Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 66

The room was extremely quiet, with only the sound of rain against the window and the soft breaths of those inside breaking the silence.

Ding Moyan touched her own lips, then her gaze drifted to the lips of the sleeping President.

White teeth and rosy lips, Ding Moyan couldn’t resist leaning in to give them a quick, gentle pinch. The fleeting touch was as soft as cotton, and something inside her stirred quietly. Covering her face with her hands, she let out a silent, silly giggle.

Ding Moyan couldn’t help but inwardly scold herself was she some kind of shameless little pervert? These sneaky little actions were truly too embarrassing to admit.

Peeking through the gaps between her fingers, she stole another glance at the President’s serene face noble, pure, her faintly pink cheeks no longer as pale and lifeless as usual.

Just the sight of her sleeping, exuding such a rich, classical elegance, made her seem like a beautiful painting. Ding Moyan’s eyes lingered for a few more seconds before she felt she was being too bold.

She was guilty Ding Moyan felt as though she were defiling a divine visage.

She remained crouched by the bed, closing her eyes.

Zong Jia tilted her head slightly, observing the satisfied little kitten beside her. At that moment, the kitten’s eyes were misty, and she licked her lips as if she had tasted something delicious.

Zong Jia picked Ding Moyan up, looking down at the girl in her arms with a mix of amusement and exasperation. The bed was so big, yet she insisted on kneeling on the floor, arms draped over the edge, sleeping in such an awkward position uncomfortable and likely to cause bloating.

The girl in her arms was light, her waist soft. Despite being an Alpha, carrying her required no effort at all. Zong Jia gently placed her on the bed.

As she was being moved, Ding Moyan let out a faint, unconscious whimper and shifted slightly, but showed no signs of waking.

Now, it was Zong Jia’s turn to sit by the bedside. The blackout curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was unlit, shrouded in darkness. In the dimness, Zong Jia’s senses sharpened. She gazed at the Alpha on the bed, each glance feeling like drinking poison to quench thirst.

After washing up, Zong Jia sat by the bed, watching Ding Moyan’s sleeping face for a long while before reluctantly leaving to attend to other matters.

She changed her clothes today, Zong Jia wore a khaki trench coat, abandoning her usual formal suit.

The suitcase she had brought with her was filled mostly with books; she hadn’t packed many clothes, as she could always buy more later.

Her coat from yesterday had gotten dirty, and with urgent matters pressing, she had no choice but to borrow Ding Moyan’s trench coat.

Ding Moyan’s frame was slightly larger, making the coat a bit loose on her, but it didn’t look bad.

Zong Jia put on her gold-rimmed glasses and stood before the mirror, studying herself. Her lashes lowered slightly, and behind the lenses, her eyes were like deep, unfathomable pools. A faint smile touched her lips, but her eyes remained utterly cold.

Rose Workshop, Dean’s Office.

When Zong Jia entered the office, the three people inside had already been waiting for some time.

With a sweeping glance, she took in the scene: the white-haired old dean, the young head instructor, and the young officer seated between them none other than Mo Tang, the lead officer who had once visited the Zong family.

At the sight of Mo Tang, a chill passed through Zong Jia’s heart.

Seeing the key figure arrive, the three rose to their feet.

“Dean, mentor, and Officer Mo.” Zong Jia nodded slightly.

Mo Tang spoke in a deep voice, “We meet again, Miss Zong.”

“Little Miss Zong, please have a seat.” The white-haired old man’s cheeks crinkled like chrysanthemums when he smiled.

The four of them took their seats, the atmosphere subtly tense. Though everyone present held high status, there was an undercurrent of rivalry between Zong Jia and Officer Mo Tang. The dean, however, remained jovial, rising to pour tea for the group.

The head mentor was the first to speak. “Student Zong, we’ve called you here today regarding the A-Potion and Jiang Pei’s cause of death.”

Zong Jia’s hand, which had been about to sip her tea, paused mid-air. Her lashes lifted, her gaze icy as it settled on the young woman who had spoken.

The head mentor tensed, her throat tightening under the scrutiny. She had recently transferred from another Engineering Institute to oversee academic progress and safety here, unaware of Zong Jia’s influence and the sheer dominance of her rank. Facing this Omega now, she suddenly felt breathless and uneasy.

Zong Jia didn’t respond, waiting instead for the dean and Officer Mo to continue.

The dean cleared his throat. “Little Ding, given the gravity of the situation, the police department requires your cooperation.”

Zong Jia replied, “Then let’s be direct. What exactly do you want from me?”

Mo Tang took a sip of tea. “We need to detain and investigate those involved in this incident for a period of time.”

Zong Jia weighed his words. “Detain and investigate for a period of time.”

Detention for investigation was a newly enacted law this year. Officers had to apply for approval before enforcing it.

The process involved holding suspects related to a case in special police quarters, each under the supervision of an officer.

This method was typically used in cases involving illegal potion and gland trafficking, as detaining those involved disrupted the criminals’ operations.

Mo Tang nodded. “Yes.”

“Can I know how long this ‘period of time’ will be?”

Mo Tang answered, “The investigation order lasts approximately two weeks. If nothing suspicious is found regarding you, you may leave early.”

Zong Jia responded, “Hmm.”

The head mentor added, “Additionally, Student Zong, while you’re under investigation, you likely won’t be able to handle many of the Student Union’s affairs.”

“So, you want me to step down as Student Union President? Or ”

The head mentor’s fingers curled slightly. The overwhelming pressure of Zong Jia’s pheromones made her heart race, her eyes bloodshot, her entire body protesting in discomfort.

She quickly clarified, “We’re not asking you to resign. It’s just that until you return, someone else will need to temporarily manage the Student Union’s responsibilities.”

Zong Jia stood, her gaze cool as it settled on the young woman on the sofa.

Her eyes were calm yet carried an air of superiority. Just as the head mentor thought Zong Jia would refuse, she spoke.

Zong Jia’s lips, pressed into a deep red, parted slightly as she uttered a single word: “Fine.”

The moment she spoke, Mo Tang looked at her with rare directness.

Not out of suspicion toward her agreement, but to discern what ulterior motives lay beneath it.

The tea on the table had gone cold. The white-haired dean sighed regretfully at the wasted high-quality leaves.

Zong Jia stood up, the faint blue veins beneath her pale neck subtly visible. It was strange to see someone so imposing appear rather fragile.

Zong Jia spoke, “However, I have one more condition.”

The dean and the head mentor felt their hearts tighten, cold sweat seeping down their backs. In contrast, Mo Tang calmly sipped his now-cooled tea.

A cold wind swept through the dim city as the rain beneath the clouds gradually lightened.

Ying Shu reached out, her slender fingers extending beyond the umbrella. Raindrops sliding off the canopy brushed past her fingertips, leaving only faint traces of moisture.

Her mood was particularly irritable, she hated this rain, this damp weather.

Staying under the umbrella gave her a suffocating feeling, unbearably uncomfortable.

Ying Shu quickened her pace, walking through the curtain of rain for several minutes before finally reaching the reserved private room.

The room was simple yet elegantly quiet. As Ying Shu surveyed her surroundings, she couldn’t help but admire his taste. When her gaze landed on the host brewing tea, her impression softened further.

“Professor Ying,” Zong Mu greeted her with a smile.

Ying Shu dusted off her clothes and got straight to the point. “Student Zong Mu, what’s this about? If you don’t give me a good reason, I won’t be happy.”

Zong Mu cleared his throat and said, “I want to become the President of the Rose Workshop.”

Ying Shu’s movements paused imperceptibly. “…”

Then she curled her lips and helpfully pulled out her phone, waving it in front of Zong Mu. “Sure, should I call Zong Jia over so you two can discuss it in detail?”

“No need,” Zong Mu refused bluntly, his brow furrowing as if the mere mention of the name triggered a reaction.

“Zong Jia is implicated in the Engineering Institute’s homicide case and the underground trafficking of A-Type Potion. The police have already placed her under surveillance and temporary custody. She’s no longer fit to be President, the Institute will definitely replace her.”

“A-Type Potion.” Ying Shu had heard of it. She took a seat, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

“Exactly. Zong Jia is in no position to protect herself now, and the Rose Workshop needs a member of the Zong family as President anyone will do.” As Zong Mu spoke, his eyes burned with undisguised fervor for the position. He even addressed the new professor, slightly older than him, with deference. “If you recommend me, I’ll surely become President. In return, I can use my position to help you secure your footing in the Second Army.”

Ying Shu chuckled. “That’s quite the tempting offer.”

Hearing this, Zong Mu thought he had a chance until Ying Shu’s refusal cut in.

“But I can’t help you.” Ying Shu’s smile widened. “Forget whether Zong Jia will step down from her position, what exactly qualifies you to be President?”

The curve of her lips dipped slightly as her expression turned languid. Leaning back in the plush chair, she adopted an indifferent, almost defiant posture, leaving Zong Mu at a loss.

“This deal is extremely advantageous,” Zong Mu said, suppressing his frustration. “Besides, don’t you hate Zong Jia too?”

“Hate Zong Jia? Who said that?” Ying Shu lowered her gaze, brushing aside the strands of hair obscuring her eyes. Her tone was utterly nonchalant. “To be honest, I don’t dislike her at all.”

“Who is she? The future heir of the Zong family, the President recognized by all major families of the Rose Workshop, outstanding in academics, naturally gifted, an S-class Omega. Whether she pursues military or political power in the future, she’ll undoubtedly have a place at the top.”

Ying Shu then turned to Zong Mu for comparison, delivering a sharp critique: “And you? Who are you? An obscure branch of the Zong family, barely scraping an A-grade, mediocre in studies, with no redeeming qualities. If I had to sum it up in one phrase, it’s the difference between clouds and mud. Zong Jia is the cloud, and you’re the mud.”

“Don’t you think, as someone utterly useless, you’re even more detestable than her? Classmate.”

“Oh, still not convinced?” Ying Shu looked down on Zong Mu from the bottom of her heart, raising an eyebrow. “Then tell me, what do you have to compare with Zong Jia? Is it your daydreaming or your delusions?”

Zong Mu’s finger trembled as he pointed at Ying Shu, his chest heaving with anger, gasping for breath. “You, you!”

“Stay in your lane. Until you have the skills, stop indulging in fantasies.” Ying Shu felt her time had been wasted. She hadn’t wanted to come in the first place, only because she knew Zong Mu and Zong Jia were at odds did she think he might offer something interesting in exchange for her help. But his every move was as dull as a pig’s utterly boring and unamusing.

Thinking about it, Ding Moyan was far more entertaining.

Ying Shu had little patience to spare on Zong Mu. She preferred hands-on experiences, seeking thrills and excitement, not sitting around watching a farce. Trying to oust Zong Jia from the presidency over some A-grade Potion and Jiang Pei’s affairs, how utterly uninspiring.

Their conversation ended on a sour note. Just as Ying Shu was about to leave, the Engineering Institute’s alert chime sounded from Zong Mu’s phone.

Zong Mu perked up immediately, pressing play on the voice announcement. A female voice promptly rang out from the device.

[This is an urgent announcement: Due to the murder of student Jiang Pei and the illegal sale of restricted Potions, all persons of interest must report to the police station for investigation.]

[As such, relevant members of the Student Union will need to step away for a period. During this time, the Union’s operations will be temporarily overseen by other student advisors.]

Ying Shu’s expression darkened, while Zong Mu couldn’t hide his glee.

[The following are the interim appointments: Publicity Officer Zhang Qiao, Discipline Officer. Lastly, the duties of the President will be handled by Class A+ advisor Ying Shu.]

Zong Mu’s jubilant face instantly turned as dark as a burnt pot.

“Classmate Zong Mu, it seems even if I wanted to help you now, I can’t.” Ying Shu patted his shoulder meaningfully.

“Really, what a shame.

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