Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 64

Due to Wang Ye’s situation, Ding Moyan was currently staying in the apartment Zong Jia had bought.

The apartment building was located right across from the Rose Workshop, making it extremely convenient for commuting to and from school.

Barefoot on the plush rug, Ding Moyan paced back and forth anxiously, the repetitive dial tone on her phone amplifying her unease, sending her thoughts spiraling.

What was the President doing? Why were both calls unanswered? Did she also think Ding Moyan was a scumbag?

A dull ache throbbed in Ding Moyan’s restless head.

When the third call finally connected, she blurted out immediately, “President, have you seen the latest post on the Academy Official Website?”

“I have.”

Ding Moyan rushed to explain, her words tumbling out in a single breath, “President, you have to believe me, everything on the Academy Official Website is nonsense. I never had any intention of dating Ye Ye!”

The other end listened patiently, responding with a gentle hum.

“And I didn’t even read that note that got passed around,” Ding Moyan insisted, her voice earnest and firm. “I’m not a scumbag Alpha.”

Another simple “Mm” came through, devoid of any discernible emotion. The ambiguity only heightened Ding Moyan’s panic and guilt. Her nerves triggered her gland, pheromones leaking uncontrollably.

Desperate to prove herself, she raised her hand in a vow. “President, I swear, if I’m a scumbag Alpha, may I be struck by lightning!”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a bolt of lightning split the sky with a deafening crack. Ding Moyan flinched, nearly dropping her phone.

Zong Jia’s gaze lowered as she murmured, staring out the hallway window, “Thunder.”

“Y-yes, President, it’s raining here,” Ding Moyan stammered, her frustration unspoken. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky darkened, thick clouds rolling in. Soon, rain poured in sheets, thunder rumbling as droplets pelted the glass.

Ding Moyan swallowed hard, her eyes dampening unnaturally. What kind of cursed luck was this?

Shaking it off, she raised her hand again. “President, that was just a coincidence! I swear, if I’m a scumbag Alpha.”

“No need. Oaths aren’t to be made lightly.” Zong Jia’s cool demeanor softened slightly. She sighed, removing her gold-rimmed glasses to massage her temples, easing her fatigue.

Ding Moyan’s lips quivered like a guilty quail. “President, I’m not a scumbag,” she repeated.

Zong Jia said, “Mm, I believe you.”

“Before this, I’ve never marked another Omega.”

“Mm.”

“President, I, I’ll take responsibility. Really.”

“Okay.”

Without thinking, Ding Moyan blurted out another question: “President, do you like me?”

“I do.” The answer slipped from Zong Jia’s lips almost instantly, so fast it startled even herself.

Unfiltered, unhesitating, the magnetic sincerity in her voice was intoxicating, heart-stirring, enchanting.

Ding Moyan’s chest tightened, her heartbeat skipping. Her cheeks burned, fingers slick with sweat, as if Cupid’s arrow had pierced her flooding her with nervous elation.

Then, a knock sounded at the door.

“Open up.” The voice came through the phone.

“Huh?” Ding Moyan’s heart leaped into her throat.

She instinctively pulled open the door, and a silver-haired girl in a tailored suit came into view. Though she couldn’t believe it, the astonishment in her eyes remained unconcealed as she murmured, “President.”

On the third floor of the Arts Building, in the fine arts section.

“Father, you wanted to see me.” Ding Bai stared expressionlessly at the man on the video call, her tone flat and devoid of emotion, as if speaking to a complete stranger.

The middle-aged man was overweight, with a balding head forming a “Mediterranean” pattern.

His voice was impatient, his small eyes brimming with urgency.

“Ding Moyan and that heir from the Zong family have been.”

“They’ve been getting close,” Ding Bai cut him off in a hushed tone, aware of the sensitive nature of the topic in the crowded arts building.

“Getting close? Xiao Bai, tell me are they really together?”

Ding Bai glanced at him dismissively. “Father, you should be asking Ding Moyan or the Zong family about that. Asking me is pointless. You just want to hear a favorable answer from me, but I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about it.”

At the mention of the Zong family, Ding’s father paled, beads of cold sweat quickly forming on his forehead. Yet he stubbornly insisted, “They can’t be together. Impossible.”

“Enough, Father. Instead of wasting time on this, you should focus on other matters. I heard Ding Yue recently bullied an Omega, the young master of the Ying family.” Ding Bai lifted her eyelids indifferently. “Don’t forget, no matter how much the Ying family has declined or how much they’ve feuded with the royal family, they still have the backing of the Gayas Family.”

“Father, go inform him. He has two choices: either marry the boy through an engagement or get kicked out of the Ding family.”

“But, but!”

Watching the man’s hesitant expression, Ding Bai’s face twisted with disdain. Sometimes, she wished she could be like Ding Moyan bold enough to openly defy the Ding family. Ever since the incident, Moyan hadn’t even returned home. That kind of freedom was enviable in a way she couldn’t quite describe.

Ding Bai’s voice turned icy. Her fingers curled into her palm, nails digging in hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. “Father, you should be grateful. Even if the Ying family’s young master has low pheromone levels and doesn’t meet your or Dad’s expectations, mistakes must be accounted for. I don’t want to be the one bailing him out of the police station again next time.”

“It’s idiotic.”

“Also, I’m busy lately. Unless it’s something important, don’t call me.” Exhaustion laced her tone as she hung up, unwilling to waste more time on meaningless conversations.

At the doorway of the sixth-floor apartment, the two stared at each other.

The silver-haired girl, her hair cascading down to her hips, held a large bouquet of roses in one hand and a light blue suitcase in the other.

“President, why are you back?” Ding Moyan pinched the soft flesh of her thigh discreetly.

Ouch! That hurt!

It was real.

Zong Jia replied calmly, “I received credible intel that you’re about to have your parents called in.”

Ding Moyan’s pupils constricted.

Though she admitted her behavior in class hadn’t been ideal during the recent incident, the main issue had been Ying Shu’s deliberate targeting.

Never mind why Ying Shu had maneuvered her into the A+ class.

What bothered her more was how, during lectures, Ying Shu would watch her with a gaze as cold and slippery as a venomous snake coiling around her.

Ding Moyan felt a chill run down her spine as she recalled Ying Shu’s grim expression.

Back then, Ying Shu had stopped her after class, bringing up the matter of summoning her parents. On the surface, Ding Moyan had agreed nonchalantly, but in her heart, she had already planned to hire someone to pose as a family member.

After all, Ying Shu came from an aristocratic family and likely knew what Ding Moyan’s parents looked like.

Her relationship with the Ding family was currently strained, especially after the banquet for the matriarch’s return. Her absence had been seized upon by certain scheming relatives, who accused her of being unfilial. At the time, she had stayed at Ye Ye’s place to avoid the fallout from the original host’s future misfortunes.

The tangled web of relationships within the Ding family was a troublesome affair some of it wasn’t even documented in the original novel. To make matters worse, rumors had inexplicably spread among high society about her beating up Ding Yue and getting him sent to the police station. Now, the family suspected it was her doing.

Her best course of action was to avoid going back altogether.

So, she had arranged for a fake cousin to stand in for her.

“Can I be your guardian?”

Zong Jia’s voice snapped Ding Moyan out of her thoughts.

Meeting Zong Jia’s earnest gaze, Ding Moyan’s words stumbled unexpectedly. “Y-yes, you can.”

Zong Jia stepped inside. “Given your Omega status.”

Ding Moyan’s heart pounded, her eyelids fluttering slightly.

She stood frozen at the doorway, watching the girl enter, then nodded as if bewitched. “Okay.”

Zong Jia’s beauty was striking yet aloof, her every movement exuding nobility. The aura of artistry and intellect around her was irresistibly captivating simply standing there made it impossible for others to look away.

The President is so beautiful.

Every smile and glance seemed to pull people into a whirlpool they couldn’t escape.

Zong Jia inhaled the heavy scent of white lotus in the room, her eyes darkening as a cryptic smile curved her lips. “Moyan, come inside.”

Ding Moyan’s vision gradually focused, her ears tinged with a faint blush. She quickly closed the door and turned to stand beside Zong Jia.

Setting down her luggage, Zong Jia handed Ding Moyan a large bouquet of red roses.

“P-President,” Ding Moyan murmured, her eyes filled with awe as she pointed at the vibrant blooms. “Are these for me?”

“Mn.” Zong Jia nodded, leaning close to her ear. “Happy birthday.”

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