After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega (GL) - Chapter 2

I am Mo Zhaoyan, forty years old.

For nearly a decade, I poured my heart into one project, exhausting the company’s entire fortune. And finally, in the year 2060, I succeeded in developing a machine capable of time travel. Theoretically, it could return someone to the past—but no one had ever tested it.

I would be the first.

I didn’t know if the experiment would fail or if there would be any accidents. But I had to go back. Since the day she left, I hadn’t had a single peaceful night. I used to think the company meant everything to me, but after she was gone, I realized—nothing else mattered.

Her eyes, full of despair, haunted me every single day.

The year 2050—when Lin Changsheng and I divorced—was the beginning of it all. Everything started to spiral from there. After leaving with nothing, Lin Changsheng started her own research company. Not long after, Mo Corporation launched a new drug developed from her previous research. But the medication triggered severe side effects. The company was forced to pull the product from the market in a hurry.

And that was just the beginning.

Lin Changsheng soon released a new drug that could eliminate those side effects. It effectively suppressed pheromones without harming the glands and could be safely used during susceptibility and heat periods. At first, the drug showed no side effects at all.

But six months later, disaster struck.

Mass casualties began to occur—mostly Alphas. Over 80% of the A population was affected.

The day Lin Changsheng was arrested, I went to see her. She wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Her eyes were filled with endless darkness—madness and despair.

She was no longer the person I knew.

At some point, she had changed.

“Why did you do it?” I asked.

“Why?” She laughed hollowly.
“Did you ever care about me? Do you even know what I went through?”

I couldn’t say a word. I had never been good at expressing myself. And at that moment, with a dull ache in my heart, I realized I had no answer. I stood there, silent, as she laughed manically.

Suddenly, she pulled out a small hidden knife and held it to my throat. Her lips brushed my ear, her voice soft and tinged with amusement—just like the countless times she had whispered intimately to me in the past.

“An S-rank Omega… even a scratch would draw global attention.”

I didn’t flinch. From the corner of my eye, I saw it was just a dull, replica knife—completely incapable of doing harm.

“You wouldn’t hurt me.”

For a brief moment, there was a flicker of light in Lin Changsheng’s eyes—but it was too faint. So faint that I couldn’t be sure if it was even real, or just a trick of my heart.

Then she laughed like a madwoman.
“You believe I wouldn’t hurt you—but do you think they will believe that?”

Her words confused me… until I understood.

In the next moment, Lin Changsheng raised the blade in a threatening motion.

A gunshot rang out, echoing through the entire building.

The bullet struck her squarely in the head. It shattered the floor-to-ceiling window behind her.

How could I, Mo Zhaoyan, not be surrounded by security?

Lin Changsheng dropped the blade, arms falling to her sides. She spread them wide, a faint smile on her lips, as she fell backward—like she was finally free.

I reached out, trying to grab her—but caught nothing.

Helplessly, I watched her fall.

And with her, my heart plunged into endless darkness.

“No—!”

Lin Changsheng never had any intention of hurting me. I was the person she had held dearest—how could she possibly have meant to harm me?

For the first time, I felt truly powerless. I couldn’t stop anything. I couldn’t change anything. In truth, I had never really known her.

We had been married for three years. There were moments of sweetness, yes, but in the end… we had missed each other completely.

It had all felt like a dream. Like yesterday.

I had always struggled to express myself. And Lin Changsheng was never someone who asked for much. Slowly, unknowingly, we had drifted apart.

Maybe we had once been in love.

But now… we were just strangers who used to be familiar.

Later, I began digging into Lin Changsheng’s past and uncovered many things I had never known.

One of them was an old report—years ago—on the genetic stratification of Alphas and Omegas.

Lin Changsheng had proposed that both A and O could possess superior genetic traits: Alphas excelled physically, Omegas emotionally. Regardless of designation, people could be classified genetically as Superior, Normal, or Inferior. And above Superior was the rare S-rank—one in a million.

Statistical research showed that Inferior Alphas were more prone to violent crime, while Inferior Omegas often suffered from infertility. Lin Changsheng had advocated for the elimination of all inferior genes.

This report dated back to 2050. At the time, the scientific community rejected it, calling it inhumane. The proposal was shelved and soon forgotten.

Yet among the casualties caused by the new drug—80% were Alphas, 20% Omegas—and every single one of them carried inferior genetic markers.

Lin Changsheng herself… was one of them.

An Inferior Alpha.

From the very beginning, she had never planned to survive. The path she walked had always been a road to death.

After her death, I began researching how to return to the past.

It took me over nine years.

And in 2060, the time machine was finally complete.

For this world without Lin Changsheng, I had no attachment left. I stepped into the machine without hesitation.

Even if it meant being lost in the river of time forever—I had no regrets.

But luckily, Mo Zhaoyan succeeded.

She had truly returned to ten years ago—back to the year 2050.

When she woke up, she found herself lying in a hospital bed. The first thing she did was anxiously ask the nearby doctors,
“What year is it?”

The doctors exchanged puzzled glances. Some looked concerned, worried something might be wrong with her mentally. After all, she had collapsed right here in their hospital. It was the lead physician who finally answered cautiously,
“It’s 2050, President Mo. We’ve examined you thoroughly—there’s nothing wrong with your body. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Mo Zhaoyan wasn’t just a major investor in the hospital—she was also a renowned S-rank Omega, a person with the highest-grade genes. If someone like her had an incident here, none of the staff would be able to keep their jobs.

Thankfully, after hearing the year, Mo Zhaoyan returned to her usual calm and cold demeanor.
“I’m fine. You may go.”

Now alone, she needed a moment to assess the situation. How had she ended up unconscious at the hospital?

Checking the date on her phone, her memory confirmed it—today was the day she and Lin Changsheng divorced.

This time, she had come back with a mission: to protect Lin Changsheng and to stop her from walking the path that would destroy everything.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the person who lingered constantly in her heart arrived—sooner than expected.

The moment the doctors stepped out, noise erupted from the hallway.

“I want to see Mo Zhaoyan!”

“President Mo needs to rest, Miss Lin. Please come back later.”

“She’s my wife! Why can’t I see her?!”

That voice—there was no mistaking it. It was Lin Changsheng.

But the Lin Changsheng in Mo Zhaoyan’s memory had never been this loud or expressive. From the moment she had proposed their contract marriage, bringing her research project as leverage, Lin Changsheng had always appeared quiet and reserved—emotionally restrained and subdued.

But now…

Maybe she wasn’t always like that.
A memory suddenly resurfaced—on their wedding night, when Lin Changsheng had let down her guard. She had looked bashful and joyful. Their first year of marriage had been filled with such sweetness.

Over time, that brightness had faded, until Mo Zhaoyan nearly forgot what Lin Changsheng used to be like. She had started to believe that the gloomy, silent woman was all Lin Changsheng had ever been.

“Let her in,” Mo Zhaoyan said.

The people outside paused, then finally let Lin Changsheng in.

She rushed to the bedside and carefully examined Mo Zhaoyan. Once she was certain there was no serious harm, she visibly relaxed—but the room quickly filled with awkward silence. She stood there, fidgeting, unsure of what to say.

Now it was Mo Zhaoyan’s turn to observe her.

Lin Changsheng was wearing the same hospital gown as her, barefoot, shifting from one foot to the other as she scratched the back of her head. Her eyes darted nervously, avoiding direct contact.

She looked like a woman in her thirties, yes—but everything about her demeanor resembled the younger Lin Changsheng. The one from a photo Mo Zhaoyan had seen years ago—the only picture Lin had kept at home of herself and her older sister.

After their falling out, Mo Zhaoyan had often seen Lin Changsheng staring silently at that photo.

“Why can’t you just make peace with your sister?” she had asked once.
“It’s been so long already.”
“She’s doing fine now,” Lin had said quietly. “I don’t have the face to see her.”

She never gave more detail, and Mo Zhaoyan didn’t press.

Now, seeing Lin Changsheng in front of her, the look in her eyes was nearly identical to the one in that photo.

A strange sense of unease spread in Mo Zhaoyan’s heart.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” she asked sharply.

“Ah—no reason. I just heard you fainted. I was worried.”
Lin Changsheng scratched her head again, looking even more embarrassed. From her point of view, the two of them were still strangers. Mo Zhaoyan was just the woman she had secretly admired for years. Barging in like this… she didn’t even know what to say.

Mo Zhaoyan glanced down at her bare feet.
“Not afraid of catching a cold?”

Lin Changsheng looked at her toes and turned red.
“I was just worried and rushed over. Didn’t think to put shoes on. The hospital floors are clean—it’s fine.”

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Mo Zhaoyan seemed gentler than she remembered. Even the way she looked at her lacked the cold distance she expected.

Suddenly, Mo Zhaoyan lifted the blanket and motioned,
“Get in. Don’t catch a chill.”

Lin Changsheng didn’t think much of it. She crawled right under the covers like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But once they both settled, silence fell again.

Two people—on the verge of divorce—now lying this close, in the same bed.

Their hearts pounded in sync, thump thump, each mistaking it for their own.

Mo Zhaoyan felt it too. But in this rare, intimate moment, her thoughts drifted back to the early days of their marriage—when they used to fall asleep beside each other just like this.

Why had two people who loved each other ended up so far apart…?

From the moment you and I divorced, my time reset.

In the first year after, it was work—piles of endless tasks and incomplete research. But I kept telling myself: you were still somewhere in the world.

In the second year, you were gone. I drowned myself in alcohol but slept worse than ever. I remembered watching you suffer from insomnia. I hadn’t realized how painful it truly was.

In the third year, no medicine worked on me anymore. I still couldn’t sleep. And yet, I found joy—because I was experiencing everything you had once endured. It made me feel like you were still with me.

In the fourth year, I finally slept. When I woke up, I was happy—because I had dreamt you were still alive. We had never divorced. After that, I grew afraid of sleep—because waking up would hurt even more.

In the fifth year, the experiment failed again. Everyone said I was chasing a dream. They were right. I was chasing a dream—a dream that had you in it.

…

In the tenth year, you’d been gone for nine of them. Maybe these past nine years were my punishment. But the experiment finally worked.

I can finally go see you again, Changsheng.