After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, I Marked my White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 29

Inside the rental apartment.

“Boss, the spirit medium’s luggage seems to still be here. Should I clear it out?”

Lin Yu stood in the living room, leaning against the narrow balcony with a flat expression. A slender cigarette was held between her fingers; from time to time, she raised her hand to take a sharp drag, her brow furrowing.

Since returning from the aquarium, she had assumed that Jiang Nan—just like after their previous quarrels—would let her anger dissipate and eventually return to her side piteously, apologizing with those affectionate puppy eyes.

But today, she hadn’t.

Lin Yu was pulled back from her thoughts by her subordinate’s voice. She looked up and noticed the wall clock in the living room showed it was nearly 6:00 PM.

Extinguishing the nearly burnt-out cigarette in the ashtray beside her, she looked at the red suitcase the man was holding and asked, “What luggage?”

The subordinate opened the suitcase right there. Inside the large bag lay only a single white scarf that looked poorly handcrafted but was just barely wearable.

The subordinate found it strange. He picked up the raggedy scarf and asked tentatively, “Boss, do you want me to… throw it away?”

Lin Yu looked at the snow-white scarf. The needlework was extremely crude, yet even so, it was clear that the person who made it had been exceptionally dedicated.

Lin Yu didn’t need to guess; she knew this was Jiang Nan’s doing.

Only she could make such a mess of things.

Whether it was cooking, this scarf, or that passionate yet sensitive heart.

Lin Yu looked at it in a daze for a moment. After a silence, she ordered with a look of impatience, “Throw it away. It’s annoying to look at.”

The subordinate immediately complied. “Yes.” He turned, clutching the suitcase, intending to toss it into the trash station downstairs.

Lin Yu glanced at the red suitcase. Walking from the balcony into the living room, she ruffled her hair irritably and shouted, “Forget it. Bring that trash back to the villa.”

She didn’t understand why Jiang Nan did these things. Was it love? Or just trying to please her?

She was clearly no good at it, yet she still chose to make a fool of herself by trying.

…Tsk. She clearly likes me, and I clearly did exactly what she asked. Why is she still so sad? Why is she so hurt?

They had slept together, they had kissed, and she had even gone through with the date properly.

So why insist on using a specific label to bind two people together? Their current relationship was perfectly fine as it was.

Jiang Nan had enjoyed it at the beginning, too—so why was she now crying and shouting about leaving?

Truly… strange and frustrating.

When Song Mo brought Jiang Nan to her apartment, Jiang Nan had expected some flashy, blinding villa. Instead, it was a duplex apartment. The spaciousness and minimalist furniture made her feel… that it didn’t quite match Song Mo’s “Aggressive Lead” status.

The moment they arrived, Song Mo collapsed onto the sofa, shed her jacket, and rested her hands behind her head. “Come here,” she said in a relaxed tone. “Check if my wound has reopened.”

Jiang Nan looked around at the furniture before slowly walking to Song Mo’s side. She squatted down, blinked, and said, “Then lift your shirt up. How am I supposed to see if you stay like that?”

Since she was living under someone else’s roof, Jiang Nan had to learn to bow her head. After all, the homeowner was lying right there; her tone was naturally less reckless than when they first met.

Song Mo showed no intention of lifting her own shirt. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a punchable smirk, as if she were enjoying a service. “I’ve been driving for so long that my hands are sore. You do it.”

Jiang Nan: Siba… fine. Since I’m not paying rent, these are small matters.

Jiang Nan reluctantly reached out to lift Song Mo’s tight top. Upon contact, she could feel the other’s warm body temperature against her fingertips. The wound on the lower abdomen was still perfectly wrapped in gauze; no blood from a tear was visible, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

“The wound is fine. You probably just pulled at it by using too much force. Just be careful in the future.”

Song Mo had been watching Jiang Nan’s expression. Hearing this, she let out a chuckle. “What? Disappointed you didn’t get to change my dressing?”

Jiang Nan: ?

…No, what level of narcissist is this!

Jiang Nan gritted her teeth, suppressing her temper, and gave a polite smile. “One punch from me, and maybe we will need to change the dressing.”

Song Mo shrugged noncommittally, her smile becoming quite sultry. “That works too. That way I can lie around at home for another half a month, and my relatives who are hunting me can take a break.”

Jiang Nan caught the key point. Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, she asked, “…Hunting? Why is the Wang family hunting you?”

Song Mo seemed to recall something. She sat up slowly, raising an eyebrow and resting her arms on the back of the sofa. “What else could it be… I’m a relative with a different surname; naturally, they can’t tolerate me.”

After saying this, she noticed Jiang Nan nodding thoughtfully and immediately felt like teasing her. Her smile deepened. “Of course, those are secondary reasons.”

Jiang Nan instinctively gave a “Huh?” and scratched her cheek in confusion. “Is there something else?”

She didn’t recall hearing any specific details from Lin Yu about why Song Mo was being hunted. Could there be a hidden story?

Song Mo nodded with a smile, leaning closer to Jiang Nan. She whispered mysteriously: “Because… I slept with my second grand-uncle’s Alpha, my third aunt’s niece’s Omega, and my dad’s illegitimate daughter’s Beta.”

Jiang Nan: …!

Holy crap, is the hidden attribute of the Protagonist Alpha actually being a ‘mop’ (promiscuous)?

Not only does she “eat everything,” but she messes around with her own relatives. No wonder the Wang family wants to stab her.

Jiang Nan gave a dry, awkward laugh and instinctively backed away. “Ha… ha, is that so? In that case, being hunted isn’t a surprise at all.”

Song Mo looked at Jiang Nan’s “I’ve seen a ghost” expression. She hadn’t expected her to believe it so easily. Laughing inwardly, she continued to lick her lips playfully. “What? Are you scared?”

Teased like this, Jiang Nan swallowed nervously. “Let me make this clear first! I’m no good in bed, my body is stiff, I don’t know how to pant, my stamina is terrible, and I faint once I finish. So… I am, haha, definitely not a good choice.”

“Ahem.” A male voice from behind interrupted their conversation.

Jiang Nan jumped in fright. She spun around to see Dan Yang—who had been missing for days—standing at the top of the stairs, looking at them with a dark expression.

Song Mo didn’t look surprised by his appearance. She just gave a reluctant scoff. “Why are you back at my house again? Truly… a buzzkill.”

Jiang Nan: Why is Dan Yang at Song Mo’s house? And what did Song Mo mean?

Has Dan Yang been coming to Song Mo’s place often?

Dan Yang stepped forward, noticed the look on Jiang Nan’s face, and rolled his eyes. “Don’t look at me with that ‘I’ve slept with her’ face, okay?” he explained impatiently.

Jiang Nan gave a dry laugh and scratched her cheek. “Is that… not the case? Haha.”

Dan Yang looked at the triumphant Song Mo and then at Jiang Nan. Wordlessly, he turned into the dining room, poured a glass of water, and took a sip, seemingly unwilling to explain further.

Jiang Nan looked at Song Mo and couldn’t help but ask, “Do you and Dan Yang know each other? It seems you two are quite close.”

Song Mo sighed nonchalantly, returning to her usual lazy state. She leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed. “Something like that. If it weren’t for Lin Wan’s sake, I wouldn’t take in a pathetic creature like him.”

Jiang Nan caught the keyword. As if discovering a world-shaking secret, she asked in shock, “Wait, Lin Wan and you also…?”

Song Mo opened her eyes slightly, her gaze full of playfulness. She looked toward Dan Yang and noticed the slender youth’s hand tightening around his glass until the veins were visible.

“Ah… as for that, it’s better if I don’t say. Otherwise, someone might throw a childish tantrum if they hear it.”

Dan Yang slammed the water glass onto the table with a dull thud that made Jiang Nan’s heart quiver.

Jiang Nan: Aha, okay, why is this getting so brain-draining.

So Dan Yang, Song Mo, and Lin Wan are in some stable triangular geometric relationship?

Seeing this, Song Mo let out a hearty laugh. “See? The kid’s throwing a tantrum again.”

Dan Yang rolled his eyes with a dark face, but because he wanted information, he reluctantly walked over to Song Mo. Frowning, he asked, “Where is Lin Wan? Why can’t I contact her?”

Seeing Dan Yang so desperate for news of Lin Wan, Jiang Nan felt even more certain of her suspicions.

Song Mo made a dismissive sound and raised an eyebrow. “How would I know? I’m not her parents, and I’m not her partner… honestly, how annoying.”

Recalling something, Jiang Nan spoke up slowly: “I heard from Lin Yu that the killer of Chairman Lin has been identified. Maybe Lin Wan is at the family home handling things… after all, she is Chairman Lin’s biological daughter.”

Hearing this, Dan Yang’s face turned even grimmer. He glanced at Song Mo and said in a deep voice, “Something’s wrong.”

Jiang Nan leaned against the sofa and blinked. “What’s wrong?”

Dan Yang shifted his gaze to Jiang Nan. He frowned, his lips pressed thin, his voice carrying unmistakable worry.

“Lin Wan… she must be in trouble.”

Having spent time with Lin Yu, Jiang Nan knew from the subordinates and Lin Yu herself that Lin Wan was likely one of the key figures involved in Chairman Lin’s murder.

Plus, Lin Yu had said the killer was identified, so if Lin Wan was in trouble at the Lin residence, it was likely Lin Yu’s doing.

Furthermore, Jiang Nan had met Lin Wan up close. Those beckoning amber eyes carried a hidden, predatory danger; her aura was like a venomous snake that could entwine itself around anyone.

Jiang Nan didn’t understand why Dan Yang was so worried about someone like Lin Wan. She remembered how her wife, Lin Yu, had been exhausting herself over her father’s case, and it was all connected to Lin Wan.

She stood up and questioned Dan Yang in a harsh tone, “Dan Yang, are you blind? Someone like Lin Wan was clearly involved in the plot against Chairman Lin.”

“Besides, she never got along with him. His will left most of the assets to Lin Yu. She brought this on herself! If she’s in trouble at the Lin house, it’s because of the bad things she did…”

Song Mo’s expression froze for a second, but then she burst into a laugh that shook the ceiling. It was as if she’d heard a hilarious joke; tears actually gathered in her eyes. Once she calmed down, she looked at the dark-faced Dan Yang.

“Dan Yang, did you hear that? Ha! She says you’re blind for falling for someone like Lin Wan.”

Dan Yang looked at Jiang Nan. His fists at his sides trembled slightly. The youth’s eyes held a cold, warning glint. “Do you know Lin Wan well? If you don’t, then don’t talk nonsense in front of me.”

“Heh, actually, you’re right. I bet even Lin Yu, who lives with you day and night, doesn’t know her.”

Because Dan Yang brought up Lin Yu, Jiang Nan—who was already in a “heartbroken” state today—felt as if a knife had been driven into her soul.

It was true. She didn’t understand Lin Yu at all.

So what if their pheromone compatibility was high? So what if they lived under the same roof?

She still didn’t understand Lin Yu’s heart. She didn’t understand why Lin Yu could say those things or trample on her feelings so lightly.

Jiang Nan’s eyes turned red. She didn’t rush to argue with Dan Yang; she just slowly sat back down on the carpet, hugging her knees. “…Sorry. I don’t understand her.”

She could lower her pride and apologize; she could rein in her temper.

She… just didn’t want anyone to belittle the person she liked most in her heart.

Seeing Jiang Nan like this, Dan Yang’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He took a deep breath, looked away, and adjusted his emotions. He didn’t say anything more to her, only telling Song Mo flatly, “I’m going to the Lin residence right now.”

Hearing this, Song Mo finally dropped her playful act. She glanced at Dan Yang as he headed for the door. “Don’t worry. Lin Wan sent me a message last night saying she’d just be at the Lin house for a few days and that she’s fine.”

“Since she can send me messages on her phone, it means she’s doing fine—fed, warm, and has internet. I don’t know why you’re fussing over nothing.”

Dan Yang’s footsteps stopped. He returned to Song Mo’s side, his face looking much better, the cold tension gone, though his eyes remained stubbornly determined.

“Then why… why doesn’t she contact me?”

Song Mo let out a scoff, lazily lifting her eyelids. “Because you’re annoying,” she explained boredly.

Sitting nearby, Jiang Nan caught the subtext. She looked at Dan Yang’s face and realized he was truly serious about his feelings for Lin Wan.

This sounds… why does it feel so similar to me and Lin Yu?

Dan Yang ground his teeth, unwilling to argue with Song Mo. He turned and stomped upstairs, his slender back disappearing around the corner.

Jiang Nan looked at Song Mo curiously, her inquisitiveness getting the better of her. “What is the relationship between Dan Yang and Lin Wan?”

Song Mo looked down, her eyes narrowing as her smile deepened. “Whatever the relationship is between you and Lin Yu, that’s what it is between them.”

Jiang Nan: …That wave of magical damage was way too high.

Seeing Jiang Nan’s face darken as she prepared to sink back into heartbreak, Song Mo stopped teasing and changed the subject. “But Dan Yang was right about one thing.”

“Neither Lin Yu nor Lin Wan are as simple as you understand them to be.”

Jiang Nan was instantly pulled back by these words. She blinked, frowning slightly. “What do you mean by that?”

Song Mo adjusted her seating position, resting her hands behind her head. “In the eyes of outsiders, Lin Wan is exactly as you say—frivolous, tangled up with us Wangs, and bitter about the inheritance.”

“To many, it seems Lin Wan should be the primary suspect in her own father’s murder.”

Jiang Nan asked in confusion, “Isn’t she?”

From both logic and case analysis, Lin Wan was heavily implicated. Plus, the first time Jiang Nan saw her, she felt a heavy bloody aura, suggesting close contact with the killer.

Song Mo raised an eyebrow and let out a light laugh. She leaned forward, closing the distance to Jiang Nan. “Of course not.”

After saying this, she stood up and poured some hard liquor into a glass. She took a bucket of ice from beside the sofa, used tongs to drop two cubes into the glass, and poured. The orange-yellow liquid looked crisp and inviting against the ice.

Song Mo placed one glass in front of Jiang Nan, then took her own and swirled it. She took a sip, her eyes appearing more relaxed.

“Lin Wan is Chairman Lin’s biological daughter. When she was small, her Omega father who gave birth to her passed away, so Chairman Lin was always very good to her. The rumors of a broken relationship are false.”

“However, he also had very high expectations for her, but Lin Wan wasn’t the right person to take his place… So, to ensure he had a successor, he adopted Lin Yu.”

Jiang Nan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “So you’re saying… there’s no way Lin Wan would have killed Chairman Lin?”

Song Mo nodded, seemingly unwilling to say more. She just clinked her glass against Jiang Nan’s. “Try it. It’s an eight-figure bottle. Not bad.”

Jiang Nan: …Heh, of course the protagonists in books are always loaded!

She pouted, picked up the glass, and took a large gulp. The pungent liquid immediately choked her throat. Her face turned beet red as she complained to Song Mo: “Cough, such expensive wine tastes so bad… Song Mo, did you get scammed by the person who sold this to you?”

Song Mo watched Jiang Nan’s “unrefined” reaction and couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing her eyes tearing up from the shock of the alcohol, Song Mo felt a wicked desire to tease her.

She sat cross-legged in front of Jiang Nan, leaning her upper body forward. Observing those eyes that turned red just from a bit of alcohol, she swallowed and asked in a low voice: “Drunk?”

Jiang Nan wiped the spicy liquid from her lips with the back of her hand. Her tongue still held that bitter, cringing taste. Since it was likely the first time she’d tasted such strong liquor, a thin blush instantly covered her cheeks.

Looking up, she saw Song Mo very close to her, her beckoning eyes narrowed. Jiang Nan instinctively wanted to pull back.

Her voice was slightly raspy from the alcohol. “How… how is that possible? I have a good tolerance. It’s just your wine—the wine tastes terrible.”

Song Mo tucked a stray hair behind Jiang Nan’s ear. They were only centimeters apart; her warm breath fanned against Jiang Nan’s earlobe.

Feeling the wave of heat, Jiang Nan jumped up, bumping into the sofa behind her and sinking into the soft cushions. Perhaps the sudden movement sent the alcohol straight to her head.

The scene before her became blurry. All she could see was the crystal chandelier in the living room, which looked twisted and wobbly.

This wine… seems way too strong?

Before Jiang Nan could react, her eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. As her consciousness faded, she seemed to hear the ringtone of her phone in her pocket, but she was too exhausted to move. She soon fell into a deep dream.

Sitting there, Song Mo curled her lips into a nonchalant smile. Hearing the phone ringing in Jiang Nan’s pocket, she reached in and pulled it out. The large screen displayed the words “Lady Wife” in bold letters.

Song Mo let out a cold scoff. She downed her liquor in one gulp and slammed the glass onto the table. Glancing at the sleeping Jiang Nan collapsed on the sofa, she deliberately swiped to answer the call.

On the other end, the caller seemingly hadn’t expected the phone to finally be picked up after ringing for so long.

Lin Yu’s grip on her phone tightened. She went silent for a moment, and just as she summoned the courage to speak, a voice that made her blood boil came through the receiver.

Song Mo deliberately lowered her voice, making it sound deep and magnetic through the line, like the lazy, lingering tone of someone after an intimate encounter.

“Jiang Nan just fell asleep. Tell me, Lin Yu, do you have any urgent message you’d like me to pass on for you?”