The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 64

“Do you like me?” Sheng Yiheng heard herself mumble in a voice that sounded almost like a coquettish whine.

It was strange. Clearly, she hadn’t wanted to act like this—especially not in front of Zheng Jinyu. She never intended to appear so… childish. But the alcohol had hit her hard, and now she couldn’t control her words or actions.

And yet, even though her body and speech felt out of control, her mind remained unusually clear. She was perfectly aware of what she was saying—and what she still wanted to say.

“Have you always just been playing around with me?” Sheng Yiheng held the petite and delicate body of the Omega in her arms, tightening her grip as if she couldn’t bear to let go.

Her body was soft—so soft that Sheng felt as if her own heart was collapsing in on itself. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, one too wonderful for words.

It was just like that moment in the car, when she had accidentally brushed against the other’s fluffy hair… no—this feeling stirred her heart even more deeply.

She smelled so good too. The faint scent of her body wash, the subtle fragrance of laundry detergent clinging to her clothes, and the gentle hint of pheromones from her skin all blended together—not overwhelming, but mesmerizing, subtly intoxicating.

Sheng Yiheng’s eyes began to redden. The most primal desires in her heart, magnified by the alcohol, surged up like a tide, threatening to burst forth from her long, deep eyes.

Tan Hua stood completely frozen, hands raised in the air. She stared blankly ahead, wide-eyed and unfocused.
“…S-System, just now, was that—?”

She swallowed hard, uncertain, her heartbeat quickening, her lips suddenly dry.
“Was that a hallucination?”

“Nope,” the system answered cheerfully. “I heard it too.”

If both of them had heard it, how could it be a hallucination?

As if to confirm the system’s words, Sheng Yiheng spoke again, relentlessly persistent:
“Hua Hua, I like you. Do you like me?”
Her arms wrapped more tightly around the Omega’s waist.
“Have you ever had even the slightest bit of affection for me?”

“Just affection, not love,” she added, her voice low and pitiful, like a wronged puppy.

Mechanically, Tan Hua turned her stiff neck downward—and immediately locked eyes with Sheng Yiheng’s tear-reddened gaze. The other woman stared up at her without blinking, eyes full of clarity and hope.

From where Tan Hua stood, she could almost see the shadow of Sheng’s thick eyelashes falling gently across the bright, glassy surface of her irises.

Deadly. Absolutely deadly.

Tan Hua’s heart pounded heavily twice. This version of Sheng Yiheng—was completely disarming.

So different from her usual cold elegance, her sharp and venomous demeanor. In this moment, Sheng seemed harmless. And Tan Hua simply couldn’t bring herself to say no—to reject her, to deny her.

Tan Hua opened her mouth, hesitation written all over her face.

And Sheng Yiheng noticed. She grabbed Tan Hua’s hand and pressed it against her own arm and stomach.
“Don’t you like my body anymore? I’ve kept in great shape.”

“Look—I’ve got muscles and abs.”

“When we first met, didn’t you really like my looks and my beauty?”

Every word Sheng Yiheng uttered made Tan Hua feel as if the temperature behind her dropped another degree. She forced a laugh and turned around to explain to Zheng Jinyu, whose face had almost no trace of a smile left.
“Haha… she’s just joking.”

“A joke? As if I could be that kind of shallow woman—”
Her sentence cut off the moment her small hand was pressed against the firm, defined muscles of Sheng Yiheng’s body.

I’m sorry. I really am that kind of shallow woman, Tan Hua apologized silently in her heart.

“I didn’t want it to be like this either,” Tan Hua cried to the system in anguish. “But she’s seducing me with her perfect body! I’m a young, hormonal girl in the prime of life—how am I supposed to resist this kind of temptation?!”

System: “…”

Tan Hua went quiet, guilt flooding her chest. She didn’t even dare look Zheng Jinyu in the eye. Even though the original host was already divorced from Zheng, and she herself hadn’t taken things any further, the whole situation felt exactly like being caught cheating in bed.

She tried to discreetly pull her hand away, but Sheng Yiheng refused to let go. In fact, she only hugged her tighter. Her breath was hot, laced with alcohol, as it brushed over Tan Hua’s ear.
“Hua Hua, let’s sleep together tonight.”

Drunk courage emboldened cowardly hearts. Sheng Yiheng was both shocked by her own brazenness and secretly thrilled by it.
“When the sun rises tomorrow, let’s go register our marriage.”

The air around them seemed to drop ten degrees on the spot. Tan Hua shivered violently. Marriage license? Are you out of your mind?!

“N-No,” she said quickly, struggling a bit—but still couldn’t break free.

To be fair, Sheng Yiheng, who always looked so regal and untouchable, actually had quite a bit of strength and presence. In her arms, Tan Hua—slender and slight—unexpectedly felt a strange sense of security.

It was as if her body had already decided for her: This Alpha is someone worth trusting.

Zheng Jinyu was on the verge of going mad with jealousy.

She glared at the scene—Sheng Yiheng holding Tan Hua so tightly, so intimately—her pheromones nearly spiking out of control. She could barely restrain the irrational urge to grab a knife and separate the two of them by force.

“President Sheng, you’re drunk,” Zheng Jinyu said. Her voice was at least five degrees colder than usual. She stepped forward, slowly, placing a hand on Sheng Yiheng’s arm.
“Go rest in your room.”

“Let her go.”
Her lips pulled into a smile with no warmth, her tone thick with threat.

Sheng Yiheng had no intention of complying. She glanced at Zheng Jinyu’s hand but didn’t move. Calmly, she said:
“You’re jealous, Zheng Jinyu. You’re jealous that I get to hold her, and you don’t.”

“You like her, but she doesn’t like you.”
She delivered each word deliberately, each syllable stabbing at Zheng Jinyu’s heart.
“She likes me.”

Tan Hua had no idea how Sheng Yiheng reached such a conclusion. She opened her mouth to speak, but Sheng interrupted her again.
“Because when I hugged her just now, she didn’t push me away.”

“Her body has already accepted me.”

Tan Hua: “…?”

System: “???” What kind of divine logic is that? Did you self-study your school curriculum as a child?

Zheng Jinyu actually laughed at how absurd and unreasonable Sheng Yiheng sounded. But seeing as she was clearly drunk, she didn’t bother arguing. Instead, she kept a cold face as she pulled out her phone and called the villa’s security desk.

“Come help me escort someone.”

She spoke into the phone coolly, but her eyes remained locked on Tan Hua, not moving an inch.

Watching Tan Hua obediently nestled in Sheng Yiheng’s arms made a fire blaze in Zheng Jinyu’s chest—a fire called jealousy, wild and scorching, threatening to burn away every last shred of her reason.

Tan Hua, under Zheng Jinyu’s intense stare, felt more and more uneasy. But leaning against Sheng Yiheng… actually felt kind of nice.

She blinked slowly, trying to shake off the sudden wave of drowsiness brought on by the strange comfort. It was odd—Sheng Yiheng reeked of alcohol and some kind of elegant perfume, yet it wasn’t unpleasant at all.

On the contrary, it made her feel… safe.

The warmth of Sheng’s body, the perfect skin-to-skin temperature—it was addictive. Irresistible. Tan Hua didn’t want to move. She even thought, if possible, she’d like to stay wrapped up like this and just fall asleep.

After a long silence, Tan Hua finally spoke, disturbed by her own reactions.
“I think I should go get myself checked at the hospital.”

“What for?” the system asked.

Tan Hua sighed deeply.
“I think I’m… a little moved. I’m attracted to this version of Sheng Yiheng—her body, her warmth, her scent. It’s making my heart flutter.”
She furrowed her brows. “That’s not supposed to happen.”

“So I must be sick,” she concluded gravely. “When things calm down in a couple days, I’ll go get my brain checked.”

System: “…?”

Wait, what? You fall for someone and go see a neurologist? Shouldn’t you be booking a cardiologist instead? The system was utterly dumbfounded.

Tan Hua kept sighing while Zheng Jinyu glared daggers sharp enough to slice Sheng Yiheng into pieces. The sweetness and gentleness she once exuded had completely vanished, replaced by the raw edge and ruthlessness of an Alpha’s true nature.

Sheng Yiheng, however, paid no attention to Zheng Jinyu’s murderous stare. She held the Omega in her arms like something precious, delight written all over her face.

So this was what it felt like to hold an Omega. Soft, fragrant, adorably delicate—every glance made her want to keep looking. She could never get enough.

If only time could freeze in this moment forever.

Unfortunately, happiness is always short-lived. Zheng Jinyu didn’t give Sheng Yiheng much longer to indulge. When several burly security guards arrived, Zheng ordered coldly,
“Take her upstairs to the guest room.”

“And,” she added, biting her words, “get that Omega off her.”

Seeing her ex-wife so furious, Tan Hua didn’t dare let the guards intervene. She quickly took the opportunity to slip out of Sheng Yiheng’s embrace and trotted over to Zheng Jinyu with an ingratiating smile.
“President Zheng, I really had no choice just now.”

“You know me—I’m just a helpless Omega. Thin arms, skinny legs. How could I possibly break free from President Sheng’s hold?”
“…Right?”

Zheng Jinyu stared at her silently, her expression unreadable. Her gaze bore into Tan Hua until she gradually lowered her head, bit by bit… until finally, Zheng let out a single, quiet sound.

“Is that so.”

“Of course!” Tan Hua’s head shot back up, eager to please. “If you don’t believe me, why don’t you try it yourself?”

As the frost between Zheng Jinyu’s brows deepened once more, Tan Hua immediately shut her mouth, no longer daring to say anything foolish.

“You stay here. I’ll come back after settling her upstairs,” Zheng Jinyu ordered coldly.

Tan Hua dared not disobey and nodded so quickly it looked like a chicken pecking rice.
“Alright, you can count on me! Go ahead, I’ll wait right here.”

“I promise I’ll sit quietly and wait for your return.”

Her tone was so sincere that Zheng Jinyu gave her a long look before turning to follow the security guards and Sheng Yiheng upstairs.

Sheng Yiheng, of course, wasn’t cooperative. She kept insisting on seeing Tan Hua, whining about wanting to sleep next to her. It took nearly an hour of coaxing and wrangling to finally calm her down.

Zheng Jinyu exhaled, mentally regretting for the hundred and eighth time agreeing to Sheng Yiheng’s unreasonable request tonight.

She closed her eyes for a moment, steeling herself once more. From now on, she had to sever ties with Sheng Yiheng completely.

If only she hadn’t agreed to this in the name of politeness and appearances, things wouldn’t have spiraled into this mess. She wouldn’t have stood there helplessly, watching Tan Hua fall into another Alpha’s arms—watching them embrace with such ease and intimacy—

No. She couldn’t afford to think about it any longer.

Zheng Jinyu abruptly opened her eyes, a cold gleam flashing within.

It was time to go find Tan Hua.

At first, Tan Hua had felt uneasy waiting. But ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Then half an hour. Still, Zheng Jinyu didn’t return.

Her tension slowly ebbed away.

“What are they even doing up there?” Tan Hua leaned against the sofa, resting her cheek on her hand. “Are they… fighting behind my back?” she asked the system, confused.

She blinked her long lashes, casting elegant fan-shaped shadows on her pale skin.
“Or maybe…”
Suddenly, she shot upright and began pacing the room, muttering to herself:
“They both drank. And not just a little. Do you think there’s a chance they—”

“No,” the system interrupted flatly, finally unable to tolerate it.
“Zheng Jinyu is merely trying to calm down a drunken and unruly Sheng Yiheng. That’s all.”

“Oh…” Tan Hua drawled, sounding mildly disappointed. “I see.”

She pouted, then plopped back down on the sofa, pulling out her phone and aimlessly scrolling through popular videos.

Silence settled over the room. The surroundings were still, broken only by the occasional chirp of insects. Silvery moonlight poured in like silk through the spotless floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the room in a gentle glow.

Tan Hua’s figure was shrouded in light. Her long, straight black hair divided the moonlight into glimmering threads, casting a soft and radiant halo around her. She looked like a pearl—serene and luminous.

Zheng Jinyu had rarely seen this side of Tan Hua.

So quiet. So still. Like a delicate doll—no startling expressions, no sharp words that tore through her heart like blades.

In this moment, she was so beautiful that Zheng Jinyu instinctively held her breath, afraid that even a sound might disturb her.

Tan Hua hadn’t noticed Zheng Jinyu’s arrival. She lay curled lazily on the sofa, exuding a quiet charm—still and graceful, like a painting.

Zheng Jinyu gazed at her greedily, wishing time would freeze right here. No meddling from others, no sharp accusations fueled by resentment—only this private moment between the two of them.

Peaceful and perfect.

But such tender scenes rarely last.

Thanks to a quiet reminder from the system, Tan Hua finally noticed Zheng Jinyu’s presence. She instantly sat upright, adjusted her posture, and tucked her legs down neatly. Under the moonlight, her light-colored irises quietly sought Zheng’s figure.

She raised a hand with a cautious little wave.
“Hi?”

Zheng Jinyu nodded slightly, stepping closer.

Tan Hua quickly lowered her legs to the floor, slipped into her slippers, and stood up.
“You’re done?” she asked, feigning nonchalance.
“What took you so long?”

“It’s been nearly an hour, you know.”

Zheng Jinyu didn’t know how to explain everything she had just experienced. In the end, she chose to brush it off with a single, offhand remark:
“People get a little unruly when they’re drunk.”

Hearing that, Tan Hua immediately understood.
“So President Sheng can’t hold her liquor,” she sighed dramatically. “Next time we go drinking, maybe we shouldn’t bring her along.”

An attention-seeking mess.

It was just a casual comment from Tan Hua, but in the ears of a woman who had been suppressing her emotions all night, it took on a completely different meaning.

“You care about her that much?”

“Huh?” Tan Hua blinked, confused. “What?”

“She gets drunk once and you’re already worried about her.”
Zheng Jinyu’s lips curled into a faint smile, though her expression carried no warmth. The corners of her eyes and brows were tinged with a chill.

A subtle ache and wave of jealousy surged in Zheng Jinyu’s chest.
“You’ve only known her for how long?”

And yet you’re already so concerned she might get hurt from drinking too much.

The Alpha’s tone was noticeably off. Tan Hua sensed the shift and discreetly inched a few steps away.
“I’m not really sure what you’re implying, President Zheng.”
She looked genuinely puzzled, like an AI only programmed with basic logic. “Why would you think that?”

She frowned.
“Whether it’s President Sheng or you—if either of you drinks too much and ends up sick, I’d be worried.”

“And regardless of how long I’ve known her, it’s a fact that she was the one who helped me when I was nearly homeless. That can’t be denied.”

“She is my benefactor.”

Each word from the Omega was clear, firm, and unwavering. Zheng Jinyu’s face paled slightly.

She brought that up… Is she accusing me of my past indifference? After the divorce, when Tan Hua had nowhere to go, she had lost the protection once offered by Zheng Jinyu. And during that time, Zheng had stood by, basking in her own success, watching Tan Hua struggle and suffer without lifting a finger.

She must still resent me, Zheng thought bitterly, her heart tightening.

She wanted to defend herself, to explain—but seeing Tan Hua’s guarded expression, the words stuck in her throat.

Zheng Jinyu knew she had been a terrible person in the past. So she accepted Tan Hua’s blame without resistance. But what she couldn’t ignore—what burned in her memory—was the intimacy she had just witnessed between Tan Hua and Sheng Yiheng.

And after hearing Tan Hua admit those past wrongs so calmly, something inside her snapped. It was like a string in her mind finally broke—a catalyst that sent her repressed jealousy and desire spiraling out of control.

She gave up trying to pretend. She was done hiding her jealousy, her possessiveness, and her bitterness.

There was no point putting on the mask of the calm, considerate Alpha anymore. Tan Hua already knew what kind of person she was. If she kept playing the “gentle, self-restrained” role, she’d end up watching this Omega—her Omega—fall completely into someone else’s arms.

Zheng Jinyu couldn’t accept that.

She had to act.

“Hua Hua,” she said in a low voice, barely more than a whisper, “after all this time, do you really not understand how I feel?”

“You know I would do anything for you. Even if you asked me to pluck the stars from the sky—I’d try.”

Her voice was soft, almost mournful. Vulnerable. Tan Hua’s scalp prickled, her guard instantly going up.

“There’s no need for that,” she said, cautious and calm.
“I don’t need those kinds of grand, empty gestures.”

“Then what do you want?” Zheng Jinyu asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Whatever it is—if I can give it to you, I will.”

At that moment, she seemed as humble as dust.

Tan Hua’s mind stirred—just as she was about to throw out a ridiculous demand to scare her off, Zheng Jinyu’s tone abruptly changed, sharp and forceful:

“But first, you need to stay away from Sheng Yiheng.”

“And from the rest of those women—anyone else I don’t know who’s close to you.”

She was still brooding over Sheng Yiheng’s audacity to talk about registering a marriage with Tan Hua. Zheng Jinyu wanted to demand a remarriage right then and there. But when she opened her mouth to say the words, she didn’t have the courage.

She feared pushing Tan Hua too hard would trigger a complete backlash—one that would sever their relationship for good.

So for now, she had to try a different tactic.

Zheng Jinyu inched closer to Tan Hua, who instinctively stepped back.

One step closer.

One step back.

Until Tan Hua was backed into a corner, with nowhere left to retreat.

There was a hint of nervousness and something else in her eyes—expectation, maybe—but her face showed only alarm and anger.
“Zheng Jinyu, what do you think you’re doing?” she asked loudly, almost in panic.
“President Sheng is still in the house—!”

“She’s asleep.”
The moment Sheng Yiheng was mentioned, the temperature in Zheng Jinyu’s gaze plummeted. Her eyes locked onto Tan Hua’s, unrelenting and intense.

“Aunt Zhang has left, too.”

Her tall figure closed in, radiating the subtle fragrance of her refined perfume. In the blink of an eye, she had Tan Hua completely cornered—trapping her, cutting off any chance of escape.

“Hua Hua,” her voice softened to a near whisper, sweet as a drop of honey,
“right now, it’s just the two of us.”

Tan Hua: Just the two of us? …How about we play the co-op mode of Gold Miner then? (x)
President Sheng, suddenly wide awake at midnight: What the—? Has she no sense of shame or honor!?

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