The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 65

“So what now?” Tan Hua’s face was taut, her expression laced with a faint mix of shock and anger. “What do you want?”

“You know exactly what.” The woman’s eyes glowed with delight, subtly at first, then deepening, as if her entire gaze was filled with amusement. “Hua Hua, you know how much I like you.”

She raised a fair, delicate hand, attempting to touch the Omega’s beautiful face, but Tan Hua turned away stubbornly and proudly, refusing to let her.

Zheng Jinyu’s hand halted midair. With a sigh of regret, she instead reached out and gently twirled a strand of Tan Hua’s fragrant long hair around her slender, graceful fingers. “Hua Hua, just trust me one more time, won’t you?”

The Omega remained silent, resolutely turning her face away, refusing to even glance at Zheng Jinyu.

A trace of hurt and loneliness flashed in Zheng Jinyu’s eyes. The deep smile that had lingered on her face gradually faded. “Hua Hua, do you really hate me that much? You won’t even give me one more chance?”

Her voice was filled with sorrow, as though she had reached the depths of despair.

Tan Hua’s ears twitched slightly, but she said nothing, silently holding on to her right to remain quiet. Zheng Jinyu couldn’t help but let out a low, bitter laugh. “I understand.” Her lashes lowered in melancholy. Yet not even thirty seconds later, she had collected herself and regained her composure. “But I won’t give up.”

“Hua Hua.” She called the Omega’s name over and over, as if trying to engrave her voice deep into Tan Hua’s mind and heart. “I’ll work hard to make you see me differently—to accept me.”

Zheng Jinyu smiled, lips lightly pressed together. “Just now, you didn’t resist me or push me away. That means… deep down, you still feel something for me. Am I right?”

Tan Hua whipped around in disbelief. “?!”

Like hell I do.

Her stunned expression brought clear delight to Zheng Jinyu, whose elegant, graceful smile returned to her face. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said your thoughts out loud so bluntly.”

“I didn’t consider your pride. I apologize.” Her tone was light, almost teasing. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

With just a few words, the mood suddenly lightened. The forceful aggression Tan Hua had half-expected never came—and to say she wasn’t disappointed would be a lie.

After all the build-up, she figured she should at least get a sip of the soup.

But seeing how Zheng Jinyu remained dignified, poised, and openly sincere in her actions, Tan Hua realized that the other woman clearly wasn’t one to resort to crude force or disregard the Omega’s wishes.

Still… Lu Huaixu was more her type.

Like a primal beast, he acted purely on instinct. When he wanted to hunt, he didn’t hesitate—just charged straight ahead. Nothing else mattered.

“You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?” Zheng Jinyu suddenly broke the silence, interrupting Tan Hua’s thoughts. Jealousy flared like wildfire in her chest as she asked, breath hitching slightly, “She’s already asleep, and you still can’t let go of her?”

“Do you want to go upstairs and be with her?”

The Alpha’s aura teetered on the edge of possessiveness and obsession. Tan Hua lifted her eyes slightly and asked, “Do you want the truth or a lie?”

Zheng Jinyu fell silent. Eventually, as though to avoid losing control of her emotions, she wisely chose to drop the topic altogether. “It’s getting late. Go wash up and get some rest.”

She stepped aside, leaving enough space for Tan Hua to pass. “You’ve been busy lately. You must be mentally and physically exhausted.”

“You could say that,” Tan Hua replied casually. “I’ve never suffered like this in my entire life.”

Her sudden remark caught Zheng Jinyu off guard. For a moment, she stared in surprise, then let out a soft laugh. “Then when do you have time? I’ll arrange a full-body relaxation massage for you.”

Not giving Tan Hua a chance to refuse, Zheng Jinyu continued, “How about tomorrow? I’ll have the therapist come to the house and wait for you. You can just come by after work.”

Again? Tan Hua quickly shook her head, strongly refusing under Zheng Jinyu’s increasingly cold gaze. “No. I need to go home and sleep in my own bed for a couple of days.”

“I’m picky about where I sleep. I can’t relax in someone else’s house.”

“Is that so?” Zheng Jinyu clearly didn’t believe her. “But I’ve seen you sleep quite well these past few days here. You’ve got a healthy glow, a good appetite—eating everything with gusto. Isn’t that right?”

She had no choice but to assume Tan Hua’s excuse was just a perfunctory brush-off, especially when the Omega’s desire to avoid her was written all over her face.

“I’m serious. I’m not lying.” Tan Hua raised her right hand in a vow. Seeing Zheng Jinyu’s genuinely hurt and disappointed expression, she hesitated, then reluctantly compromised, giving in to her soft spot for beauty. “Alright, how about this?”

“I’ll come by in a few days, when I have more time. Will that do?”

Zheng Jinyu readily agreed. “Okay.” She had put on an air of sadness and vulnerability just to hear those words.

With Tan Hua’s promise, she didn’t press further. Only after watching her slowly disappear up the staircase did Zheng Jinyu finally look away. A faint smile curved her red lips.

But almost instantly, the smile vanished—leaving only a cold gleam in her eyes.

Sheng Yiheng—she rolled the name over and over in her mind, and the more she thought of her, the more furious she became. She should never have partnered with her. If they hadn’t just signed a contract today, Zheng Jinyu would’ve gladly taken revenge and taught her a harsh lesson.

Thinking back on how Sheng Yiheng had shamelessly clung to the Omega and acted like a spoiled child, Zheng Jinyu felt like she was on the verge of cardiac arrest.

She took a long, deep breath and closed her eyes, already having made up her mind: as soon as the sun rose, she was going to kick Sheng Yiheng out of her house and never let her step foot in again.

The truth was, Sheng Yiheng wasn’t all that drunk.

Even though her body had collapsed into a helpless heap, devoid of strength and unresponsive to her conscious control, her mind was crystal clear.

She remembered everything—how she had latched onto Tan Hua, playing the drunk, speaking nonsense. How she had, without restraint, poured out those fleeting, suppressed thoughts she’d long buried deep in her heart.

And she didn’t regret a single word.

In fact, she felt oddly relieved.

It was as if all those dark, suffocating emotions had finally rolled off her shoulders like a boulder, carried away in the moment she opened her mouth and let them out.

She felt… a little happy.
And yet, also a little uneasy.

Part of her wanted Tan Hua to take her words seriously. But another part dreaded the idea that she might.

She didn’t want her rare moment of liquid courage—those words she’d only dared speak under the influence—to be brushed off as mere drunken nonsense, dismissed with a laugh, never taken to heart.

At the same time, she feared Tan Hua might truly see through her—see everything—and begin to pull away out of fear, anxiety, or unease.

If that happened, wouldn’t she end up losing everything without gaining a thing?

This tangle of conflicting emotions kept Sheng Yiheng tossing and turning on her bed, unable to sleep a wink, her thoughts a complete mess.

She shut her eyes tightly, trying to force herself to sleep. If she could just fall asleep, maybe she wouldn’t have to spend the night tormented by uncertainty. But every time she closed her eyes, a faint trace of the Omega’s scent lingered at the tip of her nose. Her fingertips still tingled with the memory of the warm, delicate texture of Tan Hua’s skin.

It was as if the other woman had quietly returned to her arms—calm and still, nestled obediently against her, allowing herself to be held without protest.

Sheng Yiheng’s heart pounded violently.

She suddenly felt parched, her throat dry.

She opened her eyes, sat up, and turned on the bedside lamp. Pouring herself a glass of hot water, she drank in silence, trying to convince herself: It’s just dehydration. Too much alcohol, not enough water. That’s all.

Definitely not because she had suddenly recalled someone.
Not because she’d remembered the feel of someone warm in her arms.

But that person—usually so fiery and sharp—had turned out to be so soft, so smooth to the touch. The contrast was jarring. Unbelievable. And strangely, addicting.

The Omega… had become even more alluring.

Sheng Yiheng felt like her heart was about to leap out of her throat. A tingling sensation rushed up her spine and into her scalp, making her shiver uncontrollably.

In that instant, she realized—she was done for.

She had lost control, completely fallen under Tan Hua’s spell. And all it took was one brief hug, a few seconds of soft warmth, to make her crave that feeling endlessly.

Damn it. Sheng Yiheng scowled to herself.

She should’ve never reached out with those sinful hands. If she hadn’t, maybe she’d still be able to convince herself that her feelings were just a vague fondness—nothing more.

Annoyed, she ran her fingers through her hair. Her gaze gradually lost focus, turning blank and dazed.

She had only wanted a stand-in—to use someone to remember Cheng Yuan by. Just a fleeting distraction.

So how the hell had she ended up falling in herself?

Just days ago, she had sworn to herself—sworn—that she would never develop feelings for Tan Hua. That their connection would never go beyond a convenient, clinical Alpha-Omega pairing.

And now?

What the hell is wrong with me? she thought.

Tan Hua wasn’t even some seductive enchantress—she hadn’t beckoned her close or whispered sweet nothings. And yet here she was, completely bewitched, like her soul had been stolen and her body left to be toyed with.

After a long time, Sheng Yiheng finally faced the truth.

She bowed her head and thoroughly scolded herself, then fell into an even deeper fog of uncertainty.

How the hell am I going to face her tomorrow?

Should she pretend to forget? Or bite the bullet and confess everything?

What would Tan Hua do? Act like nothing happened? Or keep her at arm’s length from now on?

It was only in this moment that Sheng Yiheng finally realized—she had royally messed up.

The whole situation was a complete disaster.

If there were such a thing as a “regret pill” in this world, she’d take it in a heartbeat. She’d go back to that moment she opened her mouth, decline Zheng Jinyu’s polite invitation, and drag herself straight home.

But unfortunately, no such pill existed.

Sheng Yiheng stayed awake the entire night.

Only at the crack of dawn did she finally, dejectedly, accept her reality.

So be it.
No matter how wild the storm waiting for her in the morning, she would face it head-on. If Tan Hua wanted to cry, scream, or threaten to hang herself—she’d endure it all and make it up to her.

After all, an Omega’s honor must not be sullied.

Even if Tan Hua used this as an excuse to cling to her, Sheng Yiheng would accept it.

At worst, it’s just taking care of one more person, she thought. It’s not like I can’t afford it. I’ve got money to burn.

If all else failed, Sheng Yiheng could always team up with Zheng Jinyu and Tang Yanrou, get them to work hard, and let them earn money to support Tan Hua on her behalf.

With that “perfect” plan in mind, Sheng Yiheng took a deep breath, got out of bed, and began to get ready. After yesterday’s absolute disaster, if she was going to apologize to Tan Hua today—stand still and take her punishment like she should—then at the very least, she needed to look presentable.

Who knew? Just maybe—just maybe—if she looked dignified and polished enough, Tan Hua might be willing to let it slide?

Sheng Yiheng couldn’t help but feel nervous. The kind of nervousness you feel when your parents catch you doing something wrong—or when the school counselor finds out you’ve been secretly dating someone. An anxious, on-edge kind of feeling.

Meanwhile, Tan Hua had a great night’s sleep.

Maybe it was from working overtime for days on end, but she slept more soundly than ever, and woke up feeling especially refreshed, as if all her exhaustion had been washed away in her dreams, her body fully recharged.

How wonderful, Tan Hua thought as she stretched lazily. It didn’t stop her from heading back to her grind the next day—but hey, a well-rested body was a blessing.

After washing up, Tan Hua stepped out of her room—only to be greeted, not by Zheng Jinyu, but by Sheng Yiheng, who, at a glance, looked radiant and coldly beautiful.

At second glance… not quite. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her posture screamed fatigue.

Tan Hua’s steps faltered for just a second before she came to a casual but firm conclusion: Drinking makes you ugly.

“Morning, President Sheng,” she greeted offhandedly, then walked right past without sparing her another glance.

Sheng Yiheng flinched. Her head shot up, eyes wide as she stared at Tan Hua’s light and easy stride.

She greeted me? She actually greeted me?

Sheng Yiheng blinked, stunned. What did it mean? Did Tan Hua not care about her behavior last night? Or had she simply chosen to ignore everything and maintain a polite surface-level relationship?

Her heart a chaotic mess, Sheng Yiheng mumbled back, “…Morning.”

Her awkward, stiff response came off almost comically—like a shy beauty too dazed to speak. Tan Hua glanced back in confusion, raising an eyebrow. With genuine concern, she asked, “Still not sober? You’ve got three meetings this morning, you know.”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but Sheng Yiheng instantly caught the unspoken implication: Tan Hua was worried she’d walk into the office reeking of alcohol and stir up unnecessary gossip.

Especially considering one of those meetings involved several major shareholders.

“I’m sober now.” Sheng Yiheng replied, her gaze complex as she looked at Tan Hua, then bowed her head to discreetly sniff herself. “I already showered. Can you still smell any alcohol on me?”

Tan Hua stepped a little closer and gave her a sniff.

“Nope.”

The sudden whiff of Sheng Yiheng’s perfume caught Tan Hua off guard, making her almost sneeze. “No more alcohol scent,” she muttered, pausing before adding with reluctant praise, “You actually smell pretty nice.”

The Omega had closed the distance so abruptly that Sheng Yiheng instinctively held her breath.

She froze in place, body rigid, fingers clenched into fists at her sides. With the oxygen around her feeling thin and charged, her heart started racing, a flush creeping up her face and neck. A wave of heat surged through her veins and lit her nerves on fire.

She felt hot. Unbearably so. Her cheeks, her neck—even the tips of her ears seemed to be radiating heat.

And in that agonizing moment, a few strands of the Omega’s soft hair brushed against her chin and nose. That faint touch on her hypersensitive skin triggered a shiver from the depths of her soul.

She could smell the intoxicating fragrance on Tan Hua’s body. She could almost feel the pulse beneath that pale, delicate skin. It was as if every inch of the Omega was subtly, irresistibly calling out to her—tempting her, luring her in.

This was deadly.
Sheng Yiheng clenched her jaw.

Sheng Yiheng felt as if she were suffocating.

Clenching her palms tightly, she tried her best not to show any abnormality. She kept building psychological defenses, forcing herself to suppress the surging emotions in her chest. But the moment she heard that soft little sentence from the other person—
“You smell really nice right now.”
—everything collapsed.

In an instant, Sheng Yiheng completely broke down. Her mouth opened, eyes blank, and she stammered in disbelief, “R-Really?”

“Mhm.” Tan Hua nodded firmly in confirmation. She even lifted her head, about to make a teasing remark—only to find Sheng Yiheng’s entire face flushed scarlet. “?”

“Wait, system, what’s going on with her?” Tan Hua was full of question marks. “Did she suffer some kind of after-effect from drinking? Let me make it clear first—this has nothing to do with me!”

Noticing Tan Hua’s confusion, Sheng Yiheng awkwardly took half a step back, her eyes darting around with nowhere to land. “I-It’s a little hot.”

She muttered to herself, “The weather’s probably warm today. I think I wore too many layers.”

Tan Hua and the system simultaneously turned to look out the window—where a torrential downpour raged outside.

Warm weather? A little hot?

Tan Hua’s expression turned serious. “President Sheng, I really think you should get checked at a hospital.”

“This is… genuinely concerning.”

“What are you two doing?” Zheng Jinyu’s voice suddenly cut in, interrupting whatever Tan Hua was about to say. From afar, Zheng Jinyu had already seen the two standing far too close, an ambiguous atmosphere lingering in the air. Her emotions were nearly impossible to restrain.

Her voice instantly turned cold. “Since you’re awake, come have breakfast. Aunt Zhang has already set the table.”

Zheng Jinyu found Sheng Yiheng increasingly intolerable. That feeling had begun the night before and had only grown exponentially—like a rocket launch.

If not for appearances’ sake, she’d have already kicked Sheng Yiheng and her breakfast out the door.

Her icy tone was like a bucket of cold water, instantly sobering Sheng Yiheng. The heat in her body dissipated in a flash, and the slight blush on her skin vanished without a trace—as though it had never been there at all.

“I’m coming.” Sheng Yiheng cleared her throat, her voice a bit guilty.

She forced down the guilt on her face, passed Tan Hua while trying to act calm, but after a few steps she paused, turned back, and asked, “Aren’t you coming to eat?”

“Of course I am.” Tan Hua answered reflexively. “With President Zheng’s cooking, how could I miss it?”

Sheng Yiheng originally thought Tan Hua was just flattering Zheng Jinyu. But after taking a small sip of the seafood porridge, she was genuinely surprised and looked up in awe. The woman’s cooking was actually… impressive.

Had she deliberately trained her culinary skills to win Tan Hua over?

Sheng Yiheng unconsciously recalled her own cooking: “…”
Forget it. Better to find another path. There was no way she could surpass Zheng Jinyu in this area.

Sheng Yiheng ate quietly. Zheng Jinyu, seeing this, finally managed to simmer down a little. She then pushed a bowl of freshly stewed bird’s nest soup in front of Tan Hua and said gently, “Hua Hua, try this too.”

“…What about me?” Sheng Yiheng looked from Tan Hua to Zheng Jinyu, hesitated for quite a while, then stared at the bowl and asked.

Zheng Jinyu’s eyelid twitched. “Hua Hua is an Omega—she’s physically fragile. Are you saying you’re fragile too? An Omega?”

Shameless.

Sheng Yiheng instinctively wanted to retort, Why can’t an Alpha be fragile too? But with Tan Hua present, she held it in, pursed her lips, and said instead:

“I drank a lot yesterday.” She changed her excuse, dramatically placing a hand on her forehead with a weak sigh. “I’m not feeling well, so I need some nourishment.”

“And besides, both of us are your guests. Why are you playing favorites?”

“Because I like her.” Zheng Jinyu’s voice turned cold, clearly fed up with Sheng Yiheng’s nonsense. “I like her. Do I like you?”

“Well, I like her too.” Sheng Yiheng frowned, confused. “You like her, I like her—our tastes align. By that logic, shouldn’t you like me too?”

Tan Hua: “?”

System: “???”

The naïve one: Heartbroken—true heartbreak isn’t yelling and screaming.

President Zheng: …………

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