After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega (GL) - Chapter 3

“Um… about the divorce—can we reconsider it? I swear I’m not some scumbag alpha… I know I’m putting you in a tough spot by saying this, but I lost my memory today and can’t remember a lot of things…”

This sudden memory loss struck Lin Changsheng as odd. But Mo Zhaoyan had never truly intended to go through with the divorce in the first place—or perhaps she had come precisely to prevent it. Lin Changsheng had clearly undergone some change, but it was still within Mo Zhaoyan’s control.

Although she was full of doubts, Mo Zhaoyan’s expression remained unreadable. “I’ll think about it,” she replied calmly.

She didn’t give a definite answer, but the fact that she didn’t reject it outright was already a concession. Lin Changsheng finally felt slightly at ease. Her plan was to stabilize Mo Zhaoyan first, then slowly investigate what was going on with herself. She hadn’t expected Mo Zhaoyan to be so agreeable after fainting—this reassurance brought a flush of warmth as she clung to the person she loved.

Both Lin Changsheng and Mo Zhaoyan stared at the ceiling, each harboring their own secrets. Perhaps, for the two of them, this was the beginning of something new.

No one knew how much time passed before Lin Changsheng finally fell asleep. In her dreams, she saw bizarre and fantastical visions. She saw someone who looked exactly like her, but the woman’s eyes were filled with despair, striking fear into Lin Changsheng’s heart. Darkness enveloped everything around her, and the only light came from Mo Zhaoyan. But that light kept getting farther and farther away. Lin Changsheng chased after her silhouette, only to find that the more she chased, the farther away it became.

Behind her, the shadowy version of herself smiled and slowly approached, closer and closer. “Stop dreaming of survival. That light doesn’t belong to you. I am you.”

Jolted awake by a nightmare, Lin Changsheng thrashed in unease. Mo Zhaoyan, who was always a light sleeper, woke up immediately. She sat up and gently comforted Lin Changsheng, who murmured in her sleep, “Don’t… don’t leave me…”

A faint sadness flashed in Mo Zhaoyan’s eyes as she stroked Lin Changsheng’s hair softly. “But you were the one who left me…”

Under Mo Zhaoyan’s soothing touch, Lin Changsheng gradually calmed down. Watching her sleep so peacefully, Mo Zhaoyan finally began to relax. She held Lin Changsheng’s hand, checking several times to make sure that she was alive and breathing—warm and real. Only then did she allow herself to drift off to sleep.

This time, she wouldn’t let tragedy happen again.

The next morning, when Lin Changsheng woke up, Mo Zhaoyan had already been discharged. She hadn’t been seriously injured, and company affairs were far more urgent. According to Mo Zhaoyan’s memory, this year was a crucial period for the launch of a new drug. The company had poured tremendous effort into its development. That was why she had been constantly overwhelmed with work and had ended up neglecting Lin Changsheng.

But Mo Zhaoyan hadn’t forgotten that the drug later turned out to have serious problems. Now that the divorce was temporarily off the table, she had to use this opportunity to get to the bottom of it.

When Lin Changsheng woke to find no one beside her, for a moment she thought everything had been a dream. But she quickly realized it was all real—Mo Zhaoyan had arranged for the hospital staff to take good care of her. After a thorough physical and neurological check-up, doctors confirmed that Lin Changsheng was perfectly healthy. Only then was she allowed to be discharged.

As Lin Changsheng was leaving the hospital, Mo Zhaoyan was already in the middle of an emergency board meeting. For once, her phone wasn’t on silent during work hours. A message popped up from the hospital:

“Miss Lin has been discharged. Our full examination shows no signs of brain injury. Memory loss is unlikely.”

Mo Zhaoyan read the message, and her face returned to its usual cold and composed expression. The atmosphere in the meeting room turned tense—no one dared speak, unsure of why this emergency meeting had even been called. Then Mo Zhaoyan gave her directive:

“The new drug scheduled for release may have potential side effects. I’m ordering a full re-evaluation and postponement of the launch.”

This came as a bombshell. For months, the entire company had been preparing for this release. With less than a month to go, how could she suddenly delay it? Even though Mo Zhaoyan was the largest shareholder of Mo Corporation, such a move was bound to provoke backlash.

The first to speak up in opposition was Mo Zhaoran—Mo Zhaoyan’s younger half-sister and the company’s second-largest shareholder.

“President Mo, isn’t this a bit rash? Shouldn’t we at least vote on it? The drug’s gone through so many clinical trials without a single reported side effect. Are we doing this just because of some… personal drama involving your spouse?”

Her words veiled an attack—turning everyone’s thoughts toward the recent scandal between Lin Changsheng and Mo Zhaoyan. A few people in the room even smirked quietly. After all, Lin Changsheng’s cheating had humiliated Mo Zhaoyan.

Mo Zhaoran bore some resemblance to her sister—perhaps thirty to forty percent—but as a high-grade Alpha, she carried a distinctive boldness and rebellious charm that set her apart. Her name was often tangled in tabloid gossip. After all, she was the child of Mo Corporation’s chairman and his mistress. Yet despite being a top-tier Alpha and the daughter of a powerful man, Mo Zhaoran had not been chosen to inherit the company. That honor had gone to the S-class Omega, Mo Zhaoyan.

Over the years, Mo Zhaoran had garnered her own loyal following. But Mo Zhaoyan remained firmly in control of the company.

Mo Zhaoyan clearly remembered that in her previous life, the drug’s side effects had eventually sparked a public outcry. Mo Corporation had nearly gone bankrupt. Many within the company had pushed for Mo Zhaoran to seize power. But rather than kicking her sister when she was down, Mo Zhaoran had expelled every single conspirator and even used her own resources to help stabilize the company.

At the time, she’d said only one thing:

“As long as my sister is here, Mo Corporation is hers. If the sky falls, I’ll be the one to hold it up.”

Back then, the drug had just hit the market and no casualties had occurred yet. The product was at its peak in popularity. Mo Zhaoran had secretly arranged for someone to teach Lin Changsheng a lesson—but was caught. It was Mo Zhaoyan who pulled strings to get her released.

Outside the police station, seeing the bruises on her sister’s face, Mo Zhaoyan had asked, half-resigned, “Why did you go after her?”

“She bullied you. The Mo family doesn’t get bullied by outsiders.”

“Silly girl.”

That one simple phrase made Mo Zhaoran, nearly thirty years old, blush like a teenager. She was infamous for being obsessed with her sister, though she followed the Mo family’s proud tradition of stubborn pride—never willing to express her true feelings.

Back in the present, Mo Zhaoyan looked at her with loving eyes. “This batch of medication does have issues. For the safety of the public, it must be re-examined.”

Originally lounging with her legs crossed in a careless posture, Zhaoran immediately sat upright the moment she caught her sister’s affectionate gaze. Her face flushed red, and whatever objections she had vanished into silence.

Mo Zhaoyan knew her sister well. Zhaoran was straightforward by nature, often impulsive and easily swayed by others. In her past life, she hadn’t realized how much Zhaoran actually cared for her. Their relationship had remained strained for years, and only much later did she come to appreciate the value of having a close relative by her side.

Though Zhaoran didn’t speak up again, someone else did—Zhou Yiyi, head of the R&D department. “President Mo, this is too sudden. Where did this news even come from? We’ve been researching this new drug for nearly a year, and there’s never been a single issue.”

As she spoke, Zhou Yiyi glanced at Minister Jiang from the Finance Department. He immediately chimed in, “That’s right, President Mo. We’ve invested a huge sum preparing for the launch—ads are already running, the date is fixed, and the press conference is around the corner. We can’t just call it off like this!”

Mo Zhaoyan’s sharp eyes swept across the two of them. She remembered clearly—Zhou Yiyi had been Lin Changsheng’s assistant and the deputy head of R&D. In her previous life, after the divorce, Lin Changsheng had gone independent and taken several research staff with her—including Zhou Yiyi.

As for Minister Jiang, he had turned himself in not long after the Mo Corporation scandal broke, taking the blame for everything. That sacrifice allowed the company to barely survive. His wife had been seriously ill, and without Lin Changsheng’s special medication, she might not have made it. No one knew how much he owed her, but thinking back, Mo Zhaoyan felt a chill. Lin Changsheng had planned every detail in advance, meticulously.

She had never intended to destroy Mo Zhaoyan or Mo Corporation. Instead, she’d let someone else take the fall. Lin Changsheng had wanted to incite public panic, only to later present a drug that could solve the very issue—each step calculated.

“In any case, all the medication must be re-tested,” Mo Zhaoyan declared firmly.

Her tone left no room for argument, and the room fell silent. She ended the meeting and walked out. Mo Zhaoran lazily stood up and silently followed her sister. The two of them entered the elevator together.

“Zhaoran,” Mo Zhaoyan said gently, “it’s been a long time since we had a meal together. When you have time, come home. Even if you live elsewhere now, that’s still your home. I’ll cook for you myself.”

“Huh? Oh… okay!” Zhaoran replied, stunned by her sister’s warmth. Ever since Mo Zhaoyan had gotten married, Zhaoran had moved out of the family estate and lived on her own.

She had never liked Lin Changsheng. In her eyes, only the best of the best was worthy of her sister. She had always looked down on Lin Changsheng’s status, and now with the cheating scandal out in the open, Zhaoran had no goodwill left for her at all. Not that her own tabloid scandals were much better than Lin Changsheng’s, but still—she was herself, and her sister was her sister. That was the distinction Zhaoran clung to.

After escorting her sister out of the company, Mo Zhaoyan turned and made her way to the research department. Meanwhile, Zhaoran hopped into her flashy red sports car, humming with a good mood. She made a quick call to gather her usual gang of party friends.

“Second Miss Mo is in a good mood today! Drinks are on me!”

Unlike her carefree sister, Mo Zhaoyan had no time to waste. She needed to get to the bottom of the drug issue. But the reports submitted by the research team showed no problems at all. This wasn’t her area of expertise, and with a heavy heart, she left the lab and returned to her office.

She called in Tang Ying.

Tang Ying had been raised by the Mo family from a young age—a highly capable talent groomed to assist Mo Zhaoyan with investigations and handle all sorts of miscellaneous matters. The two of them had grown up together, and although Mo Zhaoyan never treated her like a subordinate, Tang Ying was even colder than she was. Outside of work, she rarely spoke to Mo Zhaoyan about anything else.

“Ying,” Mo Zhaoyan said quietly, “find me a few trustworthy researchers in secret. I need this batch of medication tested again. I have a feeling they’re hiding something from me.”

“The entire research department is filled with Lin Changsheng’s people. Should we look into her as well?”

Mo Zhaoyan’s brows furrowed slightly at the mention of Lin Changsheng’s name. If it had been the old Lin Changsheng, there would’ve been no hesitation. But after what she’d seen yesterday, Mo Zhaoyan was no longer so certain.

“…Look into her.”

She needed to know what Lin Changsheng had been planning all along—why she had done what she did. But the closer she got to the truth, the more frightened she became.

On the other side, Lin Changsheng—who was also trying to investigate herself—was lost in confusion. Just half an hour ago, someone with the codename “Z” had sent her a message:

“Chief, President Mo suspects there’s something wrong with the new drug. She’s starting an internal investigation.”

Lin Changsheng had assumed it was someone from the company seeking her opinion. She didn’t see anything wrong with Mo Zhaoyan launching an investigation—it was her company, after all.

“Let her investigate.”

“But… what if something is discovered?”

Discovered? Discovered what?
Lin Changsheng didn’t want anyone to find out she had come from the past. Even if she confessed, there was a good chance she’d be treated like a lab rat and locked up for research.
She had a growing sense that she was somehow deeply entangled in all of this. To avoid exposure, she could only reply under pressure:

“It’s fine. I’ll come to the office.”

“That’s a relief. By the way, weren’t you planning to divorce President Mo? She hasn’t made things difficult for you, has she?”

“We’re not divorcing anymore.”

“What? But didn’t you always want the divorce?”

“Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t.”

“…Understood.”

Lin Changsheng slipped the phone back into her pocket, her expression growing heavy.