The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together - Chapter 36

Miss Lu the Third had stayed home last night for once, as she was accompanying her only daughter to a blind date today. However, she slept in until noon the next day, took a shower, wrapped her hair in a towel, and walked toward her daughter’s room wearing a bathrobe with Bluetooth earbuds in.

The stylist she had booked over the phone said they would arrive in five minutes. She murmured an acknowledgment and pushed open the door, only to find her daughter still in loungewear, her hair casually tied into a little bun at the back of her head.

Luo Mingyue was staring blankly at the stock charts. Not that she needed to scrutinize them, she had only invested in stocks she remembered skyrocketing in her past life. But honestly, she sometimes worried fate might play a cruel joke on her. What if things didn’t align exactly as they had before?

Logically speaking, even the smallest choice, a single altered word could lead events down an entirely different path.

In the theory of life’s diverging roads, in World A, Zhang San walked home along his usual route after work, only to get caught in a fatal car accident that ended his life that day.

In World B, Zhang San suddenly decided to take a detour to buy an ice cream on the right side of the road. Thus, he missed his usual path and the accident that occurred there. He bought his ice cream, went home as usual, and his life continued unchanged.

In her past life, she had stopped Qin Yan by telling him she and Lu Jia had grown up relying on each other. Hearing this, Qin Yan abandoned his revenge.

But in this life, she had provoked him at every turn, fueling his rage until he himself became the subject of millions of netizens’ gossip.

Fate wasn’t just about choices at crossroads. A single sentence could send one’s destiny veering in a completely new direction.

Miss Lu walked right up to her daughter, but Luo Mingyue remained unresponsive, fixated on the stock charts on her tablet. Miss Lu assumed her daughter had become addicted to stock trading.

Back in the day, Miss Lu had also dreamed of making a fortune through stocks. Unfortunately, nine out of ten investors lose money, and she had blindly followed trends, buying stocks that seemed to be on the rise, only for them to plummet immediately after. Later, she tried purchasing stocks that appeared to have hit rock bottom, only to discover that the bottom could always sink lower.

Refusing to admit defeat, Miss Lu briefly revived the diligence she had shown while studying for college entrance exams, spending over half a month learning the basics of financial management. But at the end of it all, her teacher told her:

“Before I buy any stocks, I always consult a fortune teller. Here’s their contact, they’re scarily accurate!”

From then on, Miss Lu gave up on getting rich through stocks, firmly concluding that stock trading was pure mysticism. The only ones making real money were the listed companies retail investors like them were just lambs to the slaughter!

She opened her mouth, ready to deliver a mix of sarcasm and well-meaning advice: Sweetie, with the little pocket money you have, even a fixed deposit would be better than throwing it into the stock market.

But then she saw her daughter’s dazed expression turn icy. Luo Mingyue was thinking about Lu Jia, the leaked photos didn’t even leave room for censorship. Logically, Lu Jia wasn’t foolish enough to let this crush her. Right now, the scandal might devastate an eighteen-year-old Lu Jia.

But in a year or two, or three or four, who would even remember this? Even Lu Jia herself would eventually realize this wasn’t a life-ending blow. At worst, it would tarnish her reputation for a while, making it harder for her to maintain her carefully crafted image. But it wouldn’t fundamentally destroy her.

She must… truly destroy Lu Jia.

Lu San blurted out in surprise, “Why do you look so bitter and resentful just staring at stocks?”

Luo Mingyue finally snapped out of it, lowering her eyelids to conceal that extreme hatred. But the venom ran too deep, making her tone unbearably caustic: “Why didn’t you knock before entering my room?”

“I’m your mother. Do I need your permission to enter your room?” Lu San retorted sharply, emphasizing, “Don’t forget it’s only because of me that you can live here without a care in the world. If you had any conscience at all, you’d be grateful.”

This line had always worked like a charm before Lu San would immediately see guilt flash across her daughter’s face.

But everything seemed to have changed overnight. Luo Mingyue merely lifted her eyelids to cast a cold glance, her expression not just devoid of gratitude but outright disdain, as if thinking, What nonsense are you spouting?

Lu San’s slender eyebrows shot up as she planted her hands on her hips. “What’s with that godawful look? Are you unhappy about today’s blind date? Or do you have some grievance against me? Spit it out!”

“Mother, you’re being noisy,” her daughter replied indifferently, turning back to her screen.

There was something familiar about this attitude. Lu San continued her unreasonable nagging until the stylist finally arrived at their doorstep via Bluetooth headset. As the servants led them in, Lu San sat cross-legged nearby, watching them style her increasingly troublesome only daughter.

The more she listened, the stronger her unease grew. The stylist sighed while touching her hair, “Your long hair was so beautiful before. Why did you cut it short?”

“Felt like it,” Luo Mingyue answered.

The stylist pulled several dresses from her wardrobe. “Since you’re meeting an omega with elders present, it’s best to dress formally yet elegantly. These dresses paired with rose gold collarbone chains would look lovely.”

Without even glancing, Luo Mingyue dismissed, “Do whatever you want.”

Lu San tapped her fingers on the armrest, a surge of irritation rising within her. She hadn’t failed to notice her daughter’s changes, but today it became clear, the daughter she once knew would never return.

She used to complain that her only child was too accommodating, too concerned with others’ feelings. Her gentleness wasn’t the polished charm of a socialite but the kind that clearly sacrificed her own happiness for others.

Yet that version had been easy to control. Lu San had seen Luo Mingyue as nothing but a burden but a controllable one. Compared to this rebellious Luo Mingyue who no longer craved approval…

Logically, she knew this change was right; it mirrored her own way of dealing with the world.

Emotionally, however, Lu San’s irritation was laced with an unacknowledged dread.

She was about to lose something important again, something she’d once dismissed as worthless. Soon, it would slip beyond her reach, and one day, vanish from her life forever.

The stylist’s compliments flowed like an endless stream. Though claiming the outfit should be neat and modest for a family gathering, they couldn’t resist showing off, insisting on adding their “creative touches.”

Adam, with over a decade in the industry, was just in his early thirties, a beta male who looked strikingly like an omega. His alluring figure left no doubt that his preference was for alphas. Yet, this guy had already been through one divorce, had two children with his ex-omega partner, and firmly declared he could never accept an AB relationship.

Adam chattered away: “Your shoulder and neck lines are exquisite, so that champagne-colored square-neck dress accentuates your swan-like grace. I specifically pinned your hair up and braided it with matching satin ribbons. Darling, this bow is hands down the prettiest I’ve tied in all my years.”

Luo Mingyue responded half-heartedly, merely reminding him: “I’m an alpha. There’s no need to fuss over appearances like this.”

“How can you think that way?” Adam gasped, genuinely shocked. “The pursuit of beauty is human nature, it has nothing to do with gender. Darling, I’ve always believed you’re different from other alphas. Don’t go learning from those foul-smelling alphas who start sporting beer bellies and baring their shoulders in summer after turning twenty-five.”

“What makes me different?” Luo Mingyue asked curiously, studying this stylist who was also quite unlike other betas.

“You’re kind and gentle with people,” Adam replied.

Having heard such descriptions countless times, Luo Mingyue brushed it off until the stylist suddenly added: “And you’re… clean.”

“Maintaining personal hygiene is something most modern people manage,” Luo Mingyue chuckled.

But Adam smiled meaningfully: “I meant your eyes. They’re windows to the soul. Yours are clear, no greed for fame or fortune, no craving for worldly glamour. So,  your heart must be just as pure and beautiful.”

The praise made even Luo Mingyue blush. I don’t deserve this, she thought. At least not in this lifetime, the current Luo Mingyue no longer had such an innocent heart.

The Third Miss Lu snorted in derision, prompting Adam to roll his eyes discreetly before smiling: “Madam, you have an exceptional child. Truly enviable. If my daughter were this outstanding and beautiful, I’d spoil her rotten.”

Third Miss Lu clenched her fists, her long manicured nails digging into her palms. She glanced at her beautiful daughter, then stood to return to her room: “Enough nonsense. Send two people to style my hair and dress me. We depart in two hours.”

The Zhang family’s current patriarch, an alpha male of Third Miss Lu’s generation, five years her senior, had already been married twice and fathered three children. His youngest, an omega daughter, was just seventeen.

As Luo Mingyue and her mother stepped out of their car into the opulent five-star hotel, the Zhang family’s youngest girl was curled on a lobby sofa, whispering with her beta brother.

The brother was named Chuanping, while the girl was Song An, their names alone revealed who received more parental favor. Yet both clearly shared a distaste for tonight’s gathering.

Song An complained, “If you were an alpha, Mother wouldn’t have to put up with Eldest Brother’s attitude. We don’t share the same mother, and who knows how much of the family fortune will be left for us once he takes over.”

Chuan Ping replied, “That’s why Mother is already considering your marriage prospects. Luo Mingyue isn’t the best choice her father divorced and ran off long ago, and her mother is just an unremarkable socialite. She doesn’t even carry the Lu family name. Don’t throw yourself away over a pretty face.”

Song An laughed. “If Feng Baiming were an alpha, today’s spotlight would naturally shift. But you haven’t met Luo Mingyue yet. If you had, you’d understand having her as an escort would never be an embarrassment.”

Chuan Ping was about to sigh, looks couldn’t put food on the table, and their circle had seen plenty of beautiful faces. Was their father’s ex-wife any less attractive than their mother? Promiscuity was practically coded into an alpha’s genes. What was the point of keeping a pretty alpha at home like a decorative vase?

The sharp-eyed Third Miss Lu had already led her daughter over. From a distance, Chuan Ping first noticed the tall female alpha’s slender figure. As she drew closer, his gaze involuntarily lingered on her fair, elegant shoulders and neck.

She wore a knee-length, square-necked dress in champagne velvet that made her skin glow like fine pearl. A tiny rose-gold star pendant rested on her collarbone. Tilting her head slightly, her dark eyes held a trace of quiet scrutiny as she looked their way.

When she noticed him staring, her lips curved into a faint smile. There was a weariness in her peach-blossom eyes that didn’t match her youthful face not coldness, but the detachment of someone who had weathered storms beyond her years.

For a moment, Chuan Ping froze. The bustling crowd around Dingmao Plaza faded into silence, as though the world had stilled just for her gaze.

Song An had already sprung from the sofa, eagerly looping her arm through the female alpha’s before announcing triumphantly, “Brother, this is Miss Luo Mingyue.”

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