The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together - Chapter 32

Perhaps because she was in high spirits, the summer day in Shangjing remained clear and bright, with a cloudless sky stretching endlessly. The scorching sun should have made the intense heat unbearable, the sweltering air pressing against one’s face.

But Luo Mingyue felt that today’s sunlight was dazzling, the golden rays as radiant as her mood.

However, upon hearing Miss Feng’s puzzled yet certain words, under the blazing sun, she suddenly felt her hands and feet turn icy cold. She wanted to open her mouth and explain hastily,

It’s not like that. I’m not the kind of petty person who harms others without reason. The retribution Lu Jia received is far from enough compared to what she has done… She indirectly caused my death and led to many children losing their sponsorships. Someone like her deserves to be torn to pieces, what’s wrong with that?

But the moment she opened her mouth, her tongue stiffened. Her thoughts were still clear, so she understood that in this lifetime, none of those things had happened yet. Speaking them aloud would not only invite bewildered stares but also make people think she had gone mad or was delusional.

All her panic and resentment were bottled up inside. Under the sunlight, the beautiful girl closed her mouth, her lips pressed into a tight, stubborn line, making her appear both defiant and aggrieved.

Feng Baiming didn’t miss a single flicker of emotion on her face. She had deliberately thrown out that remark, catching her off guard to see how she would react.

She had imagined that this pretty little Alpha might feign ignorance, anxiously explain herself, or even calmly admit that she simply wanted to stir up trouble and exact revenge on Lu Jia.

The one reaction she hadn’t anticipated was this.

On the girl’s fair, soft cheeks, her lower face was set in stubborn lips, while her upper face her eyes were misty, like a child stubbornly holding back tears.

For a fleeting moment, the intense sunlight around Feng Baiming faded. The dark green velvet curtains fluttered in the early spring breeze, lifting slightly to reveal a girl sitting by the window, hugging her knees…

She looked up, her innocent, delicate face carrying a lost, bewildered expression in those shimmering eyes.

For some reason, Feng Baiming felt an overwhelming urge to cry. A phantom voice seemed to whisper in her ear, reciting softly yet earnestly:

I give you, long before you were born, the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening.

Luo Mingyue thought to herself, Miss Feng must be so disappointed. She had seen a Luo Mingyue completely opposite to the one from her past life not so kind, not always naive and docile, not the good-natured puppet she once was.

After witnessing her scheming, deliberate, petty actions, Miss Feng, who had seen so much of human nature, would now regard Luo Mingyue as no different from anyone else.

I should be happy, Luo Mingyue thought again. Wasn’t this my original plan? Someone as good as Miss Feng deserves to stand beside a person of noble character, someone with a strong enough soul.

So why do I still feel so heartbroken?

Not daring to meet the cold, restrained Omega girl’s gaze, Luo Mingyue lowered her lashes, avoiding Feng Baiming, and turned to leave.

In a quiet voice, she said, “Perhaps this is who I really am. Kindness and gentleness were just masks I wore. I’ve always been someone who repays every slight, unwilling to lay down my blade and attain enlightenment just an ordinary, vengeful mortal.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Feng.” She turned and walked away, her heart filled with reluctant sorrow, thinking that this time it must truly be goodbye.

From now on, the sky is high and the road is long, life vast and uncertain, we no longer need to intersect in each other’s futures.

You will follow your own path, destined from the moment you entered this world to live proudly and steadfastly.

And I will follow mine, lost in the shadows of the past, letting hatred carry me through the long nights of life.

I am, after all, a resurrected demon in this world, while you are a deity forever bathed in light. For a fleeting moment, our paths crossed, and I foolishly believed you could be my salvation.

But for a revenant like me to even hope for redemption, isn’t that in itself laughable?

“Miss Luo, please wait.”

Feng Baiming suppressed the inexplicable sorrow that had surged within her unlike the overwhelming, flood-like despair from her first dream, this time it was a lingering sadness, like the heavy moisture of the rainy season.

Subtle yet pervasive, it slowly corroded her ears, eyes, mouth, seeping into the finest nerve endings of her senses.

“I don’t believe you would act this way without reason. You can explain to me why you did this,” Feng Baiming said patiently.

She emphasized, “I refuse to believe you are that kind of person.”

Luo Mingyue kept her back turned, unwilling to let Miss Feng see her expression.

She imagined her face must be twisted with deep guilt and shame, how could she bear to face someone as righteous as Miss Feng?

How could she let her see such a wretched version of herself?

“There’s nothing to explain,” the tall girl murmured, her head bowed in a poor attempt at composure, though frustration radiated from her like an aura.

“Miss Luo, I think you truly don’t know how to be a villain.”

The sigh behind her was soft. “Villains, schemers, those with ill intentions or jealousy, they don’t look like you.”

“And what do they look like?” Luo Mingyue laughed bitterly. “Evil people don’t wear labels on their faces. After what I’ve done, do you still think I’m a good person?”

“You’re foolish,” Feng Baiming said. “What kind of villain would eagerly confess their crimes?”

“What kind of villain would disregard the risk of infection to care for someone they barely knew all night? Running around tirelessly like a servant, even warming their bed without a single improper gesture?”

“And after all that, instead of demanding repayment, you avoided me as if I were something terrifying… If all villains in the world were like you, Miss Luo…”

Feng Baiming chuckled softly. “Then the world would surely be a much better place.”

“So, you dislike Lu Jia and pity Qin Yan?” Feng Baiming speculated. “Lu Jia’s character is indeed questionable. Since she treated Qin Yan this way, and you grew up together, did you discover she was using you too? Did she do something unforgivable? Is that why you went to such lengths this time?”

“Honestly, your methods weren’t very refined.” She laughed lightly. “But if your reasons are justified, then I understand. The world shouldn’t demand kindness in return for cruelty otherwise, how would we ever repay true kindness?”

Luo Mingyue stood frozen in place. Apart from events that hadn’t yet occurred, Feng Baiming’s deductions contained no errors.

A flicker of joy rose in her heart, only to be immediately dismissed, what was there to be happy about? It merely confirmed that Miss Feng was indeed intelligent, not one of those shallow people who only judge by appearances.

“So what exactly did Lu Jia do to you? To make you seek such thorough revenge, even destroying her reputation?” Feng Baiming asked curiously.

“Just some petty grievances, nothing worth mentioning,” Luo Mingyue replied softly, her expression still somber, the gloom unmistakable.

“Please consider my advice, let this matter end here, alright?”

Feng Baiming shared her perspective: “At this point, the backlash against Lu Jia has escalated to personal attacks. The punishment she’s facing far outweighs her actual wrongdoing. Some are even demanding her life, as if death were the only way to atone for Qin Yan’s suffering.”

“To put it bluntly, many have already begun subjecting Lu Jia to online harassment.”

Frowning, Feng Baiming continued, “Secondly, while Qin Yan appears to be the pitiable victim in this narrative, his personal information has also been exposed. He’s deleted all his social media accounts and even deactivated his phone. He doesn’t dare leave his home reporters and influencers are camped outside, waiting for a scoop.”

“If anyone has truly ‘won’ in this situation, it’s the media, bloggers, and all those profiting from the spectacle, along with the morbid curiosity of onlookers.”

“Perhaps we should add Miss Luo to that list. But tell me, do you actually feel happy? Satisfied?”

Feng Baiming stepped closer to study Luo Mingyue’s expression. At the mention of Qin Yan’s plight, the girl’s face twisted in anguish.

Avoiding her gaze, Luo Mingyue murmured, “Qin Yan… I don’t have his contact information. You can tell him the truth on my behalf. I… I regret what happened to him.”

There were many ways to exact revenge. When she maliciously provoked Qin Yan into releasing those photos, she hadn’t fully considered the consequences for him.

But the seed of vengeance had long taken root, nourished by endless malice until it grew into an towering tree.

On this path of retribution, Luo Mingyue realized she had been too single-minded to care about collateral damage.

In her quest to punish Lu Jia, everyone else had been mere tools. Only now, prompted by Feng Baiming’s words, did she think of the suffering alpha male caught in the crossfire.

She had once viewed herself and Qin Yan as foils his privileged life highlighting her misfortunes. Both children of wealthy families, yet he enjoyed happiness, freedom, and unquestioned authority.

Now she understood: Qin Yan was startlingly similar to her. Faced with childhood emotional neglect, he had merely hidden behind a cold, aloof prince’s facade, a hedgehog curling into itself, spikes raised in self-defense.

In her past life, she had pitied herself, tearing open her own wounds to show Qin Yan the bloodied truth, bargaining for his silence during Lu Jia’s public humiliation.

And in this life?

She had forced Qin Yan to tear open his wounds, exposing his most vulnerable, desperate moments to the world’s merciless scrutiny.

Netizens commented that while Qin Yan’s words in the chat records seemed childish and affected, they still moved many people because they were genuine, a man baring his true heart to a girl.

Luo Mingyue understood all too well. This was how kids like them revealed the deepest, most vulnerable parts of themselves, hidden away in their hearts.

The public scrutinized Qin Yan’s words words he called sincerity but were in truth wounds. Whether it was encouragement, praise, or even the disparaging remarks about him being unworthy as an alpha, every passing glance inflicted further harm.

To tear open one’s chest and expose buried wounds to the sunlight was not self-reconciliation or solace.

It was nothing more than reopening the wounds again and again, letting one’s pain become fodder for others to casually remark, “Come look, this gossip is so juicy.”

“Even if there are mitigating circumstances, I don’t deserve forgiveness,” Luo Mingyue said. “I’m not a kind person. I’ve already committed my sins, and if given the chance, I’ll apologize to Qin Yan myself.”

She refused to say more to Feng Baiming, but the girl persisted from behind her: “You don’t think you’re kind, yet an unkind person believes they’re guilty.”

“Miss Luo, perhaps the one you most need to forgive is yourself.”

Back in her room, Luo Mingyue slumped weakly by the window. She must be so cowardly, she thought. She hated this weak version of herself so much to say, yet in the end, not a single word came out. Being misunderstood by Miss Feng, she imagined she should feel justified, yet even the satisfaction of retaliating against Lu Jia had vanished entirely.

She didn’t want Miss Feng to dislike her.

So, she curled into herself again, hugging her knees, burying her face in her arms, as if by doing so, she could shut out all the world’s misfortunes and grievances.

If she just played the ostrich and buried her head, she could pretend she was still that gentle, kind person, striving to live positively in this world.

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