Using Beauty to Commit Crimes (Lily ABO) - Chapter 1

When Jiang Yan said she wanted to adopt a child, Director Liu’s expression turned a little strange.

A 20-year-old unmarked female Omega wanting to adopt a child—and insisting the child be at least 12 years old? Anyone who heard that would feel something was off.

But Director Liu still gathered the children’s files for her. The Jiang family was the main financial backer of this orphanage—the real sugar daddy. No one could afford to offend her.

The lives of one child versus a hundred children—who didn’t know which side was heavier?

The moment Jiang Yan opened the first file, she knew the orphanage staff already thought she was a pervert. They assumed she had come here to pick out a clean, untouched child, raise them from young, then—whether after they differentiated or even before they had the chance—devour them whole like a black widow spider squatting in the center of its web, crunching up every last bone.

The stack of files was quite thick. Jiang Yan flipped through casually; there were at least twenty, all children aged thirteen or fourteen.

Each file contained not only basic information but also a specially attached medical examination report, with the predicted differentiation gender clearly marked.

Every single one: Alpha.

As Jiang Yan leafed through them absentmindedly, she thought that even if she really wanted to check the size of these children’s penises, the orphanage leaders would probably make the kids drop their pants and line up so she could measure each little dick with a ruler.

The more she looked, the more it felt like she was selecting a concubine. She couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud. To the people in the orphanage, that only confirmed her depravity.

But Jiang Yan didn’t care. Having lived two lifetimes, she already understood that things like “face” and “reputation” were the most useless of all.

“Director Liu, this child looks good.”

The one Jiang Yan had her eye on was surnamed Peng. He had just turned 14 the day before yesterday. His tested Alpha pheromone index wasn’t particularly high among the group, but his appearance was undeniably the most beautiful.

Jiang Yan liked beautiful things—beautiful houses, beautiful objects, and of course, beautiful people.

“This child…” Director Liu was a female Beta, yet she had an even gentler, more maternal aura than most Omegas. She was usually calm and composed; it was rare to see such hesitation on her face. “His personality is a bit… unusual. Would you like to look at others?”

“No need.” Jiang Yan stood up with the file in hand. The people sitting nearby hurriedly stood as well, and suddenly the already cramped director’s office felt even more crowded.

“I’ll transfer another 2 million over,” Jiang Yan said. Her fingernail scraped along the wall; the damp, grayish-white plaster that had bubbled up from days of continuous rain flaked off and crumbled to powder on the floor.

“This office building is quite old. It should be renovated.”

She watched Director Liu force a twisted smile, sweat beading at her temple as she thanked her profusely. Jiang Yan knew the woman must think this 2 million was hush money for “selling” a child.

As she passed through the activity area, the children watched her from a distance, their eyes filled with naked envy and jealousy so intense it almost made Jiang Yan laugh.

They already knew someone had been chosen. One more chance at having a home had just disappeared.

Kids really were interesting.

Jiang Yan thought silently, an irrepressible smile spreading across her face.

When Assistant Sun told her the boy had already gotten in the car, someone suddenly grabbed her hand.

The fingers were very warm, the bones long—that was Jiang Yan’s first impression.

She turned around and was surprised to see a girl, about fifteen or sixteen, wearing the orphanage’s standard white shirt and blue overall skirt.

“I’m prettier than him.” The girl pointed toward the second car parked outside the gate—the boy Jiang Yan had chosen was sitting inside.

Jiang Yan studied her. The girl wasn’t wrong. It had been a long time since Jiang Yan had seen someone this beautiful.

The girl’s face was completely bare of makeup, yet it carried the vivid, sultry glamour of a classic Hong Kong beauty—sharp, sculpted eye corners, delicate nose tip, defined jawline, every feature honed as if carved and recarved. In this rundown orphanage, her beauty stood out dazzlingly.

Even more remarkable: there was pride in her eyes. She knew she was beautiful, and she knew exactly how to weaponize it.

Jiang Yan suddenly realized that the phrase “using beauty to commit crimes” wasn’t exaggeration at all—it was simply stating a fact.

“Su Yi, what are you doing? Go back right now and don’t disturb Miss Jiang.” Director Liu sounded nervous and tried to sound stern as she scolded the girl.

The girl was a little tense; a flush appeared high on her cheekbones, making her look even more strikingly gorgeous.

Seeing that Jiang Yan wasn’t speaking, she seemed to think her incomparably beautiful face wasn’t persuasive enough. So she quickly threw in one more bargaining chip.

She stood on tiptoe and leaned close to Jiang Yan’s ear. Jiang Yan noticed the girl was only a tiny bit shorter than her.

There was a faint smell of turpentine on her—she must paint.

“My dick is bigger than his too,” the girl said.

Jiang Yan’s eyes widened in disbelief. Then she threw her head back and laughed—laughed for a long, long time, until tears came to her eyes.

Her gaze involuntarily flicked down between the girl’s legs, but the skirt hid everything.

Should she lift it and inspect the goods?

The thought flashed through Jiang Yan’s mind. Her fading smile bloomed again. She deliberately cleared her throat and turned to the director, whose face was now filled with embarrassment.

“Director Liu,” she asked, “can I take one more?”