After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega (GL) - Chapter 16

The night had deepened.

Mo Zhaoyan was still working overtime at the company.

Due to the launch of a new inhibitor product, she had been working late for days on end.

After stealing a brief moment to hear from Lin Xiaoyou that Lin Changsheng had already returned home, she sent Lin Changsheng a message.

Lin Changsheng replied quickly, saying she was almost home.

Seeing the familiar text message, Mo Zhaoyan finally felt her restless heart settle.

As long as she thought about someone waiting for her at home, work no longer seemed that important.

In her past life, Mo Zhaoyan had been an obsessive workaholic, practically living at the company, barely ever returning home.

After all, a house without Lin Changsheng was nothing but an empty, hollow shell.

But things were different now.

The thought that someone was waiting for her at home made Mo Zhaoyan eager to leave.

Work would always be endless.

Thinking of Lin Changsheng, she decided to wrap things up for the day.

It had only been a few days since Lin Changsheng returned, yet Mo Zhaoyan’s heart remained uneasy, afraid that she would once again vanish from her world.

She needed to keep her close to feel reassured.

Stepping out of her office, she realized that almost everyone on her floor had already left for the day—except for Tang Ying.

As her assistant, Tang Ying always stayed behind whenever Mo Zhaoyan needed her, never leaving early.

Wanting to hurry home, Mo Zhaoyan called out, “You can leave too. There’s always tomorrow for the work.”

It was only then that Tang Ying noticed the young lady coming out.

She quickly stood up, bowing respectfully, her appearance meticulous and rigid, much like Mo Zhaoyan herself.

In the past, Mo Zhaoyan had told her there was no need to treat her like some untouchable heiress—they had grown up together, after all.

But Tang Ying always answered respectfully, still addressing her as “Miss,” no matter how many times she was told otherwise.

Mo Zhaoyan could only smile helplessly.

“Ying, you should have your own life. The Mo family shouldn’t be your everything.”

Tang Ying merely nodded, her face betraying no emotion as she watched Mo Zhaoyan’s figure disappear into the elevator.

Yet deep inside, doubts stirred.

Generations of the Tang family had served the Mo family, raising their children to believe their destiny was to serve and obey.

It was an idea ingrained in Tang Ying since birth.

But the truth was, she hadn’t always been Mo Zhaoyan’s shadow.

Tang Ying’s father held a lowly status among the Tang family line, and those of such rank typically worked in lesser roles.

To personally serve the direct bloodline of the Mo family—especially someone like Mo Zhaoyan, the only rightful heir—was unimaginable.

It had been Mo Zhaoyan herself who had asked for Tang Ying to accompany her to school.

At the time, only Tang Ying was close to her in age.

Mo Zhaoyan’s father, riddled with guilt over his affair and the arrival of Mo Zhaoran, readily agreed to his daughter’s every request.

From then on, Tang Ying had followed Mo Zhaoyan everywhere—studying and growing up alongside her.

There had been only one time when Tang Ying had timidly asked Mo Zhaoyan, “Why me?”

Usually, Tang Ying never questioned anything—she simply obeyed orders.

Mo Zhaoyan had thought for a while before answering:
“I saw you in the backyard, all alone. Even when others bullied you, you didn’t say a word.

But when someone tried to take your food, you fought back.

Even though you ended up getting beaten worse, you never cried.

I thought, this girl is my age, but she’s so much braver than me.

At that time, I didn’t even dare to defy my family’s orders.

It was you who showed me that rebellion was possible.

You gave me courage.”

Tang Ying had simply responded that she was just protecting her food because she rarely had enough to eat.

But to Mo Zhaoyan, Tang Ying was someone she truly saw as her own.

She had never once mistreated her.

“Have my own life…” Tang Ying silently pondered Mo Zhaoyan’s words.

In the past, Mo Zhaoyan would never have said something like that to her.

Their relationship had always been stable—neither intimate nor distant.

At that moment, Tang Ying’s phone buzzed with a new message:

“Long time no see. Want to meet?”

The words carried a teasing note; she could practically imagine the sender’s mischievous smile.

Tang Ying thought for a moment.

Had it really been a week since they last met?

Not too long.

Still, she swiftly replied:

“Where?”

“The usual place.”

“Okay.”

The other side didn’t respond again.

Without hesitation, Tang Ying packed up her things and drove to a certain hotel—one of the country’s most prestigious, under the Huayang Group.

Entering the grand lobby, she skillfully retrieved a room card.

The lobby manager, already familiar with her, personally escorted her toward the presidential suite on the top floor.

Throughout the entire process, Tang Ying showed no emotion.

She disliked attracting attention.

Yet every time she came, there were always whispers among the hotel staff.

Noticing this, the manager quickly scolded the newcomers, and Tang Ying, though not angry, genuinely disliked such flashy places.

She had no choice but to let the manager walk her to the elevator before stopping him.

Once the elevator doors closed, sending Tang Ying upward, the manager finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He then sternly warned the new employees again,
“Do you have any idea who that is? That’s the boss’s person. Watch your mouths.

Last time someone gossiped recklessly— even though the boss didn’t lose her temper on the surface, quite a few people ended up getting fired.”

Not long after, the “boss” they had been gossiping about arrived, sweeping through the lobby in a blaze of energy, followed closely by a row of bodyguards.

She wore a dazzling red gown, her long hair styled in luscious waves.

Every glance, every smile from her seemed to drip with seduction.

A perfectly placed tear-shaped beauty mark at the corner of her eye only heightened her allure.

She was Hua Miaomiao—the second young lady of the Huayang Group, and now its reigning power.

When speaking of her, one had to mention the Hua family’s unique tradition of naming.

Hua Miaomiao once had an elder brother named Hua Xin, who tragically died young.

Shortly after Hua Miaomiao’s birth, the Hua family brought in another heir from outside, Hua Yan.

The patriarch of the Hua family was a firm believer in feng shui and the Five Elements, naming the boys with single characters and the girls with double characters.

However, Hua Miaomiao had always disliked her name.

She headed straight for the presidential suite—her personal, exclusive domain—where no one else was allowed in, save for her lovers.

Currently, this suite belonged to Tang Ying, the one lover Hua Miaomiao still couldn’t bring herself to let go of.

Arriving at the door, Hua Miaomiao instructed her bodyguards to stay outside, swiped her card, and entered.

Inside, she didn’t immediately spot Tang Ying.

Through the semi-transparent glass of the bathroom, however, she could make out Tang Ying’s silhouette.

Feeling particularly pleased, Hua Miaomiao sat on the bed, admiring the view.

Hua Miaomiao was more fond of this lover than any she had ever had before.

Perhaps it was due to her particular tastes.

Though Tang Ying was technically an Omega, everything about her—the aura she carried, the way she held herself—was more like an Alpha.

Were it not for the pheromones she emitted during her heat cycles, one could hardly tell she was an Omega at all.

In contrast, Hua Miaomiao, despite being an Alpha, carried a naturally soft, vulnerable aura—one that evoked a fierce desire to protect.

Tang Ying stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel.

She didn’t seem surprised to see Hua Miaomiao there, even though Hua’s gaze roamed her body with brazen intensity.

“You’ve been so busy lately. We haven’t seen each other in ages,” Hua Miaomiao said with a slight pout.

Usually, their meetings skipped straight to the bed, with little conversation.

But hearing her complain, Tang Ying actually felt a trace of mockery rise within her.

“It was you who said: just the body, no feelings,” Tang Ying replied coolly. “Why the pitiful face now? Could it be that the great second lady of Huayang has actually fallen for someone like me?”

As she spoke, Hua Miaomiao had already pressed closer, hooking her arms around Tang Ying’s neck.

Without realizing it, her pheromones had begun to invade Tang Ying’s senses.

Tang Ying shivered slightly, hearing Hua Miaomiao’s voice dripping with seduction:

“Of course I won’t fall in love. I’m just afraid you might fall for me first.”

In the game of love, whoever falls first loses.

Hua Miaomiao was confident she would never lose.

Tang Ying, however, simply let out a cold, mocking laugh.

She lightly pushed Hua Miaomiao away.

“Busy with work,” she said curtly.

Hua Miaomiao was once again captivated by that icy expression.

It was precisely Tang Ying’s coldness that fascinated her.

How could someone treat me with such indifference?

“It’s because of Mo Zhaoyan, isn’t it?” Hua Miaomiao asked teasingly. “I heard the launch of the new inhibitor was delayed?”

Tang Ying’s expression shifted instantly.

She didn’t like mixing work into their interactions, and Hua Miaomiao had noticed her displeasure.

Quickly, she tried to smooth things over.

“Don’t be mad,” she coaxed, smiling. “Why don’t you just come work for me instead? It’ll be way better than staying with Mo Zhaoyan.”

“If there’s no action, I’m leaving,” Tang Ying said flatly, standing up as if ready to go.

Hua Miaomiao quickly reached out to grab her.

Tang Ying was always so emotionless—even in the throes of passion, her expression barely changed.

Perhaps only in those fleeting moments of physical intimacy would she reveal slight traces of vulnerability.

Tang Ying preferred being on top.

And Hua Miaomiao loved it when she was.

“Don’t go,” Hua Miaomiao whispered.

Her voice was as enticing as ever.

But Tang Ying knew better than to trust that soft, harmless appearance.

Beneath that delicate façade lurked a ruthless predator—one that wouldn’t hesitate to destroy anyone who got too close.

And yet, despite knowing all of this, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse her.

Hua Miaomiao was simply too perfect a lover—always giving her space, never clinging, never making demands.

It was only recently that she had begun to show signs of possessiveness.

Without warning, Tang Ying tore off her towel.

Hua Miaomiao’s eyes lit up at the sight before her, her body trembling slightly.

The scent of roses—sharp, thorny roses—slowly filled the room, spreading from Hua Miaomiao’s pheromones.

Then she heard Tang Ying’s rare, teasing voice:

“Get down.”

Though it sounded playful, Hua Miaomiao knew it was a command, edged with cold amusement.

Tang Ying knelt on the bed, and Hua Miaomiao immediately obeyed, lying down submissively as instructed, awaiting her next order.

“Good girl,” Tang Ying whispered. “Time for your candy.”

In Tang Ying’s eyes shone a rare trace of a smile—a chilling, dominant smile, as if she were looking at a slave, a queen surveying her obedient subject.

And Hua Miaomiao, in that moment, truly felt like her willing slave.

The “candy” she had longed for—earned only through obedience—was finally offered.

As her tongue tasted the sweetness, as the candy melted, flooding her mouth with syrupy fragrance, Hua Miaomiao wished she could melt into it forever.

Tonight, she knew, would be a long, sleepless night.