Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 60

Ding Moyan bolted upright, doubting her own ears. “What did you say?”

Ye Ye didn’t bat an eyelid. “It’s true. Yu Sisi went to the hospital to visit Wang Ye, only to find her missing. On top of that, Yu Sisi had someone check the hospital surveillance footage from 9 to 11 p.m. last night is missing.”

“Zou Ye is dead, Jiang Pei died in Zou Ye’s dorm, and now Wang Ye, a person who was unconscious and surviving on repair Capsules has vanished without a trace.” Ye Ye sat on the edge of the bed, her voice suddenly lowering. “You think it’s suspicious too, right?”

“Right. So, what’s your take?” Propped up by a pillow, Ding Moyan leaned back, the temporary relief from the Inhibitor wearing off. The discomfort in her body was subtly spreading, like a tiny sprout breaking through the soil. She pursed her lips, reluctant to speak, leaving the floor to Ye Ye.

“Do you think the President did it?”

Ding Moyan immediately retorted, “No.”

“You’re so sure it wasn’t Zong Jia?” Ye Ye’s expression turned icy.

Finally, Ye Ye scoffed coldly. “You really are involved with the President, aren’t you?”

Ding Moyan lifted her eyelids disdainfully, lips twitching. “Deep down, don’t you also believe Zong Jia has nothing to do with this?”

Ye Ye’s fingers wandered mischievously onto Ding Moyan’s hand, amused. “Which eye of yours saw me,”

Slap!

On a bright, sunny afternoon, the sharp sound of a slap rang out with startling clarity.

Ding Moyan’s reflexive action was forceful, leaving no room for mercy. The back of Ye Ye’s hand immediately reddened and swelled.

Ye Ye winced, sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth. Likely due to her Omega constitution, the moment she was struck, tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

The window in the room was open, letting in fresh air, yet Ding Moyan still felt suffocated, a stifling discomfort lingering in her chest.

It wasn’t about heat or cold her palms were inexplicably clammy. Ding Moyan chalked it up to her heat period and wiped them casually on the blanket. Fixing Ye Ye with a stare, she spat out, “Next time, don’t ask such idiotic questions.”

“Zou Ye’s cause of death is questionable. The President must have discussed it with you. Wang Ye was the only one who injected Zou Ye in the neck. What I’m thinking is, if that dose didn’t kill Zou Ye, then she must’ve been murdered by someone else after we left. And the only ones who could kill her and enter Wang Ye’s room would be the Zou family. Before Wang Ye completely lost consciousness, I heard her mention that Zou Ye had locked her in the room, forbidding the servants from entering. That means Zou Ye’s killer was someone from the Zou family.”

“Of course, that’s just one theory. It’s also possible someone snuck in and killed her after we left. The people who could kill Zou Ye her enemies are limited to you, the President, and Wang Ye.”

Ye Ye continued, “As a Beta, Wang Ye comes from the Zou family, which discriminates against Betas. Given the parents’ favoritism and the clan’s preference for Zou Ye, an Alpha, their relationship couldn’t have been good. Not to mention, Wang Ye was far more outstanding than Zou Ye but never received fair treatment. It’s possible she harbored deep resentment toward her own sister.”

“All this assumes that the injection Zou Ye gave Wang Ye was the first dose. If Wang Ye’s injection was the second dose, then the first one was likely administered in their study, the very place where we spied on them,” Ye Ye said. “Whether it was voluntary or given by the Zou family head, the second dose caused the fatal overdose.”

Ye Ye speculated further, “Given the recent discovery of a large batch of illegal A-injections by the police and the ensuing media frenzy, the Zou family was already under scrutiny. If the Zou family falls, the main family’s reputation would suffer even more, shifting the blame onto them as the beneficiaries. So, was the real target the Zou family, or was this a warning to the main family?”

“Of course, this is just my rough speculation. Take it with a grain of salt.”

Ye Ye’s words flowed logically into Ding Moyean’s ears, reshaping her understanding of the conspiracy. She expected to be shocked, to stand up and exclaim, ‘How did this suddenly involve the main family?’ Yet, the calmness she felt now surprised her. Perhaps the events of recent days had exhausted her, leaving no dopamine to spare for such revelations.

Ding Moyan admitted her intelligence wasn’t exceptionally high, and some things took her longer to grasp. But based on Ye Ye’s eloquence and recent behavior, she didn’t believe Ye Ye meant her harm. Moreover, as Ye Ye had pointed out, they were now in the same boat. Having someone to brainstorm with was better than facing this alone.

“Ye Ye, grab the red book on the fourth shelf, seventh from the left,” Ding Moyan instructed.

“Huh? What?” Though confused, Ye Ye complied and retrieved the book.

“Page 369, a specialized study on Beta-to-Omega transformation. It’s something the President has been reviewing lately,” Ding Moyan said lazily, lifting her eyelids slightly. “It seems unrelated to Zou Ye and Jiǎng Pèi, and the content is bizarre, but the President has been annotating it diligently, as if searching for something crucial. Also, the book’s contributors are Zou Ming and Shen Chang’an. It lacks a price or ISBN, suggesting it was privately printed.”

“Zou Ming, Shen Chang’an, Shen Chang’an,” Ye Ye grew intrigued and began flipping through the book.

“Shen Changle’s older brother. From what I’ve heard, he passed away long ago. As for Zou Ming, who is he?” Ding Moyan asked.

Ye Ye replied, “Zou Ming? A high-ranking Alpha, a branch member of the Zou family, and extremely low-key. My elder brother once had financial dealings with him, so I know a bit. Years ago, Zou Ming was a professor at the Rose Workshop but later moved to a private research institute something like 702. I can’t quite recall the name. I’ll ask my brother about it later.”

The two were so engrossed in their conversation that they lost track of time. It wasn’t until the pinned message on Ye Ye’s phone chimed that they snapped out of their deductions.

Ye Ye lowered her gaze, glancing at the message on her phone. She tilted her head slightly and let out a wistful sigh, clearly displeased by the sudden interruption.

Turning to the person on the bed, she said, “It’s getting late. I should head home.”

Ding Moyean, on the other hand, simply nodded calmly and bid her farewell, showing no particular emotion about her departure.

Their deductions had reached a point where they were nearly complete. All that remained was concrete verification to confirm their theories specifically, the connections between Wang Ye, Zou Ming, and Shen Chang’an, and whether Wang Ye might be part of the Beta-to-Omega experiment.

“Oh, by the way,” Ye Ye paused mid-step as she was about to leave, “you’re an Alpha in your heat period. Be careful around Omegas, or the President might take advantage of you.”

She said this completely forgetting how she had just been teasing Ding Moyan moments ago.

Ye Ye’s expression was relaxed, her eyes narrowed into crescents, long lashes fluttering slightly and casting delicate shadows over her almond-shaped eyes. Her rosy lips parted and closed enticingly, and a few strands of hair drifted across her delicate face, giving her the gentle aura of a girl-next-door.

Ding Moyan turned her face slightly, silently acknowledging that Ye Ye was undeniably beautiful sometimes even dangerously alluring.

“You don’t have a crush on me, do you?” Ding Moyan asked offhandedly.

Ye Ye’s nape flushed red, and she immediately retorted, “In your dreams!”

Ding Moyan watched her reaction with a complicated expression, sensing a hint of “protesting too much” in her response.

“What are you looking at?” Ye Ye’s voice rose, her demeanor resembling a bristling kitten.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at Ding Moyean’s lips as she lowered her gaze and nodded placidly. “Yeah, yeah, sure.”

“…” Ye Ye froze, staring fixedly at the Alpha lying on the bed, who had clearly gained the upper hand. Determined not to let Ding Moyan steer the conversation, she resolved to provoke her instead.

As she looked at Ding Moyean, Ye Ye’s mind conjured up some less-than-innocent thoughts.

A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. Seizing the moment when Ding Moyan wasn’t paying attention, she suddenly leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her cheek.

The softness of Ding Moyean’s cheek against her lips was smooth and delightful. Ye Ye’s heartbeat quickened abruptly, and an inexplicable emotion rippled through her like fallen leaves drifting on water. She blinked rapidly, her hands hidden in her sleeves curling into tight fists.

Ding Moyean, caught off guard by the sneak attack, trembled, frozen on the bed as a natural blush spread across her face. Her widened eyes held disbelief.

In the few seconds it took for the Alpha to process what had happened, Ye Ye having succeeded in her ambush dashed out of the room, laughing all the way down the hallway.

The door clicked shut, completely separating the two.

Leaning against the cold white wall beside the door, Ye Ye tried to cool her lingering warmth.

Her gaze dropped as she touched her lips with rounded fingertips, savoring the memory of the fleeting contact. Every subtle movement replayed in her mind like a slow-motion film, frame by frame. Her fingers still carried a faint fragrance, but her heart ached with a sense of loss.

She liked her, didn’t she? Yes, she must.

Inside the room, Ding Moyean’s face darkened completely. Once the shock wore off, she angrily hurled the nearest pillow at the door.

She took her frustration out on the door.

It was too upsetting. Ding Moyan covered her burning cheeks, feeling so uncomfortable inside that she wanted to scream to release her emotions.

But though she had the thought, she didn’t have the nerve to act on it. After all, she was in someone else’s house better to keep a low profile.

Before long, Ding Moyan’s attention shifted away from that. The gland on the back of her neck was acting up, faintly numb and swollen.

She recalled the term Ye Ye had mentioned before leaving.

Heat period.

Ding Moyan wasn’t very familiar with this unfamiliar term. Mainly because she rarely read this kind of fiction she only knew that Omegas had ruts, but she hadn’t realized Alphas also had special symptoms.

Ding Moyan tapped open her System Panel to look it up.

[Heat Period: A physiological cycle for Alphas, similar to an Omega’s rut. During this time, Alphas become emotionally sensitive, restless, irritable, and develop deep hostility toward Alphas of the same gender.]

[Alphas in heat have an extremely high demand for Omegas. They generally require pheromones from an Omega with a high compatibility rate to soothe them. The longer an Alpha goes without an Omega’s comfort, the greater the risk of losing control especially for higher-ranked Alphas.

Note: Alphas in heat often experience insecurity, leading to behaviors such as crying, acting clingy, whimpering, or nesting. It is best to have an Omega partner present.]

After reading through all this, Ding Moyan felt drained. She collapsed onto the bed, her eyes dull as she gave up on comforting herself.

A few seconds later, she abruptly sat up, crossing her legs on the bed. She exhaled slowly, pulling her wandering thoughts back into focus.

Crying, acting clingy, whimpering. No matter how she looked at it, it was just embarrassing. Could words like these really apply to her?

Ding Moyan didn’t believe it at all. She flopped onto the bed, propping her chin on one hand, her displeased expression not easing in the slightest.

But before long, another wave of heat surged through her body. Her fair skin flushed pink, her throat dry and hoarse. The gland on the back of her neck swelled, and a sweet scent faintly seeped out. She could clearly sense the changes in her body.

Main Residence, Study

The room was silent. Zong Jia leaned back in her chair, eyes closed as if resting.

Across the desk stood two young women neither tall, both timid. Their legs trembled slightly as they stood on the plush carpet, heads bowed, not daring to look up at the girl seated before them.

“I, I really don’t know, Miss Zong,” one of them finally cracked under the pressure, dropping to her knees. The thick carpet muffled the sound.

These two were nurses from the Capsule Recovery Ward at X Private Central Hospital.

“You were both on duty at the time,” Zong Jia said without opening her eyes, her voice indifferent and unyielding.

“I was in charge of the top three rows, the bottom three weren’t my responsibility! Ask her!” At this critical moment, one nurse quickly shifted the blame to the other.

The other nurse paled. “I did glance over them. None of the capsules were missing. Miss Zong, you can check the surveillance footage.”

“Funny thing that part of the footage is gone. What a coincidence.”

Zong Jia lifted her eyelids, revealing dark, unsettling pupils as her gaze shifted from the nurse on the left to the one on the right. Her voice was icy, laced with weariness: “Your private account inexplicably gained thirty million. Care to explain how that happened?”

The nurse, her face deathly pale, widened her eyes in terror before collapsing weakly to the floor. Her entire body trembled like a mouse caught stealing treats, awaiting the cat’s sharp claws.

The display of fear and panic was too dull to hold Zong Jia’s interest. Without so much as a flicker of her eyelids, she gripped a black pen and scrawled a few lines on paper before tossing it at the nurse’s feet.

“Take this message to her.”

Zong Jia glanced at the grandfather clock in the study, calculating the time, the Inhibitor’s effects were about to wear off.

Having just finished her tasks, she stretched her stiff limbs with a few simple movements.

She turned off the lights, shut the door, and headed upstairs to her bedroom.

The door unlocked with facial recognition, and as Zong Jia stepped inside, an overwhelming wave of pheromones assaulted her senses slightly suffocating. The source of it all was an Alpha curled into a ball beneath the blankets.

Truth be told, this was one of the rare times Zong Jia had been in close proximity to an Alpha in heat.

The muffled whimpers from under the covers were enough to make one’s heart itch. No one would believe that Ding Moyan, the usually upright and proper Alpha, could sound so delicate, so soft, so clingy during her heat hiding under the covers like an Omega.

Zong Jia’s voice softened, gentle as willow catkins: “Ding Moyan.”

“Mmm…”

As the heat intensified, the absence of an Omega left an unbearable emptiness, as if something vital were missing. The rising distress soon gave way to a suffocating weight of negative emotions.

Ding Moyan grew increasingly agitated, her eyes clouded, her rationality crumbling. Her mind fogged over, her vision blurred, and she panted heavily, torn between the urge to wreck the pristine bedsheets and the compulsion to clutch them tightly.

With a pained groan, she curled even tighter beneath the blankets, forming an irregular ball.

An Alpha in heat had hypersensitive hearing. Though the door clicked shut softly, Ding Moyan startled like a frightened rabbit, her eyes burning crimson, almost terrifying as she scrambled away under the covers.

Zong Jia appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly, the sight startled her. Still, she quickly steadied herself and strode toward Ding Moyan with quickening steps.

She released her soothing pheromones, an S-grade temptation for an Alpha in heat.

As Zong Jia drew closer, her pheromones seeped through the blanket, enveloping Ding Moyan.

Ding Moyan stiffened momentarily before her mind short-circuited, as if her body were a broken machine no longer under her control.

Zong Jia was just steps away when, before she could reach the bed, Ding Moyan lunged uncontrollably into her arms. Though Zong Jia had braced herself, the scorching furnace clinging to her made her spine stiffen rigidly.

The crisp, cold scent of plum blossoms spilled from the nape of Zong Jia’s neck, gradually saturating the entire room.

“P-President!” Ding Moyan clung to her, her voice trembling with the edge of tears.

Soon, Ding Moyan was no longer satisfied with simply holding Zong Jia. She followed the scent upward, her soft raven hair brushing against Zong Jia’s jaw as she buried her face into the nape of Zong Jia’s neck, inhaling deeply. The pleasant fragrance filled her nostrils.

The scorching breath against Zong Jia’s neck made her shiver from the sensitivity of her Gland, her breathing growing ragged.

Zong Jia’s hands hovered uncertainly before finally dropping limply to her sides. Her pitch-black pupils, deep as a dried-up well, turned unfathomable, impossible to decipher.

“President,” Ding Moyan clung to Zong Jia, refusing to let go.

For some reason, Ding Moyan’s tear ducts burned, and tears streamed down like an open faucet, falling uncontrollably.

The teardrops landed on Zong Jia’s neck, thoroughly dampening her collar. Zong Jia placed Ding Moyan on the bed, intending to fetch tissues from the dressing room to wipe her tears.

Seeing her about to leave, Ding Moyan hastily grabbed Zong Jia’s wrist. “Don’t go.”

A strong hand firmly gripped Zong Jia’s slender waist, pulling her into an embrace. Then, a familiar and intoxicating scent enveloped her as warm lips pressed against Zong Jia’s cold ones.

Dissatisfied with the temperature of the lips in her arms, the Alpha deepened the kiss, pouring all her passion into it, imprinting her heat onto Zong Jia’s mouth.

“I won’t go,” Zong Jia murmured, her eyes dark and inscrutable.

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