The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 70

Wen Chuan didn’t understand.

She stared at those cold, emotionless words on the screen, and it felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head—soaking her to the bone, freezing her from the inside out.

Why would Madam Wei say something so sharp, so harsh?

Could it be… that she had feelings for Tan Hua too?

Wen Chuan’s mind buzzed with static. She found it hard to believe her eyes. Harder still to believe that Madam Wei, of all people, might actually be harboring feelings for the same Omega she was.

So what did that make them now—rivals in love?

For a moment, Wen Chuan could barely breathe. Her mind went blank. Her vision swam.

It was too much to take in, and yet… the green chat bubbles on her phone stared back at her like undeniable proof. Madam Wei really had meant what she said.

But when? When did Madam Wei and Tan Hua get close? Hadn’t they only met for the first time just a few days ago?

Wen Chuan’s thoughts spiraled:
Is that why Tan Hua has been ignoring me? Avoiding me? Because she’s been off secretly flirting with Madam Wei?

No. No way. She tried to shake the thought off, violently denying it inside her mind.

She wanted to call Madam Wei and demand an explanation—but her entire body suddenly felt like it had lost all strength. Even lifting a finger felt impossible.

Her face had gone completely pale. Her lips had lost all color.

She didn’t know how to respond. Didn’t know what to say. Her mind kept echoing the same awful truth:

Her own mother was trying to steal the girl she liked.

On the other end, Madam Wei was growing a little uneasy.

She knew the things she said might hurt Wen Chuan, might stir up resentment. But she couldn’t help herself—she had to say it.

Wen Chuan and Tan Hua didn’t belong in the same world. Rather than let it drag on and hurt more in the end, it was better to cut things off now. It would be better for both Tan Hua and her daughter.

If something is clearly a mistake, then there’s no reason to keep going.

Madam Wei held her phone, tempted to say more. But after a moment of thought, she figured Wen Chuan had probably already blocked her in a fit of anger—just like she used to. So she put the phone down.

“Hard truths are hard to hear,” she thought. “But she’ll understand me eventually. She has to.”

Still, Tan Hua’s recent behavior had caught her off guard.

The last time she met her, Tan Hua had still been entangled with Zheng Jinyu—neither fully together nor fully apart. But now, just a few days later, she was somehow making headlines with Sheng Yiheng?

Yes, beautiful and intelligent Omegas were rare, but Tan Hua was just…

Madam Wei couldn’t even find the words.

Whatever the case, someone like Tan Hua—who was never short on admirers—had no reason to look twice at someone like her own daughter, who brought nothing to the table.

In the end, it would be Alphas like Zheng Jinyu or Sheng Yiheng—top of the hierarchy—who could truly match her.

Madam Wei shook her head and let out a soft sigh.

Her daughter’s crush was over before it even began.

A painfully real lesson in youth.

Wen Chuan, meanwhile, sat silently, staring at her phone—waiting for another message. For an explanation. For something.

But nothing came.

She felt cold all over. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

That suffocating silence seemed to confirm everything she feared: that Madam Wei was feeling guilty. Too guilty to say more. Too ashamed to face her.

Wen Chuan felt like she was going insane.

She clutched her head in her hands, eyes blank and vacant. Her thoughts spiraled endlessly.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t figure it out—

How could Madam Wei and Tan Hua have possibly ended up entangled like this?

They weren’t even the same type of person!

In Wen Chuan’s eyes, Madam Wei had always been a tough, no-nonsense powerhouse—a cool, unstoppable career woman. Her life revolved around work, and aside from work, there was room for nothing else in her world.

Honestly, work felt more like Madam Wei’s spouse than her actual husband.

And Tan Hua? She was delicate, moody, and sharp-tongued—always speaking without mercy.

If someone like Madam Wei, with her explosive temper and direct personality, ever clashed with someone like Tan Hua, wouldn’t that be like tossing two barrels of gunpowder into the same room? One spark and boom—everyone nearby would be collateral damage.

Wen Chuan stared blankly, frozen in place. She couldn’t help but question everything she thought she knew.

What if Tan Hua and Madam Wei only act harsh in front of me?
What if, in front of others, they’re all gentle voices and soft expressions?

Otherwise, how could she possibly explain how those two ended up… involved?

The more she thought about it, the more sorry she felt for herself.

She suddenly sat up, eyes locked on the pile of test papers she had just finished grading. Her anger boiled over, and with clenched fists, she tore them all to shreds.

The girl I like has already been taken away—what’s the point of studying? What’s the point of exams?

Screw this. I’m going out to drink until I black out.

Meanwhile, Tan Hua sneezed, and her stomach churned uncomfortably.

Wrapped in a towel, she shuffled out of the bathroom and collapsed on the couch. It took a few deep breaths before the nausea finally eased.

The system’s voice came in, clearly worried:
“Host, are you sure you’re not overworked? Maybe you should ask Sheng Yiheng for a day or two off.”

“It’s fine.” Tan Hua waved her hand dismissively, answering with surprising dedication,
“I just got promoted—what kind of person immediately asks for time off?”

“If I dare to take a break now, won’t that just confirm the rumors? That I slept my way to the top with Sheng Yiheng?”
“People will talk. Their gossip could drown me.”

Just hearing her logic gave the system a headache. Still, it tried to reason with her:
“Then how about just an hour or two off? We could at least get you checked at a hospital and pick up some medicine—”

“We’ll see,” Tan Hua cut in, opening her inbox to scan through work emails.
“The Tang Yanrou project, ‘Tiandi Group,’ is about to change hands. I can’t afford any missteps right now.”

She muttered to herself,
“If I mess this up, my reputation will be ruined forever.”

The system wanted to be concerned, but after hearing that, it had to hold back a laugh.

Reputation? What reputation? You don’t have a sterling name—just a notorious one.

Everyone knew by now she was the kind of Omega who attracted attention everywhere she went.

Still, her analysis wasn’t wrong, and the system figured it had better not argue.

She’s tough. She’ll push through this. No big deal.

Tan Hua didn’t give her health much more thought. After finishing up the emails, she pulled on an eye mask and went straight to sleep—completely unaware that, somewhere out there, an Alpha was crying over her, drinking herself into a stupor.

Wen Chuan had called up a group of friends to hang out.

She said it was because it had been a while since they’d all gotten together, but once they arrived, she didn’t talk to anyone. She sat in the corner with a bottle of liquor and started drinking alone.

No greetings. No chatter. Just silence—and drink after drink.

She sat there like a statue, ignoring everyone around her. Her movements were mechanical, emotionless, as she lifted the bottle over and over again.

Her friends gathered nearby, exchanging glances as they watched Wen Chuan’s dramatic meltdown. They didn’t quite know what to say.

“Is she fighting with Cheng Yuan again?” someone whispered.
“Didn’t they just argue like… not even two weeks ago?”

The moment the words came out, someone tugged their sleeve, signaling for them to lower their voice.

When someone’s in a bad mood, any name could trigger a meltdown—and when alcohol’s involved, you never know what rash decisions someone might make.

The friend who got tugged rolled their eyes but still lowered their voice.
“What’s going on with her? They argue every two days and explode every three. Don’t tell me Wen Chuan’s secretly dating behind our backs?”

She just couldn’t understand how she and Cheng Yuan had ended up like any other cliché couple—bickering, drifting apart.

“I’m not sure,” someone chimed in, “but if Wen Chuan had actually managed to win over Cheng Yuan, wouldn’t she be shouting it from the rooftops by now?”

“Exactly. But not only did she not post anything, she’s out here in the middle of the night drinking her feelings away. That pretty much screams failed confession.”

“Forget it. She just got her heart broken. Be a little more understanding—stick by her tonight.”

“I mean, seriously though, is this even worth all the drama?” another girl leaned in, lowering her voice. “Out with the old, in with the new. Why’s she so hung up on one person?”

“With her looks and status, she could have any girl in school. Why get stuck on just one? Look at Qi Yu—she’s already cycled through a few this semester.”

“You can’t compare Qi Yu to Wen Chuan,” someone snapped. “Qi Yu’s a notorious playgirl—changes partners like she changes clothes. But our Wen Chuan? She’s the definition of loyal. She’s been head over heels for one girl all these years.”

“Yeah, and now our loyal Wen Chuan’s a heartbroken mess. So what now?”

A heavy silence fell over the group.

“…”

No one knew how to answer that. Suggesting a new Omega? Probably not a great idea—unless they wanted to get decked.

Everyone there had witnessed Wen Chuan’s years-long obsession with Cheng Yuan. That kind of feeling didn’t just go away.

Wen Chuan heard everything. She just chose to ignore it.

She kept drinking, one swig after another. The burn of the liquor slid down her throat and spread like wildfire through her chest—painful, scorching, almost unbearable.

Loyal? Pure-hearted? Wen Chuan let out a bitter laugh, then froze.

Was she? Was she really?

If she truly were, then how had she fallen for Tan Hua in such a short amount of time? How had she let go of Cheng Yuan so easily?

She looked at the half-empty bottle in her hand and scoffed at herself.

This is what I get.
This is karma.
I turned my back on Cheng Yuan—on all those years of liking her—and got obsessed with someone like Tan Hua, a total heartbreaker. No wonder I ended up like this.

She lifted the bottle again, this time with more force. Her eyes glazed over as she stared at the ceiling.

And the cruelest irony of all?

Her love rival wasn’t Lu Huaixu. It wasn’t Zheng Jinyu. It was Madam Wei.

Why?

How had things between mother and daughter turned so… twisted?

She couldn’t even vent to her friends—how could she explain something so shameful?

What would people say?
That she and her mother were tearing each other apart over an Omega who wasn’t even family? That their blood bond meant nothing when it came to jealousy and desire?

She couldn’t become that kind of joke.

No matter how heartbroken she was, she refused to let anyone see her fall apart.

Yes, she was reckless. Yes, she was immature. But as a child of a prestigious family, she knew one thing very clearly:
She had to protect the family’s name.

If she didn’t, how could Madam Wei continue to hold her ground in the business world?

If this got out, it wouldn’t just be her who suffered—her father, with his carefully cultivated reputation… her grandparents, now peacefully retired and traveling the world… all of them would be dragged down.

Wen Chuan couldn’t let her personal heartbreak ruin her family.

And that made the bitterness even harder to swallow.

In a world so big, how was it that she couldn’t find a single person she could confide in—someone she could be vulnerable with, without fear?

Her eyes flicked up toward the group of friends she’d dragged out tonight.

The moment they noticed her gaze, they all stiffened, falling instantly silent.

Wen Chuan gave them a slow, eerie smile.

Under the bar’s dim lighting, the curve of her lips sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

“Drink.” Her voice was low, almost playful.

“Anyone who doesn’t drink tonight… is a coward.”

Wen Chuan’s friends felt their scalps go numb. If they could escape right now, they absolutely would.
“?!”

No way! They had class tomorrow! And God only knew how much Wen Chuan would force them to drink tonight in her heartbroken state.

They couldn’t fight her off, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and drink with her—risking their livers for the sake of friendship. They didn’t stop until they were all slumped over the table, some on the verge of throwing up, others rolling their eyes back like they might pass out at any moment.

Today, Tang Yanrou was scheduled to visit the company to sign a contract. Tan Hua dressed a bit more formally than usual in preparation.

Inside the office, Sheng Yiheng glanced over at her and asked,
“Why didn’t you move offices yesterday? If we don’t get it done in time, Tang Yanrou’s going to think I’m unreliable and break my promise to her.”

Her tone was sour and accusatory. But Tan Hua paid her no mind, pretending not to notice.
“I was busy,” she replied simply.

“Busy with what?”

“Busy handling the rumors between you and me,” Tan Hua said with a dazzling smile. It was so bright it nearly blinded Sheng Yiheng. She stared for a moment, dazed, then quickly snapped out of it and frowned.

“What rumors between us?”

She assumed Tan Hua was joking and her ears turned a little red. Her eyes darted away, awkward and uncertain.
“You told someone about what happened that day?”

She wasn’t accusing Tan Hua—just genuinely confused and a little curious.

Tan Hua blinked, clearly surprised.
“You didn’t know?” she asked. Her voice held disbelief as she studied Sheng Yiheng’s expression, which looked genuinely unaware.

“After news of my promotion broke yesterday, the entire industry started buzzing that I used my looks to seduce you and get special treatment.”

She gave a mockingly sorrowful pout.
“Do you have any idea how traumatizing that was for my poor, kind, and fragile heart?”

“What?!” Sheng Yiheng’s voice rose in disbelief. She stared at Tan Hua, and seeing that she didn’t seem to be joking, she immediately flew into a rage.

“Who started this crap?”

“Who’s spreading these baseless lies?!”

Tan Hua only shrugged, making it clear she had no idea. Then, seeing Sheng Yiheng getting upset, she tried to soothe her instead:
“It’s fine. Isn’t it normal for people to speculate like this?”

“Besides, I’m young, beautiful, smart, and capable. If you’re going to be involved in a scandal, at least it’s with someone like me—it proves you have good taste.”

Her expression practically screamed, “You’re welcome. If it were anyone else, your reputation would be ruined.”

Sheng Yiheng’s eye twitched. Her usual sarcastic tone vanished. She waved Tan Hua away like she was shooing a cat.
“Go move your things into your new office. Tang Yanrou will be here this afternoon. Everything needs to be ready before she arrives.”

She didn’t even wait to hear a response. Turning quickly, she marched back to her executive office—clearly off to deal with the rumor mill herself.

Tan Hua couldn’t help but chuckle. What else could Sheng Yiheng do? Go around covering everyone’s mouths one by one?

Back in her own office, Sheng Yiheng sat down with a frown.
Tan Hua was just promoted yesterday. And already there’s gossip spreading everywhere?
That fast?

She didn’t believe it was just idle office chatter. She called her assistant in.

“Go find out what’s going on with these rumors about me and Manager Tan,” she instructed.

The assistant nodded and left. It didn’t take long before she returned, pushing the door open again with a report in hand.

“President Sheng, I found out everything.” She then explained the details she had uncovered, point by point.

Sheng Yiheng listened in silence, her brows drawn tight. Her instincts were sharp, and right now they were telling her—something was off.

Even if a few employees had suspicions, at most they might gossip quietly behind closed doors. But for the story to explode this quickly? For it to be known industry-wide in such a short time?

No way that happened without someone pulling strings.

And Sheng Yiheng was the last person who’d believe it was all just coincidence.

Sheng Yiheng’s expression darkened.

When she didn’t show any emotion, she looked especially cold and calculating—like a beautifully venomous snake, deadly beneath its dazzling colors. Everyone around her immediately quieted, not daring to provoke her at a time like this.

“Keep investigating,” she said coldly. “Find out exactly which people in this company have so much time to gossip instead of doing their jobs.”

Even if she were slow, she’d still realize what this was: someone was clearly jealous of Tan Hua. They resented how well Sheng Yiheng treated her—more warmly than she treated most employees—and now they wanted to destroy Tan Hua’s reputation and career in one shot.

A two-birds-one-stone move. Clever.

The assistant bowed and left again.

But once the office was quiet, Sheng Yiheng sat with her fingers steepled under her chin. Strangely, her first thought wasn’t about herself. It wasn’t even about Tan Hua.

It was—what if Tang Yanrou found out?
Would she blame Sheng Yiheng for not protecting Tan Hua properly?

Wait. Sheng Yiheng blinked and snapped herself out of it.
Why would I think that? Tan Hua wasn’t Tang Yanrou’s niece or some precious family friend personally entrusted to her care. Why did she suddenly feel guilty, like she had failed someone?

Why did it feel like Tang Yanrou and Tan Hua were somehow closer than she was to either of them?

That thought soured her mood even more—and that dark energy quickly seeped out through the rest of the company, making everyone feel like they were walking on glass.

In the secretary’s office, quiet gossip was brewing.

“I really don’t get it. What’s so special about her that Sheng always treats her so well? Honestly, even Cheng Yuan doesn’t seem to matter as much to Sheng anymore.”

“If I were Cheng Yuan, I’d be furious when I got back.”

“Keep your voice down,” someone hissed. “The rumors about President Sheng and Manager Tan are already out of control. Sheng just ordered her assistant to investigate who’s behind them. People are going to end up in court over this.”

“It’s not like I started it. Can’t I even comment on what everyone else is talking about?” one girl scoffed. “If she’s that mad, Sheng can just fire our whole department.”

“Please don’t say that.” Another woman frowned. “I like this job. The pay’s good, the benefits are great, and the title looks impressive on my resume. If you want to get yourself fired, don’t drag the rest of us down with you.”

The secretary office buzzed with tense energy.

Meanwhile, Tan Hua craned her neck, eyes gleaming as she eavesdropped shamelessly. She was clearly enjoying the drama, soaking in every juicy word.

The system, utterly speechless, finally asked,
“Host… do you want to know who started the rumors? I can tell you—”

“Nope,” Tan Hua cut in without hesitation.
“And what would knowing change? Will my reputation magically be restored?”

The system hesitated. “…No.”

“Exactly. So just let it run its course. I’ve been grinding away at tasks every day—can’t I enjoy a little office gossip for once?”

The system: “???” Have you completely lost your mind? You’re enjoying your own scandal like it’s a snack?

Is this… a symptom of moral decay or just plain chaos?

But Tan Hua had made her stance clear, so the system had no choice but to hold onto the secret, practically trembling with the urge to spill everything. It was like watching someone casually walk away from a ticking bomb while you were stuck sitting on it.

But judging by how the host was acting, it had no hope of becoming the noble whistleblower any time soon.

It was in this stormy company atmosphere that Tang Yanrou arrived.

She politely declined the receptionist’s suggestion to head straight to the meeting room.
“Sorry, I’d like to speak to Miss Tan first,” she said calmly.

The receptionist hesitated. But remembering Sheng Yiheng’s explicit instructions—that Tang Yanrou’s preferences came first—she could only nod and lead her to Tan Hua’s new office.

Tan Hua was seated at her desk, going through emails. She looked up when the door opened, but before she could say a word, Tang Yanrou had already stepped inside and locked the door behind her with a soft click.

Tan Hua’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hua Hua,” the woman said as she walked forward, the sharp click of her heels ringing elegantly through the room.
“Do you know Cheng Yuan?”

All of Tan Hua’s swirling thoughts suddenly stilled.

She hesitated, frowning slightly.
“…Yes. Why?”

Although she answered, Tang Yanrou couldn’t be sure how much Tan Hua actually knew. After a pause, she said carefully,
“Her flight back to the country was originally scheduled for four days from now.”

“But if you’re not ready to face her yet, I can delay it.”

Tan Hua looked up at her—at the Alpha’s beautiful, refined face, filled with concern and sincerity—and suddenly understood.

Tang Yanrou was worried that once Cheng Yuan returned and heard the rumors about Tan Hua and Sheng Yiheng, she’d lash out. That her jealousy would turn into anger—and she’d take it out on Tan Hua.

She wanted to protect her.

Tang Yanrou was always so earnest. Always so warm. Tan Hua couldn’t help but smile, lips curved as she murmured,
“And how exactly would you delay it?”

Because honestly, Cheng Yuan coming back now really would throw everything into chaos. Tan Hua hadn’t even made any real progress with Lu Huaixu yet. If the female lead returned now, the entire storyline might fall apart like a poorly baked cake.

Tang Yanrou gazed at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

It was the kind of confident, graceful smile only someone in power could pull off—composed, poised, and quietly commanding.

“How would you like me to delay it?” she asked, voice smooth as silk.
“Whatever you want—I’ll do it. Just say the word.”

Female Lead Tang: Oh, I see. You’re classy. You’re noble. You’re so impressive. But apparently, I’m just a prop you use to flirt with other women.

Madam Wei: That’s another one gone love-drunk. +1.