The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 11

After Tan Hua fainted, Wen Chuan instantly panicked.

The Omega’s body was soft, supple, and carried a faint, refreshing scent of camellias. Coupled with her unexpectedly fair skin and the full, rounded curves that suddenly filled Wen Chuan’s view, every detail made her mouth go dry and her heart race.

By reflex, Wen Chuan tried to push Tan Hua away. But Tan Hua clung to her like she had no bones, or worse—like a piece of clingy, unshakeable adhesive. Wen Chuan was forced to support her full weight, and in that moment, she was keenly aware of just how light Tan Hua truly was.

Like a feather—just like the strands of soft hair that brushed lightly across her face, stirring up an oddly tingling and fluttering sensation in her chest.

The unfamiliar warmth and contact made Wen Chuan freeze. The muscles on her delicate face tensed as she stood stiffly, not knowing how to react.

She had never had any physical contact with Tan Hua before. Up until now, their relationship was strictly professional—clearly delineated, like a client and a contractor. One paid, the other provided emotional value in return—but only on a psychological level.

As for physical needs, Wen Chuan had never asked—because she didn’t need them.

What she needed was someone like in her memories: someone kind, morally upright, unafraid to call out her faults, and always pulling her back to the right path. Someone like an older sister, or perhaps even a mother.

So when their warm bodies suddenly touched without warning, Wen Chuan was completely stunned.

A blush crept unknowingly up to the tips of her ears. At that moment, she didn’t even have the mental capacity to worry about the threat Sheng Yiheng posed. She bent her head awkwardly, completely at a loss, and stammered as she looked at Tan Hua.
“Y-You okay?”

“Should I call an ambulance?” she asked as she pulled out her phone, finger hovering over the emergency call button—only to have it gently pressed down by a smooth, delicate hand.

“No need,” Tan Hua said weakly. “Just help me to the side to rest for a bit.”

She lifted her rosy face, her eyes fixed directly on Wen Chuan’s ever-deepening blush, which now looked like it could drip bl00d. Then, utterly unreserved, she gave a flirtatious whistle.
“Oh? Still a pure-hearted college girl, huh?”

The system hiccupped, exasperated, and just when it was about to scold her again, it heard Tan Hua continue in a teasing, meaningful tone,
“Well, this is a surprise—”

“…Host,” the system finally blurted out, grasping at straws. “Let’s try not to mess with innocent Alphas, okay?”

You never know when it’ll backfire!

Tan Hua chuckled to herself, ignoring the system completely and diving even deeper into her act.
“Xiao Chuan, come a little closer. I don’t have much strength left.” Her voice trembled, weak and feeble, as if she might faint again at any second. “Everything’s going dark. I can’t see clearly… I’ll have to trouble you to be my eyes for now.”

Wen Chuan gave a low, awkward hum of acknowledgment, unsure how else to respond.

She felt as stiff as a clunky robot pulled out of a 1990s trash heap. Every move made her bones creak.

Supporting Tan Hua against her will, Wen Chuan couldn’t help but start overthinking:
She came home so late last night—why did she travel all the way out to Shengyuan Group again today?

What exactly does she do all day? Why is she treating her body like it’s disposable?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She finally opened her mouth to speak:
“You—”

But just as the words slipped out, she caught herself and clamped her mouth shut, visibly shaken.

“What’s wrong?” Tan Hua looked up, her beautiful, watery eyes full of innocent confusion. Yet there was a seductive charm hidden in that look, like a dangerous hook that made it nearly impossible for Wen Chuan to look away.

After a long pause, Wen Chuan broke eye contact and turned her face away, flustered.
“…Nothing.”

“You sit here for a bit,” she said as she helped Tan Hua sit down and quickly withdrew her hand, as if Tan Hua were some kind of man-eating monster.

Tan Hua raised her brows. “What about you?”

“I’m calling a car.” Wen Chuan dutifully pulled out her phone, clearly trying to change the subject.
“I already booked the restaurant. Not sure if it suits your taste, but it’s rated pretty well. Worth a try.”

“Great!” Tan Hua replied enthusiastically. “If Xiao Chuan picked it, I’m sure I’ll like it.”

It was still a normal conversation, just like before—but somehow, Wen Chuan felt something was off. She couldn’t put her finger on it—just a vague sense that something had changed.

She fiddled with her phone, lost in thought.

Once the cheeky brat quieted down, Tan Hua shifted her gaze to where Sheng Yiheng had just appeared. The woman was gone, and no trace of her remained nearby.

Tan Hua rested her chin on her hand thoughtfully, unbothered.

In the world of body doubles, beauty was optional. What mattered was whether you could fulfill the client’s fantasy of their target. If you could, the job was practically guaranteed.

It was just that the original Tan Hua had only recently signed the stand-in contract with Sheng Yiheng and hadn’t gotten the chance to put it into practice. That meant Tan Hua had almost no prior experience to draw on.

Still, that wasn’t really a problem.

As long as Sheng Yiheng’s gaze continued to fall on Tan Hua, there was no escape for her.

The ride-hailing car arrived quickly. Wen Chuan hesitated for a moment, refraining from touching Tan Hua, and instead asked politely,
“Are you feeling any better?”

“Much better,” Tan Hua replied with a slight smile. Truly a Platonic, pure-hearted warrior—able to restrain herself even when faced with the body of her ‘white moonlight,’ even if that body belonged to a counterfeit.

Wen Chuan visibly relaxed at her words, then quickly added, as if trying to distance herself,
“You should sit in the back. I won’t squeeze in with you.”

She explained seriously,
“Your reputation and dignity are more important.”

Tan Hua lazily lifted her eyelids and smiled faintly.
“After what I’ve already done for you, do I even still have any reputation or dignity to protect?”

The driver immediately cast them a strange look. Wen Chuan froze, clearly flustered, and awkwardly climbed into the front passenger seat. She muttered to the driver,
“Last four digits: 1111. Let’s go.”

The girl was still young, inexperienced—unable to handle even mild flirtation. So with a stranger present, Tan Hua kept things relatively tame.

Leaning her chin against her hand, she gazed out the window and lazily began chatting with the system.
“I’m curious.”

The system perked up its metaphorical ears, immediately sensing trouble.
“Doesn’t Wen Chuan have any physical needs?” Tan Hua blinked innocently. “She’s an athlete, still in her prime—young and full of energy.”

“Surely she must feel at least a little…”

The system hurriedly cut her off, clearly conflicted.
“Host, she’s still just a kid.”

“But she’s legally an adult,” Tan Hua countered.

“Yes, but she’s still only eighteen. She hasn’t even entered society yet.”

“Eighteen…” Tan Hua glanced at the system, casually adding,
“Back in the old days, someone that age would already have multiple spouses and be surrounded by legitimate and illegitimate children alike.”

The system had no response to that.

After a long pause, it offered a diplomatic suggestion:
“Isn’t it possible her desires are directed toward someone else… and not toward you, Host?”

Tan Hua fell silent.

After a long moment, she finally muttered,
“System-boy, I’m going to remember that ugly little moment when you tried to drag me down.”

The system: “…”
When she’s fond of me, I’m ‘System-baby’; when she’s not, I’m ‘System-boy’. What a double-standard woman.

When they arrived at their destination, Wen Chuan walked ahead silently without checking whether Tan Hua was following. That sudden shift in attitude was a clear sign she’d been overthinking things during the ride.

Tan Hua wasn’t in any rush. She strolled along behind Wen Chuan and eventually sat down at their reserved table.

“What are you doing at Shengyuan Group?” Wen Chuan suddenly blurted out, seemingly out of nowhere.

Tan Hua didn’t pause as she took a sip of water. She even gave a faint smile.
“Working,” she replied plainly.

She tilted her head slightly and asked with curiosity,
“What did you think I was doing?”

“But the money I’ve given you should be more than enough to live on…” Wen Chuan had spent the entire ride in thought, ultimately concluding that her earlier emotional instability was due to not having full control or understanding of Tan Hua.

That Alpha who appeared out of nowhere—whose gaze carried an unmistakable, unfiltered threat—seemed somehow connected to Tan Hua.

Looking deeper, Wen Chuan realized she knew virtually nothing about Tan Hua beyond her stand-in work.

Like how she’d gone to a bar in the middle of the night yesterday and called in three Alphas to party with—one of whom turned out to be an S-rank Alpha even more capable and dominant than herself, likely the same Alpha she had just seen in the crowd.

Without her knowledge, Tan Hua seemed entangled with a whole host of Alphas.

If it had been Sister Cheng Yuan, she would never have done such shameless, boundary-breaking things. Cheng Yuan was nothing like this kind of capricious, flirtatious woman.

Tan Hua’s behavior was completely at odds with the character Wen Chuan had envisioned for her stand-in—and that gave her the perfect excuse to vent the unexplainable emotion brewing inside.

“That money you gave me?” Tan Hua sighed and spoke in a slow, earnest tone,
“Baby, do you even know how much real estate costs per square meter these days? Do you know how expensive a decent car is? Do you know how much I have to invest in myself to stay presentable every day?”

“Every beautiful Omega is a luxury—built on top of countless piles of cash.”

“That’s not how it’s supposed to be,” Wen Chuan interrupted, shaking her head.
“Sister Cheng Yuan never thought that way.”

Her eyes locked onto Tan Hua with an intense, scrutinizing gaze.
“Why can’t you be like Sister Cheng Yuan—treating material things like dirt?”

Tan Hua: “?”

She blinked, visibly confused, and then delivered a fatal blow with a teasing smile.
“Well then, if I were exactly like your Sister Cheng Yuan, would you love her… or me?”

“Or would you love us both?”

Wen Chuan was speechless—tongue-tied and unable to respond. Frustration flared in her expression as she raised her voice.
“You’re being ridiculous!”

“How exactly am I being ridiculous?” Tan Hua’s smile curved playfully.
“Little one, I hope you understand—being a stand-in means you’ll never truly replace the original. You can never become exactly like the real one.”

Wen Chuan hesitated for a moment.
Hey—wasn’t that line supposed to be mine?

Wasn’t she the one who was supposed to warn Tan Hua not to get delusional or overstep boundaries?

Tan Hua ignored the subtle shift in Wen Chuan’s expression. She smiled radiantly, clearly in a good mood.
“But if you really want me to become exactly like your Sister Cheng Yuan,” she drawled slowly as Wen Chuan instinctively prepared to object,
“Then you’ll have to pay more.”

“At least this much.” She cheerfully held up three fingers.

Whatever vague feelings Wen Chuan might have developed through their physical contact instantly evaporated:
“…”