The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 33

Under Tan Hua’s repeated jabs, Wen Chuan’s expression had long passed the point of just “bad.”

Tan Hua watched the dark cloud hovering over her, that heavy gloom settling across her face like soot—so much so that Tan Hua almost couldn’t keep the corners of her lips from twitching. Maybe I shouldn’t have told her that… she thought.

The kid looked genuinely shaken. Something about it made Tan Hua feel a bit sorry for her.

Just as she was starting to regret it, Wen Chuan finally spoke.

“It’s fine,” she said quietly, like she was trying to convince herself. “Sister Yuan probably just got busy again, caught up in something… that’s why she hasn’t replied to me yet.”

Tan Hua: “…Seriously?”
Wow. That’s some Olympic-level denial.

She couldn’t help letting out a short laugh.
“Oh? So she didn’t reach out to you the moment she was free, but she had time to call Sheng Yiheng instead? Doesn’t that maybe suggest you’re… not that important to her?”

“I won’t let you drive a wedge between us!” Wen Chuan suddenly snapped, turning to glare at her with fierce eyes.
“You better keep those manipulative little thoughts to yourself!”

Tan Hua resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She raised her hands in surrender and asked, sincerely:
“So… do you still want to go to the bar with me?”

She watched the Alpha stiffen, clearly caught off guard. Then, with a teasing smile, Tan Hua added,
“Sure, come with me if you want. But imagine if Cheng Yuan finally calls you while you’re inside and… you miss it.”

She didn’t say more. She figured Wen Chuan was smart enough to get the message.

And she was—just not in the way Tan Hua expected.

Wen Chuan’s eyes darkened.
“Are you trying to get rid of me,” she said coldly, “so you can sneak off and have your little fun with a bunch of Alphas without me around?”

“Tan Hua, don’t even think about it.” She gritted her teeth, like she’d just exposed Tan Hua’s entire plan.

Caught red-handed, Tan Hua wasn’t bothered. She gave Wen Chuan a slow side glance, smirking.
“What, not calling me ‘Mommy’ now?”

She leaned in just a little, lips curling, voice playful.
“You used to love calling me that, remember?”

A faint fragrance drifted toward Wen Chuan as Tan Hua got closer—light, clean, and strangely comforting. It hit all her weak spots. Wen Chuan stiffened. On reflex, she pushed Tan Hua back and pressed her lips together tightly.

Her eyes trembled slightly. Her thoughts were a mess. Under Tan Hua’s half-smiling, unreadable gaze, she clenched her fists and tried to shove down the strange feelings bubbling up.

“None of your business,” she muttered coldly.

“If we’re going, let’s go already.”

She yanked open the car door, long legs stepping out first. Then she turned and looked back at Tan Hua, waiting.

Tan Hua shrugged and whispered to the system,
“I did try to talk her out of it. She’s the one who insisted.”

She followed Wen Chuan out, slipping the car keys into her pocket. Her eyes sparkled the moment she spotted the bar up ahead.

Wen Chuan immediately picked up on that look and found herself automatically walking closer to Tan Hua.

Tan Hua shot her a surprised glance but didn’t push her away. Instead, she raised a hand and waved enthusiastically.
“Let’s go! You won a trophy today—we have to celebrate properly!”

Celebrate me? Wen Chuan sneered inwardly. More like you just want an excuse to go party.

Still, she didn’t argue. With a cold expression, she followed behind Tan Hua, watching as the Omega laughed and chatted with other Alphas, danced freely in the crowd, and flirted with shy women who approached her.

Tan Hua was glowing—confident, charismatic, magnetic.

And the longer Wen Chuan watched, the more unbearable it became.

Especially when Tan Hua began to get closer—too close—to a certain pretty Alpha, practically shoulder-to-shoulder with her in the dim light.

Wen Chuan abruptly stood up and stormed over.

She stepped right between Tan Hua and the stranger, physically cutting them off.

With icy eyes, she gave the woman a sharp look, then turned her full attention to Tan Hua.

At that moment, Wen Chuan genuinely wanted to drag Tan Hua out of the bar and lock her in a room where no one else could see her. But that was obviously impossible.

Still, her patience was hanging by a thread.

Tonight, Tan Hua had tested her over and over again.

Wen Chuan used her tall frame to shield Tan Hua from the crowd of Alphas around her. Not a single one was allowed near her—not even a brush of clothing.

She stared coldly and asked,
“Are you done?”

Her brows were furrowed tight. Her face showed nothing but frustration.

She clearly had zero interest in staying any longer.

“It’s just getting started,” Tan Hua said, clearly confused. “Why are you leaving already? That can’t be it.”

She looked at Wen Chuan with surprise.
“If you’ve got other things to do, go ahead. I won’t mind.”

But I do! Wen Chuan screamed inwardly, clenching her jaw.

Her eyes scanned the bar, landing sharply on several people whose gazes were clearly full of ill intent toward Tan Hua. She glared at one of them—cold and vicious—and the other person instantly flinched, looking away in embarrassment.

How could Tan Hua not see it? Wen Chuan thought, nearly driven to madness.

Her emotions surged. She reached out and grabbed Tan Hua’s wrist, trying to pull her out of the crowd—but Tan Hua immediately pulled back with a displeased expression.

“What are you doing?” she asked, voice laced with annoyance.

“There are too many people here. It’s not safe,” Wen Chuan said stiffly, hiding her true feelings behind the excuse.

The Alpha frowned, trying hard to hold her temper.
“Didn’t you notice the way everyone around you is eyeing you up like prey?”

“I did,” Tan Hua said calmly.
Then she gave Wen Chuan a slow, knowing look.
“They see me as a target, sure… but whether I’m the prey or the predator—who knows?”

“You really like chasing danger, don’t you?” Wen Chuan’s voice was strained with frustration.
“You can’t sit still for even a minute, not even in your own home? You used to be nothing like this!”

Finally, the emotions she’d been bottling up spilled over.

Her eyes stung. Her chest tightened.

Wen Chuan stared at Tan Hua, and a flood of feelings swept through her like a crashing wave—tension and devastation all at once. Her whole body stiffened with it.

She thought back.
Tan Hua used to be so gentle, so attentive—utterly devoted. She used to look at Wen Chuan like she was her whole world.

But now? Now, everything was different.

Tan Hua’s attention was scattered—drawn toward people like Lu Huaixu, Sheng Yiheng, and countless others Wen Chuan didn’t even know. The gap between what they used to be and what they were now felt like a gaping canyon.

Why?
Why had things changed so drastically?

Wasn’t she the one who had been there first?

Now, somehow, Tan Hua had become the one with all the power and distance—while Wen Chuan had been reduced to someone chasing after her, desperate and unsure.

In the dim lighting, the Alpha’s refined features blurred slightly. A flicker of neon swept across her face just as Tan Hua noticed the shimmer in her red-rimmed eyes.

Still, Tan Hua’s expression remained calm.

Then she asked, quietly but directly:
“Are you taking out your feelings about Cheng Yuan… on me?”

The words hit like a hammer.

Wen Chuan’s chest tightened as if gripped by an invisible hand. Her breathing became shallow, and it took her a moment to find her voice again.

“…Why would you think that?”

“Because I don’t believe, with the kind of relationship we have, that you’d be this affected by me.”

“You wouldn’t get jealous just because I stood close to another woman. You wouldn’t charge in and pull me away like that unless…”

Tan Hua paused, then added,
“Unless you were already upset. And ever since I told you Cheng Yuan called Sheng Yiheng earlier today, you’ve been like this.”

“So, Wen Chuan. Are you mad at her… but taking it out on me?”

That calm but firm tone was so different from Tan Hua’s usual soft, laid-back demeanor that it made Wen Chuan panic for a second.

She instinctively denied it.
“I’m not…”

But her lips trembled, and without realizing it, the truth spilled out.

“I just don’t want to see you getting that close to other women—”

Realizing too late what she’d said, she quickly tried to cover it up:
“Those people… they don’t have good intentions. I’m worried about you.”

Tan Hua looked at her in silence, lips lifting into a faint smile.

“Is that so?”

“…Yes.” Wen Chuan opened her mouth again, and her heart thudded violently in her chest, fast and uncontrollable.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

She had never seen Tan Hua like this before—so composed, so assertive. Every nerve in her body was on edge.

But under that subtle tension, she also felt something else:

Attraction.

Even with Tan Hua’s sharp words, even with her pressing questions—Wen Chuan couldn’t look away.

She wanted to see more. More of this confident, unpredictable side of Tan Hua. The intensity. The boldness.

It was intoxicating.

As the two stood there in a quiet but tense standoff, the system appeared in Tan Hua’s mind with a very conflicted tone:

“Host… I think Wen Chuan’s affection level just spiked. A lot.”

Even without checking the data, just looking at Wen Chuan’s eyes—those shimmering, expressive eyes—was enough to tell what she was feeling.

Her eyes were truly beautiful: long and slightly upturned at the corners, classic peach blossom eyes full of watery emotion—innocent, pure, and impossibly seductive.

“I know,” Tan Hua replied calmly. “Isn’t she exactly the type who enjoys this tortured love game? The more you hurt her, the more she falls for you.”

The system: “…”
I’ve followed this Host for too long. Nothing shocks me anymore. Every kind of emotional masochist or manipulative lunatic is just normal now.

“She’s a neglected kid,” Tan Hua continued. “Her parents divorced when she was young. Of course she craves intense, possessive love. That’s textbook psychology.”

“If she didn’t care about love at all, I’d actually be worried—might have to crack her head open to see what’s wrong in there.”

The system twitched.
“…Maybe that’s why she’s so obsessed with the female lead,” Tan Hua added thoughtfully. “Back then, Cheng Yuan probably felt like the only light in her cold, lonely little world. If I were her, I’d cling to Cheng Yuan too.”

“So what, Host,” the system asked, growing curious, “are you saying you’re going to follow the lead’s example and win Wen Chuan over with warmth and love?”

Tan Hua looked at it like it had gone mad.

“Why on earth would you think that?” she asked, incredulous.
“When have I ever seemed like that kind of saintly person to you?”

The system was immediately silenced. “…Fair.”

“So then,” the system tried again, “you’re going to stick with this painful, twisted, love-hate route and emotionally destroy each other until you’re both left in pieces?”

Tan Hua didn’t answer.
She simply stared at Wen Chuan with amusement, her gaze unreadable.

Wen Chuan shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, heat rising to her cheeks and ears. She turned her face slightly away and muttered, her voice just barely shaking:

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Let’s go,” Tan Hua said instead, casually turning around to grab her jacket and shoulder bag.

Wen Chuan stood frozen, watching her move. It took her a second to process what was happening before she asked, dazed, “Go where?”

Tan Hua’s voice was lazy, languid.
“You said you didn’t want me messing around in bars, right? So now we’re going somewhere quiet and safe instead.”

The words were said offhandedly, almost carelessly. But the second Wen Chuan caught the meaning behind them, a rush of joy surged through her like a flood bursting through a dam.

Her legs moved before her brain could catch up.

As she trailed behind Tan Hua’s petite figure, all she could think was—
She does care.

She really does care about how I feel. She changed her mind… because I was upset. That means I matter to her.

Wen Chuan’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She couldn’t help picking up her pace to walk beside Tan Hua, asking eagerly:
“Then where are we going?”

“No idea,” Tan Hua shrugged. “Let’s just wander.”

She couldn’t hit the bar, couldn’t flirt with women… so wherever they went didn’t really matter anymore. Still—she glanced over at Wen Chuan, looked her up and down, and suddenly asked:

“It’s late. Aren’t you going home? Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“It’s Saturday,” Wen Chuan replied, blinking. “We have the day off.”

Tan Hua fell silent.
Great.

She still had to go to work tomorrow while this kid got to sleep in. That one sentence alone ruined the bliss she’d felt all day after raking in cash.

Wen Chuan noticed the shift in her mood and panicked, thinking she’d said something wrong. She instantly shrank inward, trying to make herself less noticeable.

Tan Hua, meanwhile, was already plotting how to squeeze more money out of Sheng Yiheng next.

Then her eyes landed on the trophy Wen Chuan still held tightly in her arms.

“You played well today,” she said casually.

Wen Chuan blinked, clearly surprised.
“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” Tan Hua nodded.
“Every girl in the audience had her eyes on you. It was hard not to notice.”

“No… no, that’s not true!” Wen Chuan’s heart jumped. She waved her hands quickly.
“They weren’t looking at me—they were all looking at Qi Yu! She’s loud and flashy, and her family’s loaded. All the girls at school are obsessed with her…”

“So her name’s Qi Yu,” Tan Hua said, suddenly enlightened.

Wen Chuan’s breath caught. That small flicker of joy that had just appeared on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a subtle tightness as she turned to look at Tan Hua.

“It’s a nice name,” Tan Hua added thoughtfully.
“You two must be pretty close, huh? Maybe next time, you can bring her along to hang out with us—”

“Don’t even think about it!” Wen Chuan snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence.

There was no way she’d let Tan Hua and Qi Yu meet again.

Qi Yu was cocky, arrogant, and way too flirtatious. What if—just what if—Tan Hua ended up falling for her too, just like all those other girls?

Even if Wen Chuan didn’t believe someone like Tan Hua, who had already met Lu Huaixu, would actually fall for a flashy little flirt like Qi Yu…

Still. What if?

She wasn’t willing to take that risk.

Tan Hua looked at Wen Chuan’s sudden outburst with mild surprise, but didn’t push it. She just let out a small, disappointed “Oh,” and let it drop.

Fine, she thought.
If Wen Chuan didn’t bring her over, she’d just go find Qi Yu herself. After all, their collaboration with the school wasn’t over yet. There would be plenty of chances.

Wen Chuan, of course, had no idea what Tan Hua was really thinking. After her momentary jealousy passed, she was once again swept up in the joy of Tan Hua showing her attention.

After all the recent cold shoulders, this rare warmth felt like something precious.

She hadn’t had any plans for the night anyway. Originally, she just wanted to confront Tan Hua and demand an explanation. She never got that—but this… this felt better. A different kind of satisfaction settled in her chest.

As they strolled down a street lined with bars, Tan Hua’s gaze stuck to the neon signs like glue. It took real effort to pull her eyes away.

Wen Chuan noticed but pretended not to.
Instead, she asked in a neutral tone, “Are you still staying at that bar?”

“Where else?” Tan Hua replied lazily, her voice drifting.

Then, with a slightly bitter edge, she added,
“It’s not like I have a real home in this world.”

Me neither, Wen Chuan echoed silently.

Her parents had divorced when she was young. Neither remarried, and neither had other children. But still, there had never really been a place that felt like home.

She hesitated, conflicted. Her lips parted, then closed again.

Finally, she made up her mind and spoke.
“Then… why don’t you come stay with me?”

Tan Hua turned to her, surprised.

Wen Chuan gripped her fingers tightly, then said with determination,
“I’m renting a place. It has two bedrooms. You can take the master.”

“And if you think it’s too small or not comfortable enough, I can move to a better place—any style you like, I’ll furnish it however you want.”

Her offer was sincere, her heart completely open.

But unfortunately for her, Tan Hua was unmoved.

She shut down the suggestion with a single line:
“You’re an Alpha. I’m an Omega. If one day I go into heat and can’t control my pheromones…”

She paused, then smiled lightly, eyes glinting.
“What do you think would happen?”

“And how would you explain that… to Cheng Yuan?”

Wen Chuan felt like she’d been doused in a bucket of ice water.

She clenched her fists but said nothing. The dream she’d just started to build was instantly shattered.

But then she heard Tan Hua say, almost casually:
“Besides, I only stay at the bar because it’s convenient.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t have other places I could go.”

A flicker of confusion crossed Wen Chuan’s face. For a moment, she felt lost—like Tan Hua was subtly, deliberately drawing a line between them.

It sounded like she was preparing to end whatever they had.

To cut off this so-called “cooperation,” clean and final.

A flicker of panic passed through Wen Chuan’s heart, but she tried her best to suppress the unease and doubt.

“If that’s what’s bothering you,” she said, forcing calm into her voice, “then during your heat, I can give the apartment to you.”

Tan Hua looked at her in surprise.

“I’ll go stay at a friend’s place,” Wen Chuan added, lowering her voice as she pressed her lips together.

“She has a big house. One more person won’t matter.”

She sounded so pitiful that Tan Hua couldn’t help but laugh.
“What? Didn’t your parents give you any property?” she asked.
“Why are you running around like some poor little thing with nowhere to go?”

“I have property,” Wen Chuan admitted with a small nod.
Then she added a bit awkwardly, “I… rented all of it out.”

Tan Hua raised a brow.

Wen Chuan hesitated, her words sticking to her tongue, but finally, she mumbled the truth:
“And I spent all the rent money… on personal expenses.”

What kind of expenses could eat up that much cash?

Tan Hua fell silent.

The picture painted itself in her head—she looked like some cold, manipulative vixen who seduced a clueless little rich girl out of house and home.

She sighed.

Looking at Wen Chuan with an almost parental tone, she said,
“If money’s really tight for you, how about we just—”

“No!” Wen Chuan snapped, sharp and unexpectedly loud.

Tan Hua: “…Huh?”

“I said no,” Wen Chuan repeated firmly, face cold and serious.
“My finances are none of your business. I’ll handle it.”

Tan Hua was speechless.
She quietly grumbled to the system,
“She’s acting like some devoted lover who’s sworn to be loyal until death.”

Wen Chuan, terrified that Tan Hua would try to draw boundaries and distance herself again, spoke with a seriousness she didn’t even realize she was capable of.

“We agreed. No matter what decisions you make, they have to go through me.”

“This is no exception.”

And without waiting for a reply, she grabbed Tan Hua’s wrist and started walking.
“It’s in the contract,” she said flatly. “You’re under my service period. You follow my arrangements. I say move in with me, and you do.”

She was determined now—if she had to keep Tan Hua under twenty-four-hour surveillance to stop her from getting cozy with random Alphas, so be it.

Even if the gods descended from the heavens, they wouldn’t change her mind.

Tan Hua really didn’t want this clingy Alpha getting in her way. She tried to decline politely.

“Things are a bit chaotic lately, and I’m not used to living with someone else.”

“Not even with me?” Wen Chuan frowned, clearly upset.

Tan Hua smiled lightly, just about to respond when a ringtone suddenly broke the moment.

The familiar tune of “A Little Happiness” chimed from Wen Chuan’s backpack. Both girls looked down in unison.

Wen Chuan hesitated, didn’t move.

But the caller didn’t give up. The phone kept ringing, again and again.

Finally, with a trace of annoyance in her tone, Tan Hua asked,
“Aren’t you going to check who it is?”

Wen Chuan shrugged dismissively.
“Who else could it be? What could be more important than this conversation right now?”

But when she noticed the slight impatience on Tan Hua’s face, she relented and pulled out her phone.

The screen flipped over, and there it was:

[Sister Cheng Yuan] — Incoming Video Call

An international call.

The first call had already cut off after going unanswered. But before she could process it, the same ringtone started up again. A second call.

Wen Chuan froze.

She didn’t move. Didn’t answer. Didn’t reject. Just stood there, rigid like a statue—completely dumbfounded.

Tan Hua watched her. She didn’t speak at first.

Then, with a raised brow and a slow, amused drawl, she asked,
“You’re not going to pick up?”

Wen Chuan, internally:
Am I insane? Do I look like I want to die??
(18 years old. Cause of death: emotionally impaled in a love triangle.)

Because make no mistake— Hell hath no fury like a battlefield full of exes.