Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 55

“Ye Ye has something to discuss with me and said she’s coming over. She also mentioned wanting to eat mantis shrimp, so she asked us to prepare it.” Ding Moyan didn’t hesitate to throw Ye Ye under the bus.

Zong Jia glanced briefly at Ding Moyan, showing no suspicion toward the dubiousness of her words.

Ding Moyan added, “Oh, and she’s thinking of staying the night here.”

Zong Jia: “…”

The porcelain cup in her hand cracked with a sharp snap.

Suddenly, the air grew heavy, breaths held. Ding Moyan stared at the President’s hand, now bleeding from the shards of the broken cup, and cautiously asked, “P-President, should I bandage that for you?”

Seeing no objection from the President which she took as silent permission Ding Moyan quickly dashed to a cabinet a few steps away and pulled out the first-aid kit.

The servants had told her where it was kept just yesterday, so Ding Moyan located it swiftly and accurately, returning with the kit in under two minutes.

“President,” Ding Moyan gestured toward Zong Jia’s hand, signaling for her to extend it.

Zong Jia lifted her lashes slightly, her palm unmoving. Her dark, inky pupils fixed on Ding Moyan, as if probing for something.

Those eyes were deep and shadowed, carrying an eerie aura that seemed capable of devouring one’s soul in the next instant.

Ding Moyan swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay composed. Softening her tone, she said, “President, your hand is injured. Let me treat the wound for you.”

As she spoke, she retrieved antiseptic and bandages from the kit.

Zong Jia’s gaze lingered on the outstretched hand, her expression contemplative. After a moment, she finally offered her hand.

Ding Moyan’s eyes brightened. She picked up the tweezers and carefully extracted the embedded porcelain shards from the President’s palm before cleaning and disinfecting the wound.

The cuts on the President’s fair palm were deep, the sight of them unsettling. She dabbed the antiseptic-soaked cotton swab gently, doing her best to minimize the pain.

Throughout the process, Zong Jia didn’t make a sound. Ding Moyan only noticed the occasional slight furrow of her brows when the pain was too sharp. Even then, the President’s beauty remained striking.

Accustomed to her usual decisiveness, seeing her now sitting quietly, allowing Ding Moyan to tend to her wounds felt oddly heartbreaking.

Meanwhile, Ye Ye stepped out of the hover car, carrying her bag. Staring at the once-remote location now transformed into such luxury, her eyes widened in shock.

“Is Ding Moyan living this lavishly?” Ye Ye muttered as she surveyed the surroundings.

Zong Jia had given clear instructions. The servants at the main residence, recognizing the girl stepping out of the hover car from the photo, promptly escorted her inside.

Zong Guanjia, who was overseeing the staff in the hall, beamed at the sight of the noble young lady entering. He approached respectfully and said, “Miss Ye, I’m the butler here. The young miss is upstairs in her room. Allow me to take you there.”

Ye Ye replied politely, “Alright, thank you.”

The door was slightly ajar. Zong Guanjia sent a message on his phone confirming the guest’s arrival. Only after receiving a reply did he confidently push the door open and invite Miss Ye inside.

As the door swung open.

Ye Ye froze. “!”

Though bold as a newborn calf, Ye Ye’s bravado withered the moment she saw the President standing directly in front of her.

“P-President!”

It took her a while to find her voice again. “Why are you at Ding Moyan’s place?”

“?” Zong Jia.

After a long pause, Zong Jia’s lips parted slightly. “This is my home, Ye Ye.”

The President’s home.

This is the President’s home!!!

Ye Ye’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the President and Ding Moyan sitting across from her.

After applying the medicinal liquid, Ding Moyan wrapped it with gauze and swiftly tied a neat bow before turning to Ye Ye with a friendly smile and greeting, “Hi!”

Oh no.

She had actually dared to fool around in the President’s home her life was truly hanging by a thread. But then again, who had provoked her into this? Damn it! It was that dog-der Ding Moyan, that conniving idiot.

Every curse word Ye Ye could think of bubbled up inside her. Panting heavily, her mind raced to figure out how to handle this life-threatening situation.

Glancing back at Ding Moyan, the way she carried herself with such nonchalance made Ye Ye’s eyelids twitch.

Ye Ye pressed her lips together, about to speak, when a sudden question struck her: Why was Ding Moyan in the President’s home?

Slowly collecting herself, Ye Ye walked over.

“President.”

Zong Jia stared coldly at her.

“President, this matter is a bit private. It’s not really convenient.” Ding Moyan interjected, trying to smooth things over, especially since Ye Ye had come to discuss Jiǎng Pèi’s situation.

“Yeah, yeah, very private,” Ye Ye nodded vigorously, exchanging a glance with Ding Moyan.

Zong Jia’s gaze flickered between the two before she stood up, giving them space to talk.

Watching the two whispering in the video feed, Zong Jia felt a pang of discomfort. Their voices were so soft that even with the camera on, she couldn’t make out what they were saying.

In the video, Ye Ye playfully poked Ding Moyan’s soft waist, provoking her to retaliate. Their back-and-forth made Zong Jia itch to step in and disrupt their harmony, but after taking just one step forward, she hesitated and stopped.

As she wavered, a broad hand landed on her shoulder.

Zong Jia turned her head to see the Zōng Jiāzhǔ, who had appeared out of nowhere she had no idea when he’d arrived.

“Father.”

The Zōng Jiāzhǔ flicked the ash from his lit cigarette, his dark gaze settling on Ding Moyan in the video. “Tsk, meeting a lover in the Zōng family’s main residence? Never seen someone with such guts before.”

Zong Jia: “Father, please go back upstairs.”

“Oh? Protecting your wife?” The Zōng Jiāzhǔ took a drag from his cigarette, his voice low and hoarse. “You like her so much, but does she like you?”

At that moment, the Zōng Jiāzhǔ was simmering with frustration, ready to vent.

“If she liked you, she wouldn’t be messing around like this.”

He scoffed irritably. “Hah, a Scumbag Alpha, truly embarrassing for all Alphas.”

The Zōng Jiāzhǔ turned to leave, planning to return to his room and spend time with his own wife. But as he did, his eyes inadvertently caught sight of Zong Jia’s right hand. He abruptly grabbed her wrist. “What happened to your hand?”

“I crushed a cup.”

“You’re grown, you should know your own strength.”

Zong Jia lowered her gaze, staring at the bow tied around her hand, a complicated, unreadable emotion flashing in her eyes.

Just as foolish as its owner.

“Next time you’re angry, don’t take it out on a cup. Just punch whoever made you mad. If you can’t bring yourself to do it, leave it to me. I’ll teach them a lesson.”

Zong Jia replied, “Sorry, it was your porcelain cup. I’ll replace it for you.”

“No need, no need. Just a worthless cup.” The Zōng Jiāzhǔ waved his hand dismissively.

“Father, that cup was part of your collection. Dad gave it to you for your birthday last year.” As she said this, Zong Jia instinctively retreated toward the study.

The Zōng Jiāzhǔ: “…”

One second later, the split-open Zōng Jiāzhǔ flung a shoe at Zong Jia’s retreating figure, “You wretched child! You unfilial daughter!”

Thud!

Zōng Jiāzhǔ had excellent aim when throwing objects, but the shoe hit someone else entirely.

“Zong! Wu!” Rubbing his head and holding the stinky leather shoe, Yu Mu charged over with a furious expression.

That familiar voice, that familiar wife, Zong Jiazhu swallowed nervously, his heart pounding. “D-dear!”

“Let me explain.”

Ding Moyan and Ye Ye didn’t talk for long, only about half an hour. When they emerged, Zong Guanjia came over to remind Ding Moyan about dinner that evening, carrying the Chinese cabbage the President had requested.

He handed the cabbage to Ding Moyan. “The young lady’s favorite stir-fried Chinese cabbage.”

Ding Moyan nodded and dragged Ye Ye to the kitchen. After all, having an extra pair of hands was better than none.

“What are you doing?”

Ding Moyan: “Going to cook.”

“You do your thing, why drag me along?” Ye Ye smoothed out the wrinkled sleeve where Ding Moyan had grabbed her.

Ding Moyan tossed the cabbage at Ye Ye. “Keep me company.”

Ye Ye frowned, eyeing the cabbage in her hands before muttering, “You want me to cook?”

“Hmph, did you think you could freeload at the President’s house?” Ding Moyan decided to take advantage of her position.

Ye Ye was speechless. “You’re really shameless.” Honestly, how had Ding Moyan’s face grown so thick? She was getting addicted to bossing people around. Glancing at the President working in the hall outside the kitchen, Ye Ye instinctively sucked in a breath.

Since Ding Moyan was using the President’s authority to pressure her, refusal wasn’t an option.

As they went downstairs, the President was seated in the center of the hall, working diligently.

Even injured, he remained dedicated to his duties truly befitting the original story’s villainous big shot, formidable and professional.

Of course, what puzzled Ding Moyan the most was why the President wasn’t in his room or study but in the hall instead, where servants and occasional Zōng family members passed through crowded and full of prying eyes.

Ye Ye had expected the President to glance up and greet them, but to her surprise, his eyes remained fixed on his documents as they walked undisturbed into the kitchen.

When Ding Moyan was led by Zong Guanjia to the kitchen occasionally used by the Zong family, she finally understood.

This kitchen was connected to the hall, allowing a clear view of the President from inside. Upon entering, a transparent barrier ensured cooking smells wouldn’t escape.

Had the President sat in the hall just to supervise her and Ye Ye?

After cheerfully explaining the kitchen’s functions, Zong Guanjia added, “Miss Ding, if you need anything, just press this button, and I’ll come.”

Ye Ye poked the barrier. “Can this thing be made opaque?”

“Miss Ye, I’m afraid not,” Zong Guanjia replied.

Ye Ye pouted and sighed. What rotten luck.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”

“Mm-hmm.” Ding Moyan nodded, clutching two tomatoes.

Once Zong Guanjia left, Ye Ye relaxed slightly. She turned on the faucet at the sink, and water gushed out.

Splash!

Ye Ye’s hands slipped while washing the cabbage, dropping it into the sink and splashing water all over her face.

“Pfft!” Ding Moyan couldn’t hold back a laugh at her disheveled state.

Ye Ye, experiencing her first culinary setback, stared dejectedly at the cabbage before letting out a long sigh.

“I’ll wash them. You handle the mantis shrimp.” Ding Moyan looked at the shrimp in the basin. If she wasn’t mistaken, this was probably arranged by the President. Feeling smug, she vengefully tossed a toothbrush at Ye Ye.

“No way.” Ye Ye glared disgustedly at the mantis shrimp spitting out grime.

Ding Moyan pointed toward the President sitting in the hall: “Are you sure? The President is right there watching.”

“You’re threatening me! Just because I made you prepare the mantis shrimp.” Ye Ye jabbed a finger at Ding Moyan, fully aware this was intentional sabotage.

Ding Moyan smirked. “The President knows about this too. I told her you made us prepare the mantis shrimp.”

“That was just you!”

“But I heard ‘us.’ Anyway, the President believed it. Feel free to go explain it to her. Let’s see who she trusts more, you or me.”

Ding Moyan’s brazen confidence made Ye Ye hesitate. She didn’t dare immediately run to the President to argue. At the same time, she grew suspicious of Ding Moyan’s relationship with the President.

Recalling how Ding Moyan had bandaged the President’s hand and the meaningful glance the President had given her before leaving, Ye Ye’s mind spiraled into wild speculation. Oh my god, could the President that demon actually have feelings for Ding Moyan?

“What are you standing around for? Hurry up and clean the shrimp,” Ding Moyan ordered, thoroughly enjoying her upper hand.

Ye Ye grabbed a brush, glaring at the basin of mantis shrimp. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, “Ding Moyan, you’d better pray you never fall into my hands. Otherwise, I’ll make you regret it.”

Ding Moyan chuckled. “Save the threats. Just focus on handling the shrimp first.”

Cooking proceeded smoothly. Unlike the real world, the kitchen appliances here didn’t require manual operation just place the ingredients inside, and they’d cook automatically, with adjustable flavors at the push of a button.

In the hall, a servant held up a camera screen, dutifully reporting every detail of Ding Moyan and Ye Ye’s cooking progress, including angles the young miss couldn’t see.

Watching Ye Ye’s comical struggle with the shrimp, the servant hesitantly asked, “Miss, why did you have the food cleaner removed?”

Zong Jia’s fingers paused mid-page. Her lashes fluttered slightly as she replied coldly, “You’re dismissed tomorrow.”

The servant paled, but before he could beg for mercy, the head butler dragged him away.

Zong Jia pointed to another servant standing nearby. “You. Take his place.”

The replacement bowed eagerly. “Yes, Miss.”

An hour later, dinner was ready. The head butler went upstairs to inform the Zong family head and the others.

Zong Jiazhǔ descended arm-in-arm with Yu Mu, who squinted at the lavish spread before them. His fondness for Ding Moyan grew yet again. After seeing his daughter’s earlier message, he’d been eagerly anticipating this meal.

Ye Ye stood frozen in place. Did the illustrious Zong Jiazhu someone even my father respects, just scoff at me as she passed by?

“You must be Ye Ye, right? What an adorable girl,” Yu Mu remarked, studying the girl rumored to be involved with Ding Moyan. She was certainly pretty, though her sudden visit had been unexpected. “Please, sit. Make yourself at home.”

Ye Ye stiffly took her seat. As if I’d be dumb enough to treat the President’s home like my own.

Yu Mu chewed on the lotus root slice in his mouth and praised, “It tastes great. Moyan is really skilled. Back when Old Zong and I got married, I blew up the kitchen the very next day while cooking.”

“That was an accident. Didn’t I learn afterward? Here, Xiao Mu, try this mantis shrimp. I heard Miss Ye specially made it for us.” Zōng Jiāzhǔ felt his toes curling in embarrassment as his wife exposed his past mishap, wishing he could dig a hole to bury himself.

“Oh, really?” Yu Mu paused his chopsticks. “We’ve really troubled Miss Ye.”

Ye Ye smiled sweetly, her dimples showing. “No trouble at all. I’m glad Uncle likes it.”

Yu Mu pressed his lips together, thinking how adorable she was. He really wanted to pinch those dimples but restrained himself, he couldn’t waver now. He was here to support his daughter.

Turning his gaze to the couple across from him, Yu Mu asked with a smile, “So, Moyan, what are your future plans? Our family doesn’t have a tradition of engagements, too troublesome and uncertain. Since you two are clearly in love.”

“How about just picking an auspicious date and getting married straight away?”

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