Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 63

‘Sweet little Omega flirts in class, school’s President-branded beauty personally marked Ding Moyan’s happy dilemma, official dog food, guaranteed to fill you up!’

“Cough, cough!” Ding Moyan jolted upright, the cookie in her mouth lodging in her throat, making her choke. She patted her chest and instinctively grabbed a glass of water, taking small sips to soothe the discomfort.

After a while, once the blockage in her throat had cleared, Ding Moyan drank some more water, finally feeling better.

The new trending topic on the official website had already piled up several pages. Ding Moyan clicked in, only to find discussions not just about Ye Ye’s confession and the bite mark on her gland, but also comments calling her a scumbag, with President Ye Ye and others supposedly throwing themselves at her.

The sight twisted Ding Moyan’s expression. Sometimes, she wondered if these people had nothing better to do.

She fired back at each one, along with the standard report-and-block service.

Ye Ye’s note was still tucked in her desk. As for what it said, she hadn’t read it yet.

Though she’d initially believed the front-row boy’s claim about a confession, upon reflection, Ye Ye probably wouldn’t be foolish enough to do something so brazen after figuring out she’d marked the President.

Ding Moyan pursed her lips, cradling the porcelain cup in both hands, still a little shaken.

After biting the President’s gland, she’d grown even more sensitive to Zong Jia’s scent. The lingering winter plum fragrance at the nape of her neck hadn’t faded, subtly clouding her thoughts.

In the past, she’d treated such posts with amusement, casually munching on melon seeds while commenting. But now, the moment she saw them, Zong Jia’s frail figure surfaced in her mind.

Ding Moyan sniffled, biting her lower lip as she rubbed her eyes. Maybe it was the pheromones pulling at her, just maybe.

As for the rest, she’d deal with it later. For now, living in the moment was better.

Having sorted her thoughts, Ding Moyan stood up, intending to brew some tea.

This packet of red tea leaves was a gift from the President, reportedly a special cultivar from the Blue Star Botanical Research Lab.

Ding Moyan steeped the tea and sipped it slowly.

With nothing else to do, the afternoon holiday felt unusually long. Sipping tea while scrolling through her phone, she suddenly froze mid-scroll.

Would Zong Jia have seen this trending topic too?

The thought sent a jolt through her heart.

Would the President think she was a scumbag Alpha?

Marking the President one moment, only for rumors like this to explode the next.

No way, she wasn’t a scumbag Alpha.

Ding Moyan’s brows furrowed as she paced the room. After a long while, she came up with what she thought was a viable solution.

She pulled out her phone to call the President and clarify, she wasn’t a scumbag.

President’s Office

The thick curtains were drawn, and the dimmest setting of the overhead lights cast a gloomy, stifling atmosphere.

A golden-curled girl sat rigidly on the small leather guest sofa, her face icy.

Her fingers trembled with anger as she typed, but she refused to retreat from the front lines.

[Heard Ye Ye passed a love note during Professor Ying’s class.]

[So romantic and bold.]

[Damn, daring to pull stunts in Professor Ying’s class? Not afraid of getting caught?]

[Reply to above: She did get caught. Not only that, but Professor Ying made Ding Moyan copy problems fifty times as punishment.]

[My heart aches. Lighting a candle.]

The girl scrolled further down, where a flood of candle emojis followed. Her lips pressed into a thin line, a cold sneer flashing in her eyes.

[Lighting a candle +1]

[+2+2]

[That being said, don’t you think a paper love letter is kind of tacky?]

[To the 199th-floor commenter, what do you know? A paper love letter is about nostalgia, it’s art.]

[Ye Ye is a good person, and of course, the President is great too. How is Ding Moyan so lucky?]

[Don’t just lump anyone together with the President. Look at Ding Moyan does that scum even deserve it?]

[Oh-ho-ho, as if you do.]

[You deserve it, you deserve it, fine, you deserve it.]

[Ignore this ID “Kai” person. I think she’s just sour grapes.]

[Agree with the above. Can we report her comments? They’re disgusting.]

The girl’s grip on her phone tightened, veins bulging as she glared darkly at the video of the President and Ding Moyan interacting.

Ding-dong.

Seeing the caller ID, the stormy expression on her face eased slightly. She answered immediately, her tone shifting to one of deference.

The President’s voice came through the phone, “Karina.”

The girl carefully held the phone and moved to a corner, her eyes submissive as she replied softly, “President.”

“Understood.” Listening to the instructions on the other end, Karina nodded in acknowledgment.

“Got it. I’ll handle it.”

Just before hanging up, Karina for some reason, felt compelled to ask Zong Jia for confirmation about a certain matter.

The line fell silent for half a minute and Karina’s mood sank along with it.

After a long pause, the President answered, “Yes.”

Her voice was flat, devoid of inflection, yet the listener’s heart plummeted to the depths. Her face cycled through a myriad of colors like spilled paint.

The call ended.

In the dimly lit room, only the girl’s solitary figure remained. The air was thick with the pungent scent of alcohol.

Her gaze dropped, staring despondently at the distorted shadow on the floor. Her fists clenched beneath her sleeves, eyes brimming with sorrow and resignation.

Ding Moyan had marked the President.

In just a few short days of not seeing each other, so much had changed.

It felt as though the world had shifted irreversibly. The President was no longer just her President, she had been marked. She belonged to another Alpha now.

A bitter smile curled at Karina’s lips. Her heart swelled with anguish, her eyes stinging with unshed tears of jealousy.

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