Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 15

When it came to bets, Ding Bai clicked his tongue and teased, “Last time you bet that you wouldn’t finish your homework today, you swore you’d cut off your arm. Yet, I don’t see any missing limbs.”

“Ah, well!” Yu Sisi blinked at the sky, scratching her head awkwardly. “That was an accident. A fluke.”

“This time, I swear once Ye Ye successfully tricks Ding Moyan into a relationship, she’ll dump her within a month.” To save face, Yu Sisi even threw in her allowance. “If I lose, not only will you kick my head like a ball, but I’ll also hand over all my pocket money to you, Boss.”

“Pocket money? That’s no small sum.” Ding Bai stroked his chin, intrigued by the stakes.

After all, the allowance of an Omega from the wealthiest family was probably worth a few planets.

“Who’s that for?”

Staring at the single rose in Wang Ye’s hand, Ye Ye suppressed the icy glint in her eyes. Clutching her own lavish bouquet tightly, an overwhelming sense of crisis gnawed at her thoughts.

“Ding Moyan, right?”

Ye Ye lifted her chin slightly, casually adjusting the roses in her arms. The ninety-nine fresh blooms easily outshone the slightly wilted one in Wang Ye’s grasp.

With a cold sneer, she taunted, “You really think she’d spare a glance at your cheap, second-rate flower?”

Wang Ye’s face stiffened. She had noticed the young lady’s bouquet too, undoubtedly meant for Ding Moyan.

“Let me make this clear she won’t like it.” Ye Ye stepped closer, leaning in until their faces were inches apart. Her voice, once sweet, now dripped with menace. “If you know what’s good for you, stay away from her. I’d hate to resort to measures.”

A cold sweat broke out on Wang Ye’s forehead as she instinctively retreated. After a few seconds, she steadied herself and forced herself to meet Ye Ye’s gaze.

“D-Ding Moyan isn’t y-yours yet,” she stammered.

Ye Ye’s lips curled in amusement. She hadn’t even had her fill of this entertaining toy, how dare some gutter rat dare to challenge her?

Was this girl’s confidence sheer audacity or plain stupidity?

A plain Beta with no pheromones, no striking looks, no power or influence, and a dismal future fertility rate.

Just a common Beta…

A thought seemed to strike Ye Ye, and her expression relaxed. She shrugged indifferently, no longer deigning to look at the eyesore before her. “Do you know how to spell ‘overestimating yourself’? No? Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”

Wang Ye bit her pale lips, fear flickering in her eyes. The hand clutching the rose trembled.

She knew Ye Ye’s threats were far from empty. She was painfully ordinary, with nothing to offer that could ever catch Ding Moyan’s interest.

“Oh, and here have this peach boba tea.” Ye Ye’s gaze shifted to the drink in Wang Ye’s other hand. “Suddenly, it doesn’t seem all that appealing anymore.”

Wang Ye’s face flushed with humiliation. The icy chill of the peach boba tea seeped into her bones, freezing her to the core.

She stood there, utterly mortified.

“Move. You’re in the way.” Spotting Ding Moyan crossing the street with a freshly bought wrap, Ye Ye shoved past Wang Ye without hesitation.

Waving cheerfully, she called out, “Ding Moyan!”

Ding Moyan’s head throbbed at the sight of Ye Ye’s saccharine smile. The discomfort was instant and by now, almost habitual.

One look at Ye Ye, and the headache was guaranteed.

“Why are you all looking at me?” Ding Moyan felt goosebumps from their stares as she tossed the wrap to Ye Ye.

Ye Ye then temporarily placed the wrap in her boss’s hands.

Yu Sisi, who was enjoying the drama while eating fruit, swallowed a piece and cheered Ye Ye on: “Today is Valentine’s Day after all.”

“Here, these are for you ninety-nine roses.” Ye Ye presented the bouquet to Ding Moyan.

What the hell?

Ding Moyan froze. The gift was baffling, and reason told her she shouldn’t accept these damn flowers.

Just as she was about to refuse, Ye Ye smiled and said, “Take them properly. You should listen to an injured omega right now.”

“My heart is very fragile. The slightest mishap could worsen my condition, and then I might need even more time to recover, which would mean troubling you to take care of me longer.”

“So, what will you choose, Momo!” Ye Ye whispered in Ding Moyan’s ear, her threatening tone seeping in.

Ding Moyan stared at the massive bouquet about to be forced into her hands, her expression unreadable.

Ding Moyan, don’t take it.

Don’t accept it.

Wang Ye was frantic, screaming internally.

She clung to a sliver of hope, but that hope shattered the moment Ding Moyan accepted Ye Ye’s roses.

Reluctantly, Ding Moyan took the bouquet, lowering her gaze to the vibrant blooms while already plotting to ditch them somewhere out of sight.

Yu Sisi scooped another bite of melon, exclaiming how sweet it was. Ding Moyan truly lived up to her reputation as the snow lotus in everyone’s eyes her beauty paired with those lavish roses was simply breathtaking.

Though she was close with Ding Bai and disliked Ding Moyan, even she couldn’t deny Ding Moyan’s stunning looks. She secretly snapped a few photos, edited them with captions, and posted them on the Rose Workshop’s official site, adding fuel to her good friend Ye Ye’s pursuit of an Alpha.

Ye Ye glanced back, her lips curling into a cruel smirk as she taunted the overreaching Beta.

Wang Ye’s expression darkened. Clutching her own cheap bouquet, she couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at her own foolishness.

Not hearing her footsteps, Ding Moyan turned back. “Wang Ye, what’s wrong?”

Wang Ye stayed silent, tucking the roses behind her back before shaking her head and catching up.

The long, dense thorns lining the stems pricked her palm as she gripped them too tightly, tiny beads of blood welling up.

Wang Ye let out a bitter chuckle and tossed the unrealistic fantasy into a nearby trash can.

Feeling down, she habitually plugged in her earphones, drowning herself in music to retreat into a safe mental space.

Ahead, the lights were bright, the figures of the group growing distant.

A single crimson rose, battered and discarded by its owner, lay lonely among the garbage. Under the dim sky, it remained in this forsaken world.

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