After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega (GL) - Chapter 6

“Destroy them! Destroy everything! Inferior genes have no right to exist in this world—including you!”

“Lin Changsheng! Have you forgotten… how they died? It was all because of you. Everything! Why are you still alive? Why haven’t you died yet?”

Who died…?

Lin Changsheng heard a muffled voice echoing relentlessly in her ears, trying to drag her into the depths of despair. Countless hands reached out from the water, trying to pull her down as well.

She felt herself slowly sinking. Suddenly, a blinding light burst forth—Mo Zhaoyan appeared. Struggling with all her strength, Lin Changsheng fought against the hands clutching her and ran toward him.

But the more she ran, the further Mo Zhaoyan drifted away. Lin Changsheng couldn’t catch up. Helpless, she collapsed to the ground, mumbling, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Mo Zhaoyan drew the curtains open. Sunlight streamed into the room, casting a warm glow on Lin Changsheng’s face. She had clearly had another nightmare. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mo Zhaoyan gently stroked her cheek.

Lin Changsheng suddenly jolted awake, startling Mo Zhaoyan, who quickly pulled his hand away. Fortunately, she didn’t notice. Blinking in confusion, she looked at Mo Zhaoyan, unable to tell dream from reality—and suddenly threw herself into his arms.

Caught off guard, Mo Zhaoyan held her tightly but said nothing. Instead, he gently placed a hand on her back, slowly moving it up and down to comfort her. Though Lin Changsheng was now fully awake, the details of the dream were already fading, leaving only a lingering sense of fear.

As she began to calm down, Mo Zhaoyan quietly let go. Lin Changsheng, realizing how close they were, quickly pulled back. “I had a nightmare.”

“Yeah, you’ve been having them for the past few nights,” he said.

Ever since she had transmigrated, she’d been haunted by nightmares every night—but strangely, she could never remember them once she woke up.

“What kind of dream was it?”

Lin Changsheng tried to recall, but a sharp pain shot through her head. Seeing her clutching her temples, Mo Zhaoyan quickly stopped her. “Don’t force it. Let’s just get up and have breakfast.”

She found it strange. Her memory had always been sharp—even dreams, she could usually remember quite clearly. If it had really been something she experienced, she should never have forgotten it. So why now…?

After freshening up, she came downstairs to find that Mo Zhaoyan had already laid out breakfast: simple fried eggs and toast. Even so, Lin Changsheng ate with genuine joy. After all, this was the first meal Mo Zhaoyan had ever made for her—something she’d dreamed about.

Mo Zhaoyan ate quietly, eyes soft as he watched her.

Thankfully, Lin Changsheng wasn’t too distracted by her crush to remember something important. “Can I go to the company today?”

Mo Zhaoyan, having just finished eating, set down his knife and fork and shifted his gaze. Just yesterday, he had ordered a thorough investigation—yet today, Lin Changsheng wanted to return to work? “You’re not going to rest a few more days?”

“I know my body best. I’m fine. Besides, there’s nothing to do at home.”

“You lost your memory. You don’t even remember anything about the company.”

“Maybe being in a familiar place will help jog my memory?”

Mo Zhaoyan had countless reasons to say no—but in the end, he nodded. “If you want to go, then go.” He was a little worried about her causing trouble in her current state, but it was still her company. If the sky fell, he would catch it for her.

Lin Changsheng quickly scarfed down the last bite, stood up, and followed him out. Mo Zhaoyan got into his car, and Lin Changsheng was about to get in after him—only to find that he had no intention of giving her a ride.

She stood awkwardly next to his car. Mo Zhaoyan rolled down the window. “Go on your own. I’ll send you the company address. Your car’s in the garage.”

He tossed her a set of keys and drove off. Moments later, she received the company address on her phone. She didn’t really understand why he wouldn’t drive her himself, but figured he had his reasons. Obediently, she headed to the garage.

In truth, Lin Changsheng and Mo Zhaoyan had never arrived at the company together. The media was full of rumors about their strained relationship.

By 2050, cars were fully self-driving. Entering the underground garage, Lin Changsheng was stunned to find an entire row of vehicles—colorful and extravagant. Which one was hers?

She pressed the button on the car key Mo Zhaoyan had given her—and to her shock, the entire row of cars lit up, each flashing in dazzling colors.

All the doors opened at once. She was stunned—they were all hers.

Future-me was clearly living large. With a grin, she hopped into the flashiest, fire-red sports car. If you’re going to indulge, go all out, right?

She turned heads all the way to the office—only to arrive just in time to bump into her sister-in-law. As fate would have it, they were driving the exact same red car.

Lin Changsheng didn’t recognize Mo Zhaoran and simply walked past her, ignoring her completely. Mo Zhaoran, thinking she was being snubbed, hurried to block her path.

Only then did Lin Changsheng get a good look at her. Was it her imagination, or did this woman resemble Mo Zhaoyan a little? “And you are…?”

“President Lin, you’ve gotten so full of yourself lately—you don’t even recognize me anymore? No wonder you dare to sneak around behind my sister’s back.”

“Sister?” Lin Changsheng vaguely remembered Mo Zhaoyan mentioning a half-sister once. Could this be her?

She gave Mo Zhaoran a quick once-over. There was nothing about her that matched Mo Zhaoyan’s composed elegance. She looked more like a street punk than a proper young lady. Any goodwill Lin Changsheng might have had instantly vanished.

“Don’t think a little status makes you untouchable. Without my sister, you’re nothing. Understand?”

Some people in the company referred to Lin Changsheng as “President Lin.” When she married Mo Zhaoyan, he had transferred part of the company’s shares to her. Of course, the people in the R&D department still called her “Chief.”

Lin Changsheng had more or less figured out who this was. “Ah, so you’re my dear sister-in-law. It’s been a while—I almost didn’t recognize you just now.”

Mo Zhaoran was already convinced that Lin Changsheng looked down on her. Thinking of the recent rumors flying around, she had no goodwill toward her at all. “You looking down on me is fine. But don’t let me catch you mistreating my sister. Or I’ll find someone to teach you a lesson.”

Mo Zhaoran hadn’t accomplished much in life. A typical second-generation rich kid, she was well aware of her own incompetence. So she wasn’t exactly angry that Lin Changsheng looked down on her—what she really cared about was whether her sister was being mistreated.

To Lin Changsheng, this all seemed a little childish. Who threatens people like that so openly? It was the kind of thing that could easily come back to bite you. She figured Mo Zhaoran must cause trouble for Mo Zhaoyan regularly. Still, these were just tough words. As long as she and Mo Zhaoyan weren’t divorced, Mo Zhaoran wouldn’t dare actually lay a finger on her.

Lin Changsheng chuckled as she watched Mo Zhaoran walk away, then turned and headed toward the company. People greeted her warmly as she passed, and she nodded politely to each of them.

Then someone stepped forward and greeted her, “Chief, you’re here.”

Lin Changsheng gave a slight nod and glanced at the name badge on the woman’s chest—Zhou Yiyi. Her attitude was noticeably different from the others’, so Lin Changsheng straightened up a bit, worried that someone familiar might pick up on something strange.

“Mm.”

“It’s good that you’re here. President Mo has ordered an investigation into that batch of medication,” Zhou Yiyi said in a low voice, glancing around cautiously. “Let’s talk in the lab.”

“All right.”

Seeing her cautious demeanor, Lin Changsheng guessed she was in the know—possibly even Z herself.

They entered the elevator. Not knowing which floor the lab was on, Lin Changsheng quietly stood at the back. Zhou Yiyi didn’t notice anything odd and pressed the button for the 11th floor. Lin Changsheng made a mental note of the number.

She followed Zhou Yiyi down the hallway, observing the environment. This floor was mostly composed of enclosed labs. Some had glass walls, where she could see research on plants and animals taking place. Clearly, the company’s research scope was broad.

However, some labs were fully sealed in metal, giving no indication of what went on inside.

Zhou Yiyi led her all the way to the back. The lab door required facial recognition to enter. Lin Changsheng caught a glimpse of the screen: Zhou Yiyi – Deputy Chief of Research, second only to her own position.

Once inside, the first thing she noticed was a massive computer on the central desk, its screen filled with data on a new type of inhibitor.

In the center of the lab stood a large metal cylinder that extended into the ceiling—it looked like a gas tank. Lin Changsheng studied the experimental data carefully. Most of the figures seemed perfectly normal, which surprised her. The drug appeared to be perfectly fine.

“Don’t worry, Chief. Any problematic documents have already been deleted, and the materials handed to President Mo were all altered. As long as no issues are found with the drug itself, it will go to market safely.”

Lin Changsheng kept a stern expression throughout, forcing herself to stay calm so Zhou Yiyi wouldn’t suspect anything was amiss. “You’ve done well. Do you have a backup of the original drug data?”

Zhou Yiyi broke into a cold sweat, thinking Lin Changsheng suspected her of betrayal. “I wouldn’t dare. You personally kept all detailed records of the drug. None of us have access to your computer.”

“Mm. You’re dismissed.”

“Alright, I’ll let you work.”

Lin Changsheng didn’t want to say too much and risk slipping up. I should start with my own computer, she thought. But to her surprise, it required a password. In 2050, most systems used facial recognition—why on earth was this one still using something so outdated?

And it wasn’t just any password—it was a numeric code.

She typed in her birthday, as that had always been her go-to password.

“Incorrect password. Two attempts remaining.”

Seriously? This thing even has a limit on attempts? Lin Changsheng frowned and tried to think of other dates she might have used. If not her own birthday, then maybe something related to Mo Zhaoyan.

She entered his birthday—wrong again.

“Incorrect password. One attempt remaining. Hint: The day the light came.”

As soon as she saw the hint, Lin Changsheng didn’t hesitate. She typed in the date she first met Mo Zhaoyan.

The password was accepted.

If they’d just given me the hint earlier, I wouldn’t have wasted time…

April 28.

That was the day she first saw Mo Zhaoyan.

It was the start of her first year in high school. Lin Changsheng had transferred into an elite private school but struggled to fit in and was constantly bullied. That day was no different. Her textbooks had been vandalized beyond repair, and the bullies had surrounded her, mocking her as she cried silently, head down.

Then, Mo Zhaoyan appeared.

He was probably on his way to P.E. class, ponytail swinging behind him, a basketball tucked under one arm. Dressed in the school’s gym uniform, he gave a casual flick of the wrist—and hurled the ball directly at one of the girls harassing Lin Changsheng.

The girl yelped in pain and turned to shout at him, only to recognize who he was—the heir of the Mo family. She instantly backed down, not daring to say a word.

Back then, the Mo family hadn’t yet declined. Mo Zhaoyan was already a well-known figure at school. The three bullies scurried off without another word.

The basketball rolled to a stop at Lin Changsheng’s feet. Mo Zhaoyan picked it up silently, turned, and began to walk away.

“Thank you,” she called out quickly.

“Don’t let people bully you,” he said, pausing for just a moment. “Everyone can be their own light. Everyone can save themselves.”

And in that moment, a light had been lit in Lin Changsheng’s life.

She remembered his back as he walked away—and carried that image with her for years. Later, when she brought it up to Mo Zhaoyan, he couldn’t recall it at all. To him, it had been nothing, just a passing moment. But to Lin Changsheng, it was her first salvation.

Something so small, so insignificant to him, that he didn’t even remember someone had once stared at his back for three whole years.

When they met again years later, he had no impression of her whatsoever.

But to Lin Changsheng… he was her light.

If I had never seen the light, I could have borne the darkness.