Ye Youyi gave a faint, self-deprecating laugh, cutting her off. “That’s enough.”

“Congratulations on your upcoming marriage.”

Her voice cracked faintly as she forced out the words. Pale-faced, she whispered, “I’ll be going now,” and stood up to leave.

Her slender figure receded slowly from Wen Tang’s sight—like the moon sinking beneath the sea, taking all its light with it.

Wen Tang stared blankly at the empty chair across from her, then clutched her chest as the pain finally broke through, sharp and unrelenting.

“Hello, the dishes that lady ordered earlier are all here. Please enjoy your meal.”

The restaurant manager, recognizing Wen Tang as a regular, set the plates down with a warm smile. Noticing that the seat across from Wen Tang was empty, she hesitated for a moment before lowering her voice.

“May I ask, did the young lady go to the restroom? Should I keep some of the dishes warm for her?”

Wen Tang shook her head, her voice hoarse. “She won’t be coming back.”

Yes. Someone as proud and stubborn as her—after finding out she had been deceived so thoroughly—how could she ever come back to her?

Wen Tang closed her eyes briefly, then stood up and left Xingyue in a daze.

“Uh.” The manager stood rooted to the spot, completely at a loss. Watching Wen Tang’s retreating figure, she turned back to the table full of untouched dishes, sighed softly, and then smiled helplessly before calling over the waitstaff to clear everything away.

It was already early spring.

People on the streets had changed into lighter clothes, bathed in the gentle warmth of the season. The lively, colorful scene only made Wen Tang appear all the more lonely and out of place.

She looked at the laughing pedestrians, drew in a deep breath, and prepared to return to the Wen family—her next battlefield.

As her car sped down the road, Wen Tang dialed Wen Qi’s number.

“Find out who leaked the news about the Wen and Ning family’s upcoming marriage alliance to Ye Youyi.”

Wen Tang was no saint. Whoever had exposed that matter to Ye Youyi before she was ready—how could she not be furious?

If she’d just had a little more time, once she had resolved the engagement, she could have come clean to Ye Youyi with nothing to hide.

By the time she arrived back at the Wen residence, Wen Qi had already called back, forwarding her the information she’d gathered.

“It was Young Master Ning’s boyfriend—Miss Ye’s agent, Wang Lin—who told her about the engagement,” Wen Qi reported cautiously. She already knew her young lady and Miss Ye had broken up, and she was terrified that any misplaced word might trigger Wen Tang’s wrath.

“Wang Lin found out about your true identity, Miss,” Wen Qi continued, “and he was afraid that if Miss Ye stayed entangled with you, it would damage her career. Besides, as Young Miss Ning’s brother’s boyfriend, he didn’t want his future sister-in-law’s spouse to be unfaithful outside the family.”

As she listened, Wen Tang’s expression grew colder by the second, her whole body radiating an icy chill.

She had never expected Wang Lin to be the one who exposed everything.

Weakness washed over her. She sank onto the edge of her bed and said flatly, “Then check on Ning Xu’s current situation for me.”

At this point, all she could do was accelerate her plans and end the engagement as soon as possible.

Otherwise, as long as that arrangement existed, she would never have the courage to face Ye Youyi again.

And the key to breaking the engagement lay with Ning Xu.

With the system’s reminder, Wen Tang finally recalled the plot of the original novel.

In the book, the original Wen Tang had already married Ning Xu early on, but she never acknowledged her as a wife. She treated Ning Xu with cold indifference and rarely came home.

At first, Ning Xu had held hopes for their marriage, but over time, her heart froze. After an accident, she met the male lead, Cheng Ye. Through several encounters, the two fell deeply in love.

Later, when Wen Tang—madly in love with Ye Youyi—brought down the Ning family, Ning Xu, who had kept silent all along, exposed evidence of Wen Tang’s corporate espionage. She and Cheng Ye joined forces to send Wen Tang to prison.

Now, however, since Wen Tang hadn’t yet married into the Ning family, she had assumed Cheng Ye hadn’t appeared in the story yet.

But the system reminded her that Cheng Ye had already entered the picture—she just hadn’t realized it.

If that was the case, then perhaps Ning Xu had already met him. And if so, maybe this engagement could soon be dissolved.

The next day, before Wen Qi could send over any updates, Wen Tang was summoned by the Wen matriarch and ordered to visit the Ning family in person.

Sitting in the back of a stretch Lincoln, surrounded by two tall, muscular Alpha escorts, she quickly abandoned any thought of slipping away unnoticed.

Still, since Wen Qi hadn’t yet reported back, perhaps going to the Ning estate might yield some useful discoveries—maybe even a pleasant surprise.

The Ning family mansion was located on the outskirts of the city. The scenery there was tranquil, perfect for recovery or rest.

As soon as Wen Tang stepped out of the car, a few neatly dressed servants came to greet her—but Ning Xu herself was nowhere to be seen.

Led into a finely decorated pavilion, she was soon greeted by Madam Ning, who smiled warmly upon seeing her.

“Madam Ning.” Wen Tang inclined her head politely.

“Good child, come and sit.” Madam Ning was delighted by her visit; to her, this represented the Wen family’s sincerity toward her daughter.

After a few exchanges of polite conversation, Wen Tang stated her purpose directly.

“I heard that Miss Ning’s health has been fragile since her last accident. I was wondering if I might be allowed to visit her.”

“Of course,” Madam Ning said, smiling kindly. “But she just took her medicine and fell asleep. Why don’t you wait until she wakes?”

Although Wen Tang wanted nothing more than to resolve the matter immediately, there was no need to rush this minute. She nodded lightly. “Very well. I’ll wait until she wakes.”

For the next two hours, she sat calmly with a polite smile, listening to Madam Ning’s endless chatter.

Just as she was about to lose her composure, a servant entered and announced softly, “Miss Ning is awake.”