Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 65.3

“Do you think I want you to?” she snapped. “If you had any ambition, if you’d climbed high enough to reach the Zong family, do you think the Dings would dare threaten us? But no, not only are you useless, you even let that Ding bastard mark you!”

Ying Chen clutched his gland, biting his lip in humiliation. Tears spilled from his eyes, streaking down his cheeks onto the sheets. His fists clenched, face twisting in resentment as he redirected his hatred onto someone else. “Ying Shu just can’t stand to see me happy. She wouldn’t lift a finger.”

“Enough,” the woman said sharply, brows furrowing. “Don’t mention her name again. This is how it has to be your mistake is in the Dings’ hands. I’ll contact them.”

“Mom!” Ying Chen’s voice was hoarse. The thought of being marked by that green-haired bastard made his chest tighten with misery.

Seeing her son’s tear-streaked face, the woman’s heart ached. She cupped his cheeks gently, softening her tone. “Ah Chen, this is just a temporary measure. An engagement isn’t a marriage. Later, if you find a better, stronger Alpha, the Dings won’t be able to stop you.”

Meanwhile, at the Ding family’s main residence, Ding Yue knelt in the courtyard, letting the heavy rain soak his battered body.

He wailed pitifully, “Grandma! I was wrong!”

“I really didn’t know he was from the Ying family!”

The Ding family’s main residence resembled a traditional courtyard house. Ding Yue knelt at the center, facing the main hall directly.

The members of the Ding family in the hall exchanged uneasy glances at the scene. After Old Mrs. Ding’s warning cough, they averted their eyes, lowering their heads to sip tea and nibble on snacks, pretending not to see or hear anything.

The Ding family head couldn’t help but speak up with a pained expression, “Mother.”

“Let him kneel,” Old Mrs. Ding declared. Despite her advanced age, her complexion was rosy, her eyes sharp and bright, her spirit undiminished.

“Mother, Yueyue is still young and doesn’t know better. Please forgive him this once,” the family head pleaded.

Twisting his plump body, the Ding family head suddenly paled when he noticed the rainwater washing away traces of bright red blood. “Mother, he’s the only Alpha in the main family.”

“Moyan is also an Alpha your daughter, and a high-ranking one at that. My granddaughter.” The old lady’s cane struck the ground with a heavy thud, leaving a circular dent. Leaning on it, her gaze remained fierce, her presence as formidable as ever.

Old Mrs. Ding’s blunt statement silenced the family head. His heart was conflicted, on one hand, he wanted to use Ding Moyan to forge ties with the main lineage, but on the other, he feared that with backing, she might rise against him. The incident involving her mother years ago still weighed on her, and her resentment toward him had never faded. The schemes she plotted behind his back were not unknown to him.

He had tried, but her heart was as cold as stone unyielding, impossible to warm.

So he had given up. If she couldn’t be controlled and would only become a hidden threat, he’d rather sever ties with the main lineage than allow such a danger to persist.

Old Mrs. Ding slowly shifted her gaze. Punishing Ding Yue was, in truth, a warning to the other unruly members of the family, a lesson for those who dared to act out despite their lack of capability, disregarding the family rules.

Just then, a man in a suit approached from behind, helping Old Mrs. Ding to her seat. He lifted his eyes, giving the family head a meaningful look.

The family head understood, the Ying family had agreed. “Yueyue’s actions were indeed lacking, but the Ying family has no intention of taking this to the interstellar court. They’ve proposed an engagement between the two children first, with marriage to follow after graduation.”

“An engagement? To Ying Chen, that low-ranking Omega?”

“Yes, Mother.” The family head relayed his wife’s words tactfully to Old Mrs. Ding. “Though the Ying family has fallen into disrepute, they still have marital ties to the Geyas Family. Abai and Ding Moyan are currently in the A+ class at the Rose Workshop, and their mentor is the daughter of General Geyas. If he and Yueyue marry, Yueyue would gain a cousin in high standing.”

Old Mrs. Ding’s furrowed brow relaxed slightly as she fixed her gaze on the young man kneeling in the rain.

Ding Yue’s fashion sense was unconventional, but beneath the makeup, his features were plain yet pleasant exactly the type Omegas tended to favor. Originally, she had planned to use him for a marriage alliance with the royal family. Even though the monarchy’s power had waned, with the government now holding most authority, in Old Mrs. Ding’s eyes, the royal family remained a prestigious match.

Everything had been arranged only for her own side to ruin it at the last moment.

But an alliance with the Ying family? It made all the years of expectations she’d placed on Ding Yue feel like a waste.

At this thought, Old Mrs. Ding’s expression darkened. She sighed deeply, her frustration with her grandson boiling over.

Ding Yue’s forehead was slick with a mix of cold sweat and rain. He didn’t dare move, knowing that shifting his knees would drag the gravel embedded in his flesh, sending sharp pain shooting through him.

“Mother, about this matter.” The head of the Ding family, his cheek still bearing the mark of a slap, cast a pained glance at his son kneeling in the downpour, his lips trembling slightly.

Old Mrs. Ding remained silent for a long while before giving a slight nod, her tone devoid of emotion. “The engagement will take place next week.”

A flicker of relief crossed the Ding family head’s face, knowing the matter was settled for now. Though he, like his father, held little regard for this marriage of questionable value, it was a necessary compromise. In the ever-shifting landscape of high society, the Ding family had too many eyes watching their every move. They couldn’t afford any missteps.

The heavy rain continued to pour as Old Mrs. Ding rose with the aid of her cane. The damp, oppressive air unsettled the few alert individuals present, stirring an unspoken unease.

The main city district hadn’t seen such a storm in years. Ominous signs often preceded misfortune.

The temperature in the air dropped steadily, and a chilling gust of wind sent a shiver down everyone’s spine.

Before leaving, Old Mrs. Ding added, “Remember to call Moyan over.”

The smile that had just begun to form on the Ding family head’s face froze, his expression darkening instantly, as if the mere mention of that name dredged up deep-seated resentment.

Reluctantly, he pulled out his phone. Even if he loathed the sight of that nuisance, he couldn’t defy his mother’s wishes.

[November 6, Overcast.

Today is my birthday. I’d forgotten, it’s been so long since I celebrated in reality. But luckily, the President came. She brought a bouquet of roses. I counted them ninety-nine in total, about forty centimeters wide.

The flowers were beautiful. I loved them. The cake the President made was delicious too. And the President herself. I think I like her as well.]

At the end, Ding Moyan had drawn two tiny hearts.

She had a habit of recording interesting events, a practice she’d maintained since childhood. It was her way of proving that even if she died, she’d left traces of her existence in this world. She had lived.

Ding Moyan closed the password-protected notebook and tucked it into her desk drawer.

Outside, the weather remained gloomy, the rain pouring relentlessly.

Resting her chin on her hand, Ding Moyan gazed at the rain-soaked scenery beyond the window, her expression inexplicably weary.

A notification chimed on her phone, piquing her interest. She murmured as she read, “Invitation to Ding Yue’s engagement.”

Ding Yue wasn’t he Ding Bai’s younger brother? That scumbag Alpha she’d beaten up in the alley. Now he was getting engaged? Which poor Omega had the misfortune of being matched with him?

Chewing on a cranberry biscuit, Ding Moyan silently skimmed the message from her so-called father their last exchange had been months ago, before she’d transmigrated into this body.

The engagement was scheduled for next week. A quick glance at the calendar confirmed it fell during Rose Workshop’s holiday break.

What good could possibly come from attending Ding Yue’s engagement? Suspicion gnawed at her as she considered her father’s sudden invitation.

She typed out a reply: Busy. Not going.

The message was marked as read instantly, followed by a swift response: Old Mrs. Ding requested your presence.

Old Mrs. Ding had invited her. Ding Moyan tapped her fingers on the desk. Though she had never met the old lady, she knew from the original novel that the matriarch held her in high regard.

She opened the System Panel and searched for Old Mrs. Ding’s profile.

[Name: Zhang Cen

Identity: Matriarch of the Ding Family

Gender: Female Beta → Female Omega

Pheromone: Fresh Grass

Personality: Undetected

Experimental Subject: No. 36 / Success]

Experimental Subject No. 36 successful, a Beta transformed into an Omega. Ding Moyan’s heart skipped a beat, her gaze locked onto those words.

The experiment had succeeded. Old Mrs. Ding was an experimental subject, No. 36. She must have been one of the earliest. Ding Moyan gasped, her eyes wide with shock. After a moment of contemplation, a chill ran down her spine.

She tapped the “Save & Archive” option on the System Panel before flipping open a book half the size of her palm.

This was a lineage album of aristocratic heirs she had borrowed from the library earlier. She cross-referenced the profiles of Old Mrs. Ding’s generation with the Original Novel Character introductions in the system, skipping those she couldn’t find. Even so, it took her over an hour to go through them all.

But her efforts weren’t in vain.

[Name: Klay Geyas

Identity: Former Head of the Geyas Family / General of the First Legion

Gender: Male Omega → Male Alpha (System Error)

Pheromone: Rust (System Error)

Personality: Undetected

Experimental Subject: No. 02 / Failure

Age at Death: 36]

This was an experiment to transform an Omega into an Alpha. Experimental Subject No. 02 Klay Geyas was likely Ying Shu’s grandfather. She had heard his name mentioned by the system before, a character from the original novel’s side story involving the old master of the Zou family and General Klay.

The plot had been melodramatic, and she had told the system to stop when she heard about the “substitute trope.”

Ding Moyan regretted it bitterly. After Zou Ye’s death, the original novel section in the System Panel had been locked, making it impossible to revisit now. She cursed herself for being so dismissive even if she didn’t like that genre, listening wouldn’t have killed her.

Now what? The lead she had painstakingly uncovered had gone cold again.

Beep beep. Ding Moyan picked up her phone. The contact labeled “Cheap Father” had sent four or five messages in a row.

Cheap Father: You there?

Cheap Father: Still alive?

Cheap Father: Are you going or not? Reply.

Cheap Father: Ding Moyan, you’ve got some nerve.

Cheap Father: Playing dead, are you?

Ding Moyan licked her lips, hesitating before typing a reply: I’ll go.

She still had to return to the Ding family.

Cheap Father: Good. You’re Ding Yue’s older sister. Don’t be late and embarrass us.

Ding Moyan: …

Ding Moyan: Isn’t Ding Bai Ding Yue’s older sister?

She screenshotted their previous conversation and sent it back to her “cheap father.”

: [Image]

Ding Moyan: “Take a good look. This is me severing our father-daughter relationship.”

No sooner had the message been sent than the phone rang her so-called father calling. Ding Moyan smirked coldly, pressing the end call button before shutting off her phone completely.

It was getting late, yet the President still hadn’t woken up. Slightly surprised, Ding Moyan returned to the bedside.

She pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed where Zong Jia slept.

The President’s breathing was steady, still deep in slumber not even the sound of the chair being moved had disturbed her. Perhaps the exhaustion from yesterday’s long journey had left faint dark circles under her eyes, making her look utterly drained.

Ding Moyan silently studied the President’s profile flawless, nearly devoid of any imperfection. The lingering pheromones of Winter Plum and White Lotus intertwined in the air, adding an ambiguous tension to the room.

Holding her breath, her slender fingers unconsciously brushed against the corner of Zong Jia’s eye, leaving behind a faint flush.

As she did this, Ding Moyan’s expression was uneasy, her gaze cautious as she watched for any sign of the President waking.

But Zong Jia remained deeply asleep, completely unaware. Seeing this, Ding Moyan relaxed slightly.

Her eyes lingered on Zong Jia’s serene, beautiful face.

The beauty lay nestled in the soft bedding, her silver-white hair cascading across the plush mattress, half-covering her cheeks tranquil and enchanting, like a sleeping princess in a castle. The tension in Ding Moyan’s heart gradually eased.

Spellbound, she leaned down, her warm breath brushing against the President’s fair skin. Her lips hovered near the sleeping beauty’s ear as she whispered, daring and soft: “Zong Jia.

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