After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega (GL) - Chapter 27

The first episode’s location was chosen to be a remote island. The development level there still lingered in the last era. For the year 2050, when technology had advanced at a breakneck pace, such secluded and backward places were more attractive to the young generation. It was something they had never experienced before. Humans are always like this — curious about what they do not have, even if it is an outdated civilization.

Lin Changsheng was packing her luggage and asked Mo Zhaoyan if she had forgotten anything. Mo Zhaoyan thought for a moment and asked, “Is your susceptibility period coming soon?”

Lin Changsheng herself wasn’t sure when her susceptibility period would occur. For people with higher genetic grades, both their susceptibility and estrus periods were almost fixed, and the current inhibitors could easily control them. Someone like Mo Zhaoyan, an S-class Omega, was highly valued because once she entered estrus, the spread of her pheromones could cause widespread loss of control among others. Fortunately, Mo Zhaoyan’s estrus periods were very stable, and she usually made preparations in advance. Moreover, she only reacted to Lin Changsheng’s pheromones, so others could not cause her to lose control.

Lin Changsheng’s susceptibility period, however, was chaotic. In Mo Zhaoyan’s memory, due to an injury to Lin Changsheng’s glands, her susceptibility period had remained unstable. During episodes, her glands would be wracked with intense pain. Mo Zhaoyan had witnessed Lin Changsheng during such a time: she clutched her glands tightly, her forehead drenched in sweat, her pale lips trembling slightly, her eyes filled with resistance. She shrank away, refusing to let Mo Zhaoyan approach her.

Over and over again, Lin Changsheng had screamed hoarsely, “Don’t… don’t come near me.”
Lin Changsheng despised her own pheromones, and hated even more the thought of Mo Zhaoyan being contaminated by them.

Mo Zhaoyan, on the other hand, loved that scent deeply. Yet it was only in the dead of night, after the lights were turned off, and after their bodies had entangled in pleasure, that Lin Changsheng would lose control and unconsciously release that fragrance, frantically marking Mo Zhaoyan.

As long as Lin Changsheng retained a shred of rationality, however, there would never be the faintest trace of pheromones at home. Outsiders often said that Lin Changsheng loathed the scent of inferior genes — and that was true. She even hated the smell of her own pheromones.

Lin Changsheng’s aversion to inferior genes had become pathological. At first, Mo Zhaoyan had thought it was because she herself was S-class, causing Lin Changsheng to feel inferior. Perhaps that was part of it — just one of the many straws that eventually broke the camel’s back.

To destroy a person requires many forces. Darkness does not emerge from nowhere, nor does it silently swallow someone whole without a sound. Often, perhaps, Lin Changsheng needed a reason — needed someone — to help her accomplish the evil she could not bear to face alone.

Whether it was salvation or damnation was for others to judge.

“I don’t know either,” Lin Changsheng answered.

“Better take some inhibitors with you,” Mo Zhaoyan said.

Although it was just a three-day trip, Mo Zhaoyan remained cautious. However, she only had Omega-specific inhibitors, which were useless for Lin Changsheng. Lin Changsheng agreed verbally, casually searched her room, and found no new inhibitors. Eventually, she spotted an opened box of inhibitors in a drawer. Without checking the expiration date, she tossed it into her suitcase, closed it, and finished packing.

On the other side, Hua Miaomiao unexpectedly received a message from Tang Ying — it was the first time Tang Ying had ever reached out to her voluntarily. The young lady was thrilled beyond measure. Despite having a flight to the island the next day, she rushed excitedly to the hotel in the middle of the night.

In reality, Tang Ying was also traveling to the island the next day with Mo Zhaoyan, but as Mo Zhaoyan’s assistant. She would not appear on the show, staying behind the scenes instead — something Hua Miaomiao was unaware of.

Hua Miaomiao thought Tang Ying was jealous because of the “couple” rumors circulating online. She wanted to see Tang Ying’s jealous side — to see if her cold and stoic expression would finally reveal some emotion because of her.

If Tang Ying showed any emotion — if she displayed even the slightest possessiveness — then Tang Ying would be no different from all the others who had fallen for her, just another melted iceberg, and thus no longer interesting.

Hua Miaomiao had always believed that her feelings for Tang Ying stemmed only from the fact that Tang Ying had not surrendered to her like everyone else. She had not fallen in love with her. If Tang Ying ever showed her even a hint of affection, then this so-called love game would be hers to win.

If you love me, then I will no longer love you.

That was Hua Miaomiao’s love game. She could express her affection for Tang Ying to the entire world, could kneel and bow, could obey every word — but only Tang Ying knew the true cruelty that lay beneath her surface.
Hua Miaomiao was a wicked woman, her beauty and behavior no more than a charming disguise to deceive others.

Tang Ying knew very well what it would mean to fall in love with someone like Hua Miaomiao. It would end with abandonment.
She would no longer be needed by Hua Miaomiao, because what Hua Miaomiao truly wanted was her indifference.
Thus, Tang Ying constantly reminded herself: do not be deceived, do not be fooled by the illusions Hua Miaomiao presented.
If she wanted to maintain her relationship with Hua Miaomiao, then she absolutely could not fall in love with her.

Her gentleness was fake, her love was fake.

Someone like Hua Miaomiao would never truly fall in love with her. It was nothing but a game — a game that Tang Ying could not afford to lose.

When Hua Miaomiao opened the door, Tang Ying had just finished her shower. She sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. Her hair was still damp, droplets of water sliding down her slender legs, tracing their way down before falling onto the carpet.

The sound of the door startled Tang Ying. She quickly resumed her cold expression and looked toward Hua Miaomiao.
Hua Miaomiao, caught by her gaze, instinctively swallowed and licked her lips before moving closer to sit beside Tang Ying.

Hua Miaomiao’s pheromones soon enveloped the space — that familiar scent of roses, sharp and dangerous, carrying a fatal attraction that aggressively wrapped itself around Tang Ying.

Tang Ying realized that her body had already developed an attachment to this scent. A wave of unconscious joy rose within her, and her glands began to respond, releasing pheromones in return — a bad sign.
The more she depended on it, the more terrified she became that she might one day never smell it again.

Unbeknownst to her, Hua Miaomiao was the same.
Her body had long been drawn to Tang Ying’s pheromones, always on the verge of slipping into estrus — though Hua Miaomiao herself remained unaware.

Very soon, the air was filled with the mingled clash of rose and plum blossom fragrances.
Drawn by Tang Ying’s pheromones, Hua Miaomiao leaned closer, their faces just inches apart, their breaths warm against each other’s skin.
Hua Miaomiao’s gaze was fixed tightly on Tang Ying’s lips, longing for a kiss.

Just as she was about to brush against them, Tang Ying abruptly leaned back.
Hua Miaomiao missed her mark and was left hanging, a trace of disappointment flashing across her face.
Tang Ying, looking at her now — like a child denied candy — couldn’t help but find it a little amusing.

“You called me over in the middle of the night, seducing me like this, and now you won’t even let me touch you?” Hua Miaomiao said, her voice tinged with grievance, almost convincing Tang Ying.
“There’s a line from here to France of people who would kill for a spot in your bed, Miss Hua.”

“But I only want to be with you,” Hua Miaomiao murmured sweetly, closing the distance again.
“The others — all those vulgar, painted faces — I can’t even bother to look at them.”

As Hua Miaomiao spoke in her tender, honeyed tone, she slowly approached again.
But Tang Ying was no easy prey.
With a swift motion, she flipped Hua Miaomiao onto the bed and pinned her underneath.

Although Hua Miaomiao quite liked being on the bottom, it was the first time her hands had been caught and pinned above her head.
Tang Ying held her wrists firmly against the mattress, completely restraining her.

“Tonight, let’s play something different,” Tang Ying said in a low voice.
“I happened to bring a new toy.”

Tang Ying wasn’t just Mo Zhaoyan’s assistant — she was also her bodyguard.
She had always hidden the fact that she was an Omega from the outside world, and her strength was no less than that of an Alpha.

At this moment, pinned underneath Tang Ying, Hua Miaomiao found she had no strength at all to fight back.
She could only smile up at her captor, admiring her commanding posture.

“What toy?” she asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity.

Tang Ying, seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Hua Miaomiao’s wrists.
Hua Miaomiao had still been smiling a second ago, but now a hint of panic crept in — the handcuffs were real, and she truly couldn’t struggle free.

“So adventurous tonight…” she said breathlessly.

But it wasn’t over yet.
Tang Ying took out a collar next — the kind with a chain — and fastened it lightly around Hua Miaomiao’s neck.
Dangling from it was a tiny heart-shaped pendant.
Looking at Hua Miaomiao now — obedient, utterly at her mercy — the anger Tang Ying had felt from reading about Hua Miaomiao’s latest online scandals dissipated completely.

This Hua Miaomiao was so adorable, just like a docile pet, patiently awaiting her master’s affection.
It was a side no one else had ever seen — the proud CEO of Huayang Group, the famed second daughter of the Hua family, lying beneath her, soft and compliant.
Only she, Tang Ying, had ever seen this.

Tang Ying seemed genuinely pleased by the sight.
She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Hua Miaomiao’s neck.
At that touch, Hua Miaomiao’s heart trembled, and whatever lingering thoughts of resistance she had instantly vanished.

If Tang Ying wanted to play, then so be it.
After all, it wasn’t unpleasant.

Tang Ying, sensing her arousal, quickly reined herself in.
The fleeting tenderness that had appeared just moments ago vanished like an illusion, and Tang Ying reverted to her cold, aloof queen-like demeanor.

She tugged the chain attached to Hua Miaomiao’s collar, pulling her closer.
Her voice was low and full of wicked seduction.
“Tonight, you’re only allowed to use your mouth. Let’s see if you can please me.”

Hua Miaomiao had long since fallen deep into the intoxicating scent of plum blossoms — utterly unable to extricate herself.

The next day, Hua Miaomiao arrived at the recording site with dark circles under her eyes, her entire body exuding an aura of exhaustion.
It was said she had slept like the dead on the plane, completely unaware of anything around her.
She must have been truly worn out.

Despite the sweltering heat of the island, Hua Miaomiao wore long sleeves, covering her hands and neck tightly.
It wasn’t long before the oppressive heat became unbearable.
Gu Ximeng, worried she might suffer from heatstroke, gently suggested that she take off the extra layers.

Eventually, reluctantly, Hua Miaomiao peeled off her jacket.
Gu Ximeng immediately noticed the faint red marks circling her elbows and neck.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

“Too hot. Got a heat rash,” Hua Miaomiao said casually.

“…”

Everyone present was an adult; everyone knew exactly what those marks really were.
Gu Ximeng said nothing more, merely giving a helpless reminder:
“Still, you should take care of yourself. Don’t overindulge.”

After all, the show still needed to go on.
Hua Miaomiao’s infamous romantic escapades had been widely discussed online, even if things had quieted down recently.

Still, those marks weren’t exactly appropriate for filming.
Worried Hua Miaomiao might end up getting heatstroke from trying to cover them up, Gu Ximeng had no choice but to call in a makeup artist to conceal the evidence.

Hua Miaomiao sat sulkily in the makeup chair, but then she spotted the culprit herself — Tang Ying — right there at the filming location.

Tang Ying was present as Mo Zhaoyan’s assistant and bodyguard, blending in with the production crew for convenience.
Seeing Hua Miaomiao behind the scenes, still getting her makeup done, Tang Ying felt a small pang of guilt and quietly offered to help with the touch-up.

When Hua Miaomiao saw her appear, a strange joy blossomed inside her.
Tang Ying knelt in front of her, holding her elbow as she carefully applied concealer.

“You know how to do makeup too?” Hua Miaomiao asked teasingly.

Tang Ying didn’t reply.
In fact, having been trained by the Mo family, she had learned a little bit of everything.

Seeing she wasn’t getting an answer, Hua Miaomiao mischievously brushed the tip of her shoe against Tang Ying’s leg.

Tang Ying glanced up at her — and Hua Miaomiao boldly threw her a flirtatious wink.
Tang Ying, however, maintained her icy expression, completely ignoring her antics.

Still, Hua Miaomiao was secretly delighted.
It felt deliciously like they were having a secret affair.