Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 49

Listening to Ye Ye’s shameless words, the hidden fury in Wang Ye’s heart surged. Her previously closed eyelids struggled to lift, and the scorching breath from her nose sprayed onto Ding Moyan’s neck. She barely managed to focus some energy to observe Ding Moyan’s next move.

Ding Moyan wasn’t buying Ye Ye’s act. She sighed helplessly, covering her forehead, and after waiting a few seconds, walked to the large tree behind her, moving the ladder to the window.

“Now you can climb down.”

This move genuinely caught Ye Ye off guard. Her mouth slightly agape, her hands awkwardly outstretched.

How could there be an Alpha as dense as Ding Moyan in this world? Was she not pretty enough? Was her embrace not soft? Or was her family background not strong enough? Letting Ding Moyan carry her was purely giving her face, yet she.

Her expression was full of disdain.

The afternoon sun was scorching and blinding. Ding Moyan had to shield her eyes with the back of her hand before she could clearly see the petite figure at the window.

Impatiently, Ding Moyan said, “Hurry up and come down. The patrols are almost here.”

Ye Ye shot Ding Moyan an angry glare, her pearly white teeth biting her lower lip as she huffed and stayed put by the window.

“If you get caught by the Zou family’s bodyguards, the one who’ll suffer in the end is you.”

“According to interstellar law, trespassing into someone else’s property warrants detention. Do you really want your dad to bail you out from the station?”

The mention of her father made Ye Ye wince. If her dad had to come to the station to get her, she’d definitely face the family discipline when she got home.

Despite her fear, Ye Ye stubbornly retorted, “You brought me here.”

“You came willingly.”

Ye Ye: “I, I didn’t.”

“You have two legs. If you didn’t come willingly, could I have dragged you here?”

Ding Moyan urged, “Hurry up. They’re really coming.”

Reluctantly, Ye Ye gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the window ledge with one foot.

The ladder was an outdated iron one, left outside for years, covered in rust. Every step produced a creaking sound, as if it could snap at any moment.

Going up was easy; coming down was hard.

But time was tight. Ye Ye skipped two rungs at a time, but on the third-to-last step, her foot slipped, missing the rung entirely.

Crack. The sound of a bone popping echoed in her ears. Damn it, Ye Ye had sprained her ankle.

The sudden pain shot through her entire nervous system. Ye Ye’s face paled, and beads of cold sweat rolled down.

“This is all your fault.”

The sound of chaotic footsteps grew closer. Ding Moyan glanced at the sudden mishap, her lips pressing together. “Can you still walk?”

She asked, but Ding Moyan knew the risks of walking on a sprained ankle. Mild tissue damage would cause pain and localized swelling, let alone severe cases.

Two injured people who couldn’t walk, what a mess. She couldn’t carry both of them alone.

Ye Ye pulled out a device and scanned her leg. Her eyes skimmed the results, showing no emotion beyond the pain-induced frown. “It’s not serious. I should be able to walk.”

She had to say that otherwise, she’d be waiting here to get caught.

Ding Moyan looked around, searching for something Ye Ye could use for support, and soon spotted a wooden broom.

She brought it over to Ye Ye. “Then let’s go.”

Ye Ye leaned on the broom, which had been left by the tree for so long that her hand was covered in dust. “This thing’s been obsolete for a hundred years. Who still uses this piece of junk?”

Ding Moyan deliberately slowed her pace, waiting for Ye Ye to keep up.

The three of them circled around from the back to avoid the patrolling bodyguards and arrived at the main gate.

The elderly gatekeeper, seeing the familiar-looking youth approaching, thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, pointing out the oddity: “Huh! Kid, how did your hair grow so long? And your foot.”

Ding Moyan’s throat tightened. She leaned closer to Ye Ye, signaling with her eyes: Where’s your wig?

Oh right, the wig?

Ye Ye touched her tied-up long hair, thought for a moment, and muttered: “Did it fall off at Wang Ye’s house because it wasn’t secured properly?”

How could she not have noticed her wig falling off? Could it be because she was too excited and nervous during her first time sneaking into someone else’s house?

Embarrassed, Ye Ye curled her fingers and began improvising.

“I took a hair-growth serum,” Ye Ye said, stretching out her injured foot. “This happened when I tripped on my way out.”

As she spoke the second half, she made sure to squeeze out a tear at the corner of her eye.

“You shouldn’t use hair-growth serums too often, it’s bad for your scalp,” the old man said, feeling fond of such a well-behaved child. Seeing her tearful expression, he added worriedly, “Go to the hospital and get that checked.”

“Thank you for your concern, Grandpa.”

When the old man’s gaze shifted to Ding Moyan especially the person she was carrying he was startled. “What’s wrong with Wang Ye?”

Currently, Ding Moyan’s persona in the old man’s eyes was that of a mute boy, so Ye Ye answered for her: “His fever hasn’t gone down. We need to take him to the hospital.”

“What? That serious?”

“Goodbye, Grandpa,” Wang Ye, slumped over Ding Moyan’s shoulder, turned his face weakly, his lips moving feebly to confirm Ye Ye’s words.

“Do you have a car? If not, I’ll call a taxi for you.”

The old man noticed Wang Ye’s flushed skin and the cold sweat on his forehead even from this distance, he could feel the heat radiating off him.

“We have a car, Grandpa. We’ll be going now.”

“Alright, alright, go ahead. Don’t walk too fast with that injured foot.”

Ye Ye: “Got it, Grandpa.”

Ding Moyan and Ye Ye hadn’t gone far when the voice of a buzz-cut man rang out behind them.

The buzz-cut man paced restlessly, his expression grim as he walked toward the gate likely because he’d lost his target.

“Old man, have you seen these women?”

Ding Bai instinctively turned his head but was stopped by Ding Moyan.

“Don’t look back,” Ding Moyan said in a low voice.

The buzz-cut man pulled out several photos each featuring Ding Moyan, Ye Ye, Yu Sisi, Ding Bai, and even Zong Jia. These were the people the young mistress had specifically warned him about.

Fortunately, Ye Ye had been cautious and disguised herself as a boy beforehand.

The old man leaned in and studied the photos carefully, mentally filtering through the people who had come and gone that day. Finally, he shook his head. “Haven’t seen any of these girls today.”

Buzz-cut man narrowed his eyes. “You sure?”

“Positive.”

This residential area, as Ye Ye had heard from Yu Sisi before, was remote with little foot traffic. Built years ago, the security cameras were practically useless.

Plus, with her male disguise, Ye Ye was confident they had no way of tracing her.

The car door opened, and the driver, who had been waiting anxiously, turned around in relief. “Miss, you’re finally back.”

“Take us straight to X Private Central Hospital,” Ye Ye ordered as she shut the door. She had already contacted a senior doctor there, the hospital was under her family’s control, and the staff were all trusted insiders. It was the safest place for them now.

“Alright.” The driver faintly noticed that the young lady’s face was deathly pale. It wasn’t his place to pry into her private affairs, so he smoothly reversed the car and sped toward X Private Central Hospital.

The hover car’s interior was spacious, with enough room in the back for three people without feeling cramped. Ye Ye gingerly touched the sprained area, then quickly withdrew her hand, gritting her teeth in pain. The light beneath the hover car seat illuminated her swollen, bruised ankle, now a deep shade of purple from the congestion.

Ye Ye hissed through her teeth and pouted.

She was a little worried, what if her foot was permanently damaged?

At the emergency room of X Private Central Hospital,

Ding Moyan stood outside the emergency room door, her gaze fixed on the cold floor. Her body was stiff, and her fingers trembled slightly at her sides.

When they had brought Wang Ye in, she was already unconscious.

The doctor arranged by Ye Ye first checked Wang Ye’s eyelids. A machine detected traces of a substance similar to the components of A-329 in the needle marks on her arm, and she was immediately rushed into emergency treatment.

However, based on the doctor’s assessment of the dangers of the A-329 potion and the time of injection, Wang Ye’s condition wasn’t looking good.

This verdict felt like a bucket of ice water poured over her head.

Across from her, Ye Ye was having her sprained ankle treated by another doctor.

Ye Ye’s expression was grave at the doctor’s diagnosis. If Wang Ye had indeed been injected with A-329, a potion that was supposed to be fatal upon injection, then it must have been administered very recently likely by Zou Ye.

But the substance Wang Ye had injected into Zou Ye’s neck had been taken from Zou Ye’s pocket, meaning Zou Ye must have also been exposed to it.

No wonder Wang Ye’s expression before leaving had unsettled her that eerie, half-smile was downright creepy.

Time passed agonizingly slowly. The ticking of her watch was a constant reminder, and Ding Moyan grew increasingly restless, her eyes darting toward the emergency room door.

A sense of dread crept over her. The sterile hospital smell filled her with a foreboding premonition.

Ding Moyan’s eyes widened, the whites now streaked with red veins. She pinched the flesh of her thigh to maintain a semblance of calm. She didn’t understand why she felt so panicked, so anxious, what did these inexplicable emotions even mean?

Even if Wang Ye was just an insignificant NPC in the original story, she didn’t want her to die like this.

Before long, the light above the emergency room door flickered, and the door swung open.

Ding Moyan jerked her head up, the sudden movement making her dizzy.

She shook her head, steadied herself after a few seconds, then strode forward and gripped the doctor’s wrist tightly. “How is she?”

The doctor winced at the pressure. “Ms. Wang’s condition has stabilized for now.”

Ye Ye, leaning on a nurse for support, hobbled over. “That’s good.”

“But…”

Ding Moyan’s relief was short-lived. “But what?”

The doctor hesitated, his lips twisting into a grimace. “The potion Ms. Wang was injected with contained destructive components similar to A-329. However, based on her heart rate and blood flow, it isn’t A-329. It appears to be a new type of potion we haven’t encountered before.”

“We can’t neutralize it. For now, we can only sustain her life using capsule treatment fluid.”

“In other words, until we find a way to counteract the potion, Ms. Wang will have to remain inside the capsule repair fluid.”

[Capsule Repair Fluid: A two-meter-long capsule-shaped machine filled with green repair fluid. This machine can only slow the deterioration of life. In layman’s terms, it’s a place for those beyond saving to struggle against death. (Note: While it can halt the progression of illness, users experience excruciating pain. Pain level equivalent to tendon severing and bone scraping.)]

[Capsule repair fluid lasts only one year. Interstellar regulations stipulate that each citizen may use the Capsule only once in their lifetime. Those who resort to it are essentially declared dead.]

The panel in front emitted a system voice.

Ding Moyan gasped heavily. Seeing the words “declared dead,” her vision darkened as if all strength had been drained from her body. She staggered back several steps before sliding down the wall onto a chair.

Supporting her forehead with both hands, Ding Moyan whispered weakly, “I need to see her one last time.”

The school gate stood before her, its walls built from red-and-white striped stone blocks adorned with a golden plaque reading “Jing’an No. 3 High School.”

Ding Moyan stood dumbfounded outside, tilting her head upward.

Students came and went, their faces blurred by mosaic effects, making them unrecognizable as they passed straight through her body. Ding Moyan looked down, touching where they’d traversed her form remained intact.

It was as if she were an unnoticed ghost.

What was happening? How had she returned to her alma mater in the real world?

Hadn’t she been visiting Wang Ye in the Capsule chamber just moments ago.

Ding Moyan hung her head in confusion, murmuring to herself.

“Little Pudding, you’re back at school.”

At the voice, Ding Moyan turned to see a mosaic-blurred chubby boy patting the shoulder of a ponytailed girl.

“Little Pudding” had been her childhood nickname.

Looking closer, Ding Moyan recognized the girl as a miniature version of herself. The classroom plate read “Class 3, Grade 6”, Ding Moyan.

“How are you feeling? Better now?”

“Much better, thanks Fatty,” her younger self replied cheerfully, adjusting her backpack straps with small hands.

Ah, yes!

This was the day she’d returned to school after recovering from surgery.

Ding Moyan studied her child self soft pale cheeks, oversized eyes, unbearably pinchable. A closer look revealed a missing tooth that made her speech slightly lisping.

“Come on! First period is the Demon King’s class. We can’t be late.”

Little Pudding nodded obediently. “Mm-hmm.”

Following her younger self into the classroom,

the familiar bell rang as a tall teacher entered, setting down textbooks before writing a word problem on the blackboard.

“Half the class got this homework problem wrong yesterday. I’ll explain it again pay attention, no fooling around.”

Standing behind her studious younger self, Ding Moyan smiled wistfully at the diligent little back.

When the bell dismissed first period, she trailed after Little Pudding.

Where was she going?

Ding Moyan halted at the sight of white signage.

Ah, the restroom.

“You little bitch! How dare you scheme behind my back.”

“Slap her.”

Curses, slapping sounds, and choked sobs echoed from the stalls.

School bullying.

Curiosity drew both Ding Moyan and Little Pudding toward the commotion.

As the restroom door swung open, the lead bully paused mid-swing to glare at the interruption.

“Well well! Look what the cat dragged in. This your backup?” The bully yanked her victim’s hair.

A group of rebellious girls with dyed yellow and green hair eyed the tiny student mockingly and sneered, “So short. How old are you?”

“Kid, get the hell out now, or we’ll beat you up too if you keep staring.”

“Let her go.”

The childish voice echoed in the cramped bathroom, met with a burst of derisive laughter.

Oh wow.

Ding Moyan clicked her tongue, amused by her own cringeworthy childhood antics.

The yellow-haired ringleader planted a hand on her hip and jabbed the little girl’s class badge with her long-nailed finger. “A sixth-grader with such a big mouth? Watch me throw you into the toilet pit.”

Another girl her younger self suddenly scowled and punched the ringleader square in the nose.

The force was strong enough to draw blood.

Despite her cute, baby-faced appearance back then, she fought ruthlessly, always aiming for the most painful spots.

“Shit! You little brat actually hit our boss!”

“Waaah!”

Before the other girls could react, the tiny girl burst into loud, dramatic sobs, tears streaming down her face like a broken faucet.

The unexpected move stunned them. In those few seconds of confusion, the little girl grabbed the bathroom trash can and hurled it at them. While they were still blinded and disoriented, she yanked the bullied girl up and bolted.

Ding Moyan giggled. Was she really that bold as a kid? She didn’t even remember this incident. Stroking her chin, she teased herself apparently, she’d mastered the art of heroic rescues even back then.

The two sprinted toward the crowded first- and second-grade area, where teachers were supervising. The gang could only watch helplessly as they escaped, shouting empty threats.

Ding Moyan followed closely behind.

Once the little girl confirmed they’d lost the bullies, she finally let go of the other girl’s hand.

“You’re safe now.”

“Hey! What’s your name?”

The girl slowly lifted her head, her gaze shifting from pristine white canvas shoes to the little girl’s face.

A cute kid, her eyes then dropped to the class badge, three grades below her.

Unlike the blurred-out faces of the others, this girl’s features were clear when she looked up.

Her skin was sallow, her hair frizzy, and thick black-framed glasses obscured half her face. She was painfully ordinary.

“Zong Jia! Hi, I’m Ding Moyan. If they bully you again, come find me. I’ll beat them up for you.”

Zong Jia? The President?

Ding Moyan narrowed her eyes and leaned in for a closer look.

No, no. Her appearance was unmistakably.

Her jaw tensed, long lashes casting faint shadows under her eyes as Ding Moyan’s lips parted to whisper two syllables.

Wang Ye.

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