The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 69

Lu Huaixu’s entire body tensed up in an instant.

In the midst of all the overpowering smells—perfume, alcohol, sweat—she could still clearly catch the faint, clean scent of camellia on the Omega beside her. It was light, fresh, and somehow soothing. Even in the headache-inducing mix of music and chaos, it eased her frazzled nerves.

Tan Hua spared no effort in stirring her up.
“Look,” she said softly, “everyone here is busy indulging themselves. No one’s paying attention to us.”

She crossed one leg over the other and leaned her whole body bonelessly against Lu Huaixu, like she had no spine at all. Her voice had a playful, almost pleading lilt.
“President Lu, don’t you ever crave something… more exciting?”

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance,” she hinted heavily—just shy of saying let’s try it right here and now.

But Lu Huaixu didn’t budge.

In the hazy lighting, her features were shadowed, distant—her gaze cool and unreadable. Even her breathing seemed slower. After a long pause, she finally lowered her eyes to meet Tan Hua’s sparkling ones.

“Tan Hua, have you thought about the consequences of saying things like this?”

That one calm question nearly fried Tan Hua’s brain on the spot.

She stared at the woman in front of her, utterly unfazed, still cool and in control. It was like everything she’d done had failed to make even the slightest ripple. She instantly felt deflated.

Letting out a sigh, she pulled back and picked up one of the unopened bottles of liquor on the table.
“So you weren’t going to invite me for a drink?”

She cast a sideways glance at Lu Huaixu, amusement flickering in her eyes.
“That’s not very friendly, is it? Hiding the good stuff for yourself?”

Her change in topic was so quick, so casual, that it almost made it seem like she hadn’t just spent the last few minutes shamelessly seducing her. Lu Huaixu didn’t even blink. Her voice, sharp and cold, cut through the air like a blade:
“I’m afraid you’ll lose control after drinking.”

“…Excuse me?” Tan Hua was stunned. Come on, I’m not that bad.

“My tolerance isn’t that low,” she muttered in protest.

But Lu Huaixu clarified,
“I mean your pheromones. You release them without restraint when you’re drunk.”

In that kind of situation, not many Alphas could stay composed.

Tan Hua blinked. That… was a valid concern.

She hadn’t personally experienced what it was like to lose control as an Omega. So she had never really grasped the seriousness of it. But now that even someone like Lu Huaixu—a person used to high-risk situations—was cautious about it, she knew it must be more dangerous than she’d imagined.

That settled it.

Tan Hua quietly put the bottle back down. Then, casually, she asked,
“So, after you left my room earlier… why didn’t you go home right away?”

Her gaze swept over the neatly lined-up bottles on the table, her tone teasing.
“What was it—bad mood? Or something you couldn’t quite figure out?”

Maybe… her plan was starting to work.

Lu Huaixu thought she felt nothing for her, but what if, little by little, those feelings had already begun to grow—different from how she felt toward other Omegas?

Maybe that kiss just now had caught them both off guard. And in that unexpected moment, Lu Huaixu had finally been forced to confront her real feelings.

Or maybe the kiss had been a spark—one that shattered the still surface of Lu Huaixu’s emotions, leaving her unable to clearly define what she and Tan Hua were anymore.

But whatever the reason was, Tan Hua was happy to see it unfold.

“No,” Lu Huaixu replied flatly.
“There’s traffic right now.”

Her lips curled into a sarcastic little smile.
“And I didn’t want to waste time stuck on the road.”

Tan Hua’s expression faltered slightly, but she quickly brushed aside the awkwardness and, with a grin, continued to flirt:
“Well, good thing you came back to find me.”

“We still haven’t had a deep discussion about human nature, love, and emotional connection. Weren’t you the one in a hurry? If you don’t take the lead on things like this, how am I supposed to complete my mission quickly?”

The way she said it… it sounded exactly like two people being pushed by their families to hurry up and have kids. Lu Huaixu’s mind briefly wandered before she cut in:

“Do you really think something like this can be rushed?”

“Have you ever heard the saying: ‘You can’t eat hot tofu if you’re in a rush’?”

Tan Hua pouted. Ugh, such a stickler.

She’d said all that with such dedication, but suddenly Lu Huaixu’s tone shifted. She drew out her words deliberately:
“You’re in such a hurry…”

Tan Hua’s heart skipped a beat.

Lu Huaixu narrowed her eyes slightly, studying her.
“Is it because… I’m not your only client?”

The moment the question left her mouth, her tone turned sharp, almost accusatory.
“Who else is working with you besides me?”

“No one!” Tan Hua denied without thinking. “Who else would spend so much money—or be bored enough—to give me a task this impossible?”

She flashed a wide, sincere smile.
“You’re the only one I’ve taken a ‘make-you-fall-in-love-with-me’ assignment for.”

But Lu Huaixu didn’t believe it.

Her instincts were rarely wrong—and right now, they told her that Tan Hua was definitely hiding something.

“What about other types of tasks?” she asked.
“Outside of the ones like mine. Do you have those?”

“Any others?”

Tan Hua hesitated. Just for a second.

That was all Lu Huaixu needed.

A complicated look flashed through her eyes. Seriously? After Tan Hua had openly admitted she’d once been married to Zheng Jinyu, had an ambiguous relationship with Sheng Yiheng, and was even admired and approached by Tang Yanrou, she was still hiding things?

Is she one of the world’s unsolved mysteries or something?

Of course Tan Hua had other tasks. She was literally in this world to complete mission after mission: tasks from the system, from Sheng Yiheng, from the protagonist, from Wen Chuan—she couldn’t count them all on one hand.

But obviously, she wasn’t going to admit that.

“Of course not.”

She put on her most sincere expression and gave Lu Huaixu a heartfelt (and clearly rehearsed) explanation:
“I work nine to ten every day. I’m already swamped. You think I have time for random side gigs?”

“If I keep working overtime like this, my body’s going to fall apart and I’ll die young, okay?”

Her face said, Please apply common sense, which made Lu Huaixu let out a short, cold chuckle.

Even if she didn’t say it outright, it was clear—she didn’t buy a single word.

Tan Hua, of course, pretended not to notice.
“Clients like you, who are generous and rich, are one in a million. If I found another one, I’d quit my job and retire in a heartbeat.”

Then, her eyes gleamed with mischief as she added,
“Actually, President Lu… do you have any rich, gullible friends who need help? You could introduce me.”

“I’ll give you a ten percent commission.”

Lu Huaixu stared at her with a look that said, Are you serious right now?

Did she really look like she needed that little bit of money?

Ten percent of Tan Hua’s deal probably wouldn’t even pay for one of Lu Huaixu’s dinners.

Tan Hua stuck to her story, and Lu Huaixu didn’t bother arguing. But she definitely made a mental note to stay cautious.

So far, Tan Hua’s background had appeared flawless—no cracks to be found. But now… looking at the Omega’s bright, flattering smile, Lu Huaixu gave a small smile of her own.

Now, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

If Tan Hua’s hiding something, I’ll find it. No matter how small, there’s always a trail.

Tan Hua, of course, had no idea Lu Huaixu had already made up her mind to quietly dig up her secrets. If she’d known, she definitely wouldn’t have come running out to flirt so confidently.

Lu Huaixu didn’t stay much longer. Most of the drinks she’d ordered were left untouched.

Tan Hua eyed them longingly, but after thinking it over—if she got drunk and lost control, there was a real risk some random Alpha might end up marking her—she reluctantly gave up the idea.

But then, a sudden realization hit her.

She looked down at her outfit for the night: long sleeves, loose pants, and plain flat shoes.
“…” No wonder she didn’t succeed. Not dressed like this.

Forget it. There’s always a next time.

Tan Hua shrugged it off, strolling casually back to her room. Just as she arrived, a message from Wen Chuan came through.

She replied with a couple of half-hearted compliments and then tossed out a quick,
“I’m going to wash up and rest now,” before disappearing without another word.

Wen Chuan stared at her phone, jaw clenched, practically drilling holes into the screen with her glare.

She could clearly feel it—Tan Hua was becoming more and more perfunctory with her.

At first, during those early days, Tan Hua would still occasionally check in about her schoolwork, or ask how she did on small quizzes. But gradually—somewhere along the way—Tan Hua’s presence started to vanish from her life.

When she sent messages, Tan Hua took longer and longer to reply. Sometimes… she wouldn’t reply at all.

Wen Chuan knew she was busy—trying to make a living under Sheng Yiheng’s thumb. But still… was she really so busy that she couldn’t even spare the time to respond to a message?

Wen Chuan didn’t believe that.

She was already on the verge of taking a leave of absence to go find Tan Hua—but in the end, she stopped herself. She was still under Madam Wei’s watchful eye, after all.

Back when she first asked Madam Wei to help arrange tutoring, Wen Chuan had made a promise: she would take her studies seriously. And lately, she had been keeping that promise.

Wen Chuan had inherited her intelligence from her father, a shrewd businessman constantly juggling multiple ventures. She was quick-witted, and thanks to Madam Wei’s influence, she also had excellent comprehension and memory. Most things she only needed to see once—or hear once—to fully understand and remember.

The tutors praised her endlessly, to the point it made Wen Chuan feel a little embarrassed.

But the person who was happiest of all was, without a doubt, Madam Wei.

Just a moment ago, in a burst of joy, Madam Wei had transferred her a million yuan in spending money. She even sent a gentle message with it:
“You’ve been working hard lately. If there’s anything you want to eat, buy, or play with—go ahead. Don’t tire yourself out too much.”

“Remember to balance work and rest.”

Wen Chuan could read between the lines.

Madam Wei was worried that she might crack under pressure or rebel if she felt too overworked—and then give up on her studies altogether.

Wen Chuan understood the concern. After all, she had entertained similar thoughts before.

But it wasn’t because the studying was hard.

It was because Tan Hua wasn’t replying. She wasn’t paying her any attention at all.

That, more than anything, made Wen Chuan feel agitated—so distracted that she could barely focus during tutoring sessions.

Still, she remembered their agreement. So she forced herself to stay calm and pushed the knowledge into her brain, bite by bitter bite.

But as time went on, that calm began to wear thin.

And the urge to do something—anything—started to grow stronger.

She tore page after page from her calendar, day by day, just waiting for the weekend to come—because then, she’d finally have enough time to see what exactly that Omega was so busy with every day.

Wen Chuan’s expression grew darker.
Could she be out dating her ex-wife?

Once that thought surfaced, it refused to leave. It planted itself in Wen Chuan’s mind like a seed—healthy, persistent, and all too eager to grow. And grow it did—fast and wild.

The more Wen Chuan thought about it, the more anxious she became. Her restlessness got the better of her, and she found herself messaging Madam Wei to fish for answers:
“Is that friend of yours with the surname Zheng… busy lately?”

Madam Wei frowned as she read the message.
Friend with the surname Zheng… Zheng Jinyu? No “auntie,” no honorific, just casually calling her by her surname—so rude, she thought, slightly annoyed.

“Not sure. Why?” she replied.

“Nothing. Just curious.” Wen Chuan answered.

Just curious? Madam Wei didn’t buy it for a second. She doubted Wen Chuan would randomly ask about someone who had nothing to do with her. On the surface, she was asking about Zheng Jinyu—but in reality, she was clearly concerned about that Omega.

Hasn’t she been in contact with Tan Hua herself?

Madam Wei immediately set aside her work and started thinking seriously.

Speaking of Tan Hua, she couldn’t help but recall the rumors she’d heard about her earlier that day. While Madam Wei didn’t fully believe them—probably baseless gossip, more smoke than fire—the fact that such rumors existed at all still rang an internal alarm bell.

Tan Hua had already entered the workforce. She was experienced. And the Alphas around her were all either rich, powerful, or both.

For someone like Wen Chuan—naïve, inexperienced, and still just a student—what advantage could she possibly have?

There was no way that Omega could ever end up with her daughter.

But judging from the way Wen Chuan acted… she was already in way too deep.

Madam Wei rubbed her temples. This was tricky. Her daughter had only just gotten past her rebellious phase, and now she was slipping right into the throes of young love. Just great.

She wanted to talk sense into her, to help her see things clearly—but she was afraid that being too blunt would only hurt Wen Chuan’s pride. So, she thought for a moment, and opted for a more tactful approach.

“Xiao Chuan,” she messaged patiently,
“I know Miss Tan is very impressive—and yes, she’s beautiful. That’s why it’s perfectly natural for you to be drawn to her.”

“But just speaking in terms of life experience, not to mention age, there’s already a big gap between you two.”

“Her background may not be as privileged as yours, but she has ability, ambition, and charm. It’s only a matter of time before she becomes successful. And you? Let’s not even talk about long-term career prospects—right now, you haven’t even met the basic requirements for university entrance.”

“You two… simply aren’t compatible.”

“If you keep slacking off and refusing to work hard, you have nothing impressive—nothing eye-catching—to offer her. Nothing to make her stop and wait for you to catch up.”

Wen Chuan stared at the wall of text silently.

It felt like a slap in the face. Like she was being looked down on—humiliated. What Madam Wei said was the truth… but Wen Chuan didn’t want to admit it.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard in a fury.
“So what?”

So, what—are you going to stand in our way?

But Madam Wei wasn’t done.

“Miss Tan is beautiful and ambitious. There are plenty of Alphas who admire her.” Then, after a moment, another message came in:

“That’s why… only someone like me—with power, status, and real influence—would be a match for her.”

“Understand?”

Madam Wei’s gentle version of: You’re not qualified to handle someone like her.

Wen Chuan: My mom… is trying to steal my girl.

Madam Wei: ??? Are you insane?

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