Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 61

The room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, the intertwining scents of cold winter plum and fragrant white lotus entwining in the air.

The scorching heat seemed intent on melting that icy winter plum, dissolving her completely, devouring her whole.

Zong Jia was initially forced to endure this kiss that made her heart race and tremble. She could no longer think of anything else, surrendering to the other’s wanton plunder of her lips.

Zong Jia was a quick learner. Her slender hands had somehow found their way to Ding Moyan’s shoulders.

Seizing the moment, she took control, pressing forward to kiss Ding Moyan, claiming her breath.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sky darkened, and the room’s lighting system automatically cast a soft glow.

Sweet sounds hummed in the air, the faint light spilling over their bodies, painting a scene both beautiful and harmonious.

Zong Jia’s pheromones were overwhelmingly potent, so much so that Ding Moyan’s breathing grew labored. Dazed, she tried to struggle, only to be met with an even more domineering kiss that claimed her mouth entirely.

A full six or seven minutes passed before Zong Jia finally released Ding Moyan, who collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath.

After resting for a few minutes, Ding Moyan was lively again, the soothing effect of the Omega’s pheromones easing the ache in her heart.

Night had fallen, and Zong Jia, out of habit, prepared to take a shower. Glancing at the figure on the bed, she hesitated, deciding to bring Ding Moyan along.

Zong Jia needed to gather towels and shampoo from the vanity.

But before she could take a single step.

A pair of strong legs wrapped tightly around her waist. Ding Moyan nuzzled against her like a clingy puppy, pinning her in place.

Drenched in sweat, her forehead glistening, her voice hoarse from crying, Ding Moyan gazed up at Zong Jia with teary eyes.

Her ears drooped, her nose whimpering as she pouted and mumbled, “Don’t go.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave you.” Zong Jia mimicked the mothers in her family, ruffling Ding Moyan’s hair. “We’ll go shower together.”

Ding Moyan clung to Zong Jia’s shoulder, letting out a soft “Mm” as if she understood. Her eyes inadvertently landed on the pale nape of Zong Jia’s neck, and her fangs itched with the urge to sink into that fragrant spot.

Acting on impulse, Ding Moyan parted her lips and, while Zong Jia was soothing her, blinked before biting down.

The bite was deep, and instinctively, she injected her own pheromones into the gland. The scent of white lotus grew even stronger.

Zong Jia’s mind fogged over. When she came to her senses, an inexplicable terror seized her. The unfamiliar pheromones invading her gland sent her heart pounding wildly.

Her blood boiled. Fighting back the fear and rising desire, Zong Jia struggled to push Ding Moyan away.

But Ding Moyan sensed it first, biting down harder and flooding her gland with a surge of pheromones, numbing her nerves.

Her limbs went limp, her head exploding with a mix of pain, numbness, pleasure, and excitement sensations too complex to describe.

Zong Jia’s mind turned to mush.

Soon, she lost consciousness, sinking into darkness.

Seeing the person beneath her motionless, unable to resist or escape, Ding Moyan reluctantly loosened her teeth, her pink tongue licking the blood from her lips and the wound on Zong Jia’s nape.

“Mine. All mine.”

Early morning.

Zong Jia’s eyelids fluttered slightly as she stirred, her body aching with every movement. A faint frown creased her brows as she slowed her motions, gradually sitting up.

She closed her eyes, pressing her fingertips to her temples to ease the fatigue and discomfort.

Then she opened them again, her gaze lowering to the person sleeping soundly on the bed. A dark expression flickered across Zong Jia’s face as if recalling something unpleasant. The throbbing pain from the gland on her nape pricked at her nerves, a constant reminder that Ding Moyan had marked her.

Zong Jia raised a hand, carefully touching her gland. The pain flared instantly, and she hissed softly her nape was still slightly swollen.

One bite wasn’t enough, and it had been so vicious.

At her core, Zong Jia had a vengeful streak. Seeing the other woman sleeping so peacefully with no intention of waking, a surge of irritation swelled in her chest. She reached out, yanking Ding Moyan up, pushing aside the long hair covering her gland, and sank her teeth into the spot.

“Ow!” Ding Moyan jolted awake with a pained grimace.

Zong Jia bit hard, but with precision, avoiding critical damage. An Alpha’s gland couldn’t be marked by an Omega instead, a misplaced bite could harm it.

All she could leave was a temporary imprint of her own.

“You’re mine now,” Zong Jia murmured, licking her moistened lips, savoring the lingering fragrance of white lotus.

Her low, magnetic voice seeped into Ding Moyan’s ears, soothing the restless energy in her chest.

The sudden heat period had dragged on for five full days before finally subsiding. Ding Moyan regained full clarity by noon.

She emerged from a pile of the President’s clothes, refreshed like a well-fed cat, stretching luxuriously on the bed.

Ding Moyan exhaled deeply, scratching her head and rubbing her eyes as she took in her surroundings.

The bed was a mess, strewn with the President’s clothes and pants evidence of just how wild and shameless she had been these past few days.

Ding Moyan was stunned. She hadn’t realized an Alpha in heat could lose all rationality to this extent.

At least Ye Ye had left. Ding Moyan felt a flicker of relief had the Omega stayed in the same room with her during her heat, something terrible might have happened.

“Tch.”

She sighed, about to get up and wash her face.

When a sudden flash of memory froze her mid-motion. Her eyes widened as she scanned the room in disbelief.

Ding Moyan abruptly shattered.

“President.”

“Don’t go.”

“Don’t leave me.”

Had she cried and clung to the President?

Had she kissed the President? Bitten her?

Had she marked the President?!

Ding Moyan swallowed hard. She was so screwed.

Her head drooped slightly, and a sharp pain from the gland on her nape snapped her back to reality.

The gland.

She hurried to the bathroom, where a large mirror hung above the sink.

Pulling back her long hair, she examined her reflection her gland bore a dark bruise from teeth marks. The lingering numbness and pain at the back of her neck confirmed the foolishness she had committed.

There, imprinted on her skin, was a bite mark left by the President.

Ding Moyan quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, then guiltily ran to the bed and burrowed under the covers.

She remembered the worldview of this book, an omega’s lifelong mark could only happen once. If an alpha marked an omega, that omega would become the alpha’s possession. If the alpha abandoned the omega, most omegas would go mad from being unable to endure their heat cycles.

After being marked, an omega would naturally emit the alpha’s scent, which would repel other alphas with ill intentions. This was why abandoned omegas couldn’t seek another alpha to help them through their heat.

So, was the mark she left on the president permanent or temporary?

Ding Moyan pondered this, but no matter what, things had reached this point, and she had to take responsibility.

Still, why did her teeth have to be so unruly? Ding Moyan really wanted to slap herself.

As she was berating herself, her phone chimed with a special notification from the official website. Ding Moyan swiftly sat up and checked the newly posted message.

A+ Class Division List

Despite the student fatality incident at the Rose Workshop, the A+ class division for this year’s first-years hadn’t been suspended for long and proceeded as usual.

Ding Moyan stared at the A+ class list published on the official website, slightly stunned.

Why was her name on this list? Logically, she had missed the second practical exam, and since practical scores carried significant weight, she shouldn’t have qualified.

She continued scrolling down and saw Ye Ye, Ding Bai, and Yu Sisi at the bottom.

Ding Bai and Yu Sisi making the list made sense their grades were excellent, ranking first and second in their year, respectively.

As for Ye Ye, like her, she had missed the second practical exam.

Both her and Ye Ye making it into the A+ class was somewhat unbelievable.

“What are you looking at?” Zong Jia’s voice came through.

Ding Moyan looked up, shifting her gaze from the phone screen to the source of the voice.

Zong Jia had somehow entered the room unnoticed. Dressed in a pristine white command military uniform paired with black boots that clicked firmly with each step, she held a military cap in her left hand. Her expression was cool and composed, with a few strands of hair left loose in the front while the rest was neatly pulled back, giving her a sharp, capable, and heroic appearance.

Watching the president in her military attire, Ding Moyan swallowed the warm water in her throat, unable to help but marvel inwardly at how strikingly handsome the president looked in this new style.

Still, Ding Moyan couldn’t shake a faint sense of unease. It was unthinkable, she had actually bitten the president’s gland, marking someone so beautiful. Looking at Zong Jia’s face, Ding Moyan couldn’t help but feel a pang of shame.

Noticing her dazed expression, Zong Jia curled her lips slightly and called, “Ding Moyan.”

“President,” Ding Moyan snapped back to attention, meeting her eyes. “I was looking at the A+ class list.”

“Hmm, is there a problem?” Zong Jia picked up a glass teacup and sat on the soft chair.

“Why was I assigned to the A+ class?”

Zong Jia replied, “The A+ class instructor specifically requested you.”

The A+ class instructor? That Ying Shu!

Ding Moyan recalled the carefree and mischievous woman, her expression freezing momentarily as a shiver ran down her spine. From their first meeting, Ding Moyan had sensed that this person was full of cunning schemes. After reading the character introduction on the System Panel, she learned that while Ying Shu had an excellent relationship with the president, she was also a smiling tiger who wouldn’t hesitate to stab someone in the back.

“I need to go on a trip for some business. If you have anything urgent, just contact me by phone,” Zong Jia said.

“President, where are you going?”

Zong Jia: “The Interstellar Mecha Competition is about to start. I’m the academy’s chief representative this time, so I need to make a trip to the Third Star System.”

“Tomorrow is the A+ class registration at 6:30 AM. The driver will be waiting downstairs for you.” Zong Jia paused, then stood up. “I’ll take my leave now. Your heat period just ended, so rest well.”

Ding Moyan gritted her teeth secretly before raising her head and speaking up: “President.”

Zong Jia’s gaze fell calmly upon her. “What is it?”

“Um, well! I’m sorry.”

Ding Moyan’s cheeks flushed as she stammered out honestly, “I, I’ll take responsibility.”

“Yu Sisi, listen, based on my deduction, I think—”

“There’s nothing to think about.” Yu Sisi’s expression was grave, her right eyelid twitching. An uneasy, ominous feeling weighed on her heart, this premonition was particularly strong. She couldn’t shake the sense that if they dug any deeper, something terrible might happen.

Her eyes swept around before she lowered her voice. “Zou Ye’s death was covered up by the Zou family. You’re not deeply involved in this matter, so stay out of it while you still can.”

“Yu Sisi, I can’t actually walk away from this.” Yu Sisi’s words halted Ye Ye’s train of thought mid-sentence. Ye Ye’s lips trembled before she finally forced a bitter smile and murmured, “I don’t want to carry this shackle that could kill me at any moment.”

Seeing the other girl’s unstable emotions and despondent demeanor, Yu Sisi felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

The scene fell into silence. The two of them stared at each other wordlessly, the atmosphere slightly awkward and bordering on cold.

Yu Sisi’s long lashes fluttered, her once-bright eyes now dim. Her slender fingers fiddled with the smooth beads wrapped around her other wrist.

After a long pause, Ye Ye couldn’t hold back any longer. She poked Yu Sisi’s arm, which rested on her shoulder. “Yu Sisi, why aren’t you saying anything?”

Yu Sisi replied stiffly, “What is there to say?”

The door to the A+ classroom swung open, and a striking figure walked in.

At the sight of the newcomer, Ye Ye who had been chatting with her deskmate brightened instantly. She stood up abruptly and waved at Ding Moyan.

But as Ding Moyan approached, the name Ye Ye had been about to call out stuck in her throat. Two pairs of eyes locked onto the bite mark exposed on the back of Ding Moyan’s neck, forcing the words back down unspoken.

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