Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 33

The alarm by the bed rang, and a pale little hand reached out from under the blankets to press it, silencing the noise.

Then, without another movement, the person went back to sleep.

[Host…]

“Mmm.” Ding Moyan lay sprawled on the bed, her face buried deep in the soft pillow.

[Host, get up quickly.]

She slowly turned her head to the side, her eyes half-lidded, mumbling about not wanting to get up.

[Host, do you remember who carried you to bed?]

A series of unpleasant images flashed through her mind.

Zong Jia!

Ding Moyan’s eyes flew open in alarm, her groggy mind instantly snapping awake. She bolted upright, ignoring the dizziness from moving too fast, and frantically checked her body everything was intact.

Her chastity was still intact, though her left butt cheek was a bit sore.

Ding Moyan scrunched up her face, her ears, cheeks, and forehead flushing red. It wasn’t because her fever hadn’t subsided, it was pure humiliation.

She, an Alpha, had actually let an Omega pull down her pants.

That President was truly something else.

Ding Moyan lowered her head, covering her face with her hands. She needed to calm down. How had she ended up in such a dangerous situation in the early hours of the morning?

[There’s also some bad news I need to remind you about. The original host was supposed to transfer departments, but she never agreed to go to the Arts Department. She hated that department the most.]

“?”

“Zong Jia knows I’m not the original host!” Ding Moyan’s expression froze.

What do you think?

Ding Moyan stared blankly at the white ceiling, panting slightly. “I think I can still salvage this.”

The system fell silent for a moment.

Ding Moyan attempted to save herself. “Can you tell me why the original host hated that department?”

[Because the head of that department is Ding Bai. So the original host would never go there.]

“Ding Bai, huh.” Ding Moyan’s expression turned lazy, murmuring thoughtfully.

“If it’s her, then this is easy.”

[?] The system was confused, unsure what scheme Ding Moyan was cooking up now.

“I’m joining this department to take down Ding Bai. Is that reason solid enough?” Ding Moyan sat up and rubbed her shoulders. “Given the original host’s personality, she despised Ding Bai and naturally wouldn’t want her to succeed. Wanting to take everything from Ding Bai doesn’t that make sense?”

It does and it doesn’t. The original host was the epitome of aloof elegance. She looked down on such things, especially Ding Bai’s status.

Ding Moean clicked her tongue, slowly licking her lips before continuing, “Do you really think the President didn’t know about the things the original host did behind the scenes? I actually think she enjoys indulging people like that. Because they’re easy to control and obedient.”

[Do whatever you want. Just don’t die too easily and fail the mission.] The system decided to let this host do as she pleased.

“Don’t worry.” Having sorted out her thoughts, Ding Moyan stretched and pulled open the curtains. It was already afternoon. Through the large floor-to-ceiling window, the sky outside was overcast with dark, oppressive clouds.

The gloomy sight did nothing to lift her mood. Ding Moyan closed the curtains again, exhaled, and turned around.

Suddenly remembering the person who had brought her here, she immediately asked, “Where’s the President?”

She’s right next door. Are you going out?

“No no no, it’s better to just play dead indoors.” After hearing this, Ding Moyan shook her head in resignation. She bit into the sandwich left on the table by the hotel staff. The sandwich had gone cold and didn’t taste as good as when it was warm, making the experience rather unsatisfying.

Ding Moyan forced the sandwich down with some difficulty, yawned, and got up to head to the bathroom.

[Host, you’re going to take a shower.]

“Yep, shower time. Shut down and no peeking,” Ding Moyan said as she pulled the bathroom door shut.

Hot water cascaded down from above, soaking her hair until it clung wetly to her cheeks, neck, and back.

Ding Moyan closed her eyes, completely relaxing as she enjoyed the sensation of the hot water washing over her. The warmth eased her tired expression, giving her body and mind some much-needed relief.

After showering for a few minutes, she roughly toweled off the water droplets.

Once done, she slipped into a white bathrobe. The hair dryer was in the bedroom drawer she’d have to plug it in later to dry her hair, or else the dampness would be unbearable.

Ding Moyan rubbed her hair with the towel and pulled open the frosted bathroom door. The moment she stepped out, she nearly collided with Ding Bai, who had somehow appeared in the room without her noticing.

The two stood frozen, staring at each other in shock.

Why was Ding Moyan showering in the President’s room?

Showering, showering.

Ding Bai’s expression twisted in horror, her mind conjuring up all sorts of inappropriate images. Words stuck in her throat, refusing to come out.

Was the official website telling the truth? The President and Ding Moyan had been spotted at entertainment venues, acting all lovey-dovey, and now they were sharing a hotel room.

Ding Bai’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly, her hands trembling before she turned away to suppress her anger.

“What are you doing here?”

Hearing Ding Moyan’s question, Ding Bai’s lips twitched, finding the situation absurd.

“The President needed me for something. What about you?” Ding Bai retorted. “Why are you in the President’s hotel room?”

“Or did you climb into.”

Before she could finish, Ding Moyan clamped a hand over her mouth. “Some things shouldn’t be said carelessly.”

“Carelessly? Don’t tell me the President actually agreed to be with you.” Ding Bai scoffed, her eyes raking over Ding Moyan with undisguised disdain. “Spare me the bad jokes.”

Ding Moyan’s fists clenched. “Shut up. That’s not it.”

“You shamelessly crawled into the President’s bed, and now you don’t want people talking about it?”

Ding Moyan had had enough. She grabbed Ding Bai by the collar and slammed her against the wall.

She really wanted to teach Ding Bai a lesson for that mouth of hers.

The collar was pulled so tight that Ding Bai struggled to breathe, her legs kicking wildly.

“Ding Moyan, what are you doing?”

A cold voice cut through the air, and Ding Moyan froze for a few seconds before releasing her grip.

Ding Bai slumped against the wall, gasping for air, and weakly called out, “President.”

Ding Moyan’s heart skipped a beat. She lowered her gaze, the tips of her ears turning red likely remembering the spanking incident from earlier that morning.

“Explain. What’s going on here?” Zong Jia walked over and sat on the couch.

“President, she” Ding Moyan didn’t know how to phrase it.

Zong Jia raised an eyebrow. “She what?”

“She said I was sleeping with you.” Ding Moyan’s blunt words sent a shock through everyone present.

Zong Jia’s calm eyes narrowed slightly. She remained silent for a long moment, offering no response.

Ding Bai protested, “President, I never said that!”

Ding Moyan’s eyelashes fluttered as she glanced at Ding Bai. This girl had been all fierce and aggressive earlier, but now she was acting like a timid little rabbit in front of the President.

“My room is next door. You went to the wrong room.” Zong Jia’s gaze was indifferent, but her voice gradually turned cold. “Also, focus on what you’re supposed to do instead of wasting time on useless things.”

Ding Bai broke out in a cold sweat down her spine, hesitating to speak further. She could only shoot Ding Moyan a sinister glare.

“I’ll go change in the dressing room first. You two talk.” Ding Moyan didn’t want to stay here a second longer. Seeing that they still had things to discuss, she seized the chance to slip away.

“Mm.”

Ding Moyan entered the dressing room, where the clothes she had worn earlier that morning had been washed, dried, and neatly folded on a small stool thoughtful indeed.

She removed the white towel wrapped around her and began putting on her own clothes.

[Host, they’re talking about you. Do you want to listen?]

Ding Moyan perked up. “Listen? Of course I do.”

[Audio transmission activated.]

“President, Ding Moyan is acting strange. It’s like she’s a completely different person now, nothing like before.”

It was Ding Bai speaking, her voice deliberately hushed so only the person behind her could hear.

Ding Moyan pursed her lips and continued listening through the system’s playback.

“Mm.”

“My relationship with Ding Moyan has never been good, but I know her better than anyone. Even though she maintains a perfect facade in public, I’ve always sensed something off about her. For one, she’s always been arrogant, aloof, and jealous traits that make it hard for her to befriend anyone. But now, she’s suddenly getting along so well with her roommate.”

“Not to mention, during the holographic game she participated in, her reflexes and wit were far sharper than before. In one mission, I deliberately didn’t intervene, yet she still managed to escape unscathed.”

“And that’s not all.” Afraid Zong Jia wouldn’t believe her, Ding Bai listed more examples. “The Ding Moyan I knew would go through a pretty Omega or Beta every week, she was a total flirt.”

“But now? She’s way too well-behaved. Even when Ye Ye keeps calling her ‘sister,’ she doesn’t seem the least bit tempted. It’s hard to wrap my head around.”

“President, I think we need to investigate further. I’ve already collected Ding Moyan’s hair for a DNA test. The hospital will give me the results tomorrow.” Ding Bai concluded firmly.

Ding Moyan had to give Ding Bai some credit her instincts were sharp. “How much do you think the President believes?”

I think you’re doomed, Host. The system sent a series of tearful emojis, utterly pessimistic.

“Don’t be so negative.” Ding Moyan had finished changing and was now blow-drying her damp black hair. “I’ve taken over the original body. A DNA test won’t expose me.”

“But still, how should I handle the President later?” After drying her hair, she sat on the plush stool, swinging her legs idly.

Ding Bai didn’t stay long in the bedroom before leaving, forcing Ding Moyan to emerge as well she couldn’t hide in the dressing room forever.

When Ding Moyan stepped out, Zong Jia was sitting on the bed with a small desk set up, working on her laptop.

“Done changing?” Zong Jia’s eyes remained fixed on the stock fluctuations on her screen, though her ears twitched slightly at the sound.

“Done,” Ding Moyan replied.

Silence followed once more.

In the vast, sparsely furnished room, only the two of them remained, the atmosphere growing increasingly stifling.

“President, may I leave now?” Ding Moyan clasped her hands behind her back, nervously picking at her fingers as she took a deep breath and asked loudly enough for Zong Jia to hear.

“How’s your condition?” Zong Jia’s chest rose slightly as she closed her laptop, stepped off the bed in white slippers, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to draw back the curtains.

Ding Moyan: “Much better.”

“Hmm, then go.”

She could leave so easily? Regardless, the thought of escaping this place lifted Ding Moyan’s spirits. Unable to contain herself, she strode to the door and turned the knob.

As she stepped outside, her gaze involuntarily drifted toward the floor-to-ceiling window. Dark clouds loomed outside. She opened the window and stepped onto the balcony alone. The gloomy sky enveloped her slender frame, making her appear exceptionally small against its vastness.

Zong Jia’s indifferent eyes surveyed the overcast horizon. The towering buildings seemed eerily tranquil beneath the heavy cloud cover, as if the slightest displeasure could summon a storm to swallow them whole.

By the time Ding Moyan arrived at class, the final lecture was already underway.

“Reporting in.” Ding Moyan rapped her knuckles against the classroom door.

“Ding Moyan, come in.” The instructor, having already received her leave notice, naturally didn’t give her trouble.

“Did you smell that plum blossom scent?”

“Yeah, it’s coming from Ding Moyan.”

“What scent?”

“Oh right, I forgot you Betas can’t detect pheromones.”

Ding Moyan’s appearance immediately caused a stir in the classroom. The reason was simple her body carried the faint, refreshing fragrance of plum blossoms.

And in this Rose Workshop, there was only one person whose pheromones carried that plum blossom scent, the President.

Whispers spread through the class as students speculated whether Ding Moyan and the President might have slept together.

“She was gone all night, and her cheeks are still flushed. No way, it can’t be what I’m thinking, right?”

“Holy shit, Ding Moyan actually bagged the President?”

“Tch, I told you they were a thing. Didn’t you see Ding Moyan using her account to like that steamy fanfic about her and the President at dawn?”

“Did Ding Moyan mark the President? This is huge news. I need to post about this on the official site right now.” An Alpha who deeply admired Ding Moyan exclaimed excitedly, “I’ll wave their flag high, let’s see who dares oppose them!”

“Hurry up and post! I’ll like and repost it for you, charging ahead!” Her desk mate patted the Alpha’s shoulder with a knowing grin, phone already poised for action.

Wang Ye, seated in front of Ding Moyan, handed over the notes she’d compiled that day.

Wang Ye had heard every word of the classroom gossip. The thought of Ding Moyan spending the night with the President, combined with the President’s pheromones lingering on her, made Wang Ye’s heart ache with bitterness.

“Ding Moyan, you have plum blossom scent on you. You two, you two…”

“I had a fever at dawn and released too much pheromone. The President suppressed it in time that’s probably how it got on me.”

Of course, Ding Moyan didn’t mention that it might also have happened during Zong Jia’s forceful suppression when giving her the injection. The memory made her expression twist awkwardly.

“Then your body is it okay now?” Wang Ye’s entire body swiveled around in concern upon hearing about Ding Moyan’s fever.

Her voice wasn’t quiet, drawing the attention of nearby classmates.

“Ding Moyan has a fever. If she’s feverish, wouldn’t it feel even more.”

“Ugh, you pervert! What are you thinking about? Shouldn’t you be wondering why Wang Ye is so frantic? The campus belle gets sick, and she’s making such a fuss.”

Someone speculated, “Could it be that she likes Ding Moyan?”

“Her? A beta without any pheromones?”

“Never mind her being an inferior beta, just look at the freckles on her face, it’s enough to kill the mood.”

“Short and ugly.”

“Enough already. She’s still our classmate. Stop being so disgusting,” someone nearby spoke up in her defense, disgusted by their shallow judgment.

“Quiet down,” an alpha who admired Ding Moyan sneered at Wang Ye. “Even if Wang Ye likes her, so what? The President and the campus belle are already locked in. She can only watch from the sidelines.”

“Wang Ye.” The lecturer at the front noticed the commotion on the right side of the classroom. She frowned and called out Wang Ye’s name, tapping the blackboard with a piece of chalk. “Pay attention.”

“My fever’s gone,” Ding Moyan whispered. “Focus on the lecture. I’ll explain after class.”

Wang Ye’s eyes were full of worry, but under the lecturer’s stern gaze, she had no choice but to turn back around.

Ding Moyan flipped through the notebook Wang Ye had given her. The notes were meticulously detailed, with additional practice problems of the same type to reinforce the concepts. Watching the petite figure sitting upright and listening attentively, Ding Moyan raised an eyebrow. No wonder her grades were so good.

Running her fingers over the pages, Ding Moyan murmured, “What an adorable little genius.”

[Host, have some morals. Stop flirting with the poor girl, she’s already falling for you.]

[What if you complete your mission and leave, or worse, fail and die? What will happen to her then?]

Ding Moyan’s eyes darkened slightly, and the metal pen in her left hand spun faster.

She had to admit the system was right. She suffered from Pheromone Disorder Syndrome and had, at most, three years left in this world.

Yet, for some reason, she couldn’t shake this overwhelming sense of resentment.

Ding-dong. The school bell rang, signaling the end of class. Students and teachers packed up and left.

Wang Ye turned around, wanting to check if Ding Moyan’s fever had truly subsided, when a sweet, high-pitched voice called from the doorwaysomeone looking for Ding Moyan.

Wang Ye recognized him.

Jiang Pei, the omega Ding Moyan had rescued in the alleyway, the one who had been pursuing her relentlessly.

Jiang Pei bounced over hesitantly. “Mo Yan, yesterday you and the President went to a hotel.”

He couldn’t bring himself to say “checked in,” his eyes pleading for Ding Moyan to deny it.

Unfortunately, fate wasn’t on his side. Ding Moyan nodded. The news had already spread like wildfire on the school forum, most of the Engineering Institute knew. There was no point hiding it.

“What?! You, you really?” Jiang Pei reacted dramatically, pointing at Ding Moyan with an odd expression, his manners completely forgotten.

Damn it!

Just mentioning it brought back the memory of Ding Moyan having her pants pulled down in front of an omega her privacy violated, the humiliation unbearable.

Ding Moyan confirmed again, “Yes, we stayed at a hotel. The President booked the room.”

Jiang Pei covered her face in shock: “The President funded it? So Ding Moyan is being kept by the President?”

Unable to believe it, Jiang Pei stared at the Alpha sister who had once protected her. With a stifled anger and an expression that screamed “How could you be like this, Ding Moyan?”, she turned and ran away.

Wang Ye watched the rapidly retreating figure: “Why did she run off?”

“Who cares? She’s got issues,” Ding Moyan snorted.

Speaking of issues, Wang Ye’s tone turned anxious: “Are you really better now?”

Her backpack contained medicine for colds, coughs, and fever. Wang Ye pulled them out and placed them on Ding Moyan’s desk.

Ding Moyan chuckled softly and gently patted Wang Ye’s little head: “I really don’t have a fever anymore. Don’t believe me? Feel for yourself.”

With that, Ding Moyan took Wang Ye’s hand and pressed it against her forehead.

The temperature was normal, but the warmth radiating from Wang Ye’s palm told Ding Moyan just how much she cared.

Ding Moyan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and savored the comforting touch.

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