After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, I Marked my White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 22

Song Mo paused upon hearing this, but soon leaned her arms casually against the balcony railing. She bent over with a scoff, turned to look at Lin Yu, and responded nonchalantly.

“Ha, Lin Yu, are you really that confident?”

Lin Yu glanced at Song Mo’s sudden laughter. Her face was tense and cold as she said, “It is an obvious fact.”

Song Mo propped herself up, tilting her head with narrowed eyes. A smirk played on her lips as she tested with a long, drawn-out tone: “…Then what if I tell you everything about the Wang family, and Jiang Nan belongs to me? What do you think?”

Lin Yu suppressed the urge to throw a punch. Her brow twitched, the veins on the back of her hand bulged, and she ground her teeth, warning in a dangerous tone: “Do you think I’m like you? Treating people as things to be summoned and discarded at will?”

“Besides, even if you don’t talk, I can find out about the Wang family myself. You don’t need to bother telling me.”

Song Mo watched Lin Yu’s restrained temper with interest. She nodded carelessly, her curved smile like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, and chimed in lazily.

“Well then, shall we wait and see?”

When Jiang Nan finished her shower and walked out of the bedroom, she saw Lin Yu taking ingredients out of the fridge to prepare dinner, while Song Mo was lying flat on the sofa, eyes open, scrolling through her phone—looking every bit the injured patient.

Seeing Jiang Nan, Song Mo put her phone away and spoke directly with a smile: “Jiang Nan, when are you going to help me bathe?”

Lin Yu, who was in the kitchen, heard this clearly. The sound of her chopping vegetables grew violent, echoing through the small rental apartment.

Even as dense as Jiang Nan was, she could sense her wife’s displeasure.

Is Wife warning me with the kitchen knife because I’m interacting with Song Mo?

Although she truly wanted to block Song Mo’s progress with her wife, she felt her life was more important.

If she offended both top-tier powerhouses in the book at once, her weakling body really wouldn’t survive it…

Quickly, she shrank her neck and scratched her cheek awkwardly, stammering out an excuse: “Uh… well, but, I am a person with a wife. Doing that… wouldn’t be very good, right?”

Song Mo’s expression immediately became weak and helpless, but her tone remained domineering. “I don’t care. I want a bath.”

Jiang Nan: This person is so annoying!

Is Song Mo doing this on purpose because she saw how much I like Lin Yu?

Lin Yu finally couldn’t take it and walked out of the kitchen, still holding the clever she had just used to chop off a fish head, flecked with bits of blood. Jiang Nan swallowed nervously at the sight.

Lin Yu cast a cold glance at Song Mo and spoke with irresistible authority.

“…Jiang Nan and I will help you together later.”

After Lin Yu and Jiang Nan hauled Song Mo into the bathroom, Jiang Nan immediately leaned against the wall, panting. After recovering, she set out the hot water and towels on the sink, put her hands on her hips, and looked at Song Mo. “Alright, clothes off. We’re wiping you down.”

Song Mo stood there. Because lifting her arms pulled at the wound on her abdomen, she intentionally acted like she couldn’t take care of herself, ordering bluntly: “Wound hurts. You help me undress.”

Jiang Nan pouted. Just as she reluctantly reached out to help, Lin Yu stepped in first. “I’ll do it.”

Jiang Nan: Wuwu, Wife wants to undress the Aggressive Lead. As expected… she’s fallen for her.

Song Mo raised an eyebrow, looking down as Lin Yu violently ripped her top open with a sharp tug, tossing it onto the bathroom floor like trash.

Revealed beneath was a thin chest binder. Under the bathroom lights, the compressed curves looked somewhat sexy.

Jiang Nan was dazed by the sight, clicking her tongue inwardly. As expected of the author’s own daughter—look at those proportions, look at that skin.

I’m inferior. Truly inferior.

The Aggressive Lead really knew how to poke where it hurt, flaunting herself in front of her wife while simultaneously crushing Jiang Nan’s Alpha self-esteem.

How… ha, annoying!

Seeing this, Song Mo’s lips curled slightly. Noticing Jiang Nan’s expression, she lifted her chin proudly and shot a provocative look at Lin Yu.

Lin Yu naturally received the signal. Her hands at her sides curled into fists, and her eyes flashed with cold light. Without turning around, she stared straight at Song Mo.

“Jiang Nan, go check the fish soup in the kitchen. Don’t let it burn.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nan’s eyes flashed with disappointment. It seemed her wife really wanted a chance to be alone with the Protagonist Alpha.

And… for such a suggestive “wipe-down” interaction!

If Song Mo pulled something wicked and intentionally released Alpha pheromones, wouldn’t her wife be in danger as an Omega?

“Wife, Song Mo is an Alpha and you’re an Omega… staying in here alone would be very dangerous, right?”

Lin Yu’s irritation flared up as Jiang Nan continued to chatter. She knit her brow and snapped: “Get out.”

Seeing her wife’s tone so harsh, Jiang Nan felt even more aggrieved. She thought about how much her wife’s attitude toward her had changed and become abnormal since Song Mo arrived.

She pouted, her resentment growing. She raised her voice to vent her frustration: “How can you stay alone with an Alpha? Since you like Song Mo, just tell me… I—I’ll just leave!”

Finishing her sentence, Jiang Nan fought back the tears in her eyes, rubbed away the moisture with her hand, and turned to bolt out of the bathroom. Soon, the loud bang of the front door echoed through the house.

Song Mo’s eyes flashed with surprise at this sudden development. However, she quickly and indifferently picked up a towel from the hot water basin to start wiping herself, her thin lips parting to say:

“Ha. Thanks to you, it’s a mess.”

Lin Yu didn’t speak. Her face was grim, her eyes sharp. She knocked over the basin of hot water on the sink. It fell onto the tile with a clank, soaking the bandages and gauze on Song Mo’s abdomen, revealing a faint red stain.

She looked indifferently at Song Mo’s furrowed brow as the water hit the wound and gave a cold sneer.

“Thanks to you, I’m more certain of Jiang Nan’s heart.”

When Jiang Nan stepped out of the house, she took a deep breath, leaning against the door and stubbornly wiping her eyes. She was wearing only a single layer of thin pajamas.

The cold outdoor air made her instinctively huddle up. The bitterness and grievance in her heart expanded uncontrollably.

Wife is probably having “it” with Song Mo in the bathroom right now, right?

Clearly, I’m just the redundant cannon fodder.

“…Sister Jiang, why are you sitting outside?”

Jiang Nan was in the middle of her “pity party,” tears still falling. Hearing someone call her, she instinctively looked up. Through her blurred vision, she saw Dan Yang standing before her, holding a red plastic bag.

She turned her face away, rubbing her arms against the cold. Her voice was husky from crying as she muttered, “There’s someone else at home.”

Dan Yang paused. He seemed to smell an unfamiliar Alpha scent coming from the door other than Jiang Nan’s. He let out a helpless sigh. “Come to my place. If you freeze to death here, I’ll have to go to the police station for another statement.”

Walking into Dan Yang’s home, Jiang Nan found that while the furniture was old, it was kept very clean. There was a strange scent of things dried in the sun, which made her feel oddly comfortable.

The balconies in this building were so narrow; it should have been extremely difficult to get any sun, let alone have the house filled with that warm, unique aroma.

Dan Yang tossed the red bag onto the table and turned on the electric heater in the living room. Jiang Nan soon felt the chill leave her body, replaced by warmth.

She began to study Dan Yang, her tear tracks still not wiped clean. “What? Pitying me?”

Dan Yang raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes. He pulled out a chair and sat down, taking out a box of fried rice noodles from the bag to start eating.

“What’s the benefit of pitying you? You’re just freeloading on my heater money.”

Jiang Nan didn’t want to argue with a rude brat; she was too upset. Thinking about her wife and Song Mo together made her lose her appetite even for the fragrant noodles.

Seeing her rare silence, Dan Yang finished a mouthful and looked at her. “Your wife cheated?”

Jiang Nan: …This kid, why is he so aggravating!

She leaned back on the sofa, unwilling to recall what happened, and gave a lazy “unh” in confirmation.

Dan Yang didn’t change his expression. He just kept eating. “My dad cheated on my mom before she died… Talk to me. At least I’ve seen it; I can analyze it for you.”

A light flashed in Jiang Nan’s eyes—not because of the comfort, but because this was the first time Dan Yang had mentioned his parents.

Perhaps she could use this to break through and investigate the secrets hidden in this boy, then tell… Wife.

Wait, she’s not “Wife” anymore. She’s Lin Yu.

Jiang Nan gave Dan Yang a general overview of the past two days, though she omitted the plot of the book to avoid the secret of her transmigration causing unnecessary trouble.

After finishing dinner, Dan Yang sat on the sofa as well. The heater radiated warmth as he took a sip of hot water and spoke flatly: “Actually, in this situation, have you never thought of another possibility?”

Jiang Nan was still gloomy. Even though she’d vented her thoughts, it didn’t change the fact that Lin Yu was destined to be with the Protagonist Alpha.

It was the logical plot direction… her sadness was just a result of her own greed for love.

She leaned back in a “salted fish” slump, treating Dan Yang’s words as mere consolation. She changed the subject: “Did your parents have another ‘possibility’ then?”

Dan Yang’s eyes froze. Although a crack appeared in his expressionless face, Jiang Nan, as a medium, still couldn’t see anything from him.

No aura of resentment, no bloody aura of murder—not even a trace of negative emotion.

If this was Dan Yang’s true state, then his mental composure was extraordinary.

But if he had learned about her medium status from the Wang family and was faking it, then his secret… was far more complex than she thought.

“Heh. My dad didn’t just cheat; he killed my Beta mother. You think there’s another possibility?”

Jiang Nan flinched, realizing she’d accidentally brought up his cruel past. She laughed awkwardly. “…Uh, then, your life these years must not have been easy, right?”

Dan Yang scoffed at her awkwardness and leaned back carelessly. “It was alright. At least the Wang family Alphas gave me some job opportunities because of my dad’s debts, so it wasn’t too bad.”

Jiang Nan: Uh, wait, you’re allowed to just say that out loud?

Seeing her silence, Dan Yang turned his head and noticed the surprise in her eyes. He chuckled, putting a fist to his lips. “Isn’t that the reason you and Lin Yu suddenly appeared across from my house?”

Jiang Nan: …Shit?

Suddenly, Jiang Nan felt a wave of intense dizziness. Whether it was that strange “sun-baked” smell in the room or the continuous heat from the heater, she fell into a state of powerless lethargy, collapsing onto the sofa.

As her consciousness blurred, she saw Dan Yang slowly stand up and squat in front of her. He was smiling, his voice sounding distant and chaotic.

“Sister Jiang, you are my ‘other possibility’.”

I don’t understand… What the hell do you mean, you brat!

Then, Jiang Nan blacked out completely, falling into endless darkness.

After Jiang Nan lost consciousness, Dan Yang stood up slowly. A woman walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing a tight black chest binder and a pair of high-cut panties that bared her long, slender legs. As she walked, one could see a hint of moisture, making the scene incredibly suggestive.

Dan Yang instinctively looked away, his cheeks flushing as he swallowed hard.

The woman glanced at the unconscious Jiang Nan on the sofa. She tossed her wavy, shiny pink hair and walked over lazily, sinking into the sofa with a dazed sigh.

“Dan Yang, according to the agreement, your dad’s gambling debts are wiped clean by the Wang family.”

Hearing this, Dan Yang looked back at Lin Wan. His face was red, but his brow was knit as he asked in a trembling voice: “And you?”

Lin Wan’s eyes froze for a second before she let out a low, seductive laugh. Her finger brushed over Jiang Nan’s face as if admiring a new trophy, her eyes filled with a hunger to possess.

“As for me… I’m taking this spirit medium to the place she belongs, to do the things she’s meant to do.”

Dan Yang’s pupils shivered. He stared at Lin Wan, teeth clenched as he controlled his emotions. “And what about me?!”

Lin Wan stood up, crossing her arms and answering impatiently: “You’re free, Dan Yang. Isn’t this the moment you’ve dreamed of? You don’t have to keep paying into your father’s bottomless pit of debt.”

Dan Yang’s lips were pressed tight. He lowered his eyes, his fists clenching at his sides. “…You know perfectly well that’s not what I want.”

Lin Wan watched him with interest. She stood up—she was shorter than the boy by a head—and patted his cheek, her voice incredibly sultry.

“Dan Yang, you didn’t think I’d only ever sleep with you, did you?”

Dan Yang looked up, a look of defeated stubbornness in his eyes. He nuzzled against the coolness of her palm. “…Can’t you?”

Lin Wan acted as if she’d heard the funniest joke in the world. She doubled over with laughter, then leaned back on the sofa, admiring the boy’s suppressed misery. She explained with mock difficulty:

“The moment I became a pawn for the Wang family, I was nothing more than a tool they threw out to seduce people like you to reach their goals.”

“Dan Yang, you aren’t the first, and there’s no reason you’d be the last.”

Dan Yang’s fists tightened further. He said nothing, but a dark current swirled in his eyes as he stepped forward, pinning Lin Wan against the sofa.

The powerful pressure unique to an Alpha was the most irresistible thing for an Omega like Lin Wan.

She didn’t get angry; instead, she laughed. She lifted her knee slightly until it pressed against Dan Yang’s lower abdomen, teasing him: “What? Didn’t we just finish at noon? Can’t bear to let me go?”

Dan Yang didn’t speak. He brought his face close to hers, moving toward the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling the scent of her pheromones.

Lin Wan felt his hot breath on her sensitive skin. Her cheeks flushed with desire. She skillfully pulled open the only piece of clothing she was wearing. Her voice was a syrupy, panting whisper, like a succubus.

“…Dan Yang, it’s so wet. Can you help me stop it?”

When Lin Yu left Song Mo and stormed out the door, she immediately dialed a number from her organization. Her voice was filled with a frantic irritability she hadn’t even noticed.

“Quick! Track Jiang Nan’s current location!”

Standing in the slum residential building, looking at the narrow, maze-like alleys, she felt lost, not knowing where to run or look for Jiang Nan.

The voice on the phone responded: “Boss, the Perverted Spirit Medium’s phone appears to be off. We can’t locate her now. We can only see the IP address before it went off—it shows the rental apartment we arranged.”

Lin Yu stood in the cold wind, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She leaned against the wall, hand to her forehead. “Time of the last shutdown?”

“Boss, it was 6:10 PM.”

Lin Yu’s eyes snapped open. Her hand holding the phone trembled.

6:10 PM?

She remembered Jiang Nan ran out just after 6:00. That meant within those ten minutes, Jiang Nan hadn’t even left the building.

Did Jiang Nan wander the hallway for ten minutes, then turn her phone off and vanish?

Or was she… still in this building right now?

Lin Yu quickly pulled herself together and gave cold instructions: “Increase the manpower. Start a full-scale search for Jiang Nan. Report to me immediately the moment there’s news.”

She hung up, her fist clenched tight. Looking at the falling night and the howling wind, she remembered the night they first moved to the slums.

The chaos, the filth, the violent attacks… she associated those things with Jiang Nan’s trembling eyes.

If Jiang Nan encountered those things, what would happen?

Would she hate her? Or… would she stop liking her?

This thought hit Lin Yu like a physical blow, making her feel a suffocating tightness in her chest. Her hands, usually steady with weapons, were shaking. Frantically, she lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

Lin Yu frowned as if making a choice, but soon turned back toward their unit. She wanted to confirm her suspicion.

She walked to the door directly across from her own. Her brow knit as a faint trace of pheromones drifted from behind the door.

As a high-quality Omega, Lin Yu was extremely sensitive to these scents. Her heart tightened; she couldn’t help but wonder what was happening behind that door.

She adjusted her emotions, reached out, and pressed the doorbell, standing at the door and shouting bluntly:

“Dan Yang, it’s me. Open the door.”