Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 74

The phone vibrated, and Ye Ye stepped onto the balcony to answer it. Midway through the call, her expression drastically changed.

Mo Tang’s gaze shifted toward Ye Ye, but with a glass door separating them, she could only observe her reactions without hearing the conversation.

However, Ye Ye’s sudden change in demeanor didn’t escape Mo Tang’s notice Ding Moyan also sensed something unusual.

Ye Ye slid open the balcony door and said, “Mo Yan, I have an urgent matter to deal with. It’s such a shame I can’t stay with you.”

“Alright,” Ding Moyan nodded.

Before leaving, Ye Ye didn’t forget to grab the breakfast meat buns Ding Moyan had bought earlier.

With Ye Ye gone, the living room instantly fell silent without her usual antics.

The only thing making Ding Moyan uneasy was the oppressive stillness in the air.

To avoid suffocating in the silence, Ding Moyan forced herself to remain composed and asked Mo Tang when she planned to leave.

A- incidents were serious matters, and as an officer, Mo Tang surely had plenty of duties it wasn’t realistic for her to linger here.

Instead of answering, Mo Tang took a sip of tea and remarked, “Miss Ding seems quite fond of Zong Jia.”

“Of course,” Ding Moyan met her gaze directly. “The President is my Omega. I naturally adore her.”

“You should be aware of the relationship between Zong Jia and me,” Mo Tang said, her tone ambiguous as she set down the glass.

Ding Moyan replied, “I know.” Aren’t you just cousins?

Just as Mo Tang was about to probe further, her phone rang. She frowned slightly, displeased by the interruption.

It was a call from an intern. Mo Tang excused herself and, like Ye Ye, stepped onto the balcony to answer.

“Senior, the hover car has arrived downstairs. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave now.”

The intern’s voice continued, “Also, the deputy team leader found traces of an A- incident at the night market. The details have been sent to your email. You’ll need to head over.”

Mo Tang responded with a faint “Mm,” then hung up and opened her inbox.

There was indeed a new email. She skimmed through its contents, her expression unreadable from Ding Moyan’s perspective, Mo Tang remained inscrutable.

Sliding the glass door open, Mo Tang prepared to bid farewell.

“I’ll take my leave first.”

Ding Moyan nodded. “Goodbye.”

Despite her words, her eyes lingered on Mo Tang’s retreating figure.

The clock ticked away, and though Ding Moyan had nothing to do, an inexplicable unease settled in her chest.

Suddenly, she felt the urge to follow. Something told her that wherever Mo Tang was going, it involved the President.

She always trusted her instincts, so without hesitation, she acted.

But before heading downstairs to find Mo Tang, Ding Moyan opened the System Panel’s store and purchased a newly listed item.

**[Item Name: Promise Card Sticker

Price: 100 Soft Currency

Rank: B

Effect: When applied to an NPC, the NPC will promise the user one request. This is a probability-based item, with only a 50% success rate.

Now’s your chance to test your luck!

Note: This is a reusable item, limited to once per day.]**

Though she didn’t hold much hope that Mo Tang would agree, the item was cheap. If luck was on her side, it would be worth it.

She shut the apartment door and hurried downstairs.

Mo Tang’s hover car hadn’t moved yet when Ding Moyan stepped forward and knocked on the window.

The hover car window descended.

Facing the woman’s mature and sharp features, Ding Moyan unconsciously softened her voice. A promise card sticker flew behind Mo Tang and stuck to her back.

“Officer Mo, mind taking one more person along?”

The two arrived at the night market. Passing by a small stall, Mo Tang stopped and walked over to the woman cooking noodles.

Ding Moyan stood by the stall, surveying the surroundings with heightened vigilance.

Just as she suspected the stall might be problematic, Mo Tang spoke up: “Boss, one bowl of clear soup noodles, please.”

???

What kind of move was this! Ding Moyan was astonished, her mouth slightly agape in confusion.

But then it occurred to her perhaps this was just a cover, and the real purpose was to gather some crucial intelligence.

The clear soup noodles arrived quickly, steaming hot in less than five minutes. Mo Tang gazed at the bowl before her, and only then did a faint glimmer appear in her pitch-black eyes.

She drizzled a circle of chili oil over the noodles, stirring them with chopsticks to enhance the aroma.

After a long wait, there was still no sign of Mo Tang’s next move.

Ding Moyan found it hard to accept. Did they come all the way to the night market just for a bowl of plain noodles?

“Officer Mo, did you really come here just to eat?”

“Yes, what else?” Mo Tang replied matter-of-factly.

“……” Ding Moyan hesitated, pointing at her phone. “Aren’t you going to investigate?”

“If the information we received was truly important,” Mo Tang paused to consider her words, setting down her chopsticks with an amused look, “do you think I’d bring you along?”

Ding Moyan choked back her words. Hadn’t she agreed so readily because of the prop’s effect? Could it be that the prop didn’t work, and Mo Tang had only agreed because she felt lonely eating alone and wanted company?

That didn’t seem realistic. Ding Moyan’s expression shifted through several emotions, utterly perplexed.

Mo Tang asked, “Do you want a bowl too?”

Ding Moyan nodded firmly. “Yes.” She wanted to see just how delicious these noodles were to make Mo Tang enjoy them so much.

The clear soup noodles were bland, and the broth had a strange taste that didn’t quite suit her palate. After a few bites, Ding Moyan put down her chopsticks.

Noticing the still-full bowl of noodles, now swollen from soaking, Mo Tang frowned. “Don’t waste food.”

Ding Moyan muttered sheepishly, “They’re not as good as the clear soup noodles I make.”

Suddenly, Mo Tang leaned in close. At this proximity, Ding Moyan could see the fine down on her snow-white cheeks, and her thick lashes fluttered nervously from the sudden closeness.

It was enough to make one’s heart itch.

Perhaps there was some truth to Zong Jia’s interest in Ding Moyan after all, beauty was always in demand, no matter the era.

Ding Moyan froze.

The warm breath brushing against her cheeks tinted them a faint pink. She swallowed hard, stammering, “O-Officer Mo? You…”

“Would I have the honor of tasting Miss Ding’s clear soup noodles?” Mo Tang stared unblinkingly at the girl, as if waiting for a satisfactory answer before pulling away.

Clear soup noodles?

As the distance between them narrowed further,

Ding Moyan scooted back, her pupils darting nervously. In her fluster, she accidentally bit her tongue and winced in pain before reluctantly agreeing, “S-sure…”

After the meal, Mo Tang finally headed to the suspicious location mentioned in the email to investigate further.

A vial of the A-series illegal drug appeared at the night market, though the shop had purchase documents.

Still, the authorities weren’t entirely reassured, so they first sent Mo Tang to investigate before dispatching an entire team to sweep the market.

The person who greeted the two at the shop’s entrance was the store owner. With many customers inside, the female proprietor, who had been waiting for some time, led them to a less crowded area.

Dressed in a cheongsam with bold floral patterns and high heels, the shop owner haughtily handed the purchase certificate to Ding Moyan, mistaking her for the leader.

It was infuriating something she’d bought through legitimate channels had been confiscated, nearly landing her in jail and getting her store shut down by those uncouth Alpha inspectors.

The shop owner was young and alluring, with loose curls cascading down her shoulders. She flicked away a stray leaf that had landed on Mo Tang’s shoulder with her red-painted nails, gazing at her face.

Omegas really were so pretty and well-behaved.

Ding Moyan blinked, looking down at the documents before tilting her head up at Mo Tang and innocently handing them over.

The shop owner was momentarily taken aback. “This one…?”

“I’m Mo Tang. Here’s my ID.” Mo Tang pulled out her credentials from her pocket and showed them.

“Oh, so you’re the Captain! Hello, Captain Mo, I’m” The shop owner began introducing herself.

Mo Tang wasn’t listening to the chatter. She flipped through the purchase documents, scrutinizing them carefully.

The matter had little connection to the case she was handling. The seller of this Potion had legally purchased it from a scientific laboratory, one funded by the Mo family.

The documents were legitimate, with no signs of forgery, and the harmful components inside had been heavily diluted.

Consumption wouldn’t harm Alphas or Omegas; its only effect was briefly calming those with violent tendencies.

A figure brushed past Mo Tang.

Ding Moyan’s gaze landed on a figure clad in black from head to knee, muttering to herself this outfit practically begged for attention.

She gave the person a curious glance before looking away. The real world had people with peculiar tastes, so it wasn’t surprising this world did too.

Seeing Mo Tang and Ding Moyan about to leave, the shop owner sashayed forward, waving her phone. “Captain Mo, could I add you as a contact? That way, I can report anything suspicious directly to you.”

Ding Moyan was impressed this woman actually dared to flirt with Mo Tang. Though, to be fair, Mo Tang did look exceptionally youthful.

As expected, Mo Tang coldly refused. “No need. If there’s an issue, contact the officer who liaised with you earlier.”

The shop owner clutched her chest dramatically, as if heartbroken, making Ding Moyan sigh in amusement behind her.

Her own President was much better gentle and considerate toward her.

She followed Mo Tang out of the shop.

Mo Tang reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone and update her deputy team leader on the investigation.

Her fingers groped around empty. Her expression froze.

Noticing Mo Tang’s odd look, Ding Moyan stepped closer to check.

The phone was gone…

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, bewildered in the cold wind.

Then, sharp-eyed Ding Moyan spotted the black-clad figure fiddling with Mo Tang’s phone.

“Holy shit, thief!” Ding Moyan blurted out before sprinting after them.

The figure immediately bolted.

She chased, they fled.

How brazen! Ding Moyan was stunned, these days, thieves even dared to steal from the police.

The thief was tall and lean, agile in movement and light on his feet.

It seemed as if he was deliberately toying with them, sprinting ahead at breakneck speed. Whenever Ding Moyan and Mo Tang fell far behind, the thief would slow down, intentionally waiting for them as if playing a game of monkey chase.

While climbing over a fence, Ding Moyan accidentally cut her hand.

A deep gash split her palm, and with each movement, blood continued to seep from the wound. Gradually, her face paled, and her strength began to wane.

Gritting her teeth, Ding Moyan forced herself to push through.

At the next turn, seizing the moment the thief paused, she swiftly grabbed a brick from the ground and hurled it forward.

Thud!

A perfect shot, hitting its mark.

The thief collapsed, the dark cloth wrapped around his head now stained with blood from the back of his skull.

Ding Moyan rushed forward, stopping just short as she caught her breath. She yanked off the thief’s head covering, revealing a gaunt face.

The next second, her entire body froze. Her eyes widened, her limbs turning cold and numb with shock as she took half a step back.

Zou Ye!

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