After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, I Marked my White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 30

When Jiang Nan woke up, she felt a massive, dull ache in her head. Forcing her eyes open, she realized she was lying on a very soft bed. The air carried a faint scent of camellia—unfamiliar, yet she felt she had smelled it somewhere before.

“Awake?” A voice from beside the bed pulled her thoughts back to reality.

Jiang Nan turned her head and saw Song Mo sitting on a chaise longue, wearing a pair of thin-framed glasses and holding a document, seemingly scrutinizing something carefully.

Lying in bed, Jiang Nan couldn’t help but recall that she had apparently passed out drunk from that glass of hard liquor and collapsed on the sofa. Now that she found herself neatly dressed and lying in Song Mo’s bedroom, she felt a wave of embarrassment.

“Um, actually, I don’t usually get drunk easily. It might be because I’ve been too tired lately… sorry for making you put me in the bed.”

Song Mo shrugged noncommittally, her eyes remaining on the document. She spoke in an unhurried tone: “The ‘hand-feel’ was alright, but I don’t like sleeping with people who are dead to the world… that feels a bit like necrophilia. Tsk, playing like that would be a bit too perverted.”

Jiang Nan: “…Siba.”

She shouldn’t have expected a single human word to come out of the mouth of this rude “Aggressive Lead.”

But since she was currently living under someone else’s roof, her hands were tied—it really hindered her ability to utilize her high-level, non-profane swearing techniques!

Jiang Nan pulled back the covers with an annoyed expression and noticed her phone sitting on the nightstand. She vaguely remembered hearing the ringtone before she passed out.

When she swiped open the phone, she saw a call from “Wife Lin Yu” in her logs. However, it showed as “answered,” and the time matched exactly when she had drifted off.

Jiang Nan looked up at Song Mo, who was still processing documents. Frowning, she questioned: “Was there a call for me before I fell asleep?”

Song Mo didn’t even bother to look up, her tone lazy: “Yeah, Lin Yu called. I just said one sentence and she hung up.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nan was so angry she marched over to Song Mo, snatched the document from her hands, and slammed it onto the side table. She protested: “How could you… just answer someone else’s phone! Now look what you’ve done—Lin Yu is definitely going to misunderstand me again!”

Song Mo frowned and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She took off the thin-framed glasses and looked at Jiang Nan’s “life or death” obsession over Lin Yu, a hint of irritability rising in her.

“I say, Big Sister, you and Lin Yu have already broken up… so what if she misunderstands? What if she doesn’t? What’s the point of you caring so much?”

“Grieving over a breakup with nowhere to vent, so you’re pinning your problems on me? You’re being a real idiot, Jiang Nan.”

Jiang Nan’s eyes froze. The momentum of her shouting vanished by half, and her arms hung weakly at her sides.

Song Mo was right. Lin Yu and she had broken up—or rather, it wasn’t even a breakup, since they had never truly begun.

Worse yet, the one who declared the end of their relationship was Jiang Nan herself, yet she was still the one who cared the most.

Jiang Nan adjusted her emotions, her eyes reddening. Her voice was muffled as she asked: “Did Lin Yu… really say nothing at all?”

Song Mo raised an eyebrow and shook her head, answering quite frankly: “Nope. She didn’t say a single word before hanging up on me… so rude.”

After saying that, she seemed to hesitate for a moment but chose not to continue. She simply picked the document back up from the table.

Just as Jiang Nan withdrew her gaze to lock her phone, she noticed various news apps were constantly pushing notifications.

She clicked in with confusion, and at the top of the reports were several large characters: SHOCKING! Small Boss Lin of the Black Gang suspected of keeping an Alpha Spirit Medium in private to curse her adoptive father to death!

Her finger trembled as she scrolled down. The media report attacked Lin Yu line by line, calling her cold and ruthless for wanting to secure her inheritance early. Even Jiang Nan’s own privacy as the “spirit medium” had been completely stripped bare by the media.

The user comments below made her heart shudder.

[I heard that spirit medium is a pervert who pesters Lin Yu for “group activities” every day… otherwise, she won’t help.]

[Crap, does that mean Lin Yu is a victim too?]

[Victim my ass! Upstairs is trying to white-wash her? Lin Yu is the person who wants to curse her own father to death! People like that have no bottom line. You can’t even imagine how dirty they play in private…]

[Lin Yu is a high-quality Omega. Has anyone who slept with her want to share what it’s like?]

[You’ll have to ask that pervert, hahaha. Maybe she’s watching right now.]

After reading these, Jiang Nan looked away, her spirit momentarily lost. Her arms dropped to her sides, and she felt as if something was lodged in her throat, making it difficult to breathe.

Song Mo noticed Jiang Nan’s expression. Her face hardened slightly as she stood up and walked over. She had naturally guessed that Jiang Nan had seen something.

She reached out and took the phone from Jiang Nan’s hand, tossing it aside. She was about to offer some comfort, but Jiang Nan cut her off.

“Song Mo… did Lin Yu call me just now because of this?”

Song Mo pressed her lips thin and then shook her head slightly, her voice deep: “I really don’t know. Lin Yu hung up without saying a word.”

Jiang Nan suddenly felt that she was exactly as Lin Yu had said before: without any protection, she couldn’t even protect herself, let alone the person she wanted to protect.

Suddenly, she felt a decadent sense of powerlessness. Those sharp, mean words had so easily turned the person she deeply loved into something “unbearable.”

Lin Yu must be so disappointed in her.

Because of her existence, Lin Yu had to encounter these baseless speculations and insults—to endure all of this for nothing.

Jiang Nan’s eyes lowered. She sniffled, feeling like she had to do something. Because… she really couldn’t just stand by and watch this continue to ferment.

“…Song Mo, tell me. Who arranged these reports?”

Song Mo couldn’t bear to see Jiang Nan like this. The usual playfulness and teasing in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a tight frown. Her voice carried an air of authority:

“Enough. These things aren’t as simple as you think. Stay out of it.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nan immediately looked up, her tear-filled eyes turning red. She shouted back, her emotions losing control: “What do you mean ‘stay out of it’! This involves me too! Am I supposed to just hide here like an idiot for the rest of my life?”

“Besides… Lin Yu must be feeling even worse than I am right now.”

Song Mo reached out and gripped Jiang Nan’s shoulders, giving a gentle, soothing rub. She explained slowly: “I know how you feel, but Jiang Nan, listen to me. Lin Yu can handle this perfectly well.”

Jiang Nan pushed Song Mo’s hands off her shoulders and turned her face away, asking stubbornly: “…It’s Jiang Zhou, isn’t it?”

Though her brain usually wasn’t the sharpest, when it came to things involving her divine power, she could see through to the fact that Jiang Zhou was the mastermind behind this.

After speaking, she shifted her gaze to Song Mo’s face. She didn’t hear an answer, only saw a deep frown and complex, dark eyes.

Seeing Song Mo’s expression, Jiang Nan knew Jiang Zhou was indeed the instigator of this media circus. Without another word, she charged out of the room.

Before Song Mo could even react, Jiang Nan had run downstairs, opened the front door, and bolted out regardless of the consequences. Song Mo could only lean against the stairwell, pressing a hand to her forehead with a headache.

Ha, seriously. Lin Yu is going to scold me again later.

Based on her divine power’s deduction, Jiang Nan took a taxi to a high-end Japanese barbecue restaurant managed by Jiang Zhou.

It was already past 10:00 PM. However, when she tried to enter, she was blocked by a waiter in a neat uniform at the front desk.

“Miss, I’m sorry. Our restaurant has been booked for a private celebration tonight. we aren’t accepting guests.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nan’s eyes turned a few degrees colder. As she looked up, she saw Jiang Zhou passing by her through the glass, holding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, heading out for a smoke.

Jiang Zhou was wearing a simple suit today, his collar slightly open. He dangled an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, and he carried a heavy scent of alcohol, swaying as he prepared to step out of the door with a lingering, excited look on his face.

Jiang Nan’s face was somber. Her puppy eyes were filled with hidden rage, and her fists at her sides tightened.

She spun around and lunged in front of Jiang Zhou. She violently slammed a fist into his chin and, not to be outdone, followed up with a kick straight to his abdomen.

Jiang Zhou was sent flying several meters, his back slamming into the barbecue restaurant’s reception desk with a loud thud, followed by the crisp sound of something cracking.

The waiters on the scene panicked instantly, rushing forward to check Jiang Zhou’s injuries, shouting “President Jiang” over and over.

The drunken Jiang Zhou was immediately jolted sober by the pain. Gritting his teeth, he looked toward Jiang Nan, his voice full of uncontrollable fury and madness: “Holy shit… do you want to die?!”

Jiang Nan actually hated the sight of blood, and she hated the violence and malice generated in a fight even more. Plus, her “shut-in” nature made her naturally timid.

But now, seeing Jiang Zhou with blood at the corner of his mouth, sitting weakly and losing control in front of her, a mysterious sense of satisfaction rose in her heart.

Jiang Nan stepped forward, looking down at Jiang Zhou’s ridiculous state—his nose was bleeding profusely from the blow. She planted her foot directly onto his face, the tread of her sneaker adding pressure to the force.

Jiang Zhou immediately let out a blood-curdling scream. Seeing how well Jiang Nan could fight, the surrounding waiters didn’t dare step forward, standing aside and trembling in fear.

She stepped on his face and leaned down slightly. Her usually soft voice was filled with a freezing chill.

“Delete that report right now. Otherwise, next time I’ll be stepping on… your damn dick.”