Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 52

Through the layers of rising steam, the figure appeared hazy, but one could vaguely make out that the person had a good physique.

As the figure drew closer and became clearer, Ding Moyan’s pupils trembled with shock, unable to conceal the awe in her eyes.

Exquisite features, smooth skin, curves in all the right places her figure was displayed to perfection in the hot spring.

President…

“Mm!” A gasp escaped Ding Moyan’s lips as her mind short-circuited for a moment.

Zong Jia’s hair was tied up, but a few loose strands clung damply to her face, making her somewhat uncomfortable. She had been about to redo her updo when the sound of someone entering the water behind the cactus stone interrupted her.

Zong Jia’s heartbeat quickened slightly, though her expression remained composed. Watching the Alpha step into the spring, an inexplicable mix of emotions surged within her irritation, joy, happiness, all tangled together. This was the first time someone had joined her in the hot spring.

Zong Jia stood rooted in place, her eyelids lowered, exuding a fragile air as if she could shatter like glass at the slightest touch.

Water trickled down her cheeks, and Ding Moyan, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty before her, immediately felt blood gush from her nose.

The warm blood slid down to her lips, and only then did Ding Moyan snap out of it, hurriedly wiping at her face with her hands.

Noticing the two streaks of blood under Ding Moyan’s nose, Zong Jia frowned and took a few steps closer. “You, your nose is bleeding.”

“President, please don’t move.” Ding Moyan’s voice trembled as she pressed her delicate back against the stone wall, inching slightly to the left to put as much distance between them as possible.

Ding Moyan’s immediate rejection stirred an unpleasant feeling in the Omega. The fact that she wouldn’t let her approach left Zong Jia simmering with frustration, and she stubbornly stepped forward anyway.

“P-President!” Ding Moyan retreated until there was nowhere left to go. Faced with the other’s relentless advance, she had no choice, she couldn’t fight back, and this was Zong Jia’s home, after all.

Zong Jia’s gaze deepened. “Why are you running?”

If you hadn’t come closer, I wouldn’t have run. Of course, Ding Moyan kept those words to herself.

Biting her lower lip, she remained silent, too afraid to meet Zong Jia’s eyes, looking every bit like a wronged little wife.

The nosebleed continued to flow slowly, staining her hands red. The sight of it inexplicably unsettled Zong Jia, making her feel awkward.

“Wait a moment.” Zong Jia stepped onto the ledge and out of the spring.

Ding Moyan happened to glance up just as Zong Jia emerged from the water, and the sudden sight of her snow-white, bare back struck her heart like a bolt of lightning.

Even though Zong Jia quickly wrapped herself in a towel, the image was already seared into Ding Moyan’s mind.

Was it really just seeing the President undressed that had her so flustered and bleeding from the nose?

What was worse was the unstoppable nosebleed right in front of the President. If her hands hadn’t been covered in blood, Ding Moyan would have covered her eyes in embarrassment. She wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and disappear.

If System 7788 were still around, it would probably tease Ding Moyan for being all talk but pure at heart.

A few minutes later, Zong Jia returned. She crouched by the edge of the hot spring and handed Ding Moyan a tissue.

“Here.”

Ding Moyan didn’t fuss, she couldn’t afford to let her nose keep bleeding like this. She reached out to take it, but her fingertips accidentally brushed against Zong Jia’s. The warmth of the contact made her instinctively pull her hand back.

“What’s wrong?” The tissue was perfectly fine, so Zong Jia was puzzled by Ding Moyan’s reaction. She leaned in closer.

After soaking in the hot spring for a while, Zong Jia’s complexion improved significantly. Ding Moyan’s gaze lingered on Zong Jia’s lips, no longer pale but now rosy and full, which inadvertently reminded her of that accidental kiss she had pressed upon Zong Jia earlier. Though it was merely a coincidence, a peculiar feeling still stirred within her.

“I, I’m fine, thank you,” Ding Moyan stammered, quickly grabbing a tissue to stuff up her bleeding nose.

“How exactly do you plan to thank me?” Following the dialogue patterns she had observed between her father and dad, Zong Jia believed this question was perfectly appropriate.

Ding Moyan was momentarily speechless. Her lips parted, but she didn’t know how to respond.

This scene felt oddly familiar, somewhat reminiscent of the cheesy romance novels she had read where the domineering male lead helps the female lead, she thanks him, and he responds with a greasy smirk: “How do you plan to repay me, little minx?”

What the hell?!

Why was she even thinking of this? How could the President be compared to some sleazy guy?

Clearly, when the President said it, her tone was normal, her expression serious, without any of the vulgar undertones of those cringeworthy male leads.

Ding Moyan exhaled slowly and replied, “How would the President like to be thanked?”

Zong Jia tossed the ball back into her court: “Then cook me a meal.”

According to her father’s words, an Alpha who could cook was a good Alpha. Zong Jia had noticed the look of disdain on her father’s face when he reviewed Ding Moyan’s file. She was now doing her best to steer Ding Moyan in this direction, hoping to change her father’s opinion.

A droplet of condensation from the ceiling slid down the bridge of Ding Moyan’s nose. She pursed her lips, dumbfounded as she processed Zong Jia’s words.

“Uh, cooking, sure.” Ding Moyan didn’t dare make any promises about her culinary skills. She struggled to say, “But I’m not very good at it. I hope the President won’t mind.”

The black hover car came to a stop at the entrance of the Zōng family’s main residence.

Several servants, having received Zong Jia’s notice earlier, stood at full attention, ready to greet the guests with their brightest smiles.

The hover car door opened, and a man dressed in a red-and-black tracksuit stepped out.

His skin was fair, his legs long, and his tall stature exuded an undeniable presence as he stood before the main residence’s gates.

His short silver-white hair and the black rose earring on his right earlobe stood out, while his features bore a noticeable resemblance to Zong Jia’s. He looked youthful, beautiful, and full of vitality yet his actual age was thirty-nine.

He was Zong Jia’s Omega father Yu Mu.

Time had left no trace on his face. The lingering charm in Yu Mu’s eyes remained, and with just a slight raise of his brow, the Zōng Jiāzhǔ, who had been standing at the front, hurried over to fuss over him.

“Xiao Yu, you must be tired from the trip.”

“Are you hungry? I made a lot of your favorite dishes.”

Yu Mu cut him off: “Where’s A-Jia?”

“She should be soaking in the hot spring around this time,” the Zōng Jiāzhǔ replied.

The artificial hot spring behind the Zōng family’s bathhouse had actually been built for Zong Jia. Since birth, Zong Jia had been frail and sickly. Following the doctor’s advice, the hot spring was constructed soaking in it occasionally helped regulate her body temperature and provided significant health benefits.

Zong Jia would set aside one day each month to return home and soak in the hot spring, usually before bedtime.

Yu Mu suddenly asked, “By the way, you’ve met the Alpha A-Jia has taken a liking to. What’s your personal impression?”

“Not good. The investigation results show he’s a scumbag Alpha.” The Zōng Jiāzhǔ admitted that his first glance at the report had left him thoroughly unimpressed.

“A scumbag Alpha?” Yu Mu’s expression grew serious. “But from the videos I’ve seen, the kid’s demeanor doesn’t seem to match that at all.”

“Can’t judge by appearances, this one still.” The Zōng Jiāzhǔ glanced sideways at Yu Mu’s ever-changing expression and quietly added, “Skipped practical exams, got into fights in alleyways, and was called to the police station for tea.”

“Don’t be angry, Xiao Yu. If it really comes to it, I’ll talk some sense into Ajia and have them break up.” The Zōng Jiāzhǔ, worried about upsetting his wife, gently patted Yu Mu’s back.

Unexpectedly, Yu Mu’s lips curved into a smile: “Ajia has good taste. What a unique Alpha.”

Zōng Jiāzhǔ: “?”

Yu Mu patted his shoulder: “What’s their pheromone compatibility rate?”

“Not sure, but judging by A-jia’s expression, it must be pretty high. Oh, and that Scumbag Alpha seems to have a high pheromone level too, Grade A.”

“Good level. Can protect A-jia without being overbearing.”

Yu Mu didn’t see any other issues except for the playboy tendencies: “But this ‘Scumbag Alpha’ trait, who has she been involved with?”

Zong Jiazhu handed his phone to Yu Mu: “Here’s the list. A-jia probably knows about these too.”

Yu Mu skimmed through, but when he reached the names Ye Ye, Yu Sisi, and Wang Ye, his eyes sharpened with caution: “I’ll go meet her myself later.”

“Xiao Yu, I’ll come with you.”

“No need. You have your own work. I heard Zong Ci is refusing to leave the main residence.”

Zōng Jiāzhǔ’s expression darkened. The child had been brought into the main residence under the late patriarch’s orders for training. Even though the old man had passed, his words weren’t easily disregarded.

“Send Zong Ci away. Her branch of the family has been causing trouble behind our backs for years, relying on what the old man left them.” Yu Mu opened a file on his phone, clearly documenting certain incidents.

“Shen Changle got this. It records all the times Zong Ci has sabotaged other Zong family members over the years.”

Zōng Jiāzhǔ had his own concerns and reservations: “This involves the old patriarch. If we kick Zong Ci out, the other elders will likely invoke his name again.”

Yu Mu smiled calmly: “When have those old fossils not opposed your decisions? At most, they’ll call you unfilial. But how many of their own shady dealings can they actually bring into the light?”

“Besides, you’re the head of the Zong family. On matters that don’t threaten the family’s core interests, you have absolute authority.”

Yu Mu arrived at the hot springs behind the bathhouse. After facial recognition, the barrier door opened.

This area was reserved for the main family, free from prying eyes. Yu Mu raised his voice: “Hey! Ajia, Daddy’s here!”

Someone barged in abruptly, and Ding Moyan’s face flushed instantly.

A man in athletic wear stood near the hot spring pool, holding a small gift box, staring dumbfounded at the bold Omega on land and the trembling Alpha in the water.

In those few seconds, Yu Mu’s mind conjured up a slew of “CEO falls in love” clichés.

Zong Jia withdrew her hand and slowly stood up, her face blank as she stared at her father.

A character introduction panel appeared before Ding Moyan. As the shadow in front of her moved away, she felt a wave of relief, at least easing the unbearably tense atmosphere.

Yu Mu barely managed to close his gaping jaw.

He had always assumed his child was asexual, terrible at flirting, and had zero romantic EQ. For the first time, he apologized to himself for jumping to conclusions.

He never expected the opening act to be this intense.

“Jia, you guys carry on, do your best!” Yu Mu blinked and spoke with subtle encouragement.

Deciding to leave first, not wanting to disturb the young couple.

With that, he picked up the small gift and dashed off, leaving the two in the hot spring room staring at each other.

Zong Jia introduced, “That was my dad.”

Ding Moyan nodded like a little squirrel, “Oh, your dad is really young and handsome.” She mentally added ‘adorable’ afterward.

Noticing Ding Moyan’s lips curling up and her eyes fixed on where Yu Mu had left, Zong Jia’s expression turned odd, her tone stiff, “You like my dad.”

Ding Moyan praised, “I do. Your dad has such a great personality, so carefree.”

“My dad and my father are very much in love.”

“Huh?” Though confused by Zong Jia’s sudden remark, Ding Moyan patiently waited for her to continue.

Zong Jia’s face darkened as she looked down at the Alpha in the water, “They have no plans to divorce.”

“P-President, you don’t think the ‘like’ I meant was that kind of like, do you?”

Zong Jia silently stared at her, neither confirming nor denying.

Ding Moyan gasped, looking at Zong Jia in disbelief, “How could that be?”

“The ‘like’ I meant is just an ordinary fondness a junior has for an elder, appreciating their personality and attitude,” Ding Moyan explained patiently. “It’s very normal, very ordinary liking. Not the kind between lovers. Don’t you like your dad?”

Zong Jia narrowed her eyes, “Then why were you staring at where my dad left?”

“I, I like looking at beautiful people,” Ding Moyan touched her nose bridge, answering sheepishly.

Whether before or after transmigrating into the book, she was a certified looks enthusiast, always drawn to attractive people though purely from an appreciative standpoint.

Zong Jia: “…”

Ding Moyan tilted her head up, raising three fingers to swear, “President, rest assured, I promise I have no intention of becoming your step-parent. I swear.”

Zong Jia studied her quietly, as if weighing the sincerity of her oath.

“Then what about me? Do you think I’m good-looking?” Zong Jia crouched down and asked softly.

Her fingers brushed against Ding Moyan’s neck, feeling the faint pulse of her veins beneath the skin, as if one wrong word would cost her her neck.

Ding Moyan clearly heard the gulp in her own throat.

“You are.”

“President, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” There was no flattery in Ding Moyan’s words. Among all the people she’d met, Zong Jia’s looks had always ranked first.

Though Zong Jia’s intimidating aura had often deterred Ding Moyan from getting too close.

Ding Moyan’s words shifted Zong Jia’s gloomy mood to sunny.

Zong Jia’s fingers, calloused from Mecha Operation, traced Ding Moyan’s neck, making it itch incessantly.

Ding Moyan pointed at Zong Jia’s hand and whispered, “Um, President, my neck is a bit itchy.”

“Could you maybe loosen?”

“No.” Ding Moyan’s neck was smooth and soft, the texture delightful. Zong Jia stroked it a few more times, savoring the sensation even more.

By the time they returned from the hot spring, it was almost midnight meaning they’d spent a full two hours there.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Ding Moyan examined her slightly red and sore neck. She rubbed it, internally grumbling, Is the President some kind of neck fetishist?

Knock knock!

The sound of the door echoed as Ding Moyan opened it.

Standing outside was the Zong family’s butler, holding a glass of milk on a tray.

Ding Moyan looked at the milk on the tray and asked, “What’s this?”

“This was ordered by the young mistress for you. Drinking milk at night helps with sleep.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you.” Ding Moyan took the milk and expressed her gratitude.

After closing the door, Ding Moyan swirled the glass of warm milk in her hand.

It had been a long time since she had tasted any dairy products, so she couldn’t help but take a few sips.

However, after a few sips, she couldn’t drink any more. The taste of pure milk spreading in her mouth made her taste buds revolt.

“Ugh, disgusting.” Ding Moyan shook her head and poured the remaining milk down the sink.

By the time Zong Jia arrived, Ding Moyan was already sitting obediently by the bed.

Zong Jia’s gaze fell on the glass on the bedside table, the milk inside had been completely finished.

This drink had been sent up by her father in her name, under the pretense that “all children like it,” and that “an Omega shouldn’t be too domineering sometimes, they should learn to show goodwill and care for an Alpha’s health.”

Zong Jia stuffed the documents in her hand into the desk. “Did it taste good?”

Ding Moyan lied through her teeth. “It was delicious.” As someone skilled in survival, Ding Moyan knew that no matter what, she had to praise anything given by the President.

Zong Jia responded with a faint “Hmm” and proceeded to message the butler to replace tomorrow’s breakfast porridge with milk.

Once she finished handling the matter, Zong Jia walked to the bedside. Ding Moyan quickly climbed onto the bed and scooted to the other side.

“Sleep.” Zong Jia pulled back the covers, took off her shoes, and slipped under the blankets.

She pressed the button by the bedside, plunging the entire room into darkness.

Ding Moyan’s eyes were wide open. The moment Zong Jia lay down beside her, her heart skipped a beat.

Surrounded by the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, she felt no trace of sleepiness. Ding Moyan tilted her head slightly to the left to look.

Zong Jia slept on the right side. Her eyes were closed, her breathing steady, and her silver-white hair spilled across the pillow, blending into the soft bedding. She looked serene and restrained, a stark contrast to her usual intimidating aura.

Even in the darkness, Ding Moyan’s gaze lingered on Zong Jia’s features her brows, her nose, her lips.

Her beautiful face seemed like a gift bestowed by the heavens, naturally inspiring admiration.

Ding Moyan slowly closed her eyes and suddenly spoke. “President.”

“Hmm.” Zong Jia’s voice was low, but her thoughts were clearly elsewhere.

“Goodnight.

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