Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 46

“Zou Ye and Wang Ye are sisters from the same mother, who was one of the lovers of the Zou family head. The old patriarch of the Zou family valued reputation, so even if his lovers bore children, they could never enter the household. It wasn’t until Zou Ye differentiated into a high-ranking Alpha at around five or six years old that things changed.”

“This differentiation shocked many in the Zou family at the time. As a result, the old patriarch decided to claim Zou Ye, adopting her under the current matriarch’s care, while Wang Ye, who had yet to differentiate, continued to live with her mother.”

Not many knew these details. It was only through Yu Sisi’s family connections that some of this information was uncovered.

Ye Ye unwrapped a lollipop and popped it into her mouth, raising her eyes as she continued, “During childhood and middle school, Wang Ye’s grades and Mecha piloting skills were superior to Zou Ye’s. Even in the national B+4 wilderness survival challenge, a technically demanding event on a barren planet Wang Ye managed to secure second place. Of course, the champion of that competition was the President.”

“Just one step away from snatching victory from the President think about how impressive that is.” As she said this, Ye Ye cast a teasing glance at Ding Moyan.

Ding Moyan’s breath hitched, her mind involuntarily conjuring bizarre images. The idea of Wang Ye being just one step away from defeating the President was that something Wang Ye could actually do? It felt a little off.

Wang Ye had always been a low-profile presence in class, not just because of her looks or gender, but because there was nothing particularly memorable about her. Ye Ye mused that if it hadn’t been for Ding Moyan, she wouldn’t have even noticed this unremarkable Beta.

“She’s more capable than Zou Ye, but unfortunately,” Ye Ye yawned lazily before continuing, “the Zou family has an unwritten rule: they don’t allow the existence of the Beta gender.”

“That’s why Wang Ye carries the surname Wang, not Zou. The family won’t permit it.”

Ding Moyan frowned. “Gender discrimination?”

“You could say that. The Beta gender is largely seen as mediocre and ordinary, it’s practically a societal consensus.” Ye Ye licked the candy residue from her lips. “Or, to put it another way, it’s like having a royal throne to inherit.”

“Ah, looking at it this way, Wang Ye is actually quite the tragic figure. How pitiful.” Despite her words, Ye Ye’s tone carried an unmistakable hint of mockery.

The pendulum of the grandfather clock swung rhythmically, its ticking filling the room. At the dining table, the two faced each other, tension thick in the air, each waiting for the other to back down.

“Wang Ye! Don’t forget, I’m the primary heir of the Zou family.” Zou Ye’s voice was icy, using her status to assert dominance.

A flicker of derision passed through Wang Ye’s eyes as she countered calmly, “A hollow title with no real authority.”

“Besides, if I wanted it, gender wouldn’t be an issue for Father. Even as a Beta, if I undergo chip modification, I can still take your place.” Wang Ye’s voice turned cold, though her expression remained indifferent, as if she were merely stating a simple fact. Yet her words were enough to unsettle Zou Ye.

The spoon in Zou Ye’s hand clattered onto the table with a sharp, porcelain sound. She looked up, her gaze locking onto the Beta standing across from her, her eyes filled with venom.

“Wang Ye, are you determined to oppose me?”

“You talk too much nonsense.” Wang Ye bared her two clean white tiger teeth, looking somewhat cute, but to Zou Ye, it was utterly detestable.

After all this time, she still despised this Beta sister. She loathed her affectation and diligence, how could a lazy, good-for-nothing Beta possess such overwhelming talent? Since childhood, no matter what they did, Wang Ye had always managed to outshine her.

Zou Ye’s breathing grew rapid, her fists clenched. For a moment, it felt as if she had returned to her childhood, back when she was constantly overshadowed by her.

“Don’t mess with my person, or you know the consequences.”

“Your person? Ding Moyan?” Zou Ye sneered mockingly. “Does she even care about you?”

“I’ve heard the President and Ye Ye both have their eyes on Ding Moyan. And Moyan keeps things ambiguous with those Omegas. Who would’ve thought a Scumbag Alpha like her could charm a Beta’s heart?”

Wang Ye’s expression stiffened slightly, her body pausing for a brief moment before she quickly regained composure, frowning. “Shut up.”

Every subtle change on her face was caught clearly by Zou Ye’s sharp eyes.

Zou Ye snorted through her nose, as if she had found Wang Ye’s sore spot. Relaxing into her chair, she rubbed salt in the wound: “I’m just stating facts. Have you checked the Engineering Institute’s official page? It’s flooded with well-wishes for Ding Moyan and the President to last forever. Here’s some advice with the President in the picture, you don’t stand a chance.”

“Mind your own business,” Wang Ye retorted coldly before turning and heading upstairs to her small room.

At that moment, Mother Wang slowly emerged from the kitchen. Facing the daughter who hadn’t grown up under her care, her emotions tangled between excitement and unease, making her stiff with nervousness.

“Zou Zou!” Mother Wang called out as Zou Ye made to leave.

Zou Ye felt no attachment to her birth mother. Standing straight, hands in her pockets, her tone was cold and indifferent. “Hmm?”

“Zou Zou, have some food. You’re so thin, it’s not good for your health.” Flustered by her response, Mother Wang stumbled over her words.

Zou Ye glanced at her.

Mother Wang tensed, watching her eldest daughter with cautious apprehension.

The food on the table had gone cold, some dishes congealed with yellow grease floating on top, utterly unappetizing and nauseating.

Zou Ye averted her disgusted gaze, dusting off her sleeves as she said flatly, “I have things to do. No need.”

Hearing the rejection, disappointment flickered in Mother Wang’s eyes.

Zou Ye paid no mind to the woman’s feelings, eager only to leave this wretched little place.

But after a few steps, she paused, as if struck by an amusing thought.

“Oh, right.” Zou Ye turned, her eyes locking onto the slightly plump woman. “There’s something I need you to do, Madam Wang.”

“W-what is it?” Mother Wang clutched a pink handkerchief in her palm, nervously twisting it.

Zou Ye stepped closer. The nearer her beautiful face came, the faster Mother Wang’s heart pounded. She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth.

Zou Ye leaned in, whispering a few words into her ear.

Mother Wang’s eyes widened in shock, her throat too tight to utter a sound.

The sweet smile on the young girl’s face now seemed terrifying and grotesque, like a vicious beast ready to tear her apart and devour her whole.

Wang’s mother clutched her chest, unable to suppress her doubt was this truly her daughter?

Wang Ye quickly reviewed the tactical operations for the upcoming mission. Dual-piloted mecha performance didn’t just depend on the mecha itself or the pheromone levels of the pilots and their opponents, it also relied heavily on tactical coordination.

Perfect teamwork could potentially overcome the disadvantage of facing opponents with higher pheromone levels.

Knock, knock, knock. The door sounded, and Wang’s mother pushed it open, holding a cup of warm milk in one hand.

“Drinking milk at night is good for your health,” she said, handing the cup to Wang Ye.

“Ah, okay.” Wang Ye obediently drank it all.

Her mother stared at the empty cup, her expression unreadable as she recalled Zou Ye’s earlier words. She reached out and gently stroked Wang Ye’s hair, hesitating before speaking. “Can Mom discuss something with you?”

“W-what is it?” Wang Ye’s stutter returned.

“Tomorrow is your match, right?”

Wang Ye: “Yes.”

“Can you not go?” The next sentence sent Wang Ye plummeting into despair.

Her mother’s palm was warm, but her words were icy, piercing straight to the bone. A chill ran down Wang Ye’s spine, her teeth chattering as her hands curled into fists involuntarily.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gasped for breath, forcing out each word. “Is it Zou Ye? Did Zou Ye tell you to say this?”

She couldn’t think of anyone else who would make her mother say such a thing.

Wang’s mother remained silent, an implicit confirmation.

“You’ve always listened to Mom. Can you just not go? We don’t need to compete for the A+ class spot. Let’s just live an ordinary life.” Her mother’s eyes were desperate as she gripped Wang Ye’s shoulders.

Wang Ye lowered her head, lips trembling before she finally refused. “No.”

“Why? Why must you fight Zou Zou for that spot?”

“Zou Ye was already eliminated in the first round.” Wang Ye pulled away from her mother’s grip, rubbing her temple acupoint with her thumb, trying to ease the sudden headache.

She was too angry to maintain her usual hesitant, timid demeanor. Fortunately, her mother was too preoccupied with Zou Ye to notice anything amiss.

Instead, she gasped in shock. “What?!”

Wang Ye lifted her head with a cold smile. “She didn’t tell you? She lost in the first round. The practical segment carries the most weight, it’s the biggest gap-maker. Even without me, she wouldn’t have made it into the A+ class.”

Zou Ye had asked Wang Ye to withdraw from the competition, to stay away from the practical matches these next few days. But Wang’s mother had immediately assumed it was about the A+ class spot she’d heard how graduates from Rose Workshop’s A+ class had dazzling futures. She thought Wang Ye was standing in Zou Ye’s way.

But if Zou Ye had already lost in the first round, then Wang Ye couldn’t possibly be blocking her.

So why was Zou Ye doing this? Just to keep her little sister out of the A+ class?

Wang’s mother didn’t have time to dwell on it. Zou Ye was the heir to the Zou family she couldn’t let her own mistakes jeopardize Zou Ye’s future. Whatever Zou Ye asked, she would carry out.

“Don’t go.” Her tone brooked no argument.

Wang Ye stared at the woman who had always called herself her mother, who would sacrifice her other daughter’s feelings for Zou Ye without hesitation. A suffocating ache settled in her chest.

She sat on the edge of the bed, weakly tugging at the corner of her lips before lowering her head, no longer wanting to engage. “Mother! I’m a little tired.”

Outside the Rose Workshop’s practical competition grounds.

“Ding Moyan, it’s already one o’clock, are you still waiting for her?” Ye Ye held the unsigned registration form, glancing at the figure still lingering outside the venue before speaking up.

“Yeah.”

It had been over four hours since the time she was supposed to meet Wang Ye, and an uneasy premonition stirred in Ding Moyan’s chest. Suppressing her restlessness, she asked the system: Where is Wang Ye right now? Do you have her coordinates?

[Wang Ye is at her home. The exact situation is unclear, but there’s no immediate danger to her life. Here’s the address.]

[Host, are you going to look for her?]

Ding Moyan tucked the registration form back into her bag: Yeah.

Seeing Ding Moyan stride away, Ye Ye grabbed her arm, confused. “Where are you going?”

“You’re not seriously planning to go to Wang Ye’s place, are you?”

When Ding Moyan didn’t deny it, Ye Ye smirked, crunching the candy between her teeth. “Even if you go, you’ll just be stopped at the door. If Wang Ye didn’t show up, it definitely has something to do with Zou Ye. You know how much the Zou family dotes on their heir, whatever she wants, no one can interfere. Including you.”

“Let go.”

Ye Ye’s grip tightened, her eyes narrowing as she lowered her voice in warning. “Do you even realize you’re walking right into a trap? Zou Ye probably has people stationed all around.”

Ding Moyan wasn’t oblivious to that possibility. Though the system claimed Wang Ye was fine, she wouldn’t rest until she saw the situation for herself.

“Do you really have to team up with her? Can’t you just pick me instead?” Ye Ye’s lips curved downward.

Ding Moyan shook her head. “No way.”

Seeing her stubbornness, Ye Ye’s expression darkened. She tilted her head and sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll be merciful and go with you.”

Ding Moyan studied the girl before her, finding her recent behavior odd. This wasn’t the same rival from the original plot.

Noticing Ding Moyan’s suspicious gaze, the system quickly ran a check and reassured her:

[Host, don’t worry. Scans confirm there’s no sign of soul transmigration in Ye Ye.]

[It’s likely just a ripple effect from your possession of the original body. No big deal, Ye Ye isn’t the protagonist or the antagonist. Right now, she seems pretty interested in you, and she’s not the type to harm you.]

Ding Moyan: You’re way too trusting.

She eyed the seemingly delicate Omega in front of her, knowing full well how devious she could be.

With the female lead holding the fort on the other side, things wouldn’t be easy. Having Ye Ye’s help might make retrieving Wang Ye a little smoother.

Seeing no objection, Ye Ye hooked her arm and shoved her into her hover car. “But before we go, you’ll need a disguise. Can’t have them recognizing us.”

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting warm rays over the slender figure curled up on the bed. Wang Ye stirred awake, peeling her heavy eyelids open with effort, her head throbbing dully. She just wanted to go back to sleep.

Sitting up, she blinked drowsily, stretching with a yawn.

“What time is it, my head hurts” she mumbled.

Then, her pupils dilated as realization struck. Something was wrong. She rushed to the door, twisting the handle locked.

Wang Ye returned to the bed, rummaging around. Her phone was missing she distinctly remembered leaving it by her pillow before sleeping.

Luckily, her wristwatch was still there. She glanced down.

The time read 1:32 p.m.

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