Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 58

The two sat facing each other in silence, the occasional sound of someone shifting on the bed adding to the awkward atmosphere.

Ye Ye picked up a pen from the table, wrote a few words on a piece of paper, and calmly pushed it toward Zong Jia.

‘President, shall we talk outside?’

Zong Jia’s lashes flickered slightly as she stood and opened the door. Ye Ye followed composedly behind her.

The corridors of the main residence weren’t the best place for conversation, so Zong Jia led Ye Ye downstairs to the study and turned on the lights.

The dark room instantly revealed its true form. The study in the Zōng family’s main residence was different from the one in the Ye household specifically, while the Ye family’s study was a traditionally customized interstellar room, the Zōng family’s study could more aptly be described as a small library.

The study was spacious, with towering bookshelves lining both sides. As soon as Ye Ye entered, she noticed the glass beneath her feet, beneath which lay an ocean of books. She lifted her head and saw a half-glass partition above where she stood. Beside the bookshelves was an automatic step-on lifting board machine. By standing on it and stating the desired floor, the glass would open automatically to grant access.

Zong Jia methodically took a seat in the leather chair behind the desk, interlacing her fingers and resting them against her chin.

Under the scrutinizing gaze of her superior, Ye Ye’s throat suddenly felt dry. Forcing herself to remain calm, she cleared her throat softly and explained why she had been in her room.

“Unfamiliar places make me afraid to sleep alone, so I came looking for Ding Moyan to keep me company. I didn’t expect it to be your room, President. When you suddenly appeared, I panicked and hid under the bed.” Ye Ye answered. At this point, lying would only make things worse, it was better to admit it tactfully.

“You’re an Omega, aren’t you?” The pheromones from Zong Jia’s gland visibly expanded outward at a rapid pace. “Do I need to apply for you to retake physiology classes so you can relearn the basics?”

Zong Jia exercised perfect control, releasing just enough pheromones to make an Alpha’s Omega feel discomfort and suppression.

Ye Ye’s breathing noticeably quickened. She had just been about to apologize when, for some reason, a suffocating restlessness surged through her chest, making her impulsively shift her tone and retort, “Aren’t you, President, also sharing a room with a female Alpha?”

Hearing this, the stern expression on Zong Jia’s face suddenly twisted into something strange. She let out a scoff.

The laughter that reached Ye Ye’s ears sent a chill down her spine. After so long of peaceful days, she had nearly forgotten the President’s ruthlessness. Swallowing nervously, she mentally branded her impulsive words as ‘idiotic.’

“She is my Alpha.”

Ye Ye: “…”

She had prided herself on staying composed upon hearing the President’s admission, but reality proved otherwise. Ye Ye’s fingers curled slightly, her knuckles whitening. She didn’t believe Ding Moyan would ever fall for Zong Jia, but with the President’s words, coupled with Ding Moyan’s presence in the Zong family’s main residence and the President’s father’s marriage announcement had Ding Moyan agreed to something with the President?

Her hand, hidden under her sleeve, trembled faintly. The only person Ye Ye could think of who could threaten Ding Moyan was Wang Ye.

The fleeting astonishment in Ye Ye’s eyes didn’t escape Zong Jia’s notice.

Regaining her composure, Ye Ye spoke again, “I’m a little confused, President. What do you see in Ding Moyan?”

“Why do you keep following her around, sticking your warm face to her cold backside, refusing to leave no matter how she tries to shoo you away?” The household robot-brewed black tea was still warm as Zong Jia sipped it leisurely.

Ye Ye pursed her lips, unconsciously curling her thumb to scratch her palm. She had indeed been trailing behind Ding Moyan.

Ye Ye found herself pondering the question again had she fallen for Ding Moyan? With her playful nature, sometimes it was hard for her to discern her true feelings.

Perhaps, maybe, possibly, she did like Ding Moyan. Though there was also a high chance it was just curiosity after all, such an interesting little Alpha was rare these days.

After a brief silence, she answered, “She’s interesting, and her personality isn’t quite the same as the rumors online. At your level as President, I’m sure you’ve noticed that too.”

As she spoke, Ye Ye slumped lazily. “What about you, President? Would your answer be the same as mine?”

Without waiting for a response from the composed figure in front of her, Ye Ye murmured to herself, “I think it would be.”

“Then, President, could you maybe give way for me?” Ye Ye stared intently at Zong Jia, though her tone remained casual. “After all, I’m still one of the rungs on your ladder.”

Zong Jia’s calm gaze flicked toward Ye Ye, her lips curling into a faint smile instead of anger. “What do you think?”

Ye Ye’s words weren’t much of a threat, it was just troublesome to replace a sturdy and reliable rung on the ladder.

Zong Jia’s expression betrayed no emotion, and Ye Ye withdrew her probing look in disappointment. She had hoped to see the President lose her composure, but alas, that beautiful face remained unreadable.

“Hmm.” Ye Ye forced a bitter smile, pressing her lips together. “I think, I’ll be carried out horizontally.”

However, the melancholy didn’t last long before Ye Ye abruptly changed the subject.

“President, how were you so sure Zong Ci would come looking for me tonight? And why were you so certain I’d go to the lake?” Ye Ye grinned, holding up her phone where the latest message from the President, timestamped around nine in the evening right when she had wandered to the lake near the main residence read simply: ‘Bait.’

Faced with such a humble inquiry, Zong Jia was usually happy to oblige. “Everyone in the main residence knows Zong Ci’s restless nature. Given your family background, she would definitely try to win you over with favors her branch of the family is at a dead end, after all. As for why tonight? Because tomorrow, she won’t be in the main residence anymore. Even if you didn’t meet, she’d have a thousand ways to get a message to you.”

“As for why you went to the artificial lake, well.” Zong Jia paused before continuing, “I don’t possess the ability to foresee the future.”

“Oh?” Ye Ye raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Zong Jia set down her teacup and smiled warmly. “Micro-bugs. I’ve installed them everywhere in the main residence.”

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Ye Ye’s expression cracked. “…” She mentally reviewed her earlier interactions with Ding Moyan before entering the President’s room had she said anything incriminating?

Wait, no that meant Zong Jia had known she was in her quarters from the very beginning.

“You’re quite lucky. The eavesdropping device outside my door was damaged recently and is currently under repair. I have no idea you entered my room. Honestly, you hid well at least, I didn’t notice anything amiss. If nothing unexpected had happened, you could’ve stayed under the bed until tomorrow.” Zong Jia saw through Ye Ye’s thoughts.

Ye Ye nodded inwardly in agreement. She had the confidence to hide under the bed when Zong Jia entered the room. Before doing so, she had taken the Pheromone Odor Temporary Disappearance Agent, which worked instantly, erasing her scent including the green tea-like pheromones. That was why even an omega of Zong Jia’s high level hadn’t detected her.

Ye Ye couldn’t help but praise Yu Sisi for being so reliable. The vial of potion had been a birthday gift from Yu Sisi long ago.

At the time, she had thought it useless, never expecting it would come in handy. It proved that even an S-rank omega couldn’t detect someone who had taken the agent.

“Ye Ye.”

“Zong Mu also approached you.” Zong Jia suddenly asked.

Hearing that name, Ye Ye scoffed mockingly. She lifted her head, her delicate jawline accentuating her haughty demeanor as her bright eyes met Zong Jia’s, making her seem untouchable.

Her lips parted slightly, but the shadow lurking in her gaze shattered that illusion of beauty.

“Yeah, that idiot came looking for me.”

“To be precise, before him, quite a few of the Zong family’s branch members secretly extended olive branches to me. Unfortunately, they were all fools with no self-awareness.”

Ye Ye snorted lightly. “But don’t worry, President. I didn’t agree. As long as the Zong family doesn’t produce an alpha, beta, or omega stronger than you, my vote will always be on your side.”

“After all, I know which way the wind blows.”

Zong Jia smiled but said nothing.

Outside the window, the sky began to brighten. The ticking of the floor clock in the room marked the passing time. Weariness crept in, and Ye Ye slumped her shoulders, her eyelids drooping as exhaustion took over.

“It’s too late, President. If there’s nothing else, may I go back to sleep?”

Zong Jia: “Go back where?”

Ye Ye forced a smile. “The guest room the housekeeper arranged for me downstairs, of course.”

“Oh, right!”

“President, would you mind if I asked the housekeeper to bring me a few dolls to keep me company?” Ye Ye said. “I’m really scared of sleeping in unfamiliar places.”

Zong Jia gave the ‘delicate’ omega a meaningful look, chuckled, and didn’t refuse.

Ye Ye bowed slightly and took her leave, understanding the unspoken permission.

The door closed, and her smile vanished instantly.

Early in the morning, the alarm Ding Moyan had set rang, forcing her awake. The night before, Zong Jia had given her an invitation to a tea party in the rose garden behind the main residence, hosted by Zong Mu.

The name seemed familiar. Last night, Ding Moyan had pulled up his profile on the panel: an alpha with a rotten wood scent, the same one from that So I Ha incident, the young man who had confronted the President.

Ding Moyan’s eyelids felt glued together from sleepiness as she groggily sat up.

After a moment, she reluctantly pried them open and prepared to get up and wash. The moment her feet touched the soft, fuzzy rug, her gaze froze. It took her a sluggish second to realize she had just been sleeping in the President’s bed.

Her muddled head felt like it was about to explode. Ding Moyan remained frozen in that position.

What happened yesterday? Ding Moyan wondered inwardly.

Then she lay on the floor and peered under the bed it was empty. It seemed Ye Ye had left too.

This was strange. Based on her interactions with Ye Ye during the few days she’d stayed at her place, Ding Moyan was certain of Ye Ye’s regular waking habits. She wouldn’t be up this early normally.

Ye Ye must have been discovered by the President. She’s done for. That was the only conclusion Ding Moyan could draw for now.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. Leaning against the cold wall to cool her rising frustration, Ding Moyan pinched the bridge of her nose, her mind still blank.

Her phone alarm rang again. Ding Moyan irritably turned it off. After taking a deep breath, she walked to the sink to freshen up.

Once ready, she stepped out of her room. Fortunately, she had forgotten to use the Listening Card she bought last night. It would come in handy for the upcoming tea party not only to uncover what had happened the previous night but also to dig deeper into the President’s thoughts if others tried to pry.

Ding Moyan went downstairs to find breakfast already set on the table, with the President seated in a chair, waiting for some time.

Meeting her gaze, Ding Moyan forced out a greeting: “Morning.”

Zong Jia set down the classic book she was reading and returned the greeting.

After that, silence fell between them. Ding Moyan sipped black rice porridge to warm her stomach before digging in properly.

With just over twenty minutes left before the tea party began, Ding Moyan ate faster. She knew full well that since she was currently siding with the President, attending a tea party hosted by Zong Mu would likely lead to trouble. She needed to eat her fill to have the energy to handle it.

Watching Ding Moyan’s increasingly rapid eating, Zong Jia frowned. “Slow down.”

Ding Moyan swallowed a bite of stuffed pastry. “The tea party’s about to start.”

“It’s fine. Being late doesn’t matter.” Zong Jia set down her chopsticks, wiped the oil from her lips with a napkin, and said calmly, “Zong Mu loves making people wait.”

Ding Moyan: “Really?”

Zong Jia: “This tea party of his is set up for us. If the leads don’t show up, there’s no show.”

By the time she and Zong Jia arrived, nearly all the seats at the tea party were taken except for the ones Zong Mu had deliberately left empty.

Ye Ye sat at the center of a group of pretty young ladies and gentlemen, calling them “sister” and “brother” with effortless charm, blending in seamlessly.

Ding Moyan marveled at Ye Ye’s social skills, they were truly impressive. Her earlier worries had been unnecessary; this girl was living her best life.

“Good morning, everyone!”

A lazy voice rang out. It seemed she and the President weren’t the last to arrive.

Spotting the two seated on the right, Shen Changle first greeted the President with a smile before casually picking up some pastries and settling beside Ding Moyan.

Ding Moyan glanced sideways at the man now sitting next to her.

“Miss Ding, if you keep staring at me like that, I might get a little shy.”

In response, Ding Moyan rolled her eyes.

Still, she was puzzled by this person. The System Panel’s introduction had been incomplete, and after reading the books on Zong Jia’s shelf, she had many questions she wanted to probe him with.

Shen Changle rested his chin on his fingers, tilting his head slightly. “If I know the answer, I won’t hold back.”

“Nothing major. I’m just curious about your relationship with the President.”

“Oh, not married yet,” Shen Changle’s tone carried a hint of teasing, though his expression turned serious. “Regarding my relationship with the President, it’s actually quite simple just a business partnership between family enterprises. If we trace it further back, our families were once connected by marriage, making us distant relatives.”

“Do you know Shen Chang’an?”

“Oh, you’re asking about him.” Shen Changle spread his hands, lowering his eyelids as a shadow flickered through his eyes.

“My older brother has been dead for a long time. I can take you to see the weeds on his grave sometime they’re probably several meters tall by now.

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