The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 86

The two Alphas instantly locked horns.

Meanwhile, Tan Hua sat leisurely on the sofa, asking the system, “Who do you think will win?”

“…I don’t know,” the system replied honestly. It wasn’t a fortune-teller and had no way of guessing the outcome. “But if I had to bet, I’d say Tang Yanrou will break through by force.”

As soon as the system’s voice faded, Tang Yanrou indeed slammed down the arm Zheng Jinyu had deliberately raised to block her. With a smile that held no warmth, she asked, “Must you really do this?”

“As the host—and on such a beautiful day—I didn’t want us to become enemies.”

She hadn’t said anything overtly aggressive, but the threat was clear. Zheng Jinyu let out a light laugh. “So this is the Tang family’s way of treating their guests?” Her voice was slow and calm, eyes locked on Tang Yanrou, lids slightly lowered. “Does your father know you’re barging in like this over another woman?”

“You don’t need to bring my father into this,” Tang Yanrou replied coolly, unaffected by Zheng Jinyu’s attempt at pressure. “He’s getting older. I doubt he still has the energy to micromanage the younger generation’s affairs.”

Her meaning was clear: debts and grievances should be settled among those involved. There was no need to escalate things or drag the elders into it.

Because once the elders were involved, it would no longer be a simple matter.

These days, everyone had built up their influence. Power and wealth attracted predators. Each family was surrounded by opportunists ready to pounce, hoping to exploit any weakness to seize assets and grow stronger.

Generally, powerful families avoided open conflict with others. No one wanted to put themselves at risk by tearing up alliances or declaring war.

Zheng Jinyu understood that well. And precisely because she did, she knew she couldn’t go too far with Tang Yanrou. So the standoff between the two women continued—neither side willing to back down.

Tan Hua, who had been watching the drama unfold with great interest, casually picked up her phone and snapped a photo, sending it to Sheng Yiheng with a message:

“Come save me.”

Fewer words, bigger problems. Sheng Yiheng had already been suspecting something was wrong, and the moment she received the message, she immediately tried to call. But just as the call connected, she panicked and hung up, worried that she might alert whoever was holding Tan Hua.

Instead, she quickly texted:
“Where are you? Send me your address.”

Tan Hua quickly replied with the room number, then put the phone down and got up to play peacemaker. “President Zheng, Miss Tang, why don’t you both sit down and talk?” she said, walking over to the fridge. “And maybe have something to drink?”

She pulled out two bottles of water and carried them to the dining table. When she saw the two still locked in their silent standoff, she raised her eyebrows slightly. “Or would you prefer coffee?”

“No need,” Tang Yanrou said, turning her head. Seeing Tan Hua’s calm, gentle demeanor, her heart ached even more. She turned back to Zheng Jinyu, her eyes now filled with restrained anger. “Is this how you treat her?”

“You lock her up, and now you expect her—while pregnant, no less—to serve you?”

Zheng Jinyu remained expressionless. “I didn’t bring her here to serve me. I brought her here so I could take better care of her. I’ve been carefully planning her meals—every single one—to help her recover and stay healthy.”

Tang Yanrou clearly didn’t believe a word of it. “She doesn’t need your care.”

Her tone was ice-cold. “I’ll hire a doctor and a nutritionist to look after her meals myself.”

Zheng Jinyu almost laughed. The corners of her lips curled in mockery as she asked, “And who are you to do that? What right do you have?”

Tang Yanrou shot back without hesitation, “And what right do you have?”

“She’s my wife,” Zheng Jinyu said lightly, a smile playing on her lips. “Is that enough qualification for you?”

Tang Yanrou froze in shock. What?

She instinctively looked at Tan Hua, thinking she must have misheard. Omega… is already Zheng Jinyu’s wife? Since when? When did they get married? Why hadn’t she heard anything about it? Why hadn’t she found any trace of it in her investigations?

Secretly married?

Even if it was a secret marriage, it should still have been registered somewhere. And if it was registered, there was no way she—Tang Yanrou—wouldn’t have found out about it.

Unless…

She suddenly turned her gaze to Zheng Jinyu. This woman is lying.

Zheng Jinyu was still smiling, her expression unbearably smug in Tang Yanrou’s eyes. Unable to stand that self-satisfied look any longer, Tang Yanrou turned to Tan Hua, staring at her intently, waiting.

Tell me it’s a lie, she thought. Tell me this isn’t true.

Under Tang Yanrou’s unwavering stare, Tan Hua did open her mouth to speak—but what she said was:

“I’m not. I’m not her wife.” Her clear, deer-like eyes looked up sincerely. “We’re already divorced.”

“So now I’m her ex-wife.”

Tang Yanrou’s heart soared—only to crash two seconds later. The smile that had just begun to lift the corners of her lips instantly fell. Her mouth pressed into a tight line, the corners tugging downward.

She wasn’t sure how to feel.

The good news was that Tan Hua and Zheng Jinyu weren’t currently married. The bad news? They had been. That fact alone left Tang Yanrou’s thoughts in disarray. Still, in front of Zheng Jinyu, she kept her expression calm.

She smiled faintly, her tone deliberately drawn out. “Ah… so ex-wife, is it?”

Zheng Jinyu shot Tan Hua a sharp glance, obviously displeased. But Tan Hua quickly avoided her gaze, picking up a water bottle and unscrewing the cap, pretending to take a sip to hide her awkwardness.

“So what if she is?” Zheng Jinyu said, unbothered. “Even if we’re divorced, the law still says I have the duty to care for her. Doesn’t it?”

Tang Yanrou had no retort for that, but her chest tightened. She didn’t show it, though. Her words, cool and pointed, carried a warning: “Since you’re her ex-wife, just stick to your legal responsibilities.”

“As for anything else… I doubt Hua Hua would want you crossing boundaries, wouldn’t you agree?”

Tan Hua quickly nodded. “Exactly, exactly. Miss Tang is absolutely right.” Once you’re divorced, act like it. Don’t try to control someone who no longer belongs to you.

That’s just… not okay.

Tan Hua’s enthusiastic agreement made Zheng Jinyu’s face darken instantly.

Tang Yanrou seized the opportunity, trying again to push inside. But once again, Zheng Jinyu blocked her with her body. “This is my room, Miss Tang.”

“And I’m planning to rest now.”

She looked absolutely resolute, as if she’d rather die than step aside. The sight made Tan Hua briefly consider sprinting toward Tang Yanrou and throwing herself into her arms. But then she thought about it—if she really did that, it might push Zheng Jinyu over the edge.

So she gave up on the idea.

Instead, she retreated back to the sofa, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the coffee table, and started snacking with interest, eyes locked on the escalating tension. She didn’t forget to call out encouragingly:

“Hang in there, Miss Tang. President Sheng is almost here. Just a little longer.”

Sheng Yiheng is coming too?

Zheng Jinyu’s fingers instinctively clenched into fists.

She no longer argued with Tang Yanrou. Instead, she turned toward Tan Hua and asked in a low voice, eyes clouded with disappointment, “Are you really so eager to leave me?”

Tan Hua didn’t hesitate in the slightest. She nodded. “Yes.”

She even set down her half-eaten sunflower seed and said seriously, “Your love is suffocating. You’ve never cared about how I feel or what I want.”

“You’re still the same as you’ve always been—only thinking about yourself. Isn’t that right?”

“The things I love, the things I truly desire—you never took the time to understand any of them. You just assumed, acting out some fake version of regret and affection, thinking that would be enough to win me back.”

“Have you ever really respected me, Zheng Jinyu?”

Tan Hua didn’t wait for a reply. She answered her own question: “No.”

“Not once.”

“In your subconscious, I’ve always just been your possession—never a person with my own identity or rights,” Tan Hua said calmly. “After our divorce, I realized my life wasn’t as miserable as you imagined. In fact, it was quite fulfilling. But you couldn’t accept that, could you? You couldn’t swallow that bitter truth.”

“You want to drag me back—to see me turn into the obedient, submissive version of myself who once hung on your every word. That’s the only way your Alpha pride wouldn’t feel wounded, isn’t it?”

Every word from the Omega struck Zheng Jinyu like a blade, slicing deep into her chest.

She stared at Tan Hua, dazed, as if all the strength in her body had drained away. Her heart felt like it was bleeding uncontrollably.

It took everything she had to finally ask, her voice hoarse, “So… that’s what you really think of me?”

Tan Hua didn’t answer. She neither confirmed nor denied it.

But the silence was its own answer. It was written clearly in her eyes—eyes too clear, too bright, and too honest to deceive.

Zheng Jinyu began to laugh. But it was a laugh unlike any she had ever made in her life—bitter, messy, almost pathetic. “So this is what you think of me…”

“But…” she wasn’t ready to give up. Still clinging to a shred of hope, she asked, her voice trembling, “Was there not a single moment when I moved you? Even once?”

Tan Hua tilted her head slightly, her voice quiet and cold. “Moved by what?”

“Moved by you finally stepping down from your pedestal to show me mercy? Am I supposed to be touched by that?”

“Or is it supposed to move me that you’re now playing the part of a regretful lover—just like those tragic leads in old plays—offering up some pitiful shred of sincerity after hurting me?”

She paused, voice now sharper, firmer. “Zheng Jinyu, whether you love me, and how much you love me—you should be the one who knows that best.”

Zheng Jinyu gazed at her silently for a long moment… and then she started laughing again. Her eyes turned red, the whites slowly laced with veins.

The moment was thick with tension—just enough, just right.

Tan Hua decisively picked up her phone from the sofa, walked past Zheng Jinyu without hesitation, and headed straight toward Tang Yanrou. “Miss Tang, let’s go.”

Tang Yanrou’s eyes lingered for a second on Zheng Jinyu, who looked devastated but was doing her best to hold herself together. Then she nodded. “Alright.”

Tan Hua didn’t forget to helpfully close the door behind them as they left.

She felt a rush of adrenaline, and whispered to the system, “I was seriously afraid Zheng Jinyu was going to snap and hit me just now.”

The system was speechless. “If you’re so scared, then why do you insist on provoking her?”

Tan Hua smiled brightly. “How is that provoking her? I’m just helping her face reality. People can’t live inside their own fantasies forever, can they?”

The system had to admit, she had a point—but… wasn’t this a little too aggressive?

Can Zheng Jinyu even handle it?

Zheng Jinyu no longer cared whether she could handle it or not. All she could feel was confusion. Why? Why could she pour so much passion, so much devotion into loving Tan Hua—and yet Tan Hua remained unmoved?

What was she still doing wrong?

Why, even after all this time, was Tan Hua still so guarded, so sharp and defensive?

Zheng Jinyu let out a hollow laugh, though her chest felt like it was being ripped apart. Slowly, the expression drained from her face. She turned to stare at the door, now tightly shut, her eyes frozen with frost.

She didn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe it.

She refused to believe that after everything, she had still failed to warm the Omega’s heart.

She refused to believe Tan Hua could be so cruel and unfeeling—that she could say such cutting words and really mean them. There must be more to it. There had to be something else behind it all.

Zheng Jinyu forced herself to calm down. I’ll find out the truth, she told herself.

She opened the door and went after them.

Tan Hua walked ahead, with Tang Yanrou quietly following behind. Her steps were light, almost silent.

Tang Yanrou had been staring blankly at the back of Tan Hua’s head when Tan Hua suddenly spoke up.

“Do you hate me?”

Startled, Tang Yanrou let out a soft, confused hum. “Hm?”

Tan Hua stopped walking. She turned around slowly and looked at her, calm but solemn. “For being so cold, so ruthless… Do you hate me, Miss Tang?”

Tang Yanrou’s expression remained composed, her face unreadable—but she could see the Omega’s vulnerability. The hidden tension in her voice. The way her eyes betrayed her unease.

Tang Yanrou’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “No. Not at all.”

“Why would I hate you?” Tang Yanrou asked, genuinely puzzled. “You didn’t do anything wrong in all of this.”

“I don’t know exactly what happened between you and Zheng Jinyu—why you got married, or why you divorced—but I don’t believe you’re the kind of person to be heartless or unreasonable.”

“I trust my own eyes,” she continued, “and I trust my own experience.”

“To me, you’ve always seemed like a wonderful person. I’ve never once felt that there was anything wrong with you. If your attitude toward Zheng Jinyu is cold or harsh, it must be because she did something to hurt you—something you still can’t forgive.”

“But I wouldn’t,” Tang Yanrou said, looking directly into Tan Hua’s eyes, her voice steady. “I can promise you, now and always, I would never hurt you. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Then, with a hint of nervousness in her voice, she added, “Do you believe me?”

Tan Hua burst into a bright, sincere smile. Her eyes curved like crescent moons, full of warmth and mischief. “I do. I’ve always known Miss Tang is a good person.”

Hearing that, Tang Yanrou’s heart skipped a beat, pounding hard in her chest. She licked her lips, suddenly dry from tension, and whispered, “…Thank you.”

For a moment, she was completely at a loss for words. She didn’t know how to respond to the Omega’s trust and praise.

But because of Tan Hua’s wholehearted belief in her, Tang Yanrou’s mood lifted. Her heart felt light, like she was floating on clouds—soft, airy, and wonderfully unreal.

“She didn’t do anything to you, did she?” Tang Yanrou, still a little flustered from Tan Hua’s praise, quickly shifted the subject. “Sorry… I came too late.”

“No,” Tan Hua shook her head. “She didn’t do anything to me. Actually… she’s been taking good care of me.”

Tang Yanrou’s light heart suddenly tightened.

But then Tan Hua continued, “It’s just that… she’s still the same as always. Arrogant. Full of pride.”

“She’s never truly respected me. Never once placed me on equal footing.”

“She still thinks I’m like other Omegas—just throwing a little tantrum. That if she puts up with it long enough, pampers me a little, I’ll come running back, and everything will go back to the way it was. But I’m not one of those delicate, dependent Omegas.”

Tan Hua’s voice was calm but firm. “I’m not some fragile wife who can’t live without her mate. I’m not a parasitic vine that can only grow by clinging to others.”

“I am myself. I don’t belong to anyone, and I don’t need to please anyone. Even if I’m alone—even if I’m abandoned—I’ll still live with dignity and strength.”

“With pride. With spine. That’s who I am.”

Just around the corner, Zheng Jinyu’s footsteps suddenly halted. Instinctively, she drew back, hiding herself behind the wall.

Tan Hua’s gaze swept subtly in that direction. Her lips curved slightly into a faint smile.

“That’s why I don’t need any Alpha’s so-called love or pity,” she said, her voice light but deliberate.

“There are millions of Alphas in this world. If not this one, there will always be another. Just like me—there will never be only one ‘me.’”

“There are thousands, even millions like me—awakened, forward-thinking Omegas.”

The system, watching this performance unfold, silently rolled its eyes. Out of everything she just said, that first part of the last sentence is probably the only thing she truly meant…

It glanced at the stunned Zheng Jinyu, then at Tang Yanrou—whose soul seemed to be vibrating from the impact of Tan Hua’s words, her heart trembling faintly.

…Yeah. She’s fooled another two.

Tang Yanrou, utterly swept away by Tan Hua’s speech, could not have agreed more. Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed with a gentle pink.

This—this is exactly the kind of Omega I love.

She was noble in character, deep in thought, fiercely independent, and full of self-respect. Strong and proud, rare and radiant—there was hardly another girl like her in the world.

Tang Yanrou felt her voice tremble as she said, “Hua Hua, you’re truly amazing. You’re so, so impressive.”

And I really, truly like you— but those were words Tang Yanrou didn’t dare say out loud. She was terrified that if she pierced this delicate layer between them, there would be no going back. So she chose to bury that secret deep within her heart.

Where no one would ever find it.

Tan Hua flushed slightly at the compliment, embarrassed. “I’m not as amazing as you. You’re so young and already so accomplished in your career.”

Her expression dimmed a little, and Tang Yanrou immediately thought of her pregnancy. Assuming Tan Hua was feeling insecure about that, she quickly said, firm and reassuring, “Hua Hua, don’t worry. No one is taking the ‘Tiandi Hui’ project from you.”

“I’ll only hand it over to you,” she said. “At the same time, I’ll bring in a few experienced senior staff from other companies to assist you.”

Worried Tan Hua might misunderstand, she quickly clarified, “I just want you to take good care of yourself first.”

“You’re in a crucial period right now. I don’t want you overworking yourself and damaging your health or leaving behind long-term issues.”

Tan Hua looked visibly touched. “Miss Tang, you’re being so thoughtful… I really don’t know how to thank you.”

Tang Yanrou’s heart fluttered again under Tan Hua’s praise. “It’s nothing. It’s the least I can do.”

“Thank you,” Tan Hua said sincerely. “Miss Tang, I’m truly happy to have a friend like you.”

Tang Yanrou froze. Her heart, moments ago floating in the clouds, dropped in an instant.

Just a friend? Was that all she was in Tan Hua’s heart?

Meanwhile, Sheng Yiheng had finally, after much difficulty, tracked down the room Tan Hua had mentioned. But before she could get there, she spotted Tan Hua and Tang Yanrou standing face-to-face from afar.

Her brain hadn’t caught up yet, but her body was already reacting—rushing forward at full speed.

She darted between them, yanked Tan Hua behind her protectively, and stared at Tang Yanrou with thinly veiled hostility.

The warm atmosphere was shattered in an instant.

Tang Yanrou’s expression turned blank as she stared at the clearly overreacting Sheng Yiheng. She was rapidly losing patience with this endless string of domineering-Alpha antics.

She looked at Sheng Yiheng coldly. “So, what—are you going to ignore Tan Hua’s will and trample her dignity too? Treat her like a disobedient pet and lock her up?”

Sheng Yiheng instinctively opened her mouth to argue, but just as the words were about to leave her lips, something clicked.

Wait… also?

What did she mean, also?

I’ve never locked Tan Hua up!

Then who had?

Sheng Yiheng spun around. “What is she talking about? Wasn’t she the one who put you in danger?”

“Of course not,” Tan Hua said, rubbing her wrist where Sheng Yiheng had grabbed her a bit too hard. “Miss Tang is kind. She’d never hurt me.”

“I was with President Zheng when I sent you that message.”

Sheng Yiheng was about to continue grilling her on what exactly Zheng Jinyu had done, but she couldn’t stop herself from noticing Tan Hua’s tone when she spoke about Tang Yanrou.

And that… bothered her.

So instead, she let out a cold, sharp laugh and said, her voice laced with sarcasm, “Right. She’s so kind. Then why didn’t you send her a message when you needed help? Why did you send it to me?”

Tan Hua: “?!”

And just like that, Tang Yanrou’s expression shifted. Her eyes immediately turned toward Tan Hua, her face filled with genuine curiosity—Why?

Why didn’t you text me instead?
Am I… not as important to you as she is?

Tan Hua’s mouth twitched. “……”

Tan Hua, calmly: “President Sheng, please sign this document.”

Sheng Yiheng, smug: “Miss Tang is so kind. Why don’t you ask her to sign it?”

Tan Hua, deadpan: “…”

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