The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 75

Mu Wanyi blinked. Then blinked again.

Suddenly, she reached out and snatched the dessert plate from in front of Tan Hua. “Stop eating already, will you?”

“Look at yourself—you’re stuffed!” Mu Wanyi gave her a look of exasperated disbelief. “Are you planning on skipping dinner after this?”

Tan Hua watched her dessert fly away with deep sorrow. Her train of thought was instantly derailed. “I didn’t even eat that much,” she argued weakly. “I don’t feel full at all. Honestly, I think I could eat a whole cow right now.”

But even as she spoke, Tan Hua couldn’t shake a vague sense of wrongness—something was off, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.

That fleeting flash of realization she’d had earlier had vanished just as quickly as it came. Now, even trying to recall it left her blank. She could only furrow her brow and think, What was I about to realize just now…?

When she still couldn’t remember after a while, she gave up with a sigh and tried to reclaim the stolen dessert.

Mu Wanyi easily dodged her grasp. “No more,” she said firmly. “The banquet is about to start. Save some space for the actual dinner.”

Tan Hua couldn’t win the snack battle, so she gave up, resigning herself to her fate.

She placed a hand on her chest and asked the system a little uncertainly, “System, did I really eat that much?”

She tilted her head. “Why don’t I feel it?”

The system nearly choked. How would I know how full you are? I’m not the tapeworm in your stomach! Still, it tried to explain patiently: “Host, you’ve basically been eating your way through this entire event like a vacuum cleaner. So yeah… probably.”

Tan Hua was speechless. “…Okay, fine.”

She gave up on food for now but began to feel uneasy again—not because of her stomach, but because of the many curious, probing eyes lingering on her.

Sheng Yiheng was a prominent young business figure—famous, influential, and now publicly linked to her through rumors. So naturally, people paid attention. Especially after Tan Hua’s dramatic retching moment earlier, even more gazes were locked on her—none of them particularly kind.

Mu Wanyi felt the shift too and was just about to suggest moving somewhere quieter when she suddenly caught sight of Sheng Yiheng striding toward them—dressed in an impeccably tailored suit that practically screamed wealth and status.

She had a tall, commanding figure. Her waist was slim, her legs long. Her presence sharp and forceful. Her long hair was tied back in a sleek, elegant updo, revealing a pale, graceful neckline. The overall effect was one of cool, aloof seduction—unapproachable and deeply alluring.

Mu Wanyi instinctively shut her mouth, ready to nudge Tan Hua discreetly, but Sheng Yiheng was already closing the distance in just a few long, confident strides.

“You didn’t answer your phone,” she said without preamble, a faint edge of complaint in her voice.

“If I hadn’t gone around asking everyone where you were, I still wouldn’t have found you.”

Tan Hua blinked and glanced at the phone in her pocket, suddenly feeling a little guilty. “I had it on silent… I didn’t hear it.”

As she looked up at Sheng Yiheng, she noticed something different today. Something especially attractive.

She frowned slightly, puzzled. Is it just because she’s dressed up more formally today? Is that why she’s giving off such a strong, icy CEO vibe? Why is it so… distracting?

“You just arrived?” Tan Hua asked, gesturing for her to sit.

But Sheng Yiheng shook her head. “Come with me. Let’s go greet Old Mr. Tang.”

Mu Wanyi tensed up at once. Her gaze flicked to Tan Hua in mild panic. If she leaves with Sheng Yiheng… what about me? What am I supposed to do?

Tan Hua turned and met her gaze. “Want to come?”

Absolutely not, Mu Wanyi thought, immediately shaking her head. “You two go ahead. I’ll just wander around. Let’s catch up later.”

And before Tan Hua could rope her into anything, she grabbed a wine glass and walked off, pretending to be very busy.

Tan Hua was about to follow Sheng Yiheng when her path was suddenly blocked by that tall, poised figure.

Sheng Yiheng was smiling lazily, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She leaned down slightly, closing the distance between them in an instant. Her voice dropped to a teasing murmur:

“My dear rumor partner.”

Tan Hua nearly gagged from Sheng Yiheng’s greasy teasing. She couldn’t hold it in and shot her a sharp glare. “Can you talk like a normal person?”

Sheng Yiheng wasn’t the least bit offended by the scolding. Instead, she calmly offered her arm, clearly inviting Tan Hua to take it. It was time to formally greet Tang Yanrou, after all. And since Sheng Yiheng was willingly offering herself up as a human cane, Tan Hua didn’t hesitate too long before accepting.

Once she looped her arm through Sheng Yiheng’s, the taller woman instantly shielded her from many of the prying, greedy eyes in the room. Sheng Yiheng was tall, well-proportioned, and clearly maintained her figure with regular training. Subtle, sexy lines hinted at the strength underneath—adding yet another layer to her already magnetic presence.

Tan Hua couldn’t help staring at her, eyes lingering, unable to look away.

Omega gazes weren’t particularly noticeable—soft, like a little fluffy hamster. But it was enough to make Sheng Yiheng’s heart melt just a little in that moment.

She pretended not to notice, gracefully nodding and exchanging greetings with the passing guests. But the subtle upward curve of her lips betrayed the good mood she was very much enjoying.

Not far away, Ning Xi watched with narrowed eyes, her opinion of Sheng Yiheng sinking to rock bottom.

She had originally thought the rumors about Tan Hua and Sheng Yiheng were nonsense—fabricated gossip meant to smear Sheng Yiheng’s clean image. But now that she was seeing it unfold in real time, she realized the truth: birds of a feather flock together.

Tan Hua was a born seductress, and Sheng Yiheng was clearly not the flawless, untouchable Alpha everyone made her out to be.

Men, Alphas… none of them could be trusted. Even if you nailed them to a wall, they’d still find a way to stray.

Cheng Yuan hadn’t been gone that long, and yet here was Sheng Yiheng—who had solemnly vowed to remain chaste for her—already getting cozy with the company’s delicate little secretary.

Ning Xi could barely suppress her disgust. Cheng Yuan deserves better.

She looked coldly at the pair of smiling, radiant women, already mentally crossing Sheng Yiheng off Cheng Yuan’s potential suitor list. Someone this fickle and disloyal didn’t deserve to be by Yuan Yuan’s side.

Even if no love confession had been made yet, just looking at Sheng Yiheng standing next to Tan Hua made Ning Xi sick on Cheng Yuan’s behalf.

Apparently, her disapproval was written all over her face, because her mother’s gentle voice chimed in beside her, “Xixi, what are you looking at?”

Madam Ning was the epitome of a refined, cultured lady—gentle, composed, and exuding a soft, scholarly elegance that easily won favor. As an Omega, her demure and delicate demeanor only made people want to cherish her even more.

Ning Xi’s father was equally calm and scholarly, the image of a well-read gentleman. That two such gentle, refined people had produced a daughter as fiery and intense as Ning Xi had always been one of the family’s favorite jokes.

But it made sense. Ning Xi had clearly taken after her paternal grandmother, the famously sharp-tempered Lady Ning—explosive as a firecracker and impossible to contain.

“…It’s nothing,” Ning Xi replied, snapping out of it. She forced a strained smile and suppressed the storm in her chest. “Just ran into a few old acquaintances.”

“Is that so?” Madam Ning followed her daughter’s gaze. She didn’t recognize any familiar faces, but she did notice the now highly sought-after Sheng Yiheng, with a petite, stunning Omega on her arm.

Though she couldn’t see Tan Hua’s face clearly, Madam Ning was struck by how beautiful she seemed, even from behind.

A striking aura, a well-proportioned figure, and flawless pale skin—those three traits alone made it clear the girl couldn’t be anything short of captivating.

Most of all, there was something about the way she carried herself… a kind of effortless elegance that made Madam Ning instinctively feel the girl must have an extraordinarily charming face.

However…

A slight frown creased Madam Ning’s forehead. A suspicion stirred in her heart, though she didn’t dare voice it aloud—because she hadn’t sensed the presence of any Alpha’s marking pheromones on the girl.

Ning Xi nodded firmly. “Of course. Anyway, you said you wanted to find Dad, right? Let’s go now. If we’re late, who knows how many rounds he’ll end up drinking.”

Madam Ning finally looked away and chuckled softly, “He can handle it.”

“No, he thinks he can handle it,” Ning Xi scoffed, grabbing her mother and striding off. “He acts like he could down a whole barrel, but in reality? He’s out cold after three glasses.”

Back by the banquet hall, Tan Hua seemed to sense something and glanced in Ning Xi’s direction—just in time to see her turning away, disappearing into the crowd with her refined, gentle mother on her arm.

Sheng Yiheng followed Tan Hua’s line of sight and, upon spotting Ning Xi, felt a brief flash of guilt.

But that fleeting guilt vanished just as quickly—it wasn’t like she had done anything wrong. She’d already made up her mind: once Cheng Yuan returned, she’d explain everything clearly and honestly.

As for the rest… let fate take its course.

With that, Sheng Yiheng steadied herself. She deliberately chose to ignore the inevitable storm on the horizon. Before the storm hits, she told herself, I may as well enjoy this moment.

That thought made her grip around Tan Hua’s arm subtly tighten, which caused Tan Hua to glance over in confusion. “…What’s gotten into you?”

What’s with this sudden clinginess?

—

Tang Yanrou was exhausted today—so much so that her feet barely touched the ground. Following her father through the banquet, she’d been keeping a professional smile on her face for so long it was practically frozen in place.

Days like this were always draining. But as the only heir of the Tang family—and the only Alpha—there was no escaping her duty to shadow her father, learning the art of diplomacy and leadership firsthand.

As a child, she’d found it boring. But the older she got, the more she came to appreciate it.

Just as she zoned out for a second, her attention was drawn to a figure striding confidently through the crowd—Sheng Yiheng, looking like a proud, preening peacock, flaring her metaphorical tail.

Worse, she had Tan Hua on her arm, making the whole image resemble a mating display. The sight was tacky beyond words.

Still, Tang Yanrou kept her expression neutral as Sheng Yiheng approached. Sheng Yiheng gave her a passing glance, then turned to Old Mr. Tang and offered a respectful birthday greeting. The old man responded with a warm, appreciative smile—until his gaze shifted to Tan Hua.

Sensing his interest, Sheng Yiheng opened her mouth to introduce Tan Hua—but Tang Yanrou beat her to it.

“This is Miss Tan Hua,” she said evenly. “She’s the current lead on the ‘Heaven & Earth’ project.”

Sheng Yiheng: “……” Wow. You really just had to jump in, huh?

Old Mr. Tang raised his eyebrows, surprised. He extended a hand with appropriate respect. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Tan. Young, beautiful, and clearly capable.”

Tan Hua offered a polite handshake. “Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Tang.”

Tang Yanrou wasn’t done. “Miss Tan is incredibly competent—her only shortcoming is her youth, not a lack of ability. Given time, I believe she’ll prove herself every bit as capable as any Omega out there.”

“And more than that, she’s modest, composed, thoughtful, and sharp. A truly rare talent.”

Sheng Yiheng: “……” Okay, we get it. You have a mouth and know how to use it for flattery.

Old Mr. Tang, a seasoned veteran of the business world, easily picked up on his daughter’s intentions. He merely smiled and echoed her praise—but silently, he was already making mental notes.

A woman who could charm his daughter to this degree… Whether or not Tang Yanrou’s glowing description was accurate, he couldn’t afford to ignore it. There had to be something to this Tan Hua.

He’d need to look into her carefully. He didn’t want to wake up one day and find that his daughter had been seduced by beauty and emotion like some reckless heir from a bad drama—renouncing the family, giving up her inheritance, all for a woman who didn’t matter.

That would be enough to kill him from pure frustration.

With that in mind, the look Mr. Tang gave Tan Hua became increasingly gentle… but underneath the surface, it was laced with ice-cold wariness and scrutiny.

Tan Hua could feel it. She stared back, a little speechless. What’s with that look? I’m not some wicked femme fatale trying to bring down the country.

Does he really think I have the power to seduce his precious daughter into running away from home?

Tang Yanrou wasn’t some obedient lamb, easily led astray by sweet words. If she actually did get swept away, it certainly wouldn’t be from something so trivial.

The system hovered on the edge of saying something. Host, you really don’t think you’re a dangerous influence?

After a moment’s internal calculation, it decided: No… maybe not a “femme fatale.” The more accurate term might be “agent of chaos.” Its host was a master at stirring the pot and then floating along with the mess—victorious, untouched.

The meeting with Mr. Tang wasn’t exactly warm or smooth. Tang Yanrou noticed her father’s veiled skepticism and felt a sliver of frustration. But there was no time—or way—to explain things to him now.

So instead, she turned to Tan Hua with a hint of apology in her voice and said, “The banquet is about to start. Why don’t you go and find a seat first?”

“She smiled and said, ‘Didn’t you say you liked that band? I specially invited them to perform for my father’s birthday.’”

Sheng Yiheng and Old Mr. Tang fell silent in unison. So this is what it means to “offer flowers bought by someone else.” Let’s be real—inviting that band wasn’t about wishing the old man a happy birthday; it was clearly all for impressing a certain someone.

Old Mr. Tang couldn’t help but sigh internally. The banquet has barely even started, and my daughter’s already siding with an outsider. If this keeps up, how long before she hands over the whole family fortune just to make that girl smile?

At his age, he really didn’t need this kind of stress.

Meanwhile, Tan Hua’s eyes lit up, shining with excitement. “Really?” she asked, delighted.

When Tang Yanrou confirmed it, the Omega looked genuinely touched. “Miss Tang, you’re too kind,” she said, feigning a little shyness. “I don’t even know how to thank you properly.”

“No need to be so polite,” Tang Yanrou replied with a gentle smile. “It was nothing.”

Old Mr. Tang glanced at his daughter with a distinctly wounded look. Oh yes, such a “small gesture”—using your father’s birthday party as an excuse to court another woman right under his nose.

Do I even exist anymore?

Tan Hua was glowing with joy, and Sheng Yiheng could sense that if she didn’t intervene soon, the Omega might just throw herself into Tang Yanrou’s arms on the spot. So she quickly found an excuse and whisked Tan Hua away before she could say another word.

Once the two were separated, both Sheng Yiheng and Old Mr. Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

“You look happy,” Sheng Yiheng said quietly, her tone dripping with jealousy as she stared at Tan Hua.

Tan Hua nodded without hesitation. “Of course I’m happy.” Her eyes sparkled. “Way better than being exploited by you all the time.”

Sheng Yiheng was speechless for a moment. Where did that come from?

And what do you mean “exploited”? Hadn’t she already provided Tan Hua with generous pay, high commissions, regular bonuses, and even paid overtime? She rarely nitpicked or gave her a hard time, and she always took her well-being into account.

Honestly, Sheng Yiheng felt Tan Hua was blessed to have her as a boss—it was probably karma from a past life!

She pouted slightly. “Just a band, and she’s got you wrapped around her finger. But back when I was casually transferring money to you, you never looked that happy.”

What is this double standard?! Am I really that much worse than Tang Yanrou?

“I was happy! Totally thrilled.” Seeing her sugar mama sulking, Tan Hua immediately softened her tone. She coaxed her halfheartedly, “I was practically over the moon.”

Sheng Yiheng’s eyelid twitched. Okay, maybe not that thrilled…

But soon enough, she picked up on the insincerity and her mood darkened again. Just as she was about to say something, Tan Hua tugged her toward the dining area and nudged her with an elbow. “Hey, look at them. Don’t they look like they’re mentally calling us ‘those two shameless lesbians in cahoots’?”

Tan Hua’s sudden comment made Sheng Yiheng glance in the same direction. Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

She’d always known that many so-called elites wore polished smiles on the outside while rotting inside. But even so, most people had the decency not to stare others down at a public event.

Yet right now, those probing stares were anything but friendly.

Sheng Yiheng could ignore them easily—she was used to this. But Tan Hua was an Omega. A sensitive, vulnerable one at that…

With a cold snort, Sheng Yiheng deliberately released a wave of oppressive Alpha pheromones. The people whose gazes had lingered on them immediately flinched and looked away, clearly intimidated.

“Who do they think they are?” she sneered. “Trying to mess with me?”

She muttered under her breath, “One phone call and my grandfather will personally make sure they disappear.”

Tan Hua blinked in curiosity. “Your grandfather’s really that powerful?”

“Then why didn’t you call him when Lu Huaixu and Zheng Jinyu were giving you a hard time?”

If Sheng Yiheng’s grandfather was truly that capable, things might’ve played out very differently by now.

Sheng Yiheng choked a little. How could she tell her grandfather something so humiliating?

It was bad enough being embarrassed in public—she wasn’t about to air that dirty laundry at home too.

No way.

Besides, even if her grandfather was influential, it wasn’t like Lu Huaixu and Zheng Jinyu’s grandfathers were any less powerful.

Sheng Yiheng thought dully, How else do you think those two turned out to be such cunning, manipulative, and dangerously composed Alpha heiresses? It clearly ran in the family—scheming and strategy were practically inherited traits.

She didn’t bother answering Tan Hua’s question. Instead, she led her straight over to watch the band Tan Hua liked. Sheng Yiheng even picked a prime spot with the best view. They had just sat down when someone practically glued themselves to Tan Hua’s other side like a piece of gum.

Sheng Yiheng thought it might be Lu Huaixu. Or maybe Zheng Jinyu.

But when she turned her head, it was—Ning Xi.

Ning Xi gave her a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “What, I can’t sit here?” she said, arms crossed, clearly not aiming for civility. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous over this?”

Of course not. Sheng Yiheng didn’t need to feel jealous over an Omega.

She was just confused. What was Ning Xi even doing here? If she was trying to defend Cheng Yuan’s honor, this approach was way too soft. There was no edge, no bite to it.

Ning Xi had absolutely zero threat level right now.

Sheng Yiheng couldn’t help glancing at Tan Hua. The Omega blinked back at her with innocent, wide eyes—What? I didn’t do anything.

The silent exchange made Ning Xi seethe. “Tan Hua,” she said coldly, “do you know what Sheng Yiheng used to say to Yuan Yuan?”

Tan Hua immediately perked up, turning her head with interest. Sheng Yiheng opened her mouth, trying to stop it, but it was too late.

“No idea,” Tan Hua replied cheerfully. “So? What did she say?”

Ning Xi wanted to correct her use of “Yuan Yuan,” but decided it was more important to drive a wedge between them. “She said Yuan Yuan was the only woman she ever truly loved. That she’d wait for her forever, until she accepted her.”

“What if Yuan Yuan never accepts her?” Tan Hua asked calmly.

Ning Xi was caught off guard. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well,” Tan Hua began casually, “Lu Huaixu likes Cheng Yuan, Zheng Jinyu likes Cheng Yuan, and even Wen Chuan—a freshly eighteen-year-old high school girl—likes Cheng Yuan. I know all this. You think Cheng Yuan doesn’t?”

“If she knows, has she ever responded? Accepted? Rejected? There are two clear options—but she chose a third. She basks in everyone’s affection and care, but never gives a clear answer. Just enough hope to keep everyone dangling.”

“Do you think that’s a healthy value system, Miss Ning?”

Ning Xi was rendered speechless, anger flashing in her eyes. “So you think people liking Yuan Yuan means she has to accept them?”

“And how do you know she hasn’t already rejected them? Maybe she has, and they just refuse to give up.”

Tan Hua turned and asked bluntly, “Did Cheng Yuan ever reject you?”

Sheng Yiheng froze. Then shook her head. “No. She always said I was a good person. Said I was her favorite—someone she trusted and relied on most. Like a big sister.”

Tan Hua: “……”

Ning Xi: “……”

“…What?” Sheng Yiheng snapped, frowning. “Why are you both looking at me like that? If she rejected me, don’t you think I’d know?!”

Tan Hua and Ning Xi gave up responding entirely. Mutually exasperated, they silently cast Sheng Yiheng aside and resumed their verbal fencing.

Ning Xi continued the attack: “Even if Yuan Yuan did reject them, they still cling to her. How is that her fault?”

“And you—knowing they’re still hung up on Yuan Yuan—go out of your way to seduce them and make them fall for you. What does that make you, then?”

“I’m different,” Tan Hua said flatly. “I’m a scumbag. Always have been.”

Ning Xi blinked in disbelief. She hadn’t expected that.

Tan Hua smiled demurely. “My hobby is playing with women’s feelings.”

Sheng Yiheng jumped in, trying to salvage her utterly foolish image in front of the two Omegas. “I knew that. The moment I first met her, I knew.”

Ning Xi: “…?” You knew and you still let her mess with you?

Bumbling CEO trope: I know she’s toxic, but I love her anyway.

Ning Xi: There’s no saving this table full of clowns.

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