When the Possessive Omega Fell for Me - Chapter 70.2

If that were the case, it would be better not to make such a promise at all. Let their engagement become just another forgotten, insignificant footnote in the Yi family’s long, untraceable history.

Yu Miao remained silent for a long while, her fingers lightly tracing the engraved words inside the ring. It seemed as though the most flawless sapphire Yi Jing had carefully selected paled in comparison to the meaning behind that single line.

After a while, Yu Miao finally asked, “Does yours have one too?”

“It does,” Yi Jing answered, lifting her own ring in the cooling sea breeze. She tilted it under the dim light, letting the faint glow illuminate the inscription inside. “Pretty similar. A matching set, after all.”

Yu Miao smiled, delighted, as she took the ring and slid it onto Yi Jing’s finger, pushing it all the way down to the base of her middle finger.

“Ah?” Yi Jing blinked in surprise.

“Put mine on too,” Yu Miao said, extending her slender, fair hand toward Yi Jing.

Yi Jing’s eyes brightened with quiet joy as she retrieved the ring and carefully slipped it onto Yu Miao’s finger. Neither of them brought up the topic of “proposal” or “why the rings”—instead, they wordlessly admired their newly adorned hands side by side.

The light cast soft shadows over their intertwined fingers, the glow accentuating the rings in a way that made even this simple gesture feel intimate, almost sensual. They took a few photos under the dim light, capturing the moment. And in one fleeting instant, as they drew close, Yi Jing thought she heard a heartbeat.

But it wasn’t her own. Of course, she was happy her pulse raced but this sound was different, echoing beside her ear, intertwining with her own heartbeat like the reverberation of love itself.

Yi Jing instinctively raised her gaze and saw Yu Miao’s face in the camera feed displayed on her terminal. Yu Miao’s eyes remained fixed on her face, the sea breeze tousling her hair. Those beautiful eyes seemed to hold countless unspoken words.

This was the first time Yi Jing realized that Yu Miao had been gazing at her with such tenderness when she wasn’t aware. Somehow, looking into Yu Miao’s eyes like this, a warm and affectionate feeling welled up in Yi Jing’s heart—making her want to kiss Yu Miao, to hold her close.

When desire intensifies to a certain degree, it begins to transform. Yi Jing stared fixedly at Yu Miao, her mind filled with thoughts of pulling Yu Miao into a tight embrace, of tasting her skin, of biting her, of hearing Yu Miao’s voice, of seeing Yu Miao equally lost in passion for her.

Yu Miao quietly observed Yi Jing through the lens’s refraction in the sea breeze. Her little alpha probably never realized how her eyes always betrayed her intentions. Like now, the sparkling, direct, fervent, and utterly naked desire in Yi Jing’s gaze was almost impossible to conceal.

Such obvious longing, as if she wanted to be intimate with her right here, right now.

The sensation of their skin pressed tightly together seemed to resurface on Yu Miao’s body, and she couldn’t help but recall their previous intimacies. The urge to be close grew stronger.

Yu Miao’s gaze lingered on the screen before unconsciously shifting to seek out the real Yi Jing.

“Sister?” Yi Jing, drawn by Yu Miao’s attention, looked up. The two locked eyes in silence for a moment before Yu Miao suddenly released her terminal, tilting Yi Jing’s chin up as she leaned down for a kiss. With a graceful motion, she hooked a long leg over and settled into Yi Jing’s lap.

Between kisses, their breaths mingled. Yu Miao murmured breathlessly, “Let’s go back to the hotel room.”

“Hmm?” Dazed and thoroughly engrossed, Yi Jing lifted her head to look at Yu Miao.

“Let’s go back,” Yu Miao stroked Yi Jing’s cheek, her eyes bright and alluring as she stated plainly, “Tonight, I want to try something different.”

At this, Yi Jing’s attention snapped into focus. She stared at Yu Miao intently for a beat before abruptly scooping her up by the thighs and carrying her straight toward the seaside hotel.

One month later, all turmoil related to the election and transition of power had settled. Departments gradually adapted to the new mayor’s working style, personnel adjusted to the new administration, major operational changes concluded, and normal operations resumed across all sectors.

Only the Inspectorate remained slightly exceptional, Delinke was still investigating local conditions in District Seven, with no clear timeline for his return.

With these matters resolved, the investigation into the suspension of District Thirteen’s security officer finally reached its conclusion.

As expected, the District Nine explosion case never particularly suspicious was definitively determined to be an accidental incident unrelated to Inspectorate operations.

The port where the explosion occurred did show signs of potential smuggling activity based on residual evidence, making Yi Jing’s emergency operation as Deputy Inspector-General not a violation of protocol.

Thus, Yi Jing’s suspension was lifted. After one month of Chen Feng acting as interim Inspector-General, Yi Jing returned to her position.

By then, the election fervor had long faded. Few noticed Yi Jing’s reinstatement—everything transpired quietly.

Yet beneath this calm, certain things had irrevocably changed.

Setting aside the chain of events’ impact, Chen Feng had become acting Inspector-General. With the political-legal faction and the Yi family applying strong pressure, the judicial faction within the Inspectorate found their position increasingly precarious.

This subtle shift wasn’t just noticeable to Yi Jing—the entire Supervision Bureau had become aware of it, with the most convincing evidence being the internal changes within the Bureau itself. Although Yi Jing had been absent from the office for the past month, she still had a good grasp of the situation inside.

On the surface, the Supervision Bureau appeared unchanged, but internally, it had descended into chaos. Authority boundaries were blurred, higher-ups were divided and constantly reversing decisions, internal factions were tangled and unclear, and many incidents that should have been reported were instead suppressed and resolved privately by enforcement departments. The once-efficient approval process had vanished, replaced by departments operating independently.

This upheaval completely disrupted the normal workflow of the Bureau, especially with the political and judicial factions among the higher-ups still locked in power struggles. Both sides were vying to place their people in key positions, and in the back-and-forth, it was the ordinary staff who suffered the most.

Lower-level officials received no timely or constructive feedback on their reports, and the Bureau’s priorities were left unmanaged. Despite Chen Feng’s poor performance, he remained the highest-ranking official in the Supervision Bureau, breeding widespread discontent and creating a toxic work environment.

If this continued, even Chen Feng and those who had pushed him into power would likely find the situation untenable. Unless Mahira and the Yi family intended to replace Chen Feng, they would have to find someone else to act as a buffer—someone to handle the tasks Chen Feng couldn’t manage.

Yi Jing could tell her reinstatement wasn’t as simple as it seemed. She had no intention of being used as a pawn, nor did she want to draw attention at such a volatile time. She deliberately kept a low profile, returning to the Bureau with unprecedented quietness and avoiding any involvement in Chen Feng’s proposals. When asked, she deferred entirely to the acting director, feigning disinterest and resignation.

But behind the scenes, Yi Jing was a different person altogether—

She had thoroughly investigated every core department under the Bureau’s direct jurisdiction, leaving no stone unturned. Her aggressive approach even startled the usually reclusive Hubert.

“Are you really planning to act so soon, rushing to identify everyone with divided loyalties in the Bureau?” Hubert Delan, the former acting director of the Supervision Bureau, lounged lazily on the sofa in Yi Jing’s office, his tone casual.

Since Chen Feng’s appointment, the warden of the Maximum Security Prison had stopped reporting for duty entirely, taking his freewheeling attitude to the extreme.

“Isn’t this inevitable? Better to act now than delay and risk being betrayed by another mole,” Yi Jing replied absently, her eyes scanning documents on the screen.

“Fair enough. But you know I bear you no ill will. I was just dragged in as a placeholder—I couldn’t make any real decisions,” Hubert said, crossing his legs and toying with his long red hair as he half-complained, half-joked.

“They just needed a warm body in that position. They used me to issue announcements without even letting me draft them didn’t bother pretending. The notices were already written when they reached me. What else could I do? I just followed orders.”

Hubert also felt quite unlucky. He had been comfortably observing from the sidelines at the Supreme Prison, watching these people fight amongst themselves, when suddenly Mahira dragged him out to take the fall. He only served as acting director for two and a half days, with his biggest accomplishment being suspending his own good friend—or rather, issuing a suspension notice for Yi Jing on behalf of Mahira and the old mayor. He could be called the most insignificant acting director in history.

“I know it wouldn’t have made a difference if it were someone else. That suspension notice would have been issued one way or another. They just needed to borrow the hand of a high-ranking official in the Inspection Bureau,” Yi Jing said calmly.

“It’s good that you understand,” Hubert sighed in relief, spreading his hands. “I thought having the acting director position fall into my hands was better than letting Chen Feng take it. Who knew they’d actually dare to let me serve for just two days? Mahira’s faction really doesn’t care about public perception at all.”

“It’s fine. Having Chen Feng as director now isn’t so bad,” Yi Jing curled her lips into a cold smile. “Don’t you think he’s doing quite well in the role?”

Hubert clearly shared her thoughts and smirked knowingly. “How does it feel to have him take the heat for you while you clean house behind the scenes?”

“Not bad,” Yi Jing replied with restrained pride, lowering her eyes. “It’s quite liberating to shift all the blame effortlessly onto a superior. At least now, Chen Feng has no way to control the Inspection Bureau. With his work efficiency, Mahira won’t find it easy to manipulate things through him either.”

“Then the key now lies with you,” Hubert propped his chin on one hand, pointing upward with his other index finger. “We all know you’re the last reliable person left in the Inspection Bureau. The higher-ups will definitely realize it too—they’ll try to bring you under their control.”

Yi Jing chuckled, her expression faintly disdainful. “Let them try. Before that, I still have my own work to finish. It’s just a matter of whether they can find dirt on me before I expose theirs. By the way, you’re aware of the situation outside, aren’t you?”

She was referring to the fragmented state of the Inspection Bureau’s various departments beyond her own office.

Though Yi Jing had long known that Chen Feng was unpopular within the bureau and his incompetence had disrupted operations, she hadn’t expected things to deteriorate this badly upon her reinstatement. It was beyond words.

The Inspection Bureau used to be a cold, ruthless, and efficient institution. The work rhythm was fast, the staff carried an air of detachment, and stepping into the bureau’s building made it clear this was a place that valued efficiency—every corner exuded tension, as if everyone was giving their all to their cases.

But now? A sluggish, half-hearted atmosphere permeated the entire hall. Everyone seemed listless, and entering the bureau felt like walking into some retirement department.

Yi Jing strongly suspected it was Chen Feng—that bureaucratic slacker—who had brought his slippery, court-politicking ways into the bureau.

That man had always been mediocre in professional competence but ranked first in scheming and political maneuvering. He cared little for actual cases or work content, his mind solely focused on how to handle cases ‘impressively,’ treating fairness, justice, and reason as mere slogans to shout.

Given Chen Feng’s character, it was no wonder civil servants at all levels became slack.

In this state, the entire Supervision Court’s efficiency in handling affairs had declined significantly. The half-dead atmosphere infuriated Yi Jing so much that he wanted to kick open the dean’s office door, grab that useless Chen Feng by the collar, and demand what he had been doing all this time. But in the end, Yi Jing restrained himself, showing no trace of dissatisfaction, let alone any intention to step in and adjust things.

The Supervision Court’s current state was indeed detrimental to the judicial system’s revival, but it was perfect for Yi Jing to weed out the eyes planted around him.

Delinke’s punishment had been too unjust, and the new dean was a complete incompetent. Now, anyone in the Supervision Court with even a shred of ambition refused to work for Chen Feng. Everyone tacitly pushed all responsibilities upward, straight to the top leadership—namely, the notoriously lazy and self-serving Chen Feng.

This made it glaringly obvious who in the Supervision Court belonged to the Yi faction—those who still persisted in working despite the circumstances and immediately acted when ordered by superiors, especially Chen Feng’s lackeys, were likely the ones.

Using this method, Xu Jiu marked out many colleagues in departments like the Supervision Committee, Anti-Corruption Bureau, and Data Division who were easily ‘corrupted’ or had unclear loyalties. Yi Jing investigated them one by one, effectively tagging everyone affiliated with the Yi family, the political-legal faction, and those newly assimilated by Chen Feng.

A silent purge, unnoticed by anyone, quietly came to an end.

“I know. The Supervision Court is brimming with resentment. Every department pays lip service while disobeying orders. That useless Chen Feng can’t command anyone there—not even you, the hard-won external support—ignoring him while he pretends to be incompetent behind closed doors. Chen Feng has no choice but to let the situation deteriorate further, fuming alone in his office.”

Hubert smirked, flashing her signature villainous expression. Her gaze swept over Yi Jing with a knowing look as she said,

“Those fools still think the Supervision Court’s situation is unclear. But in reality, it only looks like a muddy pond on the surface. Behind the scenes, the scales have already tipped in your favor. They can’t see it because their eyes are covered. The real factions have long been divided in the shadows—everyone but you is an enemy. The Court’s capable forces are all in your hands.”

Yi Jing smiled but said nothing.

Right now, the Supervision Committee under his direct command was still functioning normally. Even when both Yi Jing and Delinke were out of the picture, they showed no signs of slacking. If Chen Feng proved unreliable, they could still resolve most cases within the Committee. If there was any change at all, it was that the many inspectors in the Committee seemed more indignant and furious than ever.

But there was nothing to be done about it. Losing a highly competent leader one who, though not talkative, worked seamlessly with subordinates only to be replaced by someone whose core skills were flattery and reading the room, who couldn’t handle professional matters and loved to meddle with pointless orders, would leave anyone disgruntled.

“And it’s not just that,” Yi Jing spun the pen in her hand, glancing down at the documents before her. “The judicial system revolves around two courts and one prison. You’re already accounted for, the Inspectorate is mostly under my control, and the High Court should have been Chen Feng’s stronghold—yet even that isn’t entirely solid.”

Hubert froze, his eyes widening in sudden realization. His expression shifted entirely.

This enigmatic, seasoned yet languid woman always carried an air of effortless villainy, as if nothing could ever catch her off guard. But now, for once, she seemed genuinely taken aback.

“You mean, within the High Court.” Hubert trailed off, visibly surprised, then swallowed his words and reconsidered. “If that’s the case, our odds just improved.”

“Indeed,” Yi Jing nodded. “I’m quite curious about what information she’ll bring me.”

Just then, the door to Yi Jing’s office was knocked on by her secretary. A composed and efficient beta woman entered to announce, “Chief Inspector, your scheduled guest has arrived.”

Hubert understood immediately. He stood, gave Yi Jing a nod, and resumed his usual nonchalant demeanor. “Since you have company, I’ll take my leave. I’ll drop by again when the High Prison isn’t so busy.”

Yi Jing acknowledged him with a nod and gestured to her secretary. “See Warden Delun out.”

Hubert and the secretary left together. Before long, the secretary returned, leading in a stranger dressed in an Inspectorate uniform. The woman had disguised herself to enter through the Chief Inspector’s private passage—without the secretary’s escort, she wouldn’t have made it inside.

Meeting strangers was risky for Yi Jing these days. One misstep, and Chen Feng or his lackeys might catch wind of it. But with the Yi family keeping close tabs on her, she couldn’t arrange meetings outside the Inspectorate. So, she had this woman pose as a maintenance worker to enter, change into the prepared uniform in a storage room, and then follow the secretary to her office.

Finally face-to-face with the woman who had reached out shortly after her reinstatement, Yi Jing looked up and studied her carefully.

Her features were unremarkable, her height average—perhaps slightly tall in a crowd. She didn’t seem old, yet she carried the air of someone who had worked in silence for years.

This was the deputy chief prosecutor of the High Court, the highest-ranking official beneath Chen Feng and the vice presidents. She must have done plenty of work for Chen Feng over the years—there was no way she didn’t hold valuable information.

Hearing that such a character had actually chosen to side with her, Yi Jing was genuinely surprised. Why would the other party defect? Did Chen Feng not offer enough? Or was the future development potential unsatisfactory? This was a court colleague who had been doing well in her work, no matter how you looked at it, she had a promising future. How could she suddenly abandon Chen Feng and turn to Yi Jing?

It was a bit strange.

Putting everything else aside, why would this person choose to trust her? They weren’t even close.

Yi Jing felt she couldn’t fully trust this deputy prosecutor general.

“Peacekeeper, long time no see.” Just as Yi Jing was lost in thought, the woman suddenly removed the hat she was wearing and greeted her in an overly familiar tone, as if they were old friends reuniting after years apart. Her expression even carried a mix of weary relief and relaxation, like someone who had been wandering alone for years, dealing with tough opponents, and had finally found family again.

Yi Jing: “…”

This time, Yi Jing was truly stunned.

Why did it seem like yet another person who knew her well? But she had no memory of this woman! Could she be another friend of the original body’s? But Yi Jing wasn’t the original owner! For heaven’s sake, just how many friends did the original owner have in Jing’an City? Was she an elite from the judicial academy or the queen of social connections?

Yi Jing panicked internally, unsure how to react. She racked her brain for a response while maintaining a composed facade and replied vaguely, “Long time no see. It seems everything’s been going well for you.”

The deputy prosecutor general let out a soft sigh and gave Yi Jing a tired smile. “At least I didn’t fail our agreement. Here are the materials I’ve gathered. Time was tight, so I focused on including the most critical information. If you need further assistance, you can always reach out to me. Chen Feng no longer has the energy to control the court. He trusts me deeply, so I’ve been able to do much more.”

The deputy prosecutor showed no intention of wasting time. With remarkable efficiency, she directly placed a file she had hidden inside her coat and an offline storage device on Yi Jing’s desk.

Before Yi Jing could even process the shock of whatever “agreement” the original owner had with this person, she was stunned again by the other party’s swift delivery of the materials.

Yi Jing: “?”

The fact that she handed over the items so quickly didn’t seem like someone trying to negotiate terms.

Now Yi Jing was genuinely puzzled.

This deputy prosecutor genuinely seemed to believe, from the bottom of her heart, that she and Yi Jing were allies, naturally standing on the same side. Thus, she offered help without expecting anything in return—assisting Yi Jing was akin to helping herself.

What in the world was going on?

In a daze, Yi Jing opened the file while plugging the storage device into her private terminal. Just then, she heard the prosecutor say in a relaxed, conversational tone, “It’s a good thing the operation you launched in District 13 after taking office succeeded. Otherwise, these materials might have fallen into the wrong hands.”

“Huh?” Yi Jing froze and looked up.

The operation in District 13? Which operation in District 13?

Ever since transmigrating into this novel, her life had been anything but peaceful. Every day was filled with one operation or another, endless cases, and nonstop work. For a moment, she couldn’t recall a single operation that had actually succeeded.

The prosecutor general noticed Yi Jing seemed to have forgotten and reminded her, “Before the election, you used the police force to raid several of Xu Zaixi’s strongholds in District 13. At that time, Su He happened to have been taken there by Xu Zaixi. She’d been trying to get a message out but never got the chance, and nearly got killed by Xu Zaixi’s men. Fortunately, the police acted in time and she escaped.”

Yi Jing froze for a moment, completely unaware that such events had occurred back when she didn’t yet understand how deep the Yi family’s waters ran, when she’d been naively testing Xu Zaixi’s limits without realizing the dangers.

What if she’d arrived one step later? What if she’d never thought to take such action? What if Yu Miao hadn’t asked her for that document, the one that was never mentioned again?

Could there be someone else who wanted to take down the Yi family and ended up dead like this?

“So, this is?” Yi Jing heard her own voice speaking. Perhaps her expression still appeared calm, one of the few skills she’d acquired after transmigrating into this novel world. No matter how shocked she was internally, she had to maintain a flawless facade.

Too many people in this world wanted to use her. She couldn’t afford to show any weakness.

“Yes, the storage device contains Xu Zaixi’s financial transactions and product distribution records for secret operations in District Nine over the past year. Some unclear dealings were erased by the Yi family they seem to have specialists handling such matters, completely bypassing Xu Zaixi’s involvement,” the Deputy Chief Prosecutor said.

Of course the Yi family had such people. If Yi Heng’s intelligence was correct, the second daughter Yi Mian was specifically responsible for cleaning up the family’s messes—the so-called “cleaner.”

Yi Jing immediately stood up, her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably as she looked at the terminal.

Wasn’t this exactly the information she’d been desperately seeking? No matter how hard she’d investigated Xu Zaixi before, she could never make real progress. Those people were too well disguised—the only way to get information was from the inside. As part of the judicial department, undercover operations were Qi Xiao’s specialty, not hers. She could only helplessly watch District Nine, knowing something was wrong but powerless to act.

Yet now, against all odds, she’d obtained this information.

“You can review these materials with confidence. Su He risked her life to retrieve them. But she’s fine now—safe, under my care.” The Deputy Chief Prosecutor looked slightly embarrassed as she added the last part.

Yi Jing gave her a pleasantly surprised glance before immediately accessing the terminal without further delay.

Files and data streamed densely before Yi Jing’s eyes. Initially thrilled, her expression gradually darkened as she read further, until her face turned ice-cold. After nearly ten minutes, she finally set down the terminal and uttered coldly: “Heng’en Pharmaceutical Group.”

“Correct, it’s them.” The Deputy Chief Prosecutor nodded. “According to Su He’s retrieved data from this past year, Xu Zaixi not only had substantial quarterly fund transfers to Heng’en Group but also served as their subsidiary supplier. Xu Zaixi’s money appears to have been laundered through Heng’en, with all materials—both legitimate and questionable—ending up in Heng’en’s pharmaceutical factories.”

Yi Jing took a slow, deep breath. “It seems we’ll need to investigate this thoroughly.”

She had thought Heng’en’s collaboration with Mahira to bribe high-ranking officials for illegal gains was already outrageous enough, never imagining this pharmaceutical group was actually one of the Yi family’s puppets, deeply entangled with them. Perhaps even the operations of peripheral Yi family members like Xu Zaixi across various districts had been secretly protected by Heng’en.

Her oversight, she’d assumed Heng’en had minimal connections to the Yi family just because she hadn’t seen their representatives at Yi family banquets.

But this worked out well.

Just as she’d dealt with the spies planted around her, a new breakthrough emerged. Now she had her first investigation target upon returning to the Supervision Bureau perfect for testing whether the new strategies she’d devised during her confinement would prove effective.

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