Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 51.2

To be precise, the higher the pheromone compatibility between partners in a relationship, the better it is for the health and well-being of their future children, reducing the mortality rate.]

Noticing Zong Jia’s calm and composed expression, devoid of any panic, the Zōng Jiāzhǔ wondered if she had already been tested before. He scrutinized Ding Moyan with suspicion.

Though her reputation was somewhat tarnished, if the pheromone compatibility was high, being together wasn’t entirely out of the question. After all, this was the first time Zong Jia had chosen an Alpha she approved of.

In the corner, the third uncle of the Zong family clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead. His elder brother’s expression practically signaled approval of their union.

He had specifically prepared an Alpha with high compatibility for Zong Jia someone loyal to him, who would obey his every command.

“I have matters to attend to, so I’ll take her upstairs now,” Zong Jia said, checking her watch.

“Go ahead,” the Zōng Jiāzhǔ waved dismissively.

Zong Jia led Ding Moyan upstairs. The moment they left, a little girl, unable to contain her impatience, lifted her wide skirt and hurried after them.

Before she could take more than a few steps, Shen Changle’s meaningful warning echoed behind her.

“Ci, don’t get any mischievous ideas, alright?”

Her flesh-colored leather shoes paused. Zong Ci turned back with a sweet smile. “Of course not, Brother Changle.”

After bidding farewell to the Zong family elders, Ding Moyan followed Zong Jia to her bedroom.

The third floor of the main residence had two rooms. Zong Jia’s quarters were on the right side.

Zong Jia activated the facial recognition system by the door. After scanning her face, she took a step forward but then hesitated, retracting her foot as if remembering something.

Ding Moyan was lost in thought and didn’t notice the person in front of her stopping and turning around. As a result, she collided with Zong Jia, unable to stop her momentum, and ended up pressing Zong Jia beneath her, face to face, lips to lips.

Zong Jia: “……”

Ding Moyan: “……”

Staring at each other from their positions, both were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Ding Moyan’s mind exploded pink, dazzling fireworks crackled and bloomed in her head. Her chest heaved uncontrollably, her heart pounding so fiercely it felt like it might leap out at any moment.

The soft sensation of their lips left her mind blank, while a crisp plum blossom fragrance filled her nostrils. At this moment, Ding Moyan had no idea what to do. Her wide, dark eyes blinked in bewilderment, long lashes trembling faintly like a startled deer.

The feeling of their lips was so pleasant that Ding Moyan couldn’t help but give a little lick.

“Enjoying it?”

A cold, eerie voice rose from beneath her, sounding almost like a curse as it warned Ding Moyan. Her pupils contracted as she finally realized what foolish thing she had just done.

She had bumped into the President, pinned her down, kissed her and, like an idiot, even licked her lips.

Ding Moyan scrambled to get up, but Zong Jia remained on the floor partly because her body was too weak to withstand the sudden impact, and partly because she was contemplating how to handle this situation.

Fortunately, the awkwardness was alleviated by a little girl who came upstairs.

“Sis.”

Startled by the scene, the little girl hurried over, lifting the hem of her dress.

Zong Jia’s frail body staggered a few times as Ding Moyan helped her up.

“What were you thinking? Don’t you know the floor is cold? My sister can’t handle it!” The little girl shoved Ding Moyan aside and pulled Zong Jia’s arm protectively into her own embrace.

Ding Moyan retreated, unable to bear looking at them. The icy glare Zong Jia had given her earlier made her shudder with fear, terrified that she might end up dead if she messed this up.

Zong Jia’s face was pale as she coughed a few times.

“Sis, are you okay?”

Zong Jia withdrew her arm from Zong Ci’s embrace and lightly pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to ease the sudden irritation. After a moment, she said calmly, “Zong Ci, I’m fine.”

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Zong Ci’s face before she quickly regained her composure, forcing a smile. “Sis, I’m glad you’re okay.”

Then, turning to Ding Moyan, she said, “You’re supposed to be my sister’s future Alpha. Shouldn’t you take better care of her? Her body is already weak, and she’s an Omega, can’t you be more responsible?”

Ding Moyan’s eyes flickered. The little girl’s words might have sounded concerned, but the underlying message emphasized just how fragile Zong Jia’s condition was.

Ding Moyan stayed silent playing dumb was the best option right now.

“I’ve informed Third Uncle. Tomorrow, you’ll move back from the main residence,” Zong Jia’s indifferent voice drifted over.

The sudden statement left the little girl stunned. “Uncle the family head won’t agree.”

Zong Jia let out a low scoff, her cold gaze fixed on the small but cunning girl. “You’re not important,” she stated bluntly.

Afterward, Zong Jia led Ding Moyan to set up her facial recognition access.

“This is…”

[—Facial input successful—]

[Welcome, Ms. Ding, to your new residence ∠※]

Zong Jia said flatly, “When I’m not here, you can scan your face to enter.”

“Ah! Oh, okay.” Ding Moyan stammered in surprise.

The two entered the bedroom.

Zong Jia’s room was minimalist, mostly in black and white, with dim lighting. Within minutes of entering, Ding Moyan inexplicably felt oppressed and uncomfortable.

Zong Jia didn’t often come to the main residence, but cleaning robots maintained it daily, so it remained spotless.

Ding Moyan glanced around. There were two doors on the right side of the room, one led to the bathroom, the other to a walk-in closet.

There was no separate bedroom. Noticing how late it was getting, Ding Moyan asked, “President, where should I stay tonight?”

“Here.” Zong Jia tilted her chin slightly, indicating the large black bed before them.

Ding Moyan wondered if she’d misheard. “Stay here?” she asked uncertainly.

Zong Jia nodded. “Mm.”

“But isn’t this your room?” Ding Moyan’s fingers twisted together behind her back.

Avoiding eye contact, Ding Moyan felt a twinge of discomfort and coughed awkwardly. “This… this isn’t appropriate. I’m an Alpha, and you’re an Omega.”

“Have you ever seen a couple who’ve just met each other’s families request separate rooms when staying together?”

Ding Moyan was at a loss, she’d never been in a relationship in the real world, so she had no frame of reference.

Upon reflection, the president had a point, yet something still felt off.

“Besides, do you really think you’re that exceptional?” Zong Jia’s S-class pheromones seeped from the gland at the nape of her neck, the icy plum fragrance assaulting Ding Moyan with aggressive dominance.

Ding Moyan’s legs weakened, and the gland on her own neck throbbed painfully as if warning her.

Higher ranks held absolute control over those beneath them, especially at the S-class level, revered by most Alphas, Betas, and Omegas.

This was why Zong Jia commanded such loyalty, why despite her frail health and Omega status, she remained the Zong family heir.

Rank determined everything. Only the strong could lead the Zong family.

The overwhelming pheromones continued their assault, teasing Ding Moyan’s nerves and coercing submission.

“P-President, it hurts…” Ding Moyan’s mind grew muddled, her breath uneven, lips trembling as she forced out the words.

“Look at me.” Zong Jia glanced down at Ding Moyan’s shaking form, her tone sharpening into a command.

Ding Moyan’s hair clung to her sweat-dampened temples. Gasping weakly, she pried her eyes open to meet Zong Jia’s gaze.

Beneath the crystal chandelier, Zong Jia stood tall. The dim light filtered through the glass fragments, casting a faint glow on her flawless complexion, lending her an ethereal purity. Her silver-white hair had grown slightly longer, and against the pitch-black floor tiles, she stood out like a stroke of white, the focal point, the deity of this space.

Though shorter than Ding Moyan, Zong Jia always made her feel like a kitten facing a tiger. Ding Moyan would instinctively shrink back, creating distance, giving the illusion she was the shorter one.

Staring at Zong Jia’s aloof expression, Ding Moyan’s mind turned to mush. Her lips moved without thought, muttering incoherently.

When the cold fingers touched Ding Moyan’s neck gland, she shrank back in fear. Those pitch-black pupils resembled venomous beasts lurking in the darkness, secretly watching her from the shadows with dangerous intensity, as if they could pierce through the very soul within Ding Moyan’s body.

Observing Ding Moyan’s state of endurance, Zong Jia let out a soft “tsk” and restrained the pheromones emanating from her body.

Only when the oppressive force of the high-level pheromones faded did Ding Moyan emerge from the suffocating torment. Her vision gradually focused, and her breathing slowly steadied.

Zong Jia picked up the trembling Ding Moyan and released a gentle wave of soothing pheromones to ease her discomfort.

Then, she laid her down on the bed.

It had to be said Father’s method worked. A harsh strike followed by a sweet reward.

The video call rang, and Zong Jia pressed to answer. A video feed appeared before her eyes.

“A-Jia.”

“I heard from your father that you brought an Alpha home.”

Zong Jia: “Yes.”

“Let me see.” The voice on the other end was eager.

Zong Jia adjusted the angle.

“Pretty. A-Jia’s taste takes after her dad.”

“Huh? Why is she asleep?”

Zong Jia said, “She was disobedient and refused to stay in the same room with me, so I used pheromones to pressure her for a minute. But don’t worry, Dad, I also used pheromones to soothe her afterward.”

“…” There was silence on the other end for a moment before the voice spoke again. “Where did you learn such nonsense?”

Zong Jia answered earnestly, “When I was three, I saw you doing the same thing to Father at the door.”

“Goodness, you can’t treat your partner like that. Be careful, or they might get angry and run away.”

Zong Jia: “?”

“I’ve bought a plane ticket. Wait till I get back, and I’ll explain it to you properly. Hang up for now, A-Jia.”

Fingers flipped through the pages of the paperback book in her hand as Zong Jia leaned back on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the text. The soundproofing here was excellent, no rain or thunder from outside could be heard.

The room was quiet. Ding Moyan woke up, sitting on the bed, occasionally catching the soft rustling of turning pages.

She made no other movements. Staying here felt too awkward, as if she didn’t belong.

Noticing Ding Moyan was awake, Zong Jia scanned her with a medical device her vitals were normal.

Ding Moyan’s body stiffened as she let Zong Jia handle her.

“Are you angry?” Zong Jia was particularly concerned about what her father had just said.

“What?” Ding Moyan’s expression was odd.

“Just now, when I used pheromones, are you angry?”

Zong Jia’s gaze flicked over, and Ding Moyan immediately pursed her lips, shaking her head repeatedly.

“No, not angry, not angry at all.” What was there to be angry about? Was she an idiot? Telling the President to her face that she was mad at the President?

Zong Jia: “Good.” She wouldn’t run away.

“Um, President!” The thought of sharing a room with Zong Jia made Ding Moyan extremely uncomfortable, especially after the earlier pheromone pressure. Ding Moyan knew she was outmatched better to play it safe.

Being in the same room with her, Ding Moyan was half-convinced she’d have nightmares tonight.

“Maybe I should sleep on the sofa,” Ding Moyan ventured, offering a suggestion.

Unfortunately, the idea was shot down immediately.

Zong Jia adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, closed the book, and said calmly, “The Zong family conducts random nighttime inspections. In dorm terms, it’s called a bed check.”

Ding Moyan’s expression cracked. Her face twisted into a bitter frown. “In the middle of the night? They’re…” Perverts?

“It’s the Zong family’s rule.”

“Sleep on the bed tonight.” Zong Jia placed the book back on the shelf and patted the soft bedding. “Don’t worry, I sleep very properly.”

Ding Moyan exhaled in relief, mentally reassuring herself: It’s fine, it’s fine. The President seems like an ice queen. Nothing will happen.

Zong Jia then gathered her pajamas, preparing to take a shower.

“Oh, the Zong family is different from other places. We use communal bathhouses here rooms with multiple showerheads and no partitions. Alphas, Betas, Omegas, men, and women each have separate bathhouses, making six in total.” Zong Jia projected a map of the Zong residence as she explained. “Behind the bathhouses, there’s also an artificial hot spring reserved only for the Zong family’s direct descendants. You’re welcome to use it if you’d like.”

“Communal bathhouses.” In the real world, Ding Moyan had heard nurses at the hospital talk about the differences between northern and southern customs. The north had many public bathhouses where people showered naked together in the same room. Ding Moyan winced slightly, it wasn’t a matter of being germaphobic, but the thought of seeing others nude made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

Noticing Ding Moyan’s unease, Zong Jia added, “This time slot is usually empty.”

Feeling slightly better, Ding Moyan quickly gathered her things and followed Zong Jia to the bathhouse.

After showering, Ding Moyan slipped on her sandals and checked the signpost. The path led straight to the hot springs at the back.

She rarely had the chance to soak in hot springs, and with the weather turning cooler today, she thought it would be nice to relax her muscles. So, instead of heading back to sleep, she decided to visit the springs behind the bathhouse.

After just a few steps, a facial recognition system blocked her path.

Ding Moyan frowned slightly and tapped the system, which beeped in response.

[—Recognition successful—]

[Welcome, Miss Ding, to the Hot Spring Pavilion.]

Zong Jia had thought of everything, she must have anticipated that Ding Moyan would come for a soak. Blinking in appreciation, Ding Moyan silently praised her consideration.

The hot spring was spacious, encircled by smooth white oval stones arranged in a perfect ring. At its center stood a large, cactus-shaped boulder.

Steam curled off the water as Ding Moyan dipped her toes in cautiously. The warmth enveloped her feet, drawing a soft sigh of contentment. Wearing only a thin nightgown, she stepped in slowly, letting the heat seep into her skin.

Relaxing her tense mind, she cupped the water and let it trickle through her fingers. After soaking for a while, her cheeks flushed pink, glowing like a ripe peach.

Just as she was fully surrendering to the tranquility, a figure emerged from behind the cactus stone.

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