Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 32

What a pitiful Host.

Ding Moyan turned her stiff neck to look at the system screen: “I’m the one suffering here, failing the mission, and you’re happy about it.”

[…]

Alright, not happy. Host, you should hurry up and complete the mission.

Ding Moyan: “What brings you here?”

[Host, I’ve searched Shen Changle’s information three times, but the results were minimal. He’s like a peripheral character in this novel. Besides, the young master who invited you over is Shen Changle, the creator of the Nationwide Escape game.]

Ding Moyan chuckled lightly. When she saw that guy in the private room, she had already guessed it was him who invited her.

“Shen Changle is a peripheral character in the original novel? Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

[I couldn’t find his ending in the original novel. The only time his name appeared in the plot was when the male lead, Jiǎng Pèi, took an exam. One question asked who ranked first on this year’s richest list. Jiǎng Pèi answered wrong, so the teacher made him copy Shen Changle’s name a hundred times as punishment.]

Ding Moyan: “Now that’s truly peripheral.”

[Right. You could say Shen Changle is even more transparent than a cannon fodder character.]

“Just one thing is strange.” Ding Moyan leaned against the headboard, fingers curling as she tapped the bed, as if recalling something. She continued, “He called the President ‘my dear Aga,’ and the President didn’t even correct him. That alone proves their relationship isn’t shallow. But it also rules out them being particularly closeju dging by the things Shen Changle said in So I Ha, he didn’t seem genuinely concerned about the President.”

“Someone who interacts with one of the main antagonists of the novel could they really be that peripheral?”

[This person’s appearance is puzzling to me too.]

Ding Moyan proposed a theory: “Or maybe my presence has altered parts of the novel’s plot.”

[That’s possible. Wait a moment, I’ll go check again.]

“Alright.” After responding, Ding Moyan suddenly sneezed five or six times in a row.

The sneezes were loud, making her head throb.

One sneeze means someone’s thinking of you, two means they’re cursing you, three means you’re catching a cold but sneezing so many times in a row, plus the dull ache in her head…

Ding Moyan instinctively touched her forehead. “Why does my head feel a bit hot?”

[Fever?]

The system activated the scanner and located the thermometer.

[The hotel room should have a complimentary thermometer in the bedside drawer. Host, you can check your temperature. I’ll go investigate the other matter ping me if anything comes up.]

Ding Moyan nodded, reaching to open the bedside drawer. Inside was a small white square device with an instruction manual underneath. She glanced at it, picked up the thermometer, turned it on, and scanned her forehead. The temperature reading appeared instantly.

“?”

39°C…

Moderate fever, almost reaching high fever.

She tossed the thermometer carelessly onto the bed and flopped back onto the snow-white sheets.

“Unbelievable. Aren’t Alpha physiques supposed to be strong? I barely did anything, and now I’m sick with a fever? Is my body really this fragile?”

Ding Moyan replayed the day’s events in her mind, eating and playing games. That was pretty much it.

She grumbled, “Didn’t eat anything cold, the weather wasn’t chilly, and I dressed normally.”

Now that she knew she had a fever, the symptoms seemed to amplify. Her nose felt stuffy, and her throat started to ache.

At that moment, there was a “knock knock knock” at the door. Ding Moyan weakly slipped on her slippers.

“Who is it?”

“Zong Jia.”

The voice outside wasn’t loud, but it instantly snapped Ding Moyan to attention.

The President!

Coming to see her so late at night could it be because she forgot to switch accounts and liked that fanfiction?

If the President saw that and came to confront her now.

Ding Moyan’s mouth fell open. She really wanted to play dead. At this point, it wasn’t just about embarrassment or social humiliation anymore.

If the President found out, she was done for.

The more she thought about it, the less courage she had to turn the doorknob.

She was genuinely terrified of Zong Jia. Compared to Ding Bai and Ye Ye, who were relatively easy to handle, Zong Jia was unpredictable and hard to read. One moment she could be perfectly calm, and the next, she might send someone to “accidentally” take you out permanently.

Not to mention, in the original story’s mid-plot, there was a scene where Zong Jia had once pointed a gun at her temple with such ruthlessness that it still sent chills down Ding Moyan’s spine.

Thankfully, it wasn’t loaded otherwise, Zong Jia wouldn’t have had much of a role in the later story.

A thin layer of sweat formed on Ding Moyan’s forehead. She scratched her head irritably. She had to open the door; she couldn’t leave the President standing outside.

That would only make things worse.

Ding Moyan took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and reached for the doorknob.

As the handle turned, her heartbeat quickened. She held her breath, nervously biting her lower lip.

With a creak, the door opened.

As soon as she stepped inside, a strong scent of White Lotus pheromones hit Zong Jia.

The entire room was saturated with the fragrance so thick that it made Zong Jia pause mid-step, her throat tightening. She coughed lightly a few times, her beautiful brows furrowing in discomfort.

Seeing her expression, Ding Moyan hurried to pour her a glass of water to help ease the irritation.

Just as she was about to press the water dispenser button, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind.

The grip was icy cold, freezing Ding Moyan in place, her hand still hovering over the dispenser.

Water overflowed slightly from the cup before Zong Jia’s soft cough snapped her back to reality.

Ding Moyyan quickly handed over the warm water.

Zong Jia took a sip, letting the warmth slide down her throat, soothing the itchiness.

“Control your pheromones,” Zong Jia said coldly. The porcelain cup in her hand accentuated her flawless, pale fingers, making her seem almost fragile enough to evoke pity.

Ding Moyan startled, only now realizing that her fever had caused her gland to continuously release pheromones in an attempt to regulate her body.

She immediately stopped the pheromone emission, guessing that Zong Jia’s coughing was due to the overwhelming scent. She opened the window to air out the White Lotus fragrance.

Zong Jia’s expression softened slightly. She took small sips of the warm water as she walked over and sat gracefully on the sofa.

Watching her, Ding Moyan felt awkward unsure whether to sit or stand, too nervous to speak.

Zong Jia sat with perfect posture, her movements elegant, as if she wasn’t just drinking plain water but savoring a delicacy prepared by a top chef.

The President remained silent for a long while. Ding Moyan’s head was still burning with fever, making her miserable. She just wanted to send this intimidating guest away as soon as possible so she could take some medicine.

Finally, she spoke up: “What brings you here so late, President?”

It was past 4 a.m.

An Alpha and an Omega alone together in the middle of the night it was enough to make Ding Moyan fidget uncomfortably.

Zong Jia replied, “I came to discuss something with you.”

Ding Moyan raised her guard: “What is it?”

“I’ve already approved your request to transfer departments.” Zong Jia sent the document to Ding Moyan. “You can go to the Arts Department tomorrow.”

Ding Moyan’s head grew increasingly heavy. She looked at the document on her phone, opened it, and confirmed it was indeed about the department transfer. In the original storyline, the protagonist had also submitted a transfer request around this time, waiting for approval. The timeline matched. After reading it, she nodded to show she understood.

Zong Jia’s lips curled slightly as she adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, concealing the unreadable glint in her eyes.

With her other hand, she set down the porcelain cup. Now that the matter was settled, it was time to leave.

But the moment she moved, Ding Moyan suddenly collapsed with a “thud.”

Was this a scam?

Zong Jia froze for a second before walking over. The moment her cold fingers touched Ding Moyan’s face, the scorching heat forced her to pull back.

“She’s running a fever,” Zong Jia murmured.

Calm and composed, Zong Jia scooped Ding Moyan up in a princess carry.

Despite her frail appearance like a gust of wind could knock her over her strength was surprisingly formidable.

The person in her arms was soft and burning hot, like hugging a self-heating pillow.

Ding Moyan’s cheeks were as red as hot coals. Delirious from the fever, her lips smacked together as she began muttering nonsense.

“So hot! Turn on the damn AC already.”

“Ding Bai, go die in a ditch.”

“Ye Ye, scram too. Don’t you dare bully Wang Wang.”

“Mmm… The President smells so nice. President, give me a kiss.”

Still mumbling, Ding Moyan nuzzled her cheek against Zong Jia’s neck.

The hand gripping her slender waist tightened abruptly. For the first time, Zong Jia felt an odd sense of discomfort.

At the base of the Rose Workshop dormitory building, a small group huddled together, whispering about how to climb over the wall.

Yu Sisi groaned, “The dorm supervisor is terrifying. We’re so screwed she’ll deduct conduct points and call our parents again. My mom will kill me.”

Wang Ye suggested, “What if, we just crash in the classroom for the night?”

“Ugh! The desks and chairs are rock-hard. My back and arms can’t take it,” Yu Sisi whined, covering her face. Finally, she proposed, “How about we climb through the window? I’m on the second floor, I think I can make it.”

“In games, you get extra lives. In real life, you only get one. One wrong move, and you’ll splat into a pancake. Don’t be stupid just accept reality.” Ye Ye, sitting cross-legged on the grass, had already given up on the wall-climbing plan. “Besides, that psycho dorm supervisor patrols this area all the time.”

“What are you all talking about?” A woman’s voice came from behind.

Ye Ye answered reflexively, “About that psycho dorm supervisor.”

A low chuckle followed, icy and familiar, sending chills down their spines. Ye Ye felt as if a giant serpent had locked onto her, the terrifying gaze made her hands tremble.

In an instant, everyone tensed up.

Ye Ye bolted, shouting, “Run!”

With unspoken understanding, the group scattered in circles before hiding inside the school building.

“That tigress is fast. But she probably didn’t see our faces, right?”

Ding Bai pointed at the lights. “We got lucky, the Engineering Institute’s power is out today. The dorm supervisor’s nearsighted. In the dark, she can only make out shadows at best.”

“That’s good. I was just worried about getting publicly announced to the whole school that would’ve been utterly humiliating.” Yu Sisi panted, feeling a twinge of envy toward Ding Moyan. “Ding Moyan must be sleeping soundly right now. With the President personally approving her leave, she doesn’t even have to come to class tomorrow. Unlike us, who almost got dragged to the security office for a lecture.”

Hearing this, Ding Bai’s expression darkened.

An hour earlier, Ding Bai had received a message from the President.

The WeChat message stated that Ding Moyan was currently staying at the Starlight Hotel, that the President would handle her leave request, and that the rest of them could head back first.

When Ding Bai received the message, she couldn’t make sense of it. She didn’t understand how the President could have met Ding Moyan or why she would personally arrange leave for her.

Ding Bai’s eyes dimmed as she sat on the classroom chair, fingers interlaced, thumbs habitually circling each other.

Since the President had instructed them to return, she had no choice but to comply.

Ye Ye leaned against the doorframe and sighed heavily. “If it weren’t for morning drills in class today, and staying at a hotel would make me late, I would’ve just booked a room outside to crash for the night.”

“Ugh, so annoying. Hey, Ye Ye, why don’t you ask your dad to build a hotel right by the school gate?” Yu Sisi teased, nudging her. “Would make commuting way easier.”

Ye Ye arched an eyebrow. “You’ve got quite the imagination.”

“Ugh, we’ve only got a few hours before dawn. If I don’t get proper sleep, I’ll be dozing off during drills,” Yu Sisi groaned. “What do we do?”

“Stop being so delicate. Push the desks together and sleep on them,” Ye Ye said, already moving tables to lie down.

Meanwhile, Ding Moyan wasn’t faring much better.

She woke up groggily, rubbing her eyes as her vision slowly focused only to catch a glimpse of a silvery needle flashing before her. Ding Moyan jolted fully awake, eyes widening in alarm.

Zong Jia was skillfully drawing medicine into a syringe, flicking the needle to expel any air bubbles.

“President, what are you doing?” Ding Moyan gulped, clutching the blanket tightly. “Why, why do you have a needle?”

Zong Jia picked up an alcohol swab and walked toward her. “You have a fever. You need an antipyretic injection.”

Ding Moyan had always been terrified of needles. Even back in the hospital, she’d stubbornly insisted on oral meds or IVs, anything but shots. It was an innate fear she couldn’t shake.

“No, no, no! I don’t need it! I can just take fever meds really, I don’t need a shot!” She waved her hands frantically in refusal.

“You took leave under my responsibility. As President, I have to ensure the well-being of every Student Union member.”

“An injection works fastest.”

Ding Moyan shrank back like a frightened rabbit, staring at Zong Jia as if she were a big bad wolf about to devour her whole.

The fever had left her limbs weak, her steps unsteady. She barely managed a few steps before collapsing.

Zong Jia seized her arm, pinning her down effortlessly. Ding Moyan squirmed but couldn’t break free, forced to submit.

Tears welled in her eyes as she watched Zong Jia impassively tug down her pants. There was no mercy in the President’s demeanor as she raised the syringe and aimed for her backside.

“Ah!”

The needle pierced her skin. Ding Moyan’s fear amplified the discomfort, though in reality, it was far less painful than anything in a holographic game.

“Quiet,” Zong Jia snapped coldly.

“It hurts,” Ding Moyan whimpered pitifully.

The voice carried an inexplicable coquettish tone that made Zong Jia stiffen slightly, her needle-pulling movements unconsciously gentler.

Not long after the injection, Ding Moyan grew too exhausted from her restlessness and fell asleep.

With her eyes closed, Ding Moyan bore no resemblance to the sharp-witted, vigilant persona from the virtual world, nor the cautious demeanor she displayed in front of Zong Jia. Instead, in her sickly state, she seemed almost naive, delicate, and untouched by the world.

Her cheeks were flushed, her dark hair fanned out across the snow-white sheets so frail and vulnerable, as if she could shatter at the slightest touch.

Her lashes were thick, black, and long, fluttering like a butterfly’s wings, luring others in, piercing straight to the depths of one’s heart so much so that one might wish to capture her and preserve her like a beautiful butterfly specimen.

Just then, a phone rang. Zong Jia’s gaze withdrew as she stood, retrieving the device from her pocket before stepping out of the room.

Seeing the caller’s name, she removed her glasses and pressed her fingers against her weary nose bridge.

She answered, responding with a few brief words.

“Mm.”

“The address is the Stellar Hotel, VIP suite.”

“Right, just come tomorrow.”

After hanging up, Zong Jia paced back to the bedside and sat down, her cool eyes silently fixed on the sleeping beauty before her.

The woman slept so peacefully that Zong Jia couldn’t bear to disturb her.

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