The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 50.2

Wen Chuan was visibly unhappy. She didn’t want to leave—not without hearing an explanation straight from Tan Hua. But Ms. Wei had already shot her a warning look. No matter how unwilling she felt, Wen Chuan had no choice but to follow her mother out.

Of course, she knew a thorough interrogation was coming the moment they got in the car.

Still, Wen Chuan had nothing to feel guilty about.

Just before leaving, she threw a frosty glance at Zheng Jinyu, then an even colder one at Tan Hua—silent and bitter—before turning and walking out without a word.

They hadn’t even reached the car when Ms. Wei snapped.
“What on earth was that? Is that how you talk to your Aunt Zheng?!”

Ms. Wei was once again filled with regret. Why, she wondered, why did I bring Wen Chuan here tonight of all nights?

She let out a long, deep breath and silently vowed never to bring her daughter to private gatherings with friends again.

The more I watch, the more embarrassed I get.

Meanwhile, Zheng Jinyu remained calm and composed, smiling patiently throughout the evening. Even when Wen Chuan started acting like she was determined to finish off an entire pot of tea, Zheng Jinyu showed not the slightest sign of annoyance. She even kindly asked Tan Hua to brew another pot and gently reminded,
“Don’t drink too much. You might have trouble sleeping later.”

Wen Chuan paused mid-sip and stared at her blankly.
What are you so proud of?

Watching Zheng Jinyu take the last sip from her cup, Wen Chuan gave her a tight, polite smile and replied coldly,
“You don’t need to worry about that, Aunt Zheng. I’m still young—I don’t have that kind of problem.”

Ms. Wei immediately sent a sharp glare her way and hissed under her breath,
“Watch your tone! Where are your manners?”

Tan Hua nearly choked on her tea and shot a cautious glance at Zheng Jinyu. Thankfully, she was still smiling, her expression unreadable. But whether or not she was actually offended—Tan Hua couldn’t tell.

After all, Zheng Jinyu was a mature adult and wouldn’t fuss over a teenager’s attitude. But Tan Hua? She was a working adult with full legal capacity.

So when Zheng Jinyu suddenly turned and flashed her a bright, beaming smile, it nearly made Tan Hua shiver. Suddenly, the tea in her cup didn’t taste so pleasant anymore.

What now?
Maybe I can slip out with Wen Chuan and her mom when they leave?

…Not exactly realistic.

She lowered her head, pretending to focus on sipping tea, trying to remain calm as her mind spun in panic.

Thanks to Wen Chuan’s blunt and inappropriate behavior, Ms. Wei knew they couldn’t stay much longer. After exchanging a few more polite pleasantries with Zheng Jinyu, she found an easy excuse:
“It’s already quite late—we won’t take up more of your time.”

Wen Chuan was reluctant to go. She didn’t want to leave without hearing an explanation directly from Tan Hua.

But Ms. Wei had already warned her with a stern look. No matter how unwilling she felt, Wen Chuan could only follow obediently—though she knew the car ride back was going to come with a full interrogation.

Still, she had nothing to hide. She’d done nothing wrong.

Just before leaving, Wen Chuan gave Zheng Jinyu a cold, almost hostile glance, then turned and shot an icy, accusatory look at Tan Hua before silently following Ms. Wei out the door.

They weren’t even at the car yet when Ms. Wei exploded.
“What is wrong with you? Is that how you speak to your Aunt Zheng?!”

“I don’t care what kind of drama you have going on with her wife,” she continued, her expression dark, “but have I ever taught you to speak to your elders like that?”

Wen Chuan opened her mouth, as if she wanted to argue—but in the end, she closed it again, choosing silence. She sat there, sullen, like a tightly sealed bottle.

Ms. Wei grew increasingly anxious—and frustrated. Every time they clashed, her daughter just shut down and refused to talk. She bottled up everything, always carrying it all on her own.

I’m her mother, Ms. Wei thought, not her enemy.

“Wen Chuan,” she said, forcing herself to stay calm. “I need an explanation.”

But Wen Chuan still said nothing.

The silence stretched on, until finally, she slung her backpack over one shoulder, turned around, and walked off in another direction.
“I’m heading home. Drive safe.”

Ms. Wei watched her daughter’s retreating figure disappear down the street, pressing her fingers to her temples with a sigh.
What kind of karma did I commit in my past life to be given such a headache of a daughter?

Wen Chuan walked alone along the quiet street. It was late, and hardly anyone was around. The silence was so absolute that she could hear her own heartbeat—loud, fast, and irregular—along with her unsteady breaths, heavy with frustration and sorrow.

She didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand why Tan Hua had done this to her.

How had they ended up like this?

How could Tan Hua already be married?

She was only twenty-two or twenty-three—fresh out of university. Her whole life ahead of her. Why would she throw it all away and walk into the graveyard that was marriage?

Wen Chuan simply couldn’t wrap her head around it.

As an elder, Zheng Jinyu naturally wouldn’t stoop to argue with a younger girl. But Tan Hua, being a fully capable adult with a steady job, wasn’t exactly off the hook.

So when Zheng Jinyu suddenly turned and flashed her a bright, radiant smile, Tan Hua flinched on instinct—like she’d been caught red-handed. Suddenly, the tea in her hand no longer tasted so pleasant.

What now? she thought. Should I sneak out with Wen Chuan and Ms. Wei when they leave?

Probably not realistic.

She lowered her head, focusing on her tea as if it were the most important thing in the world, sipping slowly and quietly while her mind raced in circles.

Because of Wen Chuan’s rude and impulsive behavior, Ms. Wei didn’t dare linger any longer. After exchanging a few polite but superficial words, she tactfully excused herself.
“It’s getting quite late. We shouldn’t disturb you any further.”

Wen Chuan was visibly unhappy. She didn’t want to leave without hearing a proper explanation from Tan Hua.

But Ms. Wei had already sent her a stern look. Even if she was unwilling, Wen Chuan had no choice but to obediently follow her mother out the door—though she knew she’d be facing a full interrogation in just a few minutes.

Still, she hadn’t done anything wrong, so she felt no guilt.

Before leaving, Wen Chuan gave Zheng Jinyu a subtle, hostile glance, then turned to glare coldly at Tan Hua. Only then did she withdraw her gaze and silently trail after Ms. Wei.

They hadn’t even reached the car when Ms. Wei unleashed a storm.
“What’s wrong with you? Is that how you talk to your Aunt Zheng?”

“I don’t care what kind of drama is going on between you and her wife, but how have I raised you? Have I ever taught you to speak to your elders like that?”

Her tone was harsh and full of disappointment.

Wen Chuan opened her mouth, as if about to defend herself, but ultimately said nothing. She clammed up like usual, her lips sealed tight.

Ms. Wei grew both anxious and angry. Every time her daughter ran into a problem, she just swallowed it down in silence, refusing to talk, bearing everything alone.
I’m her mother, not her enemy…

“Wen Chuan,” she called out again, trying to keep her tone calm, “I need an explanation.”

But Wen Chuan stayed silent.

The tension between them stretched until, finally, she slung her bag over one shoulder and turned, walking in the opposite direction.
“I’m going home. You take care on the road.”

Ms. Wei stood there watching her daughter’s retreating back, rubbing her temples in frustration.
What sins did I commit in my past life to end up with a daughter like this?

Wen Chuan walked alone. It was late, and the streets were nearly empty. The silence wrapped around her, so complete she could hear her heartbeat, her ragged breathing from holding back all the things she couldn’t say.

She didn’t understand.

She didn’t understand why Tan Hua would do this. Why things between them had become so messy.

How could she already be married?

Tan Hua was only twenty-two, maybe twenty-three—freshly graduated, with her whole future still ahead of her. Why would she throw that all away and walk straight into the “grave” of marriage?

It didn’t make sense.

She must be lying, Wen Chuan thought silently. Tomorrow after school, I’m going to find her. I’ll make her give me a proper explanation.

After Ms. Wei and Wen Chuan left, the room finally quieted down. Tan Hua set down her teacup, awkwardly smoothed her clothes, and stood up.
“…I should probably head home too.”

But Zheng Jinyu didn’t respond to that. Instead, she said calmly,
“Hua Hua, shouldn’t you give me an explanation?”

An explanation? What explanation?
Tan Hua lifted her eyes slowly.
“As you saw, I know that high school girl.”

She looked Zheng Jinyu right in the eye and lied without blinking.
“Besides occasionally helping Lu Huaixu out, I also tutor students. She just happens to be one of them.”

Stone-faced, she continued,
“She was probably just shocked just now because she didn’t expect someone as young as me to already be married. I mean, I’m only twenty-three.”

“And since I usually don’t wear a wedding ring or anything, it’s totally understandable, right? Out of nowhere, she finds out someone so young and attractive is already married—it’s a pretty worldview-shattering moment for a kid her age, wouldn’t you say?”

The more Tan Hua talked, the more convinced she became of her own story. She even straightened her back confidently.
“Seriously, put yourself in her shoes—if it were you, wouldn’t you be shocked by something like that?”

Zheng Jinyu could instantly tell Tan Hua was lying. Her shifty eyes made her guilt all too obvious.

She let out a quiet laugh—one that made Tan Hua pause in confusion.

“Oh really?” she said lightly. Then, seeing Tan Hua nod quickly like a pecking chick, Zheng Jinyu smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Because I have a feeling… things didn’t quite go that way.”

“You’re sure you’re not lying to me?”

“Of course not!” Tan Hua immediately put on a wounded expression, her voice anxious and defensive.
“Why would I lie to you out of nowhere? Just to win back your affection?”

That last line made Zheng Jinyu’s fingers unconsciously tighten. So in other words… Tan Hua wasn’t trying to win her back at all. She didn’t care how she felt—never had.

A wave of cold disappointment swept through Zheng Jinyu’s chest. She let out a soft, bitter chuckle.
“I see.”

Tan Hua, thinking the topic had passed, was just beginning to relax when Zheng Jinyu suddenly added,
“Well, I’ll ask her myself next time we meet.”

“Since she clearly didn’t seem to like me very much just now.”

Zheng Jinyu was smiling—gentle, harmless, perfectly polite. To a stranger, she would seem open and approachable, someone easy to get along with.

But Tan Hua, who knew her better, instantly sensed the danger behind that smile.
“There’s no need for that, is there?”

“What if you two don’t get along and start arguing?” Tan Hua asked seriously, because frankly, she could absolutely see that happening.

Zheng Jinyu chuckled,
“No need to worry. Her mother will keep her in line.”

“And besides, I’d really like to know why she dislikes me so much. I recall that night at the bar—her feelings for you were clearly not ordinary.”

Zheng Jinyu’s voice was calm, but her words were pointed, peeling back layers with unnerving precision. Tan Hua, afraid she might dig up something more, quickly interrupted.
“I should head home.”

She stood up stiffly.
“I left some documents at home I’ll need for work tomorrow.”

Her tone made it clear—she wanted to leave, and fast.

Zheng Jinyu gave her a warm smile and didn’t try to stop her.
“All right.”

Tan Hua didn’t dare let her drive her home. She changed her shoes, practically bolted out the door, and only let out a breath once she was safely inside a taxi.

“This week, I’d better steer clear of both Zheng Jinyu and Wen Chuan,” she muttered to herself.

“Time to behave and focus on making money with Sheng Yiheng.”

She mentally tallied up her current savings. It looked like she had enough to put a down payment on a decent apartment.

But when the time came to buy it, she’d need to choose a location far, far away from those toxic Alphas. That way, when their inevitable whirlwind romances with the heroine turned into an emotional battlefield, she wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire.

Tan Hua thought over her plans all the way to the bar. When she arrived, she chatted briefly with the front desk clerk. That’s when she heard the bar’s owner—who had recently returned to the country—was preparing to open a new location in the Chongyang District.

Tan Hua’s expression shifted.

Chongyang District?
Isn’t that near Sheng Yiheng’s company headquarters?

She immediately told the receptionist,
“Let me know when the new place opens—I’ll come support you guys and help fill the seats.”

The clerk beamed and agreed, waving her off as she headed upstairs.

—

Over the next several days, Tan Hua deliberately kept herself busy, leaving early and coming back late just to avoid running into Zheng Jinyu or Wen Chuan. She claimed she was swamped with work and barely had time to reply to messages or answer calls. When she did respond, it was half-hearted at best—just a vague excuse before she hurriedly hung up.

Wen Chuan was fuming.

She wanted nothing more than to confront Tan Hua face-to-face and demand an explanation. But she had no way of getting into Shengyuan Group, and without access, there was no opportunity to catch her.

After days of suppressed frustration, Wen Chuan finally couldn’t take it anymore.

She applied for leave again—this time with one goal in mind:
track down Tan Hua at Shengyuan Group and get answers.

Sheng Yiheng had begun to feel that Tan Hua was being a little too diligent lately—so diligent it was almost suspicious.

She tried poking around, both openly and subtly, but Tan Hua answered everything with a perfectly professional attitude, showing no sign of anything out of the ordinary.

Sheng Yiheng ended up observing her for several days. But eventually, she had to admit—if Tan Hua didn’t want her to find anything, there was simply no way she would.

In the end, she gave up.

After all, an employee showing initiative and passion for their work should be a good thing. She should be happy about it.

Every bit of effort Tan Hua put in meant more value created for her company. That thought finally convinced Sheng Yiheng to let it go and stop fixating on Tan Hua’s odd behavior.

—

Meanwhile, Tan Hua was working overtime to keep up the appearance of “diligence.”

It was exhausting.

So when a rare opportunity to leave the office came up, she signed up immediately—without a second thought. Bag slung over her shoulder, she headed to the parking lot in high spirits, ready to catch a breath of fresh air.

But before she could reach the parking lot, a familiar figure caught her eye.

She froze.

The moment she realized who it was, she didn’t hesitate—she turned around and bolted.

Unfortunately, Wen Chuan had spotted her the second she appeared. And just as Tan Hua turned to flee, Wen Chuan kicked into full track-and-field mode, chasing her down with all the power of an Alpha athlete.

She grabbed Tan Hua’s slender wrist and gritted her teeth.
“Why are you running?”

“So guilty just from seeing me, huh?”

Tan Hua gave a sheepish laugh.
“I wasn’t running.” She blinked innocently. “I just suddenly remembered I left something behind and thought I’d better go back and grab it quickly.”

“Oh really.” Wen Chuan sneered, clearly not buying it.

The eighteen-year-old Alpha towered over her, eyes sharp and cold, her presence forceful and unrelenting.
“Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

“Like the part where you’re already married.”

She was trying her best to stay calm, not to scare Tan Hua off. But her heart was a tangled mess of anger and pain, and her eyes were already starting to turn red despite herself.

Tan Hua saw the tears welling up and panicked slightly.
“…Wait, your mom didn’t tell you? Zheng Jinyu and I divorced months ago.”

Wen Chuan had mentally prepared for every kind of excuse, every possible denial or lie Tan Hua might try to spin.

But not this.

This single sentence stunned her more than anything she’d imagined.

For a moment, it felt like fireworks were exploding in her ears—one after another, dazzling and loud—leaving her dizzy and slightly breathless.

She’s still single.

The kid: Joy from the heavens has arrived (cue victory dance .gif)

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