Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 39

Ye Ye’s face twisted as if she’d swallowed a fly. Rubbing her reddened eyes, she pouted angrily, “Bai Bai, you’re scolding me too. Are we still good friends or not?”

Ding Bai chuckled, ignoring her words. She carefully folded the test paper and tucked it into Ye Ye’s pants pocket.

“Why did Ding Moyan submit a blank paper?” Yu Sisi wondered, kicking a pebble at her feet. “Doesn’t she want the A+ Class spot anymore?”

Ye Ye’s expression darkened as she rubbed the test paper in her pocket, seemingly puzzled.

Ding Bai also found it strange. For someone like Ding Moyan who always sought attention to submit a blank paper especially when this exam determined A+ Class placement was hard to believe. She couldn’t fathom Moyan giving up so easily.

Ding Bai’s thoughts were tangled, unsure where to begin. Just then, her phone rang, a call from the hospital.

Answering, her expression stiffened as she listened.

The DNA test results showed Ding Moyan’s blood sample matched, and her pheromone levels aligned perfectly with the archived records.

Before receiving the results, Ding Bai had suspected Moyan might have been replaced by someone with ill intentions. But with a 99.99% match rate, she had to discard that theory.

“Boss, what happened?” Yu Sisi asked worriedly, noticing Ding Bai’s change in expression.

Ding Bai shook her head, unwilling to discuss it yet. She forwarded the hospital’s photo records to the President.

Back in the dorm, Wang Ye stared at Ding Moyan in confusion. She hadn’t dared ask earlier in class.

“Ding Moyan, why did you submit a blank paper?”

After a pause, Moyan replied, “I don’t want to go to A+ Class.”

“Why, why not?”

“No reason.” Moyan’s tone was cool. “I just don’t like it, so I won’t go.”

She couldn’t admit the truth that her haphazard answers would’ve scored even lower. A blank paper at least left her unassessed, making her seem willfully arrogant rather than suspiciously incompetent.

Wang Ye nodded absently, murmuring, “Mhm.”

“You should study hard,” Moyan said, climbing onto her bed. Seeing Wang Ye’s dejected expression, she smiled. “If you do well, I’ll take you to the amusement park—just the two of us. We’ll ride every attraction. How’s that?”

Just the two of them. Wang Ye’s eyes lit up.

“O-okay.” Her cheeks flushed pink as she quickly raised a book to hide her face, newfound motivation surging.

Satisfied, Moyan yawned and lazily leaned against her pillow, picking up her phone.

[Mo Yan, you there?]

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Two messages popped up.

Moyan glanced at the screen, lips quirking. Jiang Pei? What does he want at this hour?

[In the original plot, during exams, the male lead Jiang Pei should be studying with the female lead Zou Ye.]

Moyan: So he’s with Zou Ye right now.

[Correct. I just checked their location, they’re together.]

Ding-ding-ding. More messages buzzed in.

[You there?]

[Hello?]

[Mo Yan, if you see this, please reply.]

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Ding Moyan stared at the chat messages on her phone, lost in thought.

She didn’t reply immediately: Jiang Pei is in such a hurry to reach me could there be something bad waiting for me?

[Probably not. It’s not time for the Host to go offline yet.]

[Maybe you should reply, Host. What if it’s something important?]

Ding Moyan clicked her tongue lightly and typed a response:

Here. What’s up?

The reply came instantly, as if afraid she’d run away:

[Mo Yan, are you free tomorrow afternoon?]

Before she could send “Busy studying,” another message popped up:

[I want to treat you to a meal.]

Ding Moyan replied, No need.

[Ah! Why not? You saved me twice. I really want to thank you properly, or I’ll feel guilty forever.]

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Ding Moyan frowned at the messages.

[The original character wouldn’t refuse Jiang Pei’s dinner invitation.]

Ding Moyan added for the system: Not only wouldn’t refuse, but she’d be tripping over herself to go.

Ding Moyan: The original plot didn’t have Jiang Pei inviting me to dinner, right?

[No. If anything, the original character was the one who invited the male lead, Jiang Pei, more often.]

Ding Moyan sighed. But then again, Jiang Pei seeking out the original character and asking her out tomorrow afternoon.

Wasn’t he supposed to be with the female lead? How could he just invite me like this? Would the female lead even allow it?

Or maybe she knows. Maybe this is her idea.

[Moyan? Moyan!]

[Why aren’t you replying?]

[You weren’t like this before.]

Ding Moyan almost laughed at the messages.

[What now, Host?]

After sending her reply to Jiang Pei, she answered: Even if it’s a trap, I have to go. Refusing would be way too out of character.

In the study on the third floor of the villa, the room was dim, the heavy crimson curtains blocking most of the sunlight, casting a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere. It was as if the room held some unspeakable secret.

“She agreed.”

A girl stood beside a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, her fingers flipping through an antique tome.

“Yes, Zou Zou.” A male Omega in a red-and-black European-style dress suit handed over his phone, almost like he was seeking praise.

The girl didn’t take it. She trusted him or rather, she trusted Ding Moyan’s weakness: her infatuation with Jiang Pei.

The boy hesitated, thinking back to how that person had helped him before. A twinge of regret surfaced. “Zou Zou, tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt her.” The girl closed the book, stepped across the plush carpet, and returned it to the shelf.

Then she turned with a smile.

She approached the boy, her soft pink lips brushing his ear as she leaned in and whispered:

“I just want to teach her a little lesson.”

“That’s all.”

With that, she ruffled his hair, her slender fingers sinking into the silky strands—the sensation was exquisite.

The little boy tilted his small face upward in a daze, savoring the comforting sensation of his beloved patting his head. The soothing feeling spread throughout his body, and his soft, chubby cheeks broke into a bright, innocent smile as he gazed at the girl. His heart fluttered with increasing sweetness.

Leaning obediently against the girl, he nodded sweetly and responded with a soft “Mm-hmm.”

Jiang Pei had reserved a spot at the Golden Manor in the suburbs. Though the location was somewhat remote, the dishes served there were exorbitantly priced.

According to the system’s introduction, this place was a covert business under the Zou family, known to very few.

Following Jiang Pei’s instructions, Ding Moyan took a car to the location.

The hotel’s exterior was grand, surrounded by the sea on three sides. Its cream-colored facade, adorned with a somewhat European-style design, stood out starkly yet monotonously.

Overall, it was uniquely distinctive.

Ding Moyan approached the front desk, where a courteous receptionist greeted her warmly, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation?”

“I was invited, Room 2103,” Ding Moyan replied.

The moment the words left her mouth, the receptionist’s demeanor shifted to one of heightened alertness, her attitude growing even more deferential. The 21st floor was reserved exclusively for the owner’s invited guests, and anyone heading there was undoubtedly wealthy or influential.

She immediately picked up the phone to notify the manager that a distinguished guest was heading to the 21st floor.

The manager, upon receiving the notice, hurried down and personally escorted Ding Moyan to the private elevator reserved for VIPs, taking her up to the 21st floor.

The 21st floor housed only three rooms: the owner’s private quarters, a reception hall, and the special Room 03.

The manager knocked on the door and announced their arrival. Only after receiving permission from inside did he allow Ding Moyan to enter.

Stepping into Room 03, Ding Moyan found herself in a spacious area spanning over 90 square meters. The right wall was lined with an array of premium liquors, while in the center, a bunny girl performed a striptease on a pole.

The scene was lively, if not slightly eye-searing.

To the left was an enormous sofa, easily accommodating over a dozen people. Seated at the center was a girl with a high ponytail, beside whom sat the shy and timid Jiang Pei.

Ding Moyan narrowed her eyes slightly, scrutinizing the scene.

The girl had a curvaceous figure, her long black hair tied high. Her face was lightly made up, with willow-leaf eyebrows framing almond-shaped eyes. Her pitch-black pupils seemed to see through everything, captivating and mesmerizing. Her skin was fair and flawless, like a peeled hard-boiled egg.

This was Zou Ye, the original novel’s female lead. Finally, they met.

Ding Moyan took a deep breath inwardly, meeting their gazes head-on.

[Host, this isn’t your first time encountering the original female lead.]

Ding Moyan paused: What do you mean?

[You first met Zou Ye in the Holographic Game—she was the man in the black robe.]

Ding Moyan choked up. She vaguely recalled having a hand in killing him too.

Back then, the black-robed man who attacked Ye Ye had his face covered, revealing only his eyes. But that didn’t add up.

Ding Moyan: The black-robed man’s height doesn’t match Zou Ye’s.

[The female lead Zou Ye likely used a skill.]

Ding Moyan: Then why didn’t you mention it back then?

[I forgot.]

Ding Moyan’s lips twitched downward as she stared expressionlessly at the system: .

“You’re here.”

Zou Ye raised her wine glass and stood up. Her lips were thin and pink, yet the tone of her voice carried an overbearing edge that was anything but pleasant.

“Jiang Pei, so this is the dinner you invited me to.” Ding Moyan’s gaze fell upon Jiang Pei.

Jiang Pei tensed up, her petite frame shrinking behind Zou Ye.

The young masters and ladies lounging on the sofa eyed the newcomer with undisguised scrutiny, their low laughter deliberately unguarded.

“So this is Ding Moyan, that eldest daughter of the Ding family.”

“What a simp.”

“Ridiculous. Their Ding family has been relying on the Zou family for survival these past few years. How dare she, how dare she bully Zou-jie’s little omega?”

“Who knows? She looks decent enough, but maybe there’s something wrong with her brain.”

“She’s right here. No need to state the obvious.”

Ding Moyan showed no signs of anger. She slightly lifted her chin and responded, “Zou Ye.”

Zou Ye’s memory was sharp. She remembered clearly how she had been defeated in the recent holographic game, all because of the black handgun thrown her way by the very person standing before her. This female Alpha, whom she had never taken seriously, had actually managed to eliminate her.

Zou Ye tightened her grip on the wine glass, her voice low. “Ding Moyan.”

“I never imagined Zou-xuezhang’s way of inviting someone could be so unique.” Ding Moyan’s beautiful face carried a barbed tone.

The wine in Zou Ye’s hand swayed slightly. “Had I invited you personally, Ding-xuezhang probably wouldn’t have agreed.”

“That much is true,” Ding Moyan admitted. If it had really been just Zou Ye inviting her—without any OOC behavior she truly wouldn’t have wanted to come.

Zou Ye hadn’t expected Ding Moyan to admit it so readily. She extended a hand. “Please.”

“Hmm.”

Ding Moyan walked to the sofa, where the surrounding people automatically made space for her.

She sat down, her seat two places to Zou Ye’s right.

A few minutes later.

“Enjoying the view?” Zou Ye asked, one arm around Jiang Pei while pointing at the bunny-girl omega on the pole with her other hand.

“It’s nice,” Ding Moyan replied, her chest rising and falling evenly, her tone devoid of fluctuation.

Zou Ye glanced sideways and cut straight to the chase. “That last round of Nationwide EscapeDing Moyan, you played well.”

That holographic game had left the deepest impression on Zou Ye in recent years, if only because it had ended too quickly. Due to her own carelessness and underestimation of others, she hadn’t even made it past the first round.

Ding Moyan played dumb. “Oh? How would Zou-xuezhang know? Unless you were there too.”

“I was the man in the black robe.”

“Ah! I see.” Ding Moyan’s voice remained flat. “What a coincidence. I truly hadn’t expected that. Had I known it was you, I would’ve gone easier wouldn’t have let Zou-xuezhang exit the game so quickly.”

The moment Ding Moyan’s words landed, the eavesdroppers in the room collectively gasped.

“No way!”

“Right, defeating Zou Ye? Impossible.”

“Someone like Ding Moyan, a simp, is from a completely different world than Zou-jie.”

“It might be true, though. I have a friend studying at the Rose Workshop. She mentioned once that Ding Moyan’s grades actually surpass Zou-jie’s at the Engineering Institute.”

“Zou-jie didn’t deny it either.”

Zou Ye’s eyes darkened. “We should play that game together sometime.”

“Sure, if I have time.”

If this wasn’t a provocation, Zou Ye didn’t know what was. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against her thigh.

Then Zou Ye patted Jiang Pei’s shoulder and said, “A Pei, it’s been so long since our classmate Ding arrived, and you haven’t even poured her a drink to wet her throat.”

Jiang Pei murmured an “Oh” and picked up the cocktail from his table, handing it to Ding Moyan.

His gaze fell on Ding Moyan’s jade-like hand as she reached to take it. Jiang Pei lowered his eyes, his palm sweating, trembling nervously so that a bit of the drink spilled.

Ding Moyan glanced down, accepting the cocktail from Jiang Pei. She swirled the Blue Demon in the glass, her eyes narrowing slightly: Is this drink poisoned?

A few seconds later, the system responded,

[After testing, it is not poisoned.]

Only then did Ding Moyan relax slightly, though she dared only take a tiny sip.

In the original story, the original host would have eaten or drunk anything Jiang Pei handed over without question. To avoid raising suspicion, Ding Moyan had no choice but to swallow it.

Of course, apart from that, Ding Moyan didn’t believe Zou Ye would dare to poison her so openly.

Seeing Ding Moyan drink, Jiang Pei tightly shut his eyes, his long lashes trembling faintly from the shock. He clutched the hem of his clothes, leaning into Zou Ye’s embrace, his expression betraying some unspoken distress.

Ding Moyan set down the glass, feeling no immediate discomfort.

But Jiang Pei’s expression was off. Ding Moyan frowned, a bad premonition stirring in her heart.

What exactly did Zou Ye call me here for? Just to drink and watch bunny girls dance? That doesn’t fit his character.

As the pole dance performance neared its end,

Ding Moyan’s body suddenly grew heavy. Her pupils dilated, her chest feeling as if blocked by a boulder restless and suffocating. The gland at the back of her neck inexplicably swelled with pain.

[Host, what’s wrong?]

Ding Moyan had no mind to answer the system now. Biting her tongue, she kept her expression neutral as she said to Zou Ye, “I need to use the restroom first.”

“Hmm.” Zou Ye replied absentmindedly, his eyes fixed on the now-naked bunny girl. “Turn left outside the door.”

Ding Moyan rose slowly, suppressing the sudden discomfort, and headed toward the restroom Zou Ye had indicated.

Once inside, she rushed to the sink.

In the mirror, she saw the gland on her neck was already red and swollen.

“Damn it, I’ve really fallen for it.”

[What’s happening?!]

Ding Moyan lifted her gaze. “Can’t you tell?”

“That drink I had.”

[But I checked it, it was just an ordinary cocktail.]

“You didn’t check the glass, did you?” Ding Moyan tugged at her collar, gasping for air.

“She must have coated the rim with something.”

The system froze, it hadn’t considered that possibility.

Ding Moyan added, “Go check how many people are waiting outside the restroom right now.”

[Five B-rank Alphas, ten C-rank Alphas.]

“Going all out, huh? Five B-ranks, they really don’t want this cannon fodder female side character to live.”

Her gland burned and ached under the drug’s effect. Ding Moyan knew full well she couldn’t use her pheromones to suppress those troublemaking idiots right now.

This helplessness only worsened her mood.

Her legs felt weak, her vision doubling with black shadows. She shook her head in panic, turning on the faucet and splashing icy water on her face, trying to stay alert.

[What do we do now, Host?]

The system flusteredly paced in place. Though it usually acted unreliable and annoyed its host, in critical moments like this, it was genuinely frantic.

If this host fails, it would take decades for it to bind to the next one.

It doesn’t have that much time to waste.

[Regarding the protagonist, the system cannot provide you with assistance.]

Ding Moyan leaned against the bathroom sink, bracing her elbows to keep her weak legs from giving out. With her other hand, she struggled to pull her phone from her pocket.

Her vision blurred with dark spots, and in her hazy state, Ding Moyan hastily sent out a distress message.

Help me.

She didn’t know if that person would respond, but right now, she had no choice but to try everything.

[Host, who are you asking for help?]

Ding Moyan’s entire body burned with fever, her cheeks flushed red. The damage to her Gland made it hard to breathe her chest heaved violently, her breaths growing increasingly ragged. The light in her eyes dimmed as her hands clenched, slick with sweat.

Her mind buzzed like a swarm of flies, a splitting headache fueling her agitation and worsening her discomfort.

Ding Moyan knocked on her head and forced out two words: “Zong Jia.”

As if she had touched a forbidden subject, the system’s voice grew quieter.

[You’re insane. Ancestor, how could you, how could you ask the villain for help?]

The unknown drug coursed recklessly through her bloodstream.

Ding Moyan clutched her chest her heartbeat was dangerously fast, as if her heart might leap out of her ribcage at any moment.

Something warm trickled from her nose and the corners of her mouth. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, only to find it smeared with blood.

Staring at the crimson stains on her hand and the droplets splattering onto the floor, Ding Moyan’s mind went blank. Her throat tightened—she had no idea what to do now.

“Then what?” In the mirror, her eyes were streaked with red veins. She swallowed hard. “If not her, who else can I turn to?”

Knock, knock, knock. The bathroom door rattled, and Zou Ye’s voice came through.

“Classmate Ding.”

Ding Moyan splashed cold water on her bleeding nose and mouth.

After a few shaky breaths, she steadied herself and called out, “Who is it? What’s wrong?”

“It’s me, Zou Ye. You’ve been in the bathroom for so long, I was worried.” The icy expression on Zou Ye’s face outside the door flickered with something unreadable.

“I’m fine.” Ding Moyan stared at her soaked, disheveled reflection in the mirror and let out a bitter laugh. “Just a stomachache. I’m taking my time.”