The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 10

“Can you have some dignity?” Tan Hua scolded, utterly speechless, giving the system a harsh lecture—only to immediately leap toward Sheng Yiheng the next second.

With a cheerful smile, she clung affectionately to Sheng Yiheng’s arm and cooed,
“President Sheng, I’m so sorry I’m late.”

System: “……”
I really thought you were the kind who would rather break than bend.

Tan Hua blinked her big, innocent eyes and tilted her delicate, pitiful little face up to gaze at Sheng Yiheng’s tall figure.
“It’s only been a few days, President Sheng, but I missed you so much.”

“Every single minute felt like a year.” Her eyes roamed over Sheng Yiheng from head to toe, bold and unabashed.
“President Sheng, you’ve gotten even more beautiful.”

“You’re so gorgeous—how are the other Alphas on this planet supposed to survive?!”

The other people in the elevator: “……”

What did I just hear?
Where did this flirty, shameless Omega come from?

This woman had the nerve to trash-talk President Sheng earlier and now was kissing up like nothing happened—without even blushing!

No way Sheng Yiheng is going to fall for this act.

Everyone kept their eyes dutifully on the floor, pretending not to listen—but in truth, every one of them was sneaking glances at Sheng Yiheng, waiting to see how she’d respond.

With a blank expression, Sheng Yiheng pushed away the soft, fragrant, clingy Omega beside her and said coldly,
“You’re late.”

“First day on the job and you’re already late. Do you know what the penalty is?”

Tan Hua looked baffled. How on earth would she know?

Sneaking a peek at Sheng Yiheng’s increasingly dark expression, Tan Hua racked her brain and offered,
“…Uh… free punishment? No charge?”

The silent onlookers in the elevator were instantly overwhelmed with complicated emotions.
“?”
Free punishment?

Is she saying what I think she’s saying?
President Sheng always looked so dignified and proper, but could it be that she was secretly into—doing those kinds of things to helpless Omegas behind closed doors?

A vein pulsed on Sheng Yiheng’s forehead. She looked down at the girl’s faux-innocent face and said flatly,
“Empty words won’t help you.”

“Your pay will be deducted, as per standard company policy.”

Tan Hua: “?”

Truly the face of capitalism’s evil. Even the wolves of Wall Street would cry if they saw this. I have every reason to believe Sheng Yiheng just wants to shortchange me. Don’t you agree?

The system stared up at the ceiling, exhausted.
No, I don’t want to think anything anymore.

Tan Hua, undeterred, continued to plead,
“President Sheng, don’t be like this! Your cold-hearted attitude is breaking my spirit. Just look at me—I’m penniless, desperate, fragile. If I don’t get this paycheck, I’ll be starving in the streets tomorrow!”

Her expression pitiful, her voice sincere, she didn’t even blush as she spouted lie after lie.
“Please have mercy this one time—I’ve truly, deeply realized my mistake. I swear it’ll never happen again!”

She even raised her hand in a solemn oath, looking like a model of repentance.

The elevator staff were quietly listening to her entire performance. Some even wanted to speak up on her behalf but didn’t know where to start. After a long pause, someone in the corner finally spoke softly,
“President Sheng… Omegas are a vulnerable group. Plus, today’s her first day—maybe she just got delayed because she’s unfamiliar with the route to the office…”

Tan Hua immediately turned toward the voice.
Who is this kind soul standing up for me?!

Even before she found the speaker, her mouth instinctively picked up the cue:
“Yes, exactly! The traffic was terrible! I live in the Blue Lake District, President Sheng—you wouldn’t believe it, I woke up at five just to catch the bus!”

She found the kind-hearted woman who had spoken up and gave her a dazzling smile.
“And last night, I worked three part-time jobs. Six hours of overtime. I didn’t even get home until the middle of the night…”

The lies were becoming more and more outrageous.

Sheng Yiheng stared at her without expression. Clearly annoyed by Tan Hua’s string of nonsense, she finally said, just as the elevator doors opened:
“Don’t let it happen again.”

And then she walked off.

Tan Hua’s eyes lit up as she watched Sheng Yiheng’s quickly disappearing figure. She raised her voice and chirped sweetly,
“Thank you, President Sheng~!”

Sheng Yiheng’s pace didn’t falter in the slightest.

It wasn’t until the system gently reminded her that Tan Hua realized belatedly—right, she was supposed to follow Sheng Yiheng out of the elevator.

She clutched her crossbody bag and hurried after her.
“President Sheng, wait for me!”

Sheng Yiheng didn’t even bother to respond. With a graceful hand, she pointed toward a nearby office with a clean, minimal setup.
“That’s your workspace.”

Just as Tan Hua was about to thank her, Sheng Yiheng added flatly,
“Unless it’s something urgent, don’t bother me unless I call for you.”

Tan Hua immediately understood.
“Got it.”

So that’s how it was. Sheng Yiheng had placed her in the company like a decorative vase—someone to look at during tea breaks, something to ease the stress of a long day.

Act like a useless ornament? Please. That’s Tan Hua’s specialty.

She stood at the doorway of her new office, hesitating for a moment before finally walking in and sitting at the desk.
It’s the first day, she thought. Better pretend I’m working… at least a little.

As for the days ahead—Sheng Yiheng would soon learn that nothing cheap ever came without a price.

Sheng Yiheng was extremely busy. All morning, she didn’t so much as glance Tan Hua’s way. It was like Tan Hua was nothing more than a tiny pet she had dumped in a corner of the office.

Tan Hua enjoyed the peace. Following the plan she made last night, she began calling a few agents to inquire about local real estate prices.

“What? That expensive?!”

She hesitantly followed the agent’s instructions and opened a real estate website. The numbers on the screen made her vision go black.
“…Sorry to bother you.”

Housing prices had soared to ridiculous heights—so high, even in a cliché ABO drama world, there was no escape. Tan Hua stared at the balance in her bank account. It was barely enough for the down payment on a tiny one-bedroom apartment.
“…Actually, I think I should try getting a little closer to Zheng Jinyu again.”

Determined, she turned to the system.
“That house Zheng Jinyu prepared for the original host—whose name is on the deed?”

The system stuttered.
“Zheng Jinyu’s.”

The last sliver of hope was gone. Anxiety crept in as Tan Hua, now as rootless as a floating weed, once again felt the cruel malice of the main system bearing down on her.

But soon, she snapped out of it.
“Fine. If I can’t buy a house, then I won’t.”

She stretched lazily, resting her arms behind her head.
“If I can’t afford to buy a place, I’ll just keep living in the bar. Work by day, spend by night—contributing to GDP and stimulating the national economy. That’s the real hustle.”

“The bar even covers utilities and comes with empathetic Alphas who chat with me. One bill, two services—why are you electrocuting me?!”

She was furious.

The system, now finally equipped with a reliable way to keep Tan Hua in check, spoke with newfound confidence:
“Please focus on your romance targets, Host. Stop daydreaming about all this smutty garbage.”

“It’s bad for your health.”

It sounded like it was giving sage advice—but not even trying to act human.

Tan Hua sneered.
“You think you can threaten me?”

The system’s eye twitched. It had a very bad feeling.

It quickly looked over, just in time to see Tan Hua pull out her phone and start going through her transaction history. Then she tapped on the group chat labeled “Big Suckers”, her gaze drifting across the names of Lu Huaixu, Wen Chuan, and Zheng Jinyu—clearly trying to decide who she should fleece next.

The system breathed a small sigh of relief. Sure, she was slacking off, but not completely.
As long as she still wanted to make money, there was hope. At least she hadn’t lost all motivation in life.

After some careful thought, Tan Hua decided on Wen Chuan. She was young, easy to coax, and easy to fool—unlike Lu Huaixu and Zheng Jinyu, who’d both been around the block more than once.

She sent Wen Chuan two messages in a row:

“What are you doing? Busy?”
“Got time for lunch? [Location]”

Wen Chuan replied quickly, clearly on her phone:

“Training.”

She followed it up with a selfie in her workout gear. The girl was handsome, with clean, defined features and fair skin. Despite her good looks, the youthful innocence in her face kept her from coming across as greasy—instead, she had that fresh, heart-throbbing “first love” energy.

She had just finished training. Fine strands of her hair were damp with sweat, and a light sheen trickled down her slender face and jawline, adding a seductive edge to her youthful sharp features.

It was the kind of tantalizing, sweat-drenched look that most Omegas would have a hard time resisting—and Wen Chuan knew it.

A second passed. Then another.

Tan Hua’s reply came in:

“PE major? Trash.”

Wen Chuan: “?”
What’s wrong with being a PE major? I didn’t even do anything!

Tan Hua, phone in hand, sighed and shook her head.
“Should’ve known just by looking at her height and face.”
She muttered to herself,
“PE majors? Even dogs wouldn’t date them.”

Wen Chuan felt a bit confused—and slightly irritated by the fact that Tan Hua had rejected her. So, with a trace of petty vengeance, she replied:

“I’ve got time. I’ll come find you after school.”

…Well, that works.

Tan Hua smiled faintly:

“Then today’s still billed as usual, okay?”

Wen Chuan responded with an “OK” emoji, but something about it felt off. She stared at her phone for a long time, as if she could bore a hole through the screen. And then, slowly, the realization struck—

Wait a minute.
Was Tan Hua worried she’d get a freebie and not pay up?

Feeling insulted by such an outrageous suspicion, Wen Chuan gripped her phone tightly and sprang to her feet. Her coach called after her, but she didn’t even look back.
“Coach, I’m taking the afternoon off.”

—

Meanwhile, Tan Hua was bored out of her mind in her secretary’s office, barely hanging on until the lunch break. The moment the clock struck noon, she shot straight toward the company’s main entrance.

She couldn’t take another day of this awful job.

As she walked, she mulled over one important thing:
I have to find a way to make Sheng Yiheng give me a raise.

Just then, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. Caught off guard, Tan Hua frowned and turned her head—only to see Wen Chuan.

“You don’t look like her when you frown,” Wen Chuan said quietly.

Tan Hua: “……”
She smiled politely.

If you weren’t paying, someone would’ve beaten you up by now.

Still, she dutifully played the role of Cheng Yuan, the woman Wen Chuan liked.
“What do you want for lunch, Xiao Chuan?”

Wen Chuan had already made a restaurant reservation in advance, but she was in a playful mood. Just as she was about to mess with Tan Hua by saying something random, she suddenly felt a piercing, intense gaze fixate on her.

She whipped her head around—and spotted her instantly.

In the crowd stood an Alpha dressed in sleek businesswear, radiating overwhelming presence and sheer intimidation.

Tan Hua noticed Sheng Yiheng too. Resting her chin in her palm, she stared at her for a few seconds with mysterious amusement.
How could such a golden opportunity just fall from the sky? I was just trying to figure out how to make Sheng Yiheng pay me more, and now Wen Chuan is serving it up on a silver platter.

The system hadn’t yet figured out what opportunity Tan Hua meant—until it saw her suddenly collapse gently into Wen Chuan’s arms.

“Xiao Chuan… I feel so dizzy.”

System: “???”
All your vital signs are normal, so what exactly is “dizzy” about you?

Drop the act already.

Tan Hua leaned lightly against Wen Chuan’s slender-looking but surprisingly strong arm. Her red lips curled into a satisfied smile.

Think you’re the only sugar mama?

Wrong.

Everyone’s getting put to work.