After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, I Marked my White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 18

Jiang Nan was currently walking aimlessly near the slums until she passed that fried noodle shop and saw Dan Yang cleaning up dirty plates left by customers at a dining table.

Dammit, if it weren’t for this kid… how could Wife and I have ever quarreled!

She marched straight into the noodle shop and blocked Dan Yang, attempting to stop the work he was doing. She crossed her arms over her chest, seemingly waiting for an explanation.

Dan Yang noticed Jiang Nan in front of him; his work was forced to a halt. He looked up at her and reminded her: “Sister Jiang, you’re blocking my work.”

Seeing this kid playing dumb, Jiang Nan’s eyes widened as she questioned: “Why did you say those things at my house just now?! Huh?”

Fortunately, since it was past mealtime, there weren’t many people in the shop. All that remained were rows of uncleaned, grease-covered utensils, tables, and chairs.

Dan Yang shrugged noncommittally, his face showing little emotion. He looked down and continued throwing trash from the table into the bin underneath. “It didn’t mean anything. I said it because I felt like saying it.”

Jiang Nan frowned in displeasure and continued to obstruct his movements. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

Although she and Lin Yu had studied Dan Yang’s background and data beforehand, actually approaching him now felt like being shrouded in a thick, impenetrable mist.

Hearing this, Dan Yang’s eyes froze for a second. He looked up again to stare at Jiang Nan, raising an eyebrow as he asked back with a face full of loathing: “Don’t tell me you think I like you?”

Jiang Nan: Crap, what kind of expression is that?!

Ha, kids these days… honestly.

Hearing this, Jiang Nan—as if reminded of the argument with Lin Yu—began to bluster uncontrollably out of anger: “What? Is it so strange to like me? Is a high-quality Alpha not worth liking? Huh?”

“I’m telling you, the people who want to date me could form a line from your noodle shop all the way to… the trash station at the alley entrance. Don’t be too arrogant, kid.”

“So what if I’m missing one of you? Huh?”

After hearing this, Dan Yang let out a cold, indifferent “oh” with a face full of contempt and continued sweeping the shop’s trash. “…Then why were you just kicked out?”

As he spoke, he pointedly looked Jiang Nan up and down, noting her pajamas. He truly didn’t pull any punches.

Jiang Nan got even angrier at the mention of this. “If it weren’t for you, why would I argue with my wife! And, I wasn’t kicked out!”

Dan Yang nodded thoughtfully, letting out a long, drawn-out “oh.” “Actually, I didn’t do it on purpose. I just felt like she was hostile toward me. If I’m unhappy, naturally, I won’t let her be happy either.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nan clicked her tongue inwardly. This fair-faced young boy turned out to be a “black-hearted sesame tangyuan” who sought revenge for the smallest grievance.

Even though Wife usually looks scary—like she’s ready to pull a knife and fight at any moment—she is still very gentle to her. Yes, gentle.

Seeing Jiang Nan roll her eyes at him, Dan Yang shrugged dismissively. “Maybe this argument is a good thing for you?”

Jiang Nan sat on a chair wordlessly, shot him a glare, and cursed him inwardly. Good thing my foot.

However… carefully recalling the various misdeeds of the original Jiang Nan, her wife saying those things wasn’t just out of anger; they were facts.

Analyzing it this way, she suddenly felt that the road to winning back her wife was long and arduous. But sometimes, just seeing that cold, indifferent, and stunning face would send infinite ripples through her heart.

Fine, she admitted it: she was a sucker for beauty.

So, the ultimate conclusion for this beauty-seeker was… borrowing a ten-dollar bill from Dan Yang to go to a nearby bakery and buy a box of Portuguese egg tarts—Lin Yu’s favorite snack.

Then, she happily scurried back home.

As Jiang Nan hummed a little tune and carried the bag past the dark alleyway from earlier, she was reminded of the protagonist/aggressive lead, Song Mo. She couldn’t help but look toward the alley entrance.

To her surprise, she saw the woman still leaning there with her eyes closed.

She remembered that she had been out for about two or three hours.

Jiang Nan: I mean… what, are you really waiting for Lin Yu to come pick you up?

Jiang Nan curiously poked her head in that direction, looked at the few pedestrians around, and then silently mourned for two seconds for this heavily injured but ignored protagonist lead.

Big Boss Song, it’s not that I’m leaving you to die. It’s mainly that you’ll try to steal my wife… I really don’t want to be the “third wheel.”

If… if you’re still here tomorrow, I’ll show some mercy and call an ambulance for you.

After her “mourning,” she turned around decisively and hurried away from the alley entrance, walking quickly toward home.

Sitting in the alley, possessing the “protagonist aura” and remaining in a life-preserving state, Song Mo opened her eyes slightly. Watching that familiar and fast-fleeing silhouette, she gave a cold snort, then closed her eyes again to conserve her energy against the pain.

Standing at her front door, Jiang Nan swallowed nervously. Her hand stopped mid-air as she hesitated to knock. Only after taking a deep breath did she summon the courage to do so.

At that moment, the front door was pushed open from the inside. The force of it hit her directly in the forehead, causing Jiang Nan to gasp and cry out in pain as she stood there wailing.

After the argument, Lin Yu had sat on the balcony smoking several cigarettes before she finally calmed down. Returning to the living room, she realized Jiang Nan had been gone for two or three hours.

She immediately thought of the thugs who attacked them the other night and the various conflicts among residents caused by poor security.

Her mind couldn’t help but picture Jiang Nan—who had zero combat ability—crying after being bullied.

Lin Yu’s mood became even more irritable. Frowning, she struggled internally for a long time before deciding to go out and look for her. She hadn’t expected Jiang Nan to be right at the door.

Lin Yu’s eyes froze. Seeing Jiang Nan wailing from the impact, she looked her up and down.

Aside from the red mark on her forehead, she was fine. Fortunately, nothing had happened.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Jiang Nan, who was standing in front of her rubbing her head, looked up at her piteously, tears welling in her eyes from the bump.

“…Wife, it hurts.”

Jiang Nan sat obediently on the sofa. The box of Portuguese egg tarts from the bakery had been placed casually on the low table by Lin Yu. Jiang Nan tilted her head up slightly, receiving her Lady Wife’s service as she applied ointment.

Opening her eyes a crack, she saw Lin Yu’s brow slightly furrowed. Her expression was as serious and focused as before, but her movements were exceptionally gentle. The cool ointment was massaged in by her fingertips onto the red mark on Jiang Nan’s forehead. The herbal fragrance lingered between their breaths.

Jiang Nan blinked and took the opportunity to apologize weakly: “…I’m sorry.”

Lin Yu’s movements paused. Her face stiffened as she swallowed. She put down the hand with the ointment, looked up at Jiang Nan, and asked back: “Why are you apologizing?”

In truth, Jiang Nan hadn’t really done anything wrong just now… it was Lin Yu’s own emotions acting up. She had been caring too much about things and suppressing too many uncomfortable feelings, which led to the outburst.

She admitted that Jiang Nan had indeed been different lately, but the arrogant and lazy “scum face” of the old Jiang Nan had caused her piercing pain.

Even after all this time, she still couldn’t forget, and she couldn’t achieve complete forgiveness.

Dejectedly, Jiang Nan scratched her cheek with her finger and replied in a low voice: “Because I hurt you in the past, Wife… I can understand why you were so angry and said those things.”

“Since I caused harm, I actually don’t know how to make up for it, which is why I’m apologizing. Oh, I also bought the egg tarts you like, but you know the bakeries in the slums definitely can’t compare to the ones we usually eat…”

Before Jiang Nan could finish, she felt her chin being lifted forcefully. Her lips were kissed hard by Lin Yu, the strength of her tongue breaking through her usual steadiness and restraint.

Jiang Nan’s pupils constricted, but soon her eyes took on a drunken, immersed quality. She reached out to wrap her arms around Lin Yu’s waist, her hands instinctively rubbing slightly against her back.

Lin Yu trembled at this movement, but lacking any strength, she shot Jiang Nan a glare—though in Jiang Nan’s eyes, this look was full of flirtatious excitement.

By the time their lips parted, Lin Yu’s cheeks were flushed pink. She was panting heavily, her eyes misty. She spoke with difficulty: “Jiang Nan, I still can’t… respond to the ‘like’ you mentioned.”

Jiang Nan’s grip on Lin Yu’s waist tightened slowly, her lips shimmering with an alluring moisture after the kiss. Hearing Lin Yu’s answer, she couldn’t help but chuckle. She reached out to stroke Lin Yu’s slightly hot cheek, her voice raspy but carrying a strongly suppressed disappointment.

“Ha… so what? Whether you respond or not, I will always like you.”

Hearing this, Lin Yu felt a tingle at her heart. She turned her face away uncomfortably, seemingly unwilling to face the fractured emotions in her heart.

“I probably won’t… like you.”

Jiang Nan’s eyes curved slightly as she gave a muffled laugh. She leaned in closer, moving her head to the other’s earlobe, and gave a gentle, punitive bite, leaving a tooth mark. The person in her arms let out a tiny whimper.

Her lips curled up as she stubbornly exposed her: “Wife, being stubborn isn’t a good thing.”

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