After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, I Marked my White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 31

XX Themed Love Hotel.

The air inside the suite was thick with the scent of overlapping pheromones. Song Mo sat on a lounge chair at the foot of the bed, propping her chin up as she watched the Alpha kneeling on the bed—hands bound, face flushed a deep crimson.

Seeing this, Song Mo’s expression flickered with a hint of boredom. She slowly stood up, intending to begin the next round of her assault, but she hadn’t expected her phone to ring at that exact moment.

She shot a glance at the Alpha waiting for her on the bed, then picked up the phone with a sense of listlessness. Seeing “Dan Yang” on the caller ID, she rolled her eyes irritably and swiped to answer.

“Kids who don’t sleep at midnight might not grow tall, you know.”

On the other end, Dan Yang seemed to hear the subtle noises in the background. His tone was deep, as if he had encountered an emergency. “…Dammit, you actually have the heart to play around in a hotel right now.”

“Check the news online. That Alpha you brought back has caused a massive disaster this time.”

Dan Yang hung up immediately. Before Song Mo could ask anything more, her expression hardened as she began checking the news.

She clicked on a recent report at random. The headline was eye-catching: SHOCKING! President Jiang of the Black Gang brutally beaten late at night; the attacker is the Spirit Medium kept by Small Boss Lin!

Seeing this, Song Mo couldn’t help but curse twice. She looked up at the Alpha still whimpering on the bed and spoke coldly: “I’m leaving. Money’s on the table.”

She quickly threw on her clothes and jacket from the sofa, ignoring the Alpha behind her who was begging to be untied, and strode out of the suite without looking back.

When Song Mo arrived home, she saw Jiang Nan sitting on the sofa slurping a bowl of river snail rice noodles (luosifen), excitedly sharing the scene of her beating Jiang Zhou with Dan Yang.

“Dan Yang, you have no idea… you know? That weakling was literally kicked by me until his bones cracked. Ha, it felt so good.”

“Working out all night made me hungry… this luosifen is great, it’s only right when it’s extra spicy and extra stinky.”

Opposite her, Dan Yang watched with a dark face, frowning and leaning back as if he couldn’t stand the smell of the extra-stinky bowl.

Seeing Song Mo return, Dan Yang pouted and said bluntly, “This idiot beat up Jiang Zhou. Now the media is all busy feeling sorry for him.”

Seeing that Jiang Nan still looked completely relaxed, Song Mo pressed a hand to her forehead with a headache. Her tone was inevitably irritable, her voice colder than usual.

“Jiang Nan, can’t you rein in that explosive temper of yours? Do you have any idea that everyone is busy cleaning up your mess right now?”

“You think you were helping Lin Yu? …You’re just making trouble! Do you understand?”

Hearing this, Jiang Nan’s expression faltered. She slowly set down her chopsticks.

In truth, the moment she charged in to hit Jiang Zhou, she had already anticipated the resulting misunderstandings and insults.

She feared nothing… except for Lin Yu hating her more and more.

But their relationship, which never truly started, was already over. What did it matter if she was hated? Perhaps she was the only one still hoping for something.

A trace of gloom flashed in Jiang Nan’s eyes. She looked down and defended herself in a low voice: “I know I acted impulsively and caused you a lot of trouble. But I really just wanted to stand up for Lin Yu. It’s as simple as that… I’m sorry.”

She stood up slowly, her chair making a scraping sound against the floor, and turned toward the front door.

Song Mo’s tone softened slightly. She frowned, her eyes following the retreating figure. “It’s late. Where are you going?”

Jiang Nan’s voice was muffled, as if she couldn’t suppress the bitterness welling up in her heart. “I’m going out for some air.”

Before Song Mo could ask anything else, Jiang Nan walked out the door, followed by the sound of the electronic lock engaging.

Jiang Nan leaned against the door, took a deep breath, and looked up at the orange light in the hallway with a sigh.

So… I was wrong, wasn’t I?

Jiang Nan walked down to the courtyard below Song Mo’s apartment. The winter wind pierced through her thin jacket, making her huddle her shoulders as the streetlights illuminated the path.

She walked to a sheltered bench and sat down. Her eyes turned red, and the tears began to fall.

Now, whenever her phone buzzed with a notification, she felt a wave of nausea.

She could hardly imagine how Lin Yu… was enduring all of this.

As Jiang Nan was lost in her thoughts, a warm palm suddenly rested on her head. She instinctively recoiled and looked up, only to see Lin Yu standing right in front of her.

…Lin Yu? Why is she here?

Jiang Nan’s pupils constricted, her eyes full of shock. Her cheeks, chilled by the wind, were pale. She spoke with a trembling voice: “…Lin… Yu?”

Lin Yu was squatting in front of her, wearing a dark leather jacket. Her deep gray eyes looked exceptionally gentle under the orange streetlight, though her slight frown made the moment feel surreal.

It was as if the person she thought of day and night—the one who supposedly hated her—had unexpectedly appeared. Jiang Nan forgot to breathe, staring at her dazed and greedy for the sight.

Lin Yu moved her hand from Jiang Nan’s head to her knee. Her voice held a worry she couldn’t hide, and her eyes showed the exhaustion of a long journey. “Why are you out here alone? …And why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

Jiang Nan immediately pulled her phone from her pocket and saw seven or eight missed calls from Lin Yu. Her chest felt tight.

She had silenced her phone so she wouldn’t have to see the harm the outside world was inflicting on Lin Yu.

She set the phone aside and turned her face away, looking down. She didn’t want Lin Yu to see her crying again, so she said nothing.

Lin Yu reached out, her knuckles gently brushing the skin under Jiang Nan’s eyes. Her tone softened significantly, and much of the exhaustion in her eyes dissipated. “Why are you crying again?”

Jiang Nan wiped her eyes forcefully, her voice raspy. She refused to show weakness. “Who’s crying? You think I cry every day?”

Lin Yu caught Jiang Nan’s wrist, stopping her from rubbing her eyes into a swollen mess. She used one hand to gently wipe the tears away. “You do cry every day.”

Jiang Nan froze for a moment, then looked down again, complaining in a weak voice: “It’s all because of you.”

Lin Yu watched her. Her brow slowly relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, as if she had finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“If it’s because of me, then that’s great.”

Jiang Nan didn’t understand what Lin Yu meant, but her heart began to race. She looked up, asking in surprise: “What?”

Why did Lin Yu come to find her? Knowing my feelings, why does she keep doing things that are so easily misunderstood?

Lin Yu withdrew her hand and looked into her eyes, observing every tiny expression as if she refused to let anything go. She continued to ask: “Why did you fight him?”

Jiang Nan’s heart thudded. Her eyes darted away in a panic like a child who had done something wrong. She couldn’t find the right words. “It was… just…”

Lin Yu stood up slowly and sat down beside Jiang Nan. Her gaze didn’t waver for a second, as if confirming her own guess. She asked without hesitation: “It was because of me, right?”

Jiang Nan’s hands at her sides tightened around the hem of her shirt. She kept her eyes down, trying to hide her emotions but failing miserably at lying. She forced herself to say: “I don’t know.”

Lin Yu responded quickly, her tone slightly cheerful: “So, you still like me.”

Hit right where it hurt, Jiang Nan immediately looked up and turned to meet those deep gray eyes in a panic. “What?! No, I don’t…”

Before she could finish, her chin was lifted forcefully, and lips smelling of Photinia covered hers, sealing the lie she was about to tell.

The soft tongue was on a constant offensive. Jiang Nan, who had been in the cold wind for so long, finally felt warmth and couldn’t help but respond greedily and passionately.

Then Lin Yu suddenly pulled away. She looked deeply at her with lowered eyes. Her grip on Jiang Nan’s chin loosened, and she used the tip of her cool thumb to gently wipe the moisture from the corner of Jiang Nan’s mouth. Her voice was flat yet slightly raspy.

“This is enough. Don’t worry too much.”

After saying this, Lin Yu stood up and walked away along the apartment path without looking back.

Jiang Nan sat there, watching the slender back and feeling the gentle sensation lingering on her lips. It felt like a beautiful, bubbly hallucination.

She touched her lips, her eyelashes trembling, completely dazed.

What did Lin Yu mean by that? And if she hates me, why kiss me so gently?

Is it pity? Or is she treating me like a clown, testing my feelings over and over?

…Truly, what am I still hoping for?

The Lin Residence.

Lin Yu sat on the sofa in the reception room with a nearly burnt-out cigarette between her fingers. Her long, straight legs were propped on the low table. She squinted, taking a sharp drag, and quietly watched the man lying on the floor—covered in medicated patches and gritting his teeth in pain.

Jiang Zhou had never expected that the always-calm Lin Yu would use such a violent method to hold an unequal negotiation with him.

He had spent over twenty years in the Lin family with her. He knew Lin Yu was emotionally stable and never acted impulsively or recklessly for fear of losing the status her father gave her.

Eaten away by pain and losing his mind, Jiang Zhou began to threaten her: “Lin Yu! You treat me like this, aren’t you afraid my dad will finish you off? Huh?”

“I’m warning you, if you keep being this ungrateful, I’ll expose everything about how you’ve been coveting the family assets all these years! Let everyone see your ugly true face, Lin Yu!”

Hearing this, a trace of impatience appeared on Lin Yu’s face. She stood up slowly and signaled the bodyguards to step back. Some ash from the burnt-out cigarette fell directly onto Jiang Zhou’s forehead. The sudden, stinging heat made him gasp.

“Actually, I didn’t care about the little tricks you were playing at first. But… you did something I can’t ignore.”

She leaned down slowly, her cold eyes fixed on the struggling Jiang Zhou.

She took the cigarette butt and slammed it directly onto his arm. The contact of high heat with skin produced the sizzling sound of searing meat, followed by a wisp of white smoke.

Jiang Zhou let out an uncontrollable scream. His eyes were red with rage as he glared at Lin Yu, but he was too pained to speak, his mouth merely trembling as he struggled.

Lin Yu’s voice turned colder as she continued: “You provoked my person, and even tried to drag her down with you.”

“So, you deserve everything you’re getting, Jiang Zhou.”

Jiang Zhou burst into a sudden laugh, his eyes glaring at Lin Yu with a mix of malice and mockery. “Ha, Lin Yu, Lin Yu… I didn’t expect you’d actually like that little boy-toy.”

The moment he finished, Lin Yu tossed the cigarette aside. She looked at the seared wound indifferently, her brow furrowing in feigned pity. She mocked him with a cold laugh, dragging out her words:

“I wonder, how does it feel for a barbecue restaurant owner to be grilled himself?”

When Jiang Nan returned to Song Mo’s house, her mood hadn’t improved. Ignoring Song Mo’s calls from the sofa, she went straight upstairs to the guest room prepared for her.

She collapsed onto the soft bed, hugging a pillow. Frowning, she stared dazed at the ceiling bathed in soft moonlight.

Why do that? What is Lin Yu thinking? What does it mean?

Wasn’t it Lin Yu who pushed me away first? Did something happen suddenly?

Is she… toying with me? …No, I’ve already been toyed with once. Ha, I can’t let it happen again.

But why, when Lin Yu kissed her, did her heart still race? Why did she respond so fiercely, as if losing her mind?

Tsk, I’m going crazy.

While lost in thought, she drifted into a heavy sleep. When she woke up feeling a sudden chill, she realized in her dazed state that she hadn’t covered herself with the quilt.

Frowning irritably, she used her legs to pull the quilt over her, but then she heard a faint movement outside the room.

She got out of bed and crept to the door. Peeking through a crack, she saw a pink head with her back turned, arguing with Dan Yang on the second-floor landing.

“Dan Yang, I’m warning you one more time, stop fucking bothering me! …I don’t have time for a brat like you!”

The light in the hallway was weak, making it hard to see Dan Yang’s expression. She only heard the boy’s voice, clear but intentionally lowered.

“Were you injured at the Lin house?”

“Don’t touch me, annoying… go away, I’m going to sleep.”

“Then sleep with me.”

“You’re crazy! Mmph… don’t touch me, I’m really tired.”

Jiang Nan: …My pupils are literally exploding.

Does a kid like Dan Yang really like a “mop” like Lin Wan?

What a sin, what a sin.

She had thought Song Mo was just joking with her earlier; she hadn’t expected it to be true.

The noise woke Jiang Nan up completely. Feeling a bit of a headache, she turned back to her bed. She noticed her phone screen was lighting up with notifications despite being on silent.

Curious, she picked it up. She saw reposts of media apology statements, saying the previous reports were untrue, had confused the facts, and had misled the public.

So… did Lin Yu do all this?

Was that ‘don’t worry’ referring to this?

She hit someone, yet Lin Yu tried to pull down all the negative news about her.

Why?

Should she contact her? Or ask her clearly why she did this?

But then Jiang Nan’s mind flashed back to what Lin Yu said outside the aquarium.

“I like sleeping with you. If you’re willing, I think we can maintain this relationship in the future—meeting up for sex.”

Ha, forget it. I shouldn’t have any expectations.

When Jiang Nan woke up the next day, Song Mo told her that the Lin family was holding a funeral for Chairman Lin today. In common terms, everyone who had a connection to the Lins was going to “eat the funeral feast.”

As a tiny, insignificant character, Jiang Nan felt a bit awkward attending. She scratched her cheek and asked, “Am I… allowed to go?”

Song Mo stood before the full-length mirror in the living room, adjusting a blindingly bright brooch on her chest. She narcissistically checked which angle made her jawline look better and replied lazily:

“If the illegitimate daughter of Lin Wan’s great-aunt’s niece can go, why can’t you?”

“Besides, you’re the only Alpha who has been introduced to the Lin family elders by Lin Yu herself.”

Jiang Nan didn’t even know how she ended up being hoodwinked by Song Mo into arriving at the hotel entrance for the feast.

Chairman Lin was once the leader of the Black Gang. Now that his funeral was finally happening after his accidental death, everyone from the underworld had come to participate. The scene was spectacular—a sea of people gathered at the massive rooftop banquet venue.

When Song Mo brought Jiang Nan in, many people turned to look at them, whispering in hushed tones.

“Hey? Isn’t that the spirit medium who injured President Jiang? The boy-toy they’re keeping actually has the nerve to come to the feast?”

“Right… these kept people just don’t know their place. President Jiang’s father is Chairman Lin’s own brother-in-law. Tsk, she dared to hit him like that.”

“Aya, you sure worry about a lot. Small Boss Lin can protect her; what are you all fussing about?”

Song Mo led Jiang Nan to an assigned table and sat down. She leaned toward Jiang Nan’s ear and whispered, “Ignore them. It’s just relatives talking gossip. Once this blows over, they’ll forget.”

Jiang Nan looked around the crowd as if searching for someone. “It’s fine, I don’t care about that.”

As she spoke, her gaze found Lin Yu sitting at another table not far away. She was wearing a well-tailored black suit jacket today with a pure white chrysanthemum pinned to her chest. She was standing by her seat, responding to guests who came to talk to her.

Yes, she cared more about Lin Yu.

At that moment, Lin Yu seemed to sense the gaze from afar. Looking up, she locked eyes with Jiang Nan’s puppy eyes. Her expression froze for a second.

Jiang Nan quickly looked away. For some reason, she felt the guilt of being “caught peeping.” She awkwardly picked up a drink from the table and took a large gulp, biting her lip.

Ever since Lin Yu came to find her that last time, she hadn’t tried to contact her again—not even a text or a call.

So why did Lin Yu do that that day? Why come and provoke her like that out of nowhere?

It made her think about it all day; she cared so much, yet she had to secretly hope and then secretly be disappointed. It was so volatile.

As Jiang Nan was grieving silently, Jiang Zhou walked in from outside. His arm was in a cast and sling, and there were several bandages on his forehead. His face was dark and full of rage. He grabbed a bottle of red wine from one of the round tables, instantly drawing gasps from the guests.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to him, and Jiang Nan instinctively looked over too.

Jiang Zhou’s eyes were fixed on Lin Yu. Aggressively, he smashed the wine bottle against the corner of a table. In an instant, the sound of glass shattering rang out, and shards and red wine sprayed everywhere.

The scene fell into instant chaos. Many guests shrieked and moved away from Jiang Zhou, who was holding the jagged, blade-like broken bottle.

“Lin Yu! I’m telling you! Today I’m not just eating Uncle Lin’s funeral feast… I’m eating yours!”

Seeing this, Jiang Nan stood up immediately. She noticed the murderous aura in Jiang Zhou’s expression today; he was clearly going for Lin Yu.

As Jiang Zhou lunged with the broken bottle toward the expressionless Lin Yu, Jiang Nan rushed in front of her at top speed. She instinctively raised her arm to shield her, her brow furrowing as she squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the pain.

At the same time, she heard Song Mo’s voice, full of unbelievable rage:

“Dammit! Jiang Nan! Are you crazy!”