After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, a Cold Omega Stole My Heart - Chapter 22.1

The photo was like a feather, fluttering lightly. Cheng Lingxue reached out to catch it, but she failed; it landed on the surface of the fish tank, sending out faint ripples before quickly being submerged by the water.

The clear image on the photo gradually blurred, seemingly symbolizing that this family had already scattered and could never return to the happy times of the past. This caused Cheng Lingxue to feel a sense of suffocation, and a faint glisten appeared in her eyes.

She gently rolled up her sleeve and took the photo out. Although the image was already ruined, her movements were still soft and gentle, as if she were holding a priceless treasure.

Her gaze was somewhat dazed. In the original timeline, at this moment, she was still Xie Shuyun’s “canary.” Later, when she found out the house had been sold, she had fought for it, but received only countless sneers and mockery—until that person sent the house back into her hands, making her thank the heavens for the “favor.”

Back then, she could never find this photo, and it became a knot in her heart. Seeing this result now, the probability of it being permanently damaged was undoubtedly high.

Although she didn’t know if the other party had ruined it the first time, since they were currently selling her house, they were certainly responsible for its state.

A flash of irony crossed her eyes. Cheng Lingxue gently placed the photo on a clean side table, her fingertips feeling the damp texture.

Now, she finally had a chance to stop them, but she hadn’t managed to save everything. Recalling what Cheng Wenchi’s family had done to her, the coldness and pain in Cheng Lingxue’s eyes slowly vanished, replaced by a rising fire. Some people had to pay the price for what they had done.

The atmosphere could now be described as reaching a freezing point.

Thinking Cheng Lingxue would explode immediately, Cheng Wenchi cautiously watched the girl’s back. He felt that for a moment, the girl was like a lonely piece of duckweed—even though they were physically close, she felt thousands of miles away.

This uncertainty made him more suspicious. Wondering what her next move would be, cold sweat broke out on Cheng Wenchi’s forehead. But he knew one thing: everyone has a bottom line. Cheng Lingxue’s was clearly her deceased parents, and his daughter had just stepped right on it. He couldn’t help but grab his daughter’s hand.

“Cheng Mengmeng, stop it! Do you know what you’ve done?”

“You’re hurting me!” Cheng Mengmeng shook off his hand, her eyes filled with anger and a hint of disdain.

She often wondered why both her aunt and younger uncle were S-rank Alphas, yet her father was only a Beta who gambled and drank, coming home to pick fights in a drunken stupor. Her mother was mercenary and short-tempered; the couple fought constantly.

Unlike Cheng Lingxue, who had excellent parents, a happy family, was showered with affection, had top grades, and peak looks—everything made Cheng Mengmeng jealous.

When she saw the young Cheng Lingxue standing before the funeral altar, her heart was full of malice. The high-and-mighty little princess had finally fallen into the mud, and even an ordinary person like her could step on her.

She thought of the time the girl stayed at her house—living in the smallest, least ventilated room, while Cheng Lingxue’s exquisite clothes were sent into Mengmeng’s wardrobe, and Lingxue had to wear her hand-me-downs.

She knew her father intended to wait until Cheng Lingxue was a bit older; if she presented as an Omega, it would be even better. They could marry her off to ensure their family was set for life. That was supposed to be the perfect ending!

However, Xie Yun appeared. From god-knows-where, she got the news and took Cheng Lingxue in as an adopted daughter, flipping her status upside down once again.

It shouldn’t be like this. Why is this person always so lucky! Why was Cheng Lingxue always high above her, suppressing her since childhood? This constant reversal made Cheng Mengmeng hate her even more. She believed Cheng Lingxue should have been married off to some pot-bellied old man; that was the proper value of an orphan!

Now, seeing Cheng Lingxue in simple but exquisitely tailored designer clothes, looking not at all mistreated, Cheng Mengmeng was pushed to her limit.

Her father was a coward, but she wasn’t. Did she think she was afraid of her?

Cheng Mengmeng’s ordinary face contorted, her voice sharp: “Cheng Lingxue, I recall the Eldest Miss Xie hates you, right? You’re out here acting all high-and-mighty using the Xie family’s name—do you still think you’re that little princess from before?”

“Cheng Mengmeng!” Cheng Wenchi hadn’t expected his daughter to be so reckless even after he tried to stop her. He reached out to grab her, but she slapped his hand away.

“What’s there to be afraid of? Everyone says it—they say Cheng Lingxue cursed her parents to death, and that she tried to seduce the Xie family heiress but failed, and after being…”

Before she could finish, a crisp slap rang out. Cheng Mengmeng’s head snapped to the side. A faint handprint appeared on her pale face, though it wasn’t very clear because her makeup was too thick.

“Your mouth… is too filthy. If you want to talk, I don’t mind teaching you a lesson,” Cheng Lingxue said, her tone absolute ice.

“Cheng… Cheng Lingxue! You actually dare—” Madness flickered in Cheng Mengmeng’s eyes, but when she met the girl’s gaze, the madness vanished, replaced by terror.

Cheng Lingxue’s pupils were like dark holes, deep and cold, as if they could swallow a person whole and torture them to death with the icy blades hidden within.

But conversely, there was also a sense of sorrow, as if she had witnessed hell and seen countless black hands reaching out.

That look was different. Cheng Lingxue was extremely restrained, showing this side only to those she truly considered enemies.

“What… what do you want to do?”

Cheng Mengmeng didn’t know why she felt this way. She felt that in the other’s eyes, she was a lifeless object. The girl was like a beast hidden in the shadows, ready to spring out and snap her neck at any moment.

This feeling terrified her. Cheng Lingxue seemed to know what she was thinking; her gaze landed on Cheng Mengmeng’s neck, making the girl feel a chill as if an invisible knife were pressed against her.

Cheng Mengmeng, who was usually so arrogant, finally felt true fear. She shrieked and turned to run away, unable to face her anymore.

But in the next second, she felt a pain in her shoulder. Turning, she found her shoulder caught in Cheng Lingxue’s grip. The girl said coldly and lightly:

“Weren’t you so brave with your words and actions? Why are you shrinking back now? Why are you running away?”

The voice was like a poisonous snake wrapping around her. Cheng Mengmeng felt as though she could see the snake’s bloody maw opening wide, hissing at her. She let out an even louder, more piercing scream.

“Cheng Lingxue, what are you doing?” Although he didn’t care much for his daughter, Cheng Wenchi wouldn’t let her be bullied in front of him. He reached out to push Cheng Lingxue away.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Lingxue let go of Cheng Mengmeng first and grabbed Cheng Wenchi’s wrist instead, saying softly:

“Since the daughter is like this, I should settle it with the parent. That is the root of everything.”

“Cheng Lingxue! Let go! I’m your Second Uncle, what do you think you’re doing!” Cheng Wenchi shouted in shock and anger. Even as a Beta, he was an adult man; yet now, he felt his wrist was in a vice that was tightening. He couldn’t shake her off.

Having not exercised in years and being little more than a “useless bag of wine and meat,” he could only watch as Cheng Lingxue raised her leg and kicked him square in the ankle. The intense pain made him let out a shrill cry as he stumbled backward.

However, he didn’t fall straight down. He felt a sharp pain in his wrist as he was gripped even tighter, followed by a forceful pull. In an instant, the world spun. Cheng Wenchi saw his own legs flying up, the white ceiling, and the bright lights blurring his vision.

The back of his head hit the floor, followed by his back and legs. The force was so great it felt as if the whole villa shook. Cheng Wenchi saw stars; white light flashed before his eyes, and he couldn’t see anything. No part of his body could move.

“Aah! Murder! Cheng Lingxue, you actually dare hit someone!” Cowering on the sofa far away, Cheng Mengmeng showed no concern for her father’s condition. She pointed at Cheng Lingxue, crying and shouting. With snot and tears running down her face, her heavy makeup was smeared into a mess, making her ordinary face look even uglier.

Her noisy, sandpaper-like wailing bothered Cheng Lingxue. The girl rubbed her temples, threw aside Cheng Wenchi’s hand, and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her hands.

Because of Cheng Mengmeng’s voice, Cheng Lingxue lost all interest in continuing. She felt this father-daughter pair of bullies were simply wasting her time.