After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega (GL) - Chapter 15
After the brief exchange with her sister, the time for farewell finally arrived. Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Changsheng prepared to leave.
Although Lin Xiaoyou felt reluctant to part, she made no effort to keep Lin Changsheng. Both of them were hiding things from each other, and in this silent understanding, neither voiced their doubts. Even though there were countless questions they wanted to ask, they could only leave them for another day.
After leaving Lin Xiaoyou’s home, Lin Changsheng didn’t drive away immediately. She sat in her car, still immersed in the sorrow of learning about her parents’ death, reflecting on all the information she had gathered that day—far more than she had anticipated.
The emotions tied to this body were something she couldn’t control. Even the phrase empathy couldn’t fully explain the strangeness of it.
Lin Changsheng could only interpret it as the subconscious of the original soul still exerting some influence over her.
However, she was determined not to let this alien feeling continue to control her.
If she was to live in this world long-term, she couldn’t afford to be swayed by such emotions.
Lin Changsheng could sense that Lin Xiaoyou was concealing some truths.
Most of what Lin Xiaoyou had shared about Lin Changsheng’s past focused heavily on her work. Regarding their parents’ car accident, it felt like something was still being hidden.
Because she had been overwhelmed by the sudden news of their deaths, Lin Changsheng hadn’t pressed further at the time, allowing Lin Xiaoyou to brush past it.
Now, having missed the opportunity, she could only plan to find another chance to dig deeper.
Calming down, Lin Changsheng reflected on the day’s events. She vaguely sensed that Lin Xiaoyou might have been testing her.
From her brother-in-law’s reaction, the presence of green peppers on the dining table—which shouldn’t have been there—seemed especially deliberate.
Lin Changsheng didn’t eat green peppers. She thought the original owner didn’t either—but she wasn’t entirely sure.
What was Lin Xiaoyou testing?
Was she trying to confirm whether Lin Changsheng was truly her?
Lin Changsheng knew very well that she wasn’t the original soul.
But why would Lin Xiaoyou feel the need to test her? Did she suspect she wasn’t the original?
Would ordinary people even think so deeply—let alone believe in something as absurd as soul transference?
Soon, Lin Changsheng dismissed the thought.
After all, if she hadn’t experienced it herself, she too would find it impossible to believe that such a fantastical thing could exist.
She still had to complete the system’s tasks in order to survive in this world—and she still needed to continue her investigation.
Deep down, she felt the real cause of the original body’s “darkening” must be hidden in the secret behind her parents’ deaths.
Determined to uncover the truth from other sources, Lin Changsheng started her car.
Little did she know that, from the balcony above, Lin Xiaoyou was silently watching her vehicle.
At that height, Lin Xiaoyou couldn’t clearly see Lin Changsheng’s expression.
The balcony lights were off, leaving her figure cloaked in the shadows, her expression unreadable, as if she was lost in thought.
Only after Lin Changsheng’s car drove out of the complex did Lin Xiaoyou quietly return to the living room.
Gu Ximeng, having finished her chores, worriedly came over to join her wife.
Since severing ties with Lin Changsheng, every time Lin Xiaoyou saw news about her sister, she would reveal a trace of sorrow.
At first, she even delved into urban legends about soul transferences.
But with ongoing investigations, mounting evidence had only proven that soul-switching was mere fantasy—impossible and absurd.
The DNA tests, the scientific achievements—everything pointed conclusively to Lin Changsheng being her true self.
During that period, even Mo Zhaoyan had grown distant, giving Lin Changsheng the cold shoulder.
Only Lin Xiaoyou continued to feel that the Lin Changsheng before her wasn’t the same person she had once known.
To those closest to her, it simply seemed that Lin Changsheng had changed after all she had been through.
Of course Lin Xiaoyou knew her sister had changed.
She had always believed that someone else had taken over her sister’s body.
Even though the idea was absurd, she couldn’t bring herself to fully accept it.
The sister she had once loved most, her last remaining family—how could she have turned into someone so unrecognizable?
Lin Xiaoyou would rather cling to a beautiful fantasy: that Lin Changsheng had merely been replaced, and one day, the real Changsheng would return.
Gu Ximeng didn’t know how to comfort Lin Xiaoyou.
In her view—like everyone else’s—Lin Changsheng had simply changed as her achievements grew. People changed; success bred arrogance.
But Lin Xiaoyou remained trapped in the illusion she had crafted for herself.
It was her hope, and Gu Ximeng dared not shatter it.
All she could do was support Lin Xiaoyou’s beliefs and decisions—as long as it kept her from falling into sorrow.
“Xiaoyou, are you okay?” Gu Ximeng asked, worried.
After all, Lin Changsheng’s sudden visit had disrupted their carefully maintained peace.
It was indeed abnormal.
But what concerned Gu Ximeng more was Lin Xiaoyou’s emotional state.
She was afraid the hope Lin Changsheng’s return brought would be followed by even greater despair—something Lin Xiaoyou might not be able to bear.
Yet after seeing Lin Changsheng today, even Gu Ximeng, who didn’t believe in soul transference, couldn’t help but waver a little.
Still, she leaned more toward a rational explanation—memory loss.
That seemed more plausible.
Gu Ximeng, grounded in science, believed Lin Changsheng’s changes were due to her amnesia.
Meanwhile, Lin Xiaoyou, tearful with joy, said, “She’s back. I can feel it. She is Changsheng—the real Changsheng.”
Gu Ximeng was about to comfort her when the phone rang.
Lin Xiaoyou answered—it was Mo Zhaoyan.
As expected, she called to ask about Lin Changsheng.
“Changsheng already left,” Lin Xiaoyou said. “I didn’t tell her much.
“By the way, do you remember what I mentioned to you before? Maybe it’s time you believed me.”
However, Lin Xiaoyou did not tell Mo Zhaoyan that she now believed this was the real Lin Changsheng.
She knew Mo Zhaoyan wouldn’t believe such a thing.
Mo Zhaoyan had never believed in soul swapping.
She had even arranged for a full set of medical examinations for Lin Changsheng to rule out the possibility of a body swap.
Despite Lin Xiaoyou’s constant mentions of soul transference, Mo Zhaoyan had never truly accepted it.
As her relationship with Lin Changsheng grew colder, she eventually stopped investigating altogether.
After hanging up, Mo Zhaoyan unexpectedly recalled memories from their previous life—after Lin Changsheng’s death.
After everything Lin Changsheng had done wrong, the internet had exploded with scorn and hatred.
No one wanted to be associated with her.
Even Zhou Yiyi, who had once left the company alongside Lin Changsheng, publicly distanced herself after Lin Changsheng’s death, claiming everything she did had been out of helplessness.
Everyone who had known Lin Changsheng had rushed to sever ties.
Almost no one attended her funeral.
Yet the sister who had publicly severed ties with her—Lin Xiaoyou—had been there.
The funeral had been organized by Mo Zhaoyan.
It had caused quite a stir.
News of their divorce had long been public, and after Mo Corporation’s downfall, Lin Changsheng had become its greatest enemy.
Everyone believed they had turned against each other.
In the end, it was Mo Zhaoyan—the former wife—who claimed Lin Changsheng’s body and organized her funeral.
It was beyond anyone’s expectations.
Many within the Mo family had tried to stop her, fearing the negative impact of associating with Lin Changsheng, who at that time was the target of universal condemnation.
But Mo Zhaoyan had insisted.
At the funeral, she publicly said to the nation,
“While she was alive, no one praised her for her contributions.
Now that she’s made mistakes, must she be denied even peace in death?”
Her words did not earn Lin Changsheng sympathy.
Instead, they provoked even harsher criticism.
Lin Changsheng’s wrongdoings were seen as unforgivable, even by death.
Though she had made great contributions, they could not erase her sins.
Mo Zhaoyan clearly remembered that Lin Xiaoyou and Gu Ximeng had attended the funeral.
At Lin Changsheng’s tombstone, Lin Xiaoyou broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably.
Even with Gu Ximeng by her side, comforting her, she couldn’t calm down.
If Mo Zhaoyan’s grief was silent and hidden, Lin Xiaoyou’s was laid bare for the entire world to see.
Crying, screaming, she kept shouting,
“That’s not Changsheng! She’s not Changsheng!”
How could someone who had committed so many terrible acts be the real Changsheng?
Lin Xiaoyou was lost in her fantasy.
Even so, even if she believed that wasn’t her sister—
At the moment Lin Changsheng truly died, Lin Xiaoyou knew, beyond any doubt,
Her sister was never coming back.
At the time, Mo Zhaoyan had thought Lin Xiaoyou had simply lost her mind, overwhelmed by grief.
She had never truly believed that Lin Changsheng had been replaced.
The time they had spent in love and understanding had lasted barely a year.
After that, it had been nothing but endless mutual torment and pain.
Sometimes, Mo Zhaoyan wondered—
Was her desperate longing to return to the past born out of love?
Or simply out of obsession?
Perhaps it was both.
Maybe that short, bright year had been too beautiful— So beautiful that, no matter how much pain followed, she still couldn’t help but want to return.