Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 50

The events of the past few days had been somewhat beyond her expectations. Ye Ye sat on the recliner, intending to take a short nap, when her phone suddenly rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, she saw it was Ding Bai.

Ye Ye pressed the answer button, and the furious roar from the other end made her ears ring. She instinctively held the phone farther away.

“Ye Ye, are you out of your damn mind?”

“Running off to hang out with Ding Moyan?”

“Ahaha, I was just bored, that’s all. You know how I am,” Ye Ye said, digging her pinky into her ear and chuckling dismissively. “I just like a little excitement.”

Ding Bai’s face was icy as he let out two cold “hehs.”

Yu Sisi, standing beside him, noticed his displeasure and asked, “What did Ye Ye say this time?”

“She told me she likes playing with danger.”

“Oh dear!”

Yu Sisi, fearing Ye Ye’s next words might push Ding Bai over the edge, intervened, “Give me the phone. Let me talk to her.”

Ding Bai handed the phone over.

Yu Sisi took it and spoke sternly, “Ye Ye, do you really have no fear of death? Do you realize the mess you’ve gotten yourself into this time?”

Ye Ye propped up her cast-covered leg and grinned. “I’m perfectly fine, see? No harm done.”

“You might be fine, but Zou Ye is dead.”

Ye Ye’s expression froze for a split second before quickly smoothing over. Her tone turned serious as she pressed the phone closer to her ear. “Zou Ye is dead? When? What was the cause?”

“Not long after you left, Father Zou found Zou Ye dead in Wang Ye’s house. The cause was an injection, the same kind Wang Ye took.”

Ye Ye said, “The injection Zou Ye took was her own.”

“What? Her own?”

Ye Ye scratched her head and summarized the situation: “Basically, Zou Ye injected Wang Ye with it first. Then Wang Ye, while Zou Ye wasn’t looking, swiped a similar syringe from Zou Ye’s pocket and injected her back. Though Wang Ye probably got a smaller dose than Zou Ye did.”

“That, that’s just absurdly dramatic.”

“Want to hear something even more ridiculous?” Ye Ye smirked. “The Zou family has been secretly hoarding a large batch of A-329, and they’re planning to transport it out soon.”

Silence lingered on the other end.

Ding Bai snatched the phone back and demanded, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely certain. I even suspect they might have produced this batch of A-329 themselves through private experiments.” Ye Ye narrowed her eyes. “I recorded the conversation between Father Zou and Zou Ye. I’ll send you a copy later.”

“Good. I’ll report this to the President right away.”

Ye Ye sat on the recliner, head lowered, her feet dangling just above the floor. Then, a pair of black leather shoes entered her line of sight. Frowning, she looked up and her pupils sharpened as she recognized the figure before her.

The “okay” on the tip of her tongue died, her tone stiffening as she corrected herself, “No need. The President is already here.”

Ye Ye pressed the end-call button, her left hand hidden in her sleeve trembling slightly as she took a long, deep breath.

Warm sunlight streamed through the window, scattering across the white bedsheets, where a figure lay buried in the soft cotton blanket, a pale, delicate arm faintly visible.

Inside the room, a vibrantly feathered parrot flitted about from the doorway to the windowsill, then over to the sofa across the way.

The rustling sound of fluttering wings grew louder, disturbing the girl lying on the bed as she groggily lifted her eyelids.

Ding Moyan pressed a hand against her throbbing head, mumbling incoherently as she propped herself up on her elbow.

Her eyes darted around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings before exhaustion overwhelmed her again. Her eyelids drooped shut as she murmured hazily, “Where is this?”

“X Private Central Hospital ward.”

Hmm?

Turning toward the voice, her gaze landed on someone arranging flowers. Her mind suddenly cleared, and Ding Moyan’s body stiffened instantly, her thigh muscles visibly tensing as she froze in utter bewilderment.

The President was sitting right beside her bed.

At that moment, Zong Jia’s attention was fixed on the orchid she was carefully arranging, as though handling a delicate work of art. Only after placing the final trimmed stem into the plain white vase on the bedside table did she turn her gaze to Ding Moyan.

The orchid exuded an elegant, subtle fragrance, its outermost petals a very pale lavender that deepened toward the center. Paired with the pristine white vase, the overall effect was ethereal and refined.

Ding Moyan averted her eyes from the flowers and the person and withdrew into herself.

“Awake now?”

Her neck stiff, Ding Moyan gave a quiet “Mm,” her round eyes fixed on the white cotton blanket covering her as she nervously tried to gather her thoughts.

Another prolonged silence settled between them, stretching until Ding Moyan’s unease grew unbearable. She couldn’t handle the President’s piercing stare any longer.

Dryly, she spoke up, “Um, President, why are you here?”

Having slept too long, her throat was hoarse, her voice scratchy.

Zong Jia handed her a cup of warm water and stated calmly, “Zou Ye is dead.”

“What?!” The warmth of the cup suddenly felt scalding. Ding Moyan’s pupils constricted in shock, and she immediately tried contacting the system.

After calling out over a dozen times with no response, a blue screen panel appeared before her, displaying a notification email about the transfer of system permissions.

In other words, from this moment on, she would have full access to all the privileges previously held by System 7788, location tracking, plot progression, character profiles, and special items.

Yet this sudden transfer of authority sent a wave of panic through her.

How could the female lead be dead? No matter what, shouldn’t she have plot armor? The protagonist’s halo?

Ding Moyan took a sip of the warm water, letting it soothe her throat and warm her chilled stomach, forcing herself to steady her frantic thoughts.

How had Zou Ye died? Frustrated, Ding Moyan habitually bit her lower lip. Then, abruptly, she remembered the injection Wang Ye had administered before leaving.

Was it because of that?

“What exactly happened when you went after Wang Ye?” Zong Jia had heard Ye Ye’s rough account, but she wanted to hear from the other conscious witness present.

Ding Moyan set the glass on the bedside table, her lashes lowering. After a brief silence, she explained, “We found Wang Ye’s room. She had been injected with an unknown potion, the doctor said it hadn’t been long, likely administered by Zou Ye. When we tried to take Wang Ye away, Zou Ye tried to call for help. Wang Ye had no choice but to pull a syringe from Zou Ye’s pocket and stab her with it. After that, Zou Ye collapsed, and we escaped to the hospital.”

Ding Moyan couldn’t hide the fact that Wang Ye had injected Zou Ye with the Potion. Before her, Zong Jia might have already learned part of the truth from Ye Ye’s mouth. As for why Zong Jia asked her again, it was nothing more than a test and an assessment of her attitude.

Zong Jia nodded calmly, as if she understood.

“What was Zou Ye’s cause of death?” Ding Moyan asked quietly.

“Traces of A-329’s destructive components were found in her body. The reagent she was exposed to should be the same as the one Wang Ye was injected with.” Zong Jia’s tone was flat, devoid of any upward inflection. She didn’t seem to feel any joy over Zou Ye’s death.

Zong Jia asked, “Wang Ye caused Zou Ye’s death. What are your thoughts on that?”

“None. Will she go to jail?” Ding Moyan lifted her gaze.

“No.”

Her long, dark lashes lowered slightly, concealing the unreadable emotions in her eyes. Zong Jia stated, “Among Zou Ye’s generation of disciples, few have amounted to much. Now that they want to protect Wang Ye’s life, they naturally won’t let her bear the burden of a murder charge.”

Ding Moyan asked, “And what about you, President?”

How will you handle this?

Zong Jia didn’t answer. Instead, she interlaced her fingers and rested her chin on them, silently watching her.

After waiting for a while without getting any conclusion from Zong Jia, Ding Moyan felt somewhat disheartened.

“President, is there anything you want?”

Zong Jia’s eyelids lifted slightly. “There is.”

“I can help you fulfill that wish.” With the system’s permissions backing her, as long as the request wasn’t excessive, she could basically assist in achieving it.

“Oh? Are you trying to protect Wang Ye?” Zong Jia’s voice was clear and cool, yet every word she spoke seemed to tug at Ding Moyan’s pounding heart.

Ding Moyan admitted, “Yes.”

Zong Jia looked at Ding Moyan, the corners of her lips curving into an inscrutable smile. Then she responded with a single word: “Fine.”

She had agreed.

Ding Moyan’s clenched, pale fingers relaxed slightly.

“I lack a partner someone to bring back to the family.” Zong Jia plucked a purple orchid from a plain white porcelain vase and offered it to Ding Moyan.

Ding Moyan’s mouth fell open in shock, astonished by Zong Jia’s request including this unlikely, blatant implication. It didn’t quite align with the President’s usual demeanor.

Still, despite her surprise, Ding Moyan didn’t leave Zong Jia’s hand hanging. She accepted the orchid.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered in Zong Jia’s eyes.

A parrot clutching a perch with its claws swiveled its beady eyes around. Flapping its wings, it flew onto Ding Moyan’s shoulder and mimicked two words: “Partner! Partner! Partner!”

Seeing this, Zong Jia picked up the cage and called, “A Jia, come here.”

The parrot’s eyes darted around before it obediently flew back inside.

Noticing Ding Moyan’s dazed expression, Zong Jia asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Ding Moyan pressed her lips together and shook her head. “It’s just the President’s pet is quite, uh, well-behaved.”

Zong Jia held the birdcage, her eyes glinting as if in agreement with Ding Moyan’s words.

“A Jia is indeed more obedient than most people.”

Zong Jia didn’t stay much longer before she had to leave to deal with the aftermath of the incident.

Only after Zong Jia departed did the stifling atmosphere finally dissipate. Ding Moyan let out a long exhale.

She checked her watch by her calculations, she had slept for over ten hours.

The doubles competition had already ended. She, Wang Ye, and Ye Ye would likely be marked as forfeits.

Speaking of Wang Ye and the President, she couldn’t help but recall the nightmare from last night.

Closing her eyes, she tried her best to remember the events of the dream.

The happenings from the dream played back in her mind frame by frame, as if in slow motion.

Zong Jia, Wang Ye, and this childhood memory were they truly events she couldn’t recall, or merely a fabricated blend of dreams and reality woven together?

What exactly were they foretelling?

Beyond that, the disappearance of System 7788, the transfer of permissions, and the fact that the original world hadn’t collapsed despite the female lead’s death, all these puzzling points were pushing her forward.

What should she do? For now, she didn’t know.

Ding Moyan glanced sideways. The orchid in the bottle exuded a faint, delicate fragrance, much like the President both carried that same cool, distant quality. She withdrew her gaze with a sigh.

The President’s actions left Ding Moyan utterly bewildered, unable to comprehend them. Carefully, she tucked the purple orchid into her coat pocket.

Since she didn’t know where the future would lead, she’d simply go wherever the path took her.

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