Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 48

Wang Ye’s scalp tingled violently, her heart skipping a beat.

“Of course, you won’t get that chance,” Zou Ye teased, playing with Wang Ye’s frizzy, yellowish hair. They used the same brand of shampoo and conditioner could gender really make such a difference?

Wang Ye ignored her, turning her back.

Zou Ye chuckled and flipped Wang Ye over again.

As Wang Ye turned away once more, a glint of silver, a needle flashed at the corner of her eye. Her nerves spiked, and she scrambled backward in a sudden panic.

“What are you doing?”

Zou Ye straddled Wang Ye, pinning her flailing wrists, and injected the syringe into her arm. “Relax, it’s just a sedative to keep you in line for a while.”

After administering half the dose, Zou Ye released her and stood up.

“Bitch.” Wang Ye tumbled off the bed in a frenzy, sweat beading on her forehead as she spat curses under her breath.

“You called me a bitch.” Zou Ye yanked Wang Ye up by the collar.

Wang Ye’s feet dangled helplessly, the fabric choking her. “Let go!”

“This is A-309, a derivative of A-329. The worst part about this Potion is how it slowly breaks down your body bones, blood, veins everything. Just half a dose, and you’ll be begging for death.”

“Eventually, you’ll become a useless wreck unable to speak, see, or move.”

“Then you’ll finally behave.”

The demonic words coiled around Wang Ye’s ears. Her pupils dilated in terror, her body stiffening with dread.

The Potion took effect swiftly. Within seconds, her entire body burned with pain, as if worms were burrowing in and out of her bones. The agony and itchiness were unbearable. Wang Ye thrashed her head, desperate to shake off the haze, but it was futile.

Watching her suffer, Zou Ye smirked in satisfaction. She released Wang Ye’s collar, letting her collapse to the floor. The bone-shattering pain forced tears from Wang Ye’s eyes though only a few.

“One last thing, don’t run. If the Alpha guards patrolling downstairs catch you, they won’t go easy on you.” Zou Ye tossed the threat over her shoulder before leaving.

Humming cheerfully, she turned the doorknob.

But as the door swung open, two unexpected figures stood before her. Zou Ye’s eyes widened, her mouth opening to shout for help when Wang Ye, in a flash, snatched a syringe from Zou Ye’s pocket and plunged it into her neck.

The movement was swift, ruthless. Zou Ye had no time to react.

The white liquid flooded her veins, taking immediate effect.

This was A-309, the very Potion Zou Ye had just used on her. If half a dose had left Wang Ye writhing in agony, a full dose sent Zou Ye crashing to the ground, unconscious before she even hit the floor.

Zou Ye was done for.

The consequences of the Potion would ruin her.

Wang Ye staggered back, her long lashes fluttering as excitement flickered in her eyes.

“Wang Ye.”

Ding Moyan’s voice cut through the air. Wang Ye’s ears burned. She dropped the syringe in a daze, her expression blank.

Ding Moyan grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.”

Her tone was firm, striking deep into Wang Ye’s heart. Her gaze was tender yet resolute, like a deity pulling her from the filth of this wretched place.

” I feel a bit dizzy,” Wang Ye leaned against the wall, having just used the last of her strength to lunge at Zou Ye and jab her neck.

“I’ll carry you,” Ding Moyan scooped her up in a princess carry.

The person in her arms looked slightly plump, but when Ding Moyan actually held her, she didn’t feel heavy at all, it hardly took any effort.

Wang Ye lay weakly against Ding Moyan’s chest, half her face pressed into something soft, making her ears flush pink.

The intense pain and discomfort from the injection seemed to fade with her mood, no longer as sharp as before. Wang Ye even felt a flicker of gratitude for being injected her weakened state had its perks.

She really had to thank Zou Ye. Thank her so much!

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curled at the corners of Wang Ye’s lips. She shifted slightly, pressing her entire face against Ding Moyan’s shoulder, breathing in her scent. The weight in her chest lifted, replaced by a deep sense of security.

“Thank you,” Wang Ye whispered, gripping Ding Moyan’s collar so softly only she could hear.

Ding Moyan hummed in acknowledgment, quickening her pace. “It’s alright now.”

She smiled calmly, brushing her thumb over the tear stains at the corner of Wang Ye’s eyes, pressing just hard enough to leave a faint red mark.

Wang Ye nestled closer, her small face pale, clearly shaken.

Ye Ye’s expression visibly darkened.

A Beta with less nerve than an Omega? How pathetic. And yet, she could put on such a convincing act, where had all that ferocity gone when she’d gone after Zou Ye?

Watching this unnecessary, clingy, troublesome Omega who kept latching onto Ding Moyan, Wang Ye deliberately leaned in closer, feigning fear as if to provoke.

And Ding Moyan, of course, fell for it, soothingly stroking Wang Ye’s tense back, trying to ease her nerves.

Their closeness was downright infuriating. Ye Ye let out an irritated “hmph,” itching to yank Wang Ye out of Ding Moyan’s arms. But given the circumstances, acting impulsively wasn’t an option.

“Old Tang, shift change is coming up.”

Buzzcut grunted in acknowledgment.

“Ugh, so boring. So many of us just to watch one Beta? Such a waste. Honestly, the young mistress is overthinking this.”

“Shut it. You got a death wish?” Buzzcut crushed his cigarette underfoot, shooting a sharp glare.

“Alright, alright, my bad,” the other man raised his hands in surrender, tone apologetic. “Won’t say another word. I’ll take a squad to patrol the perimeter first make the handover smoother.”

Buzzcut waved him off. “Go on.”

The micro surveillance drones they’d deployed earlier proved useful. Through her phone’s linked feed, Ye Ye caught the guards’ patrol conversation.

“Let’s move. They’ll pass by our window in a few minutes,” Ye Ye said.

“Got it.”

The three of them slipped past the servants in the house and quickly made their way to the second-floor window they’d entered through.

Ding Moyan kept watch while Ye Ye climbed out first.

Ye Ye gripped the window ledge, one leg already out, but her right foot flailed uselessly, no ladder beneath her. Frowning, she glanced down. Empty air. Her vision swam, and she hastily yanked her leg back in.

“What the hell?!”

“Who moved the ladder to that tree across the way?”

Ding Moyan didn’t hesitate. “Jump.”

“Huh?!”

“Second floor won’t kill you.” She stepped onto the windowsill, holding Wang Ye tight, and leaped. The landing was rough but manageable, cushioned by the grass below.

“You’re insane! I’m not like you, you’re an Alpha, built like a tank,” Ye Ye accused, pointing at Ding Moyan, who had landed safely. Afraid of alerting the patrolling bodyguards, she kept her voice low.

“I tested it. The grass is soft. Jumping down won’t hurt you.”

Ye Ye turned her head away. “No, I’m scared.”

“You jumped from a Mecha yesterday from about the same height.”

“That was different. I’m just scared of this.”

Her long hair felt hot against her back, so she pulled a hair tie from her pocket and tied it up haphazardly, her tone downright petulant. “Come back up and carry me down, or I’m not moving.”

Ding Moyan: “…”

Seeing her silence, Ye Ye added, “If you dare leave me here, you’re dead.”

“I hate being threatened the most,” Ding Moyan said calmly, looking up at the figure in the window.

“But I love threatening you the most.”

Ye Ye’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she blinked. She had a habit of dancing all over people’s boundaries and she had the privilege to get away with it.

She stretched out her arms, waiting for Ding Moyan to carry her down.

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