The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 72

Tang Yanrou quickly composed herself and shot Sheng Yiheng a look that clearly said, “You scheming woman—you’re actually trying to sow discord between me and Huahua?” With a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, she responded, “Of course, that’s no problem.”

“The invitations have already been sent out one after another by the butler. Just bring the invitation with you to gain entry.”

After saying that, she deliberately turned to Sheng Yiheng and asked, with an especially innocent tone, “Don’t tell me you haven’t received one yet, President Sheng?”

Sheng Yiheng’s expression twitched slightly—come to think of it, she really hadn’t… But honestly, she hadn’t paid much attention to trivial matters like this. Neither her assistant nor the housekeepers had reminded her, so the birthday banquet simply hadn’t made it onto her schedule.

Still, there was no way she would admit in front of Tang Yanrou that she hadn’t received an invitation to Old Master Tang’s birthday celebration. So she replied with nonchalance, raising a brow: “Are you implying that you deliberately left me out, Miss Tang? That you didn’t send me one?”

If Tang Yanrou had really acted out of personal bias and excluded her, the implications could be significant.

Sheng Yiheng smiled sweetly at her, so much so that she didn’t even feel the pain where Tan Hua had just stomped on her foot. With her arms folded, she looked relaxed and confident—Let’s see how you’ll talk your way out of this one.

Tang Yanrou’s expression didn’t change. She merely responded mildly, “Hardly. Perhaps you received it but just overlooked it.”

She gave a serene smile. “Why don’t you double-check when you get home, President Sheng? If you truly can’t find it, I’ll have the butler send you another one,” she said slowly. “It’s really not a big deal.”

The way she said it made it sound as if Sheng Yiheng was simply careless, that she didn’t take Old Master Tang’s birthday seriously. Sheng Yiheng’s brows twitched, cursing inwardly—This woman’s skill at flinging mud is truly something else. Like dressing a sow in a corset—she’s got tricks for days.

Annoyed, her mind drifted, inexplicably, to Zheng Jinyu.

Ah, Zheng Jinyu—now that was someone easier to deal with. Always putting on the front of a gentle, understanding wife, never talking back or retaliating. No matter how she criticized or mocked her, Zheng Jinyu would swallow it all in silence.

Unlike this sharp-tongued Tang Yanrou, who could drive her mad with just a few words.

At last, the sparring between them came to a pause. Tan Hua finally opened her mouth. “Great, then it’s a date. See you there.”

As soon as Tan Hua spoke, Tang Yanrou’s previously assertive attitude toward Sheng Yiheng melted away. Her eyes turned almost tender as she looked at Tan Hua, her voice soft and warm. “I’ll send someone to pick you up that day.”

“Thank you,” Tan Hua replied graciously, just at the right moment. Then the two of them began acting all sweet and cozy, though it was clearly fake and contrived.

Sheng Yiheng watched expressionlessly. “…Tch.” So the little girl has a second face, huh?

With her arms folded, she coldly stared at Tan Hua. The longer she looked, the more furious she became. She deeply regretted everything. Sheng Yiheng took a long, slow breath. You like to talk so much? Fine—later, I’ll make sure you talk until you drop.

Seeing the two of them getting along better and better—completely treating her like air—Sheng Yiheng quickly cut in, interrupting Tan Hua.

“All right, the contract’s signed. Hurry up and go to my office to grab the project files and start reviewing them.”

She turned to Tang Yanrou, smiling with mock politeness. “Apologies, Miss Tang. Manager Tan still has work to do, so she won’t be able to keep you company for now.”

Then she grinned, baring her teeth. “But I’m still here. If there’s anything you’d like to discuss, I’d be happy to.”

Let’s see who gets the last word today. I’ve got time.

Sheng Yiheng was more than ready, but Tang Yanrou didn’t take the bait.

“Well, since Huahua is heading back to work, I suppose I should go back and organize my documents as well,” she said cheerfully. “I’ll need to sort everything quickly so I can hand it over to her.”

It was clearly intentional. “I only know a little about the project so far,” she added. “So I need to do some studying myself. That way, if Huahua has any questions later, I’ll be able to explain everything clearly—every last detail.”

I suppose,” Tang Yanrou said gently, “Huahua wouldn’t want her project liaison to be all bark and no bite—someone who only gives orders but knows nothing about the actual work. Don’t you agree, President Sheng?”

Sheng Yiheng felt that Tang Yanrou was implying something about her—but she had no solid proof. Still, that didn’t stop her from letting out a cold chuckle. “Miss Tang makes a good point. Why don’t you tidy up the documents and send me a copy as well?”

She shrugged in an irritatingly nonchalant way. “I should familiarize myself with it too. Wouldn’t want Huahua accusing me of being clueless and not offering her the strong shoulders and broad chest she can rely on.”

“In that case, I’d be an utter failure as both her boss and superior.”

The room instantly fell silent. Tension churned beneath the surface like a quiet storm. Tan Hua, clutching the contract in her arms, felt her eyelid twitch violently.

“What’s the point of just throwing words around?” she muttered to the system lazily. “If they’ve really got guts, let them fight right in front of me.”

System: “?…You’ve changed.”

You’ve become absolutely deranged. Men would be left speechless, and women would be moved to tears.

Tan Hua ignored the chaos behind her and quietly slipped out. Once she was gone, only Sheng Yiheng and Tang Yanrou remained in the meeting room. The two locked eyes, neither willing to yield.

It wasn’t until Tan Hua called out to Sheng Yiheng from outside that she suddenly perked up like a victor and smiled smugly, even provocatively. “Huahua’s calling me. I guess I’ll have to leave you now.”

Her smile was maddening—the kind that made people want to scratch her face off. It pierced Tang Yanrou’s eyes like a blade.

“I’ll have someone escort you downstairs, Miss Tang,” Sheng Yiheng offered, though the words were anything but courteous.

“No need,” Tang Yanrou declined coldly. “I can find my own way.”

With that, she stood up, holding the documents, and left without another word.

Sheng Yiheng remained standing, hands in her pockets, staring at Tang Yanrou’s retreating figure. Her mood soared. She even began humming a little tune as she walked, light-footed, as if floating on clouds.

Along the way, whenever she passed anything reflective, Sheng Yiheng couldn’t resist glancing at herself—admiring the graceful, regal, cool, and breathtaking beauty staring back at her.

Damn, I really do look amazing, she thought smugly, casually tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Tan Hua watched her, completely expressionless. Her mouth twitched several times in disbelief. “I’ve finally met someone even more shameless than me.”

“Where?” the system instinctively denied. “How could she possibly compare to you—”

Under Tan Hua’s sharp glare, the system immediately corrected itself, “Yes yes yes, you’re absolutely right, Host.”

At the early stage of the project, Tan Hua found herself overwhelmingly busy—once again working overtime, completely drained.

Slumped on the sofa with her laptop, she began to doubt her life choices. “Logically speaking, if my only task was to seduce a few scummy Alphas, it shouldn’t be this exhausting, right?”

The system replied sheepishly, “But… Miss Tang trusts you so much. You wouldn’t want to let her down, would you?”

And that was precisely the problem. She had started off as a lazy stand-in, just a decorative placeholder. Now, thanks to these Alphas constantly pushing her, she was being forced to work hard and become a career-driven Omega powerhouse of the new era. This was definitely not part of her original life plan.

Tan Hua thought about it carefully—it wasn’t all Tang Yanrou’s fault. Before her, it had been Sheng Yiheng cracking the whip. And before Sheng Yiheng… it was the system itself that insisted on completing some ridiculous “Become Sheng Yiheng’s right-hand woman” mission.

There it was—the true culprit.

Tan Hua turned to the system with a smile. The system instantly sensed danger, shut down, and vanished.

Tan Hua narrowed her eyes. “…Just you wait. When this world’s mission is complete, you’ll see exactly how I’ll deal with you. Traitor. Collaborating with the main system behind my back.”

While Tan Hua was drowning in work, Sheng Yiheng finally found the Tang family’s invitation in a neglected corner of her office.

She opened it and scanned the details, only to realize the banquet was set for tomorrow night.

She couldn’t help but rest her chin on her hand as she sat at her desk, pondering—did she need to make any preparations to deal with Tang Yanrou?

Probably not. After all, she was already beautiful enough. Even just standing there doing nothing, she’d already outshone most people. So, Sheng Yiheng figured the person she should be most concerned about right now was Tan Hua.

Tan Hua had always been as slippery as an eel. Turn your back or blink for just a moment, and she’d vanish who-knows-where to mess around again.

Sheng Yiheng had no doubt that if she didn’t keep a close eye on her Omega, the girl would definitely slip away and sneak off to flirt with some other Alpha, collecting a whole stack of contact information while she was at it.

In that case, the only conclusion Sheng Yiheng could come to was: Tan Hua’s target wasn’t just Tang Yanrou—but every attractive and high-status female Alpha at the banquet.

But thinking about it that way… even if Tang Yanrou lost, it didn’t feel like Sheng Yiheng had won either.

Her mood instantly soured.

Old Mr. Tang’s birthday banquet had drawn social elites from all walks of life. Powerful figures who usually only appeared in headlines—rarely seen in person—were all present to pay their respects.

The Tang family’s status and legacy spoke for themselves. Old Mr. Tang held immense influence in the business world, so whether guests came sincerely or with ulterior motives, they all scrambled to show their faces and leave a good impression for future favors.

As the Tang family’s only heir and Alpha, Tang Yanrou naturally stayed by her father’s side the entire time, accompanying him in receiving guests and exchanging polite conversation with the VIPs.

The moment Tan Hua arrived, she saw a woman with an air of elegance and nobility, dressed in luxurious attire, smiling with grace—like the most radiant rose in a garden, impossible to look away from.

“So beautiful,” Tan Hua murmured involuntarily.

Tang Yanrou wasn’t particularly old. Unlike Lu Huaixu or Zheng Jinyu, who carried a more mature and refined aura, Tang Yanrou still had a touch of youthful innocence. Her delicate features and gentle presence gave her a distinctive blend of purity and privilege typical of a high-society heiress.

Her softly curled long hair was clearly well-maintained, gleaming like silk under the lights with a pearlescent sheen.

She had snow-white skin, red lips, and pearly teeth. Her refined facial features were perfectly proportioned on her small, delicate face. Tang Yanrou’s eyes were large and bright, and with today’s makeup, she looked even more like an exquisite porcelain doll.

If one ignored the undeniable Alpha pressure she carried, Tang Yanrou could truly be described as delicate and graceful.

The system’s eye twitched. Unable to hold back, it asked Tan Hua, “Is there anyone in this world you don’t find attractive?”

“There is,” Tan Hua replied without hesitation. “But I haven’t seen them yet. I’ll know when I do.” She shrugged, looking thoroughly unrepentant.

The system inhaled sharply, trying to reason with her. “Host, you’ve been overworking lately and your health isn’t good. I really suggest you take it easy these next couple of days.”

“Otherwise, with all these people watching, what if you faint into the arms of some sketchy Alpha?”

Tan Hua’s eyes widened. “Are you cursing me?” She gestured dramatically. “I feel perfectly fine—wait, no.” She suddenly braced herself against the wall. “I feel dizzy.”

The system was speechless. Told you to take it easy…

Tan Hua figured she might be dealing with a bout of low blood sugar. She leaned against the wall with her hand for support, but it didn’t help much. Eventually, she had to slowly shuffle over to a nearby chair and sit down.

Her head buzzed like it was short-circuiting, and the surrounding sounds abruptly cut off. Only two faint, unclear voices reached her ears.

But Tan Hua couldn’t make out what they were saying. All she could tell was that people were speaking—nothing more.

She instinctively hunched over and shut her eyes. It seemed to be the only thing that made her feel slightly better.

The system was growing frantic. It looked around anxiously, trying to spot someone—anyone—who might help. Seriously, the host was always surrounded by admiring beauties. But at a crucial moment like this, not even a fly was in sight?

Finding no one to assist, the system could only stay by her side, gently fanning her in a desperate attempt to ease her discomfort.

It felt like only seconds had passed—or maybe a century—before Tan Hua’s spinning vision finally began to return to normal. The surrounding voices slowly drifted back into her awareness.

She exhaled, lifting a hand to wipe her forehead. It was damp with cold sweat.

Beads of perspiration had soaked the hair clinging to her skin, plastering against her face, which had gone unsettlingly pale.

“Host, your face looks awful right now,” the system fretted, practically stomping its feet. “How about we just skip this whole banquet and go home to rest?”

“I’m fine.” Tan Hua turned around, picked up a small cake from a nearby plate, and took a couple of bites, gradually regaining her energy.

Pinching the little fork with her pale fingers, she asked, “The original body—there aren’t any secret health problems I don’t know about, right? Like some cliché plot twist?”

“In other words—how’s the female lead’s body condition right now? Since I’m sharing a fate with her, if I’m feeling like this, she can’t be doing much better either, right?” Tan Hua reasoned aloud.

The system pursed its lips, reluctant to crush her assumptions too harshly. “…Host, it’s you who share the female lead’s fate—not the other way around.”

Tan Hua blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means the unfortunate things in the female lead’s fate can affect you, but the misfortunes in your fate don’t necessarily affect her.”

“Besides, from what I know, the female lead has an absurdly strong constitution. Car crashes, miscarriages, falling down the stairs—all those cliché plot devices haven’t had the slightest impact on her health.”

“Well, sounds like the heroine in this world is practically unkillable,” Tan Hua muttered dryly, then suddenly realized something. “Wait, so I’m just the one stuck here being the miserable scapegoat?”

“Call the main system out for me. I swear I’ll dismantle it piece by piece.”

The system trembled with fear and fell completely silent. After a long pause, it finally spoke up in a tiny voice, “I think instead of worrying about the main system right now, Host, you should probably be more concerned about yourself.”

“Your body’s already in this condition. What’s your plan moving forward?”

“What else can I do?” Tan Hua pulled out her phone and opened a mini-program. “Keep eating and drinking, of course. It’s the holidays. I’m already here—leaving early would be such a waste.”

The system watched, speechless, as her nimble fingers tapped through the app and scheduled an appointment with a specialist. “…”

The host does value her life after all. That’s… comforting, the system thought blankly—before wondering if it had gone insane to be praising the host even in a moment like this.

Tan Hua was, in the end, still a bit worried about her health. She didn’t hesitate to spend a large sum booking what looked like the most reputable doctor, planning to go for a check-up first thing tomorrow.

Otherwise, she doubted she’d sleep a wink tonight.

After confirming the appointment, Tan Hua ate three more mini cakes. Only then did she slowly rise to her feet and head toward the restroom to tidy up. The cold sweat from earlier had left her hair damp. As she wiped her skin with tissue, she dialed Mu Wanyi.

“You here yet?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Mu Wanyi answered almost immediately. “Where are you now?”

“Restroom,” Tan Hua replied.

Mu Wanyi: “…”

“There are a lot of restrooms, you know. Do you want me to check them one by one?” the Omega snapped, her voice suddenly rising through the speaker so sharply that Tan Hua nearly went deaf.

Trying to calm herself, Tan Hua stepped out and glanced around, then described the general route to help Mu Wanyi find her.

Less than three minutes later, Mu Wanyi stormed over like a hurricane. Tan Hua instinctively took a step back, frowning. “Do you know what you look like right now? Like a big, angry goose marching in with enough rage to blow up the entire planet.”

“And you think I can still be gentle with you in this situation?” Mu Wanyi snorted coldly.

Tan Hua blinked. “This situation? What situation? What happened?”

Mu Wanyi crossed her arms and gave Tan Hua a sideways glance. “Now you remember to care about me?” she said coolly. Then, almost as if realizing belatedly that they were merely “plastic besties” to begin with, she dropped the subject and moved on. “What else could it be? My marriage is falling apart.”

She fiddled absentmindedly with her nails, her lowered eyelids hiding the irritation simmering beneath.

“No way. Seriously, girl.” Tan Hua slapped a hand over her mouth in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you still haven’t divorced that abusive husband of yours?!”

“What—did he smear ibuprofen on his fists when he hit you? Or is it one of those ‘fight at the head of the bed, make up at the foot’ situations, where he slaps on numbing cream before getting it on—”

Before she could finish, Mu Wanyi panicked and slapped her hand over Tan Hua’s mouth, mortified. “Would you shut up?! We’re in public!”

Tan Hua mumbled indignantly, her voice muffled beneath Mu Wanyi’s palm.

After a few seconds, Mu Wanyi finally realized what she was doing and quickly let go. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She looked away, a little guilty, as she noticed the smudged lipstick on Tan Hua’s lips.

I really didn’t do it on purpose, Mu Wanyi apologized silently, then subtly tore a tissue from a nearby dispenser and, with her hands behind her back, quietly wiped the damning lipstick stain from her palm, erasing the evidence.

“I just…” She hesitated. “I haven’t figured things out yet.”

“Then don’t bother figuring it out,” Tan Hua said with a shrug, speaking calmly.

Mu Wanyi looked at her in confusion. “Why not?”

“Because if Du Yunshuo beats you to death someday, I’ll be kind enough to help clean up your mess. Hey, do you have any specific preferences for your gravesite? Want me to find you a feng shui hotspot? If so, you’d better bless me in the afterlife…”

“Tan Hua!” Mu Wanyi shouted, practically exploding with rage. “Give me a break! I’m already miserable enough!”

Tan Hua gave her a look. “Is it my fault?”

Mu Wanyi fell silent, teeth clenched. Then, almost like she’d been provoked into it, she snapped, “Fine! I’ll go home and divorce him tonight!”

“Need a lawyer?” Tan Hua asked politely.

Mu Wanyi hesitated. “Do you know any good ones?”

“I don’t,” Tan Hua replied truthfully, then added with a straight face, “But I know people. I can ask around, see if they know any top-tier lawyers.”

Mu Wanyi clearly didn’t put much faith in her. She asked skeptically, “What kind of people?”

“Does Sheng Yiheng count?” Tan Hua mused. “If not, Lu Huaixu will do.”

“You’re close with them?” Mu Wanyi was stunned. “And they’d help you?”

Tan Hua shrugged. “Not exactly close. But for your sake, even if I have to kneel and beg, I’ll do it. I’ll knock my head on the ground if I have to—I’ll get you the most elite legal team on earth.”

Mu Wanyi’s eyes instantly welled with tears. Her lips trembled as she threw herself into Tan Hua’s arms. “Tan Tan, I knew you were the best…”

The system: …Great. Another one conned by the host.

Tan Hua spread her arms and caught the soft, fragrant Omega, smiling brightly. “What are you saying? I’m your best friend. This kind of thing? Totally no big deal.”

“Tan Tan…” Mu Wanyi lifted her head, eyes shimmering with tears, staring at her with heartfelt emotion.

The atmosphere was tender and touching—until a loud, furious voice suddenly shattered the moment:

“What are you two doing?!”

Du Yunshuo had spotted his Omega wrapped up in someone else’s arms near the restroom ages ago. At first, he wasn’t sure, but the silhouette looked familiar. When he walked closer, he confirmed it: the person embracing that woman was, without a doubt, his wife—Mu Wanyi.

And the woman in Mu Wanyi’s arms—Tan Hua. As he stepped closer, Du Yunshuo’s eyes caught the smudged lipstick on her mouth and instantly connected the dots.

With Tan Hua looking like that, it was pretty obvious what had just happened.

Du Yunshuo felt his blood pressure skyrocket. Rage surged through him so fast it nearly knocked him out. He was so furious that he didn’t even think to pull the two women apart. “You—you—you—”

“Your mouth!” Tan Hua shot back, clearly baffled.

Du Yunshuo tried to compose himself, but he couldn’t. “You dare steal my woman in broad daylight?!”

Tan Hua, utterly confused by the accusation, blinked. “???”

What kind of nonsense is this?

Tan Tan: Calm down…

Ex-Husband Bro: Calm down?! I’ve been cuckolded—what else do you want me to do?! My head is practically glowing green!

Mu Wanyi: guilty.jpg

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