After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega (GL) - Chapter 31

Mo Zhaoyan had no intention of expressing any opinion about what had happened all those years ago. What she cared about was the result. Back then, she had not known the full truth; it was only in her previous life, after Lin Changsheng’s death, that fragments of the real story began to surface — just the tip of the iceberg.

The incident had left a deep scar on Lin Changsheng. For a long time, she bore the crushing weight of being labeled a murderer.

It was only after marrying Mo Zhaoyan that public opinion online gradually calmed down. People soon forgot the words they had once said, the self-righteous justice they had thought they were enacting — all faded with time.

Only Lin Changsheng had endured it all.

Chen Lin found it strange — how had Mo Zhaoyan found her? Although the case had caused an uproar back then, it had been seven years. There was no trace of it online anymore, and she herself had retired years ago. Yet Mo Zhaoyan had managed to track her down, which showed just how much she cared about Lin Changsheng.

In fact, the erasure of Lin Changsheng’s past from the internet had been deliberate — but it hadn’t been Mo Zhaoyan who had done it. Even in her previous life, Mo Zhaoyan had spent a long time uncovering the truth.

Lin Changsheng’s gland had been damaged — it had happened during that incident. Seven years ago, Lin Changsheng disappeared for a week. Her sister reported her missing, believing Lin Changsheng had been kidnapped. For an entire week, the police found no leads — until Lin Changsheng herself suddenly called the police.

The scene was an abandoned resort. A family of seven had been brutally murdered there, each stabbed multiple times, their bodies lying in pools of bl00d. Autopsies later revealed that the victims had not all died at the same time — rather, they had been killed one after another over the course of those seven days.

The timeline of the murders matched Lin Changsheng’s disappearance exactly. Although she was the one who reported the crime, the police still interrogated her. Only her fingerprints were found at the scene, and her mental state at the time was already highly unstable.

In her testimony, Lin Changsheng said that someone had killed her parents and abducted her. But whenever she tried to recall those seven days, she would suffer intense headaches. Worse still, she would experience unbearable gland pain.

After being found by the police, Lin Changsheng was immediately taken to the hospital for a full examination. Doctors discovered her gland had been severely damaged — and that surgical marks indicated someone had operated on her, though it was unclear when. Multiple scars were also found on her back — none life-threatening, but all neatly stitched shut, leaving behind ugly scars.

These scars matched those found on the deceased family members almost exactly. It was one of the reasons why Chen Lin believed Lin Changsheng’s account — that a real perpetrator existed. However, there simply wasn’t enough evidence.

Lin Changsheng couldn’t describe the person’s appearance, and following the deaths of her parents, she developed auditory hallucinations. This further convinced the authorities that her mental state was unstable.

Chen Lin believed at the time that Lin Changsheng must have suffered brutal abuse at the hands of the killer, developing severe PTSD, which blurred her memories and made her unable to recall the perpetrator’s face or her own experience.

Even so, all the physical evidence pointed to Lin Changsheng. Matters worsened when a new witness came forward, claiming to have seen someone who resembled Lin Changsheng near the scene of the crime.

When the police asked if she had been alone, the witness confirmed that Lin Changsheng had appeared to be walking by herself. Since the villa in the mountains had been abandoned for years, no one paid much attention to her presence there.

In an effort to jog her memory, Chen Lin had resorted to aggressive interrogation tactics, trying to force Lin Changsheng to recall the perpetrator’s face. Unfortunately, these methods backfired, causing Lin Changsheng’s mental collapse.

It was from that moment onward that Lin Changsheng’s resistance against dark influences gradually eroded. Even though she fought for many years afterward, she was eventually overwhelmed.

Unconsciously, Chen Lin lit another cigarette but didn’t bring it to her lips. She simply held it, watching the burning tip as ash slowly fell.

“President Mo,” Chen Lin said, “I won’t disturb Lin Changsheng anymore. Perhaps my words don’t mean much now, but… back then, I did believe her.”

Mo Zhaoyan couldn’t fully grasp Chen Lin’s true intentions and chose to remain silent.

She had had Tang Ying investigate Chen Lin before. Three years ago, Chen Lin had been injured while apprehending a criminal suspect — her leg had been permanently damaged, forcing her into early retirement.

However, Chen Lin had not given up on finding the truth. She opened a detective agency and continued her old profession. Mo Zhaoyan couldn’t imagine what kind of impact Chen Lin might have on the current Lin Changsheng. The best course of action was for the two of them not to meet at all.

After giving her instructions, Mo Zhaoyan quietly returned to the residence. Chen Lin had claimed she was just on vacation, but Mo Zhaoyan didn’t believe her. She only hoped that whatever Chen Lin was planning wouldn’t involve Lin Changsheng.

As Mo Zhaoyan was coming back, she happened to bump into Hua Miaomiao, who had just finished showering and was heading back to her room. Hua Miaomiao was still grumbling.

“What a lousy place! Only public baths? My beautiful body has been seen by everyone!” she complained.

Seeing Mo Zhaoyan coming in from outside, Hua Miaomiao nearly collided with her. Noticing that Mo Zhaoyan was soaked and still wearing her earlier clothes, she looked surprised.

“You went out too? What’s going on today — everyone can’t seem to sit still.”

Mo Zhaoyan, nearly bumped by Hua Miaomiao, already had impatience flickering in her eyes. But when she caught a detail from Hua Miaomiao’s words, her expression sharpened.

“Who else went out?” Mo Zhaoyan asked.

It was already very late. Most of the production crew had gone to sleep, and Gu Ximeng certainly wouldn’t have allowed anyone to go out in the middle of a storm. A bad feeling rose in Mo Zhaoyan’s chest as she thought of Lin Changsheng.

“You don’t know? Your wife and Bai Qin! They came back just a few minutes before you. I even bumped into them at the bathhouse — soaked through, just like you,” Hua Miaomiao said casually.

Mo Zhaoyan didn’t wait to hear more. Lin Changsheng had gone out? Where had she gone? What had she seen or remembered?

Without hesitation, Mo Zhaoyan turned and strode swiftly toward the bathhouse. Tang Ying immediately prepared to follow her, but Hua Miaomiao suddenly stuck out her foot to block Tang Ying’s path.

Tang Ying paused, frowning in confusion at Hua Miaomiao.

Hua Miaomiao threw a flirtatious glance at her. A faint fragrance drifted from Hua Miaomiao — was it the scent of freshly washed skin, or the lingering smell of her body wash? Tang Ying couldn’t be sure.

After all, Hua Miaomiao wouldn’t dare release her pheromones openly in a crowded public space — especially since she was an A-grade Alpha, and there were quite a few Omegas around.

“Coming to my room tonight?” Hua Miaomiao whispered teasingly. “I’ll leave the door open for you.”

Tang Ying didn’t reply. Her priority was Mo Zhaoyan’s safety. As Mo Zhaoyan’s bodyguard, she couldn’t afford any distractions. She quickly stepped back to dodge Hua Miaomiao’s entanglement and hurried after Mo Zhaoyan.

When Mo Zhaoyan rushed into the bathhouse, she was visibly flustered — a rare moment of losing her usual composure. However, seeing the many people around helped her quickly regain control.

Outside, Alphas and Omegas were usually separated when it came to bathing facilities, but this island was more primitive, with less regard for such distinctions. Fortunately, Gu Ximeng had at least divided the bathhouse into sections, keeping Alphas and Omegas apart.

Mo Zhaoyan couldn’t enter the Alpha bathhouse, so she had no choice but to wait outside for Lin Changsheng. Now that she had calmed down, another troubling thought crossed her mind:

If Lin Changsheng finds out, how should I explain it?

She had arranged everything for Lin Changsheng’s own good — but would Lin Changsheng feel repulsed by her actions?

Mo Zhaoyan’s clothes were still soaked. She stood under the corridor, water dripping steadily from the tips of her hair. Tang Ying quickly ran over.

“President Mo, why don’t you change your clothes first? I’m afraid you’ll catch a cold,” Tang Ying urged.

“No. I’ll stay here,” Mo Zhaoyan said firmly.

Tang Ying looked at her with concern. The two of them stood stiffly in the corridor like guardian statues. Those coming out of the bathhouse were startled at the sight of them, but seeing it was President Mo, no one dared to comment.

Before Lin Changsheng appeared, Bai Qin and Gu Ruoyun emerged first. Bai Qin, spotting Mo Zhaoyan, let out a surprised cry and immediately distanced herself from Gu Ruoyun.

Mo Zhaoyan, however, didn’t care about that. She quickly stepped forward and asked, “Where’s Changsheng?”

“President Lin? She went straight back to her room after she returned,” Bai Qin answered nervously. She had been warned by Lin Changsheng not to mention anything about what had happened that night, so she was feeling guilty.

In reality, they hadn’t seen much. After encountering Chen Lin, Lin Changsheng had been struck by a severe headache. After waiting for a while without improvement, Bai Qin had taken her back. Originally, she intended to help Lin Changsheng to the bathhouse, but Lin Changsheng, looking utterly lost, had wandered straight back to her room without speaking to anyone.

Given their strained relationship, Bai Qin hadn’t dared to press Lin Changsheng for explanations.

Mo Zhaoyan frowned, asked for Lin Changsheng’s room number, and then hurried off without another word.

Watching her leave, Bai Qin couldn’t help but mutter, “They really do look like a married couple… both rushing around like that.”

Gu Ruoyun stepped forward, pulling out a towel from who-knew-where, and naturally placed it over Bai Qin’s head, gently toweling her dry.

“Don’t poke into their business. It’s way out of our league,” Gu Ruoyun said calmly.

At that moment, Bai Qin forgot about the cold war between them and simply nodded. She sneezed loudly, the rain having chilled her to the bone.

“You’ve caught a cold. Hurry back to your room,” Gu Ruoyun said, concerned.

Meanwhile, Lin Changsheng’s headache continued to pound violently. She stumbled into her room, didn’t even bother to turn on the lights, and simply collapsed by the bed. Her clothes were damp and clammy against her skin, the room dark, cold, and suffocating.

The fragments of memory flashing through her mind were chaotic — all scenes of herself being interrogated, scolded, condemned.

“Murderer!”
“Killer!”
“How do you even have the face to live?”
“They died — why didn’t you?!”

Lin Changsheng couldn’t make out their faces. She crouched on the floor, clutching her head, whispering almost incoherently, or perhaps responding to their accusations:

“It wasn’t me… it wasn’t me…”

Worse yet, she felt her gland starting to heat up — a clear sign that her susceptibility period was arriving early.

Her whole body was burning.

In the darkness, Lin Changsheng groped her way toward the bed, the soaked fabric of her clothes sticking uncomfortably to her feverish skin. In desperation, she began to remove her clothes.

At that moment, Mo Zhaoyan reached Lin Changsheng’s door, panting. Unaccustomed to such physical exertion, she was slightly out of breath. She knocked on the door — no light leaked out, no one responded.

A sense of unease gripped her heart.

Could she not be there?

But very quickly, she caught a familiar trace of pheromones in the air — faint, but unmistakable. It was Lin Changsheng’s scent.

Even after all this time, Mo Zhaoyan recognized it instantly. It was carved deep into her soul.

Tang Ying hurried up behind her.

“Ying, open the door,” Mo Zhaoyan ordered.

Tang Ying never hesitated in carrying out Mo Zhaoyan’s commands. Without a second thought, she delivered a swift, powerful kick — the door swung open with a loud bang.

Inside, they saw Lin Changsheng sprawled by the edge of the bed, barely conscious, half-undressed, and trembling.