Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 45

The President responded with a casual “Hmm.”

That single syllable forced Ding Moyan to lower her head, her mind grumbling internally: Stop looking at me, I can’t take it anymore.

Fortunately, Zong Jia only stared for a brief moment before shifting her gaze back to Wang Ye.

“Perfect timing, Ding Moyan.” Kailina turned her focus toward Ding Moyan. “A vial of the New Reagent A-329 has gone missing from the second-tier laboratory of Capital-Level Technology. The whistleblower reported seeing it in Wang Ye’s possession. Have you seen it?”

Ding Moyan immediately shook her head. “No.”

“Answering so quickly.” Kailina narrowed her eyes.

“Oh? Then let Ding Moyan think for a few minutes before answering you with a ‘no.’” Ye Ye retorted with a smile.

She might be wary of Zong Jia, but she wasn’t afraid of Kailina, especially after the last punishment incident, which had left Ye Ye seething with resentment toward her.

As the saying goes, one doesn’t hit a smiling face. Faced with Ye Ye’s grin, Kailina had no choice but to swallow her rising anger.

Yu Sisi leaned closer to Ding Bai and whispered, “Instead of questioning the students close to Wang Ye, the Vice President should ask those of us who aren’t. Our words would carry more credibility.”

“Ridiculous.” Kailina gritted her teeth, her expression cracking for a moment.

“Your word alone isn’t enough to prove anything.”

Zong Jia spoke up, her long lashes veiling any excess emotion in her eyes.

“President, can you vouch for her?” Ding Moyan asked.

“Use your reputation to guarantee the innocence of Second Miss Zou, is that it?” A hint of bloodlust flickered in Zong Jia’s eyes, her pale lips delivering words that left Ding Moyan momentarily stunned.

Second Miss Zou!

Ding Moyan’s expression stiffened: System, what did Zong Jia just say? Calling Wang Ye ‘Second Miss Zou’?

Zou Ye, Wang Ye, their names are quite similar.

[They might be sisters. This isn’t mentioned in the original work, so the system isn’t entirely sure.]

“Ding Moyan, are you certain you want to vouch for Second Miss Zou, Wang Ye?”

Zong Jia’s voice rang out again.

From her calm tone, Ding Moyan seemed to detect a subtle hint of displeasure.

Ding Moyan clenched her teeth, a thin layer of cold sweat forming on her pale back. Her lips parted as she uttered a flat, unwavering “Yes.”

Wang Ye, bound like a bundle of sticks, had initially panicked when Zong Jia revealed her identity in front of Ding Moyan. But now, she calmed down.

Ding Moyan’s face and tone showed no trace of anger, only brief surprise before acceptance.

Zong Jia, unsurprised by Ding Moyan’s answer, simply said, “Fine.”

“Kailina, handle the rest.” Zong Jia had no intention of staying any longer. After instructing Kailina to deal with the remaining matters, she turned and left.

As expected, Ding Moyan ended up staying at Ye Ye’s house again that night.

Ye Ye opened the villa door as usual, and the two stepped inside one after the other.

The cheerful chatter in the living room came to an abrupt halt as two pairs of sharp eyes turned toward them.

Ye’s Father froze: “Is our little Ye Ye in a relationship? Is this the ‘meet the parents’ stage?”

Ye’s Dad, nestled in his husband’s arms, swallowed a bite of cake and sat up: “Seems like it.”

“Dad! Father!” Ye Ye bit down on her milk tea straw and spoke first. “This is my classmate, Ding Moyan.”

Hearing the term “classmate,” Ye’s Father and Ye’s Dad visibly relaxed, but when they heard the name of this classmate, they tensed up again.

Ding Moyan! In their memory, she was the legal heir of the Ding family.

Let them think carefully last week, their second son seemed to have swindled a contract from her family.

How much was the contract worth again? Probably several hundred million.

Ye’s Father and Ye’s Dad couldn’t help but hiss coldly.

Was she here at the Ye family to seek revenge?

“Hello, uncles,” Ding Moyan snapped out of her thoughts, nodding slightly with a calm and polite tone as she greeted the two elders.

Ye’s Father maintained a kindly smile and nodded in response.

Beside him, Ye’s Dad couldn’t even focus on the White Soft Cake placed on his plate, his round eyes scrutinizing Ding Moyan up and down. When his gaze landed on their interlocked hands, his expression grew increasingly peculiar.

“For the upcoming practical exams, we need to practice late into the night, so Ding Moyan will be staying here for a few days,” Ye Ye had already prepared her explanation. Whether her father and dad believed it or not, there was nothing wrong with what she said.

Ding Moyan said politely, “Sorry for the trouble.”

Ye’s Dad waved his hand. “No trouble at all.”

“You two, your hands.” How did they end up holding hands? Their Ye Zi hated holding hands with others the most.

Ye’s Dad nudged Ye’s Father with his elbow, causing the latter’s remaining words to take a sudden turn: “They look lovely.”

“Lovely what?” Ye Ye looked at the two of them in confusion.

Ye’s Dad: “We were saying that Miss Ding’s hand bones look lovely. She’s a blessed Alpha.”

Ding Moyan remained silent: “…”

The atmosphere at the Ye family’s dinner table was somewhat tense today, and the servants standing nearby could clearly sense the oddness.

The Ye family’s daily meals were relatively frugal, usually consisting of four dishes and a soup far more modest than the dozens of extravagant delicacies typical of other prominent families.

Ye’s Father and Ye’s Dad exchanged sidelong glances, their white chopsticks frozen mid-air.

Ye’s Dad kicked Ye’s Father under the table: What should we say?

Ye’s Father coughed, put down his chopsticks, and straightened his slightly crooked tie: Maybe just say, “Let’s eat.”

“Dad, Father, have you two lost it? There’s food right here, but you’re just holding your chopsticks are you planning to eat air?” Ye Ye unceremoniously picked up a piece of braised pork and popped it into her mouth.

Ye’s Father scowled. “Don’t be disrespectful.”

Ye Ye: “If you’re not eating, I won’t hold back, I’ll finish this plate myself.”

“Leave some for our guest.” Ye’s Dad picked up a piece of meat and placed it in Ding Moyan’s bowl, forcing a smile. “Here, try this. This braised pork is Aunt Zhang’s specialty. Ye Ye loves it.”

Ding Moyan: “Thank you.” They’re so enthusiastic.

[The Ye family rose to prominence through military service, with most of the family following this path. The two men before the Host have participated in multiple wars and earned outstanding merits. They are forthright and hospitable, and their family upholds a simple, warm, and joyful atmosphere.]

[Originally, Ye Ye also intended to pursue a military career, but due to certain events, she had no choice but to take a different path. The original novel glossed over this, it wasn’t an important detail.]

After hesitating for a moment, Ye’s Father spoke up: “Ding Moyan.”

Hearing her name called, Ding Moyan, who was chewing on the braised pork, looked up. “Hmm?”

“Our little Ye Zi, she hasn’t done anything too outrageous at school, has she?”

Ding Moyan: “She’s very good. Very outstanding.” Could she really say anything negative about their child in their own home?

Ye Ye lifted her head proudly, wagging an imaginary tail. “See? I told you I wasn’t messing around at school. I’ve been studying really hard.”

“Yes, yes, you’ve been very diligent,” Ye’s Dad chuckled as he placed a piece of shark fin on his daughter’s plate.

Ye’s Father asked, “Xiao Ding, what are your usual hobbies?”

Ding Moyan answered honestly, “Hobbies? Well, I love eating melons.”

Ye’s Father: “?” What? What melons? Watermelons?

“Is it the kind of ‘eating melons’ I’m thinking of?” Ye’s Dad asked with an ambiguous smile, eyebrows raised.

“Mhm. My melon is about a recent variety show where Live Stream Little O publicly confessed to Second-Ranked Big Brother.”

“I’ve been following that melon too!” Ye’s Dad clapped excitedly. “You know what? I heard the streamer and Second-Ranked Big Brother are actually sworn enemies in real life.”

“The best part is that the petite, soft, moe Omega from the stream is actually a genuine Alpha in reality. Isn’t that wild?”

Ding Moyan nodded. “Yes, I heard professionals dug up their love-hate history at the Engineering Institute and even wrote fanfiction about it.”

Ye’s Dad whipped out his phone. “Where where? I haven’t seen that yet!”

“Uncle, I’ll send you the link,” Ding Moyan offered.

Meanwhile, a petrified Ye’s Father and a completely bewildered Ye Ye stared at the unfolding scene.

What on earth was going on?

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