Failed to Pretend to Be an Alpha and Got Marked by the Enemy (ABO, GL) - Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Ming Zhu wouldn’t lie to her, so if she said it was over, it must be over. Yu Jing felt reassured but, as the person involved, still wanted to see for herself how the online public opinion had shifted.

Her broken phone still lay in her bag, and Xiao Ye and Shen Jiayu were nowhere to be found, so Yu Jing had to borrow Ming Zhu’s phone for now.

Ming Zhu entered the password to unlock it and handed the phone to her without hesitation.

Yu Jing logged into her Weibo account, saw the real-time data for the apology statement she posted five hours ago, and felt a mix of emotions, unsure whether to cry or laugh.

The post had over 200,000 shares and comments combined, and 500,000 likes—a terrifying number.

This was undoubtedly the peak moment of Yu Jing’s three-year career; she became famous overnight. Ironically, such unprecedented attention came from a baseless “scandal.”

Yu Jing’s sleepy eyes blinked slowly, she calmed her emotions slightly, and opened the comment section.

The top three hot comments criticized her for deliberately hiding her differentiation, but after Liang Tian posted the clarification video explaining how Yu Jing saved her, the later comments defended her.

[I watched Liang Tian’s clarification video and forgive you. As an Omega myself, I think you’re really brave. I shouldn’t have insulted you before. Sorry.]

[An Omega saved another Omega, such a positive story, yet someone twisted it into a forcible marking accusation. Yu Jing is the real victim here.]

[Key point: Jingbao’s gene test showed she was an Alpha before differentiation. She became an Omega due to a gene mutation. She didn’t lie!]

[I read about A-to-O cases years ago. They say such differentiations often come with some physical defects. I reasonably guess Yu Jing hid it to cover up some flaws?]

[Who wouldn’t want to be a strong Alpha? Put yourself in her shoes—it’s understandable. If I tested as an Alpha but differentiated into a fragile Omega, most people couldn’t accept that. I wouldn’t want others to know either.]

[I’ll say it after the fact, but you could see hints during ‘Treasure Hunt’. Especially when she interacted with Ming Zhu, she acted so Omega-like!]

[Ming-Yu CP was so hyped before. I’m curious if Ming Zhu knew Yu Jing was an Omega.]

[Sigh, ‘Treasure Hunt’’s team unilaterally ended their contract with Yu Jing. We probably won’t see Ming-Yu interactions next episode.]

[‘Treasure Hunt’’s team is trash. No Ming-Yu, no point watching. Lousy show, just flop already.]

Yu Jing stopped reading here.

When you’re down on your luck, even drinking cold water can get stuck in your teeth, and Yu Jing was a prime example.

She thought being framed by Liang Tian was bad enough, but she didn’t expect the ‘Treasure Hunt’ team to announce on their official Weibo that they were halting her participation before the situation was even clear. She knew about it when Shen Jiayu and the others arrived, but they were busy handling her PR, so other matters were set aside.

Losing her only job didn’t upset Yu Jing too much, as she hadn’t held high hopes since learning Zhang Xu invested in ‘Treasure Hunt’.

Netizens overwhelmingly criticized the show’s team for being heartless, but Yu Jing suspected the decision to cut her wasn’t from the team but from that petty Zhang Xu.

Zhang Xu had wanted to target her for a while, previously demanding editors cut all her scenes with Ming Zhu. Seeing her “scandal,” he seized the chance to kick her while she was down. He probably didn’t expect Yu Jing to bounce back.

Thanks to Zhang Xu’s move to end her contract, Yu Jing gained many netizens’ sympathy, and her Weibo followers surged from five million to seven million in less than a day.

Despite gaining so many followers, Yu Jing felt no excitement.

People often sympathized with the weak, but she didn’t want others to see her as weak.

She closed the comments, unwilling to look further.

Her beautiful peach-blossom eyes shimmered with emotion and a hint of confusion about herself and the future. Yu Jing looked at Ming Zhu in front of her and asked, “Sister, do you think I’m weak?”

Ming Zhu’s heart stirred at being called “Sister,” reached out, restrained the urge to pull her into a tight embrace, and rested her hand on Yu Jing’s fluffy hair.

Everyone knew that in the ABO dynamics, Omegas were the weakest physically. But Yu Jing reshaped Ming Zhu’s understanding of Omegas.

Perhaps because she carried the innate strength of an Alpha before differentiation, or maybe due to unknown life challenges she faced, Yu Jing stood out compared to other Omegas. She showed no trace of fragility outwardly, and her inner strength was undeniable. Though she had differentiated by the first episode of ‘Treasure Hunt’, she always gave her all to complete every challenging task during filming.

Her unyielding spirit was both heart-wrenching and deeply captivating to Ming Zhu.

“No,” Ming Zhu’s fingers slid down, couldn’t resist touching her smooth, full cheek, gazed at her tenderly, and said gently, “You’re the strongest, best girl I’ve ever met.”

Just a simple affirmation, yet Yu Jing’s face heated under Ming Zhu’s meaningful gaze.

Ming Zhu only meant to touch her briefly, but seeing Yu Jing’s shy, lowered eyes, a greedy desire stirred. Her slender fingers traced Yu Jing’s brows, slid over her cheeks, and lingered near her lips.

In the small room, with messy bedsheets, racing heartbeats, and heavy breathing, the atmosphere seemed to justify anything.

As Ming Zhu gently lifted her chin and leaned closer, Yu Jing tilted her head cooperatively, half nervous, half expectant, her eyelids trembled, and she closed her eyes, following her heart.

Warm breath grazed her lips.

Yu Jing instinctively clutched the clothes of the person beside her, parted her lips slightly, and prepared to receive.

But Ming Zhu’s lips didn’t meet hers.

A sudden ringtone shattered the intimate moment.

Yu Jing opened her eyes, her gaze landing on the phone she held, which kept ringing—the caller ID showed “Zhou Qi.”

Yu Jing froze, remembered it wasn’t her phone, and quickly returned it to Ming Zhu. To cover her embarrassment, she added casually, “It’s for you.”

The desire in Ming Zhu’s eyes hadn’t faded. She glanced deeply at Yu Jing, picked up the annoying phone, and answered unhurriedly, “What is it?”

Yu Jing turned away, couldn’t see Ming Zhu’s expression, but sensed a trace of displeasure in her three words.

Zhou Qi, used to Ming Zhu’s cold tone, didn’t notice she had interrupted something and got her upset, went straight to the point, and said, “The agent sent me another listing. It looks decent. Want to check it out later?”

Ming Zhu had been busy house-hunting, with high standards and many requirements, and hadn’t found anything suitable. Zhou Qi knew her tastes, so a “decent” place was rare, but Ming Zhu wasn’t interested now and said, “No time. Let’s talk another day.”

Zhou Qi was puzzled and said, “You don’t have any schedules. How are you busy?”

Ming Zhu glanced at Yu Jing, who was looking down, lost in thought, softened her expression and tone, and said, “I’m in M City now.”

Zhou Qi was surprised and said, “What are you doing in M City?”

It was a long story, and Ming Zhu wanted to end the call quickly, saying, “I’ll tell you when I’m back.”

Zhou Qi wasn’t overly curious, reported the cat was fine, and hung up.

The room returned to silence.

Yu Jing’s fingers fidgeted with the bedsheet, slowly turned around, saw Ming Zhu put down the phone, and said as if making conversation, “Done with the call?”

“Yes,” Ming Zhu looked up, her gaze lingered on Yu Jing’s lips, hesitant to speak.

Should they continue?

Ming Zhu couldn’t ask, and neither could Yu Jing.

A kiss needed the right mood, and that perfect moment was ruined by a phone call. Both lost the urge, sat in silence, and felt only awkwardness.

Ming Zhu’s phone broke the silence again.

This time, it wasn’t a call but a WeChat voice message from Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye said, “Sister Ming Zhu, is Jingjing awake? If she’s up, ask when she wants to go back so I can book tickets.”

Ming Zhu played it on speaker, and Yu Jing heard Xiao Ye’s voice clearly.

With the matter resolved, there was no need to stay longer. Yu Jing instinctively wanted to say, “Anytime is fine,” but as she opened her mouth, she suddenly remembered something important and stopped.

Her purpose for coming back was to pay respects at the cemetery, and she nearly forgot!

She had planned to go with Zhou Yuying in the morning, but it was almost noon now. Her phone was broken, so if Zhou Yuying couldn’t reach her, would she be worried?

Not remembering Zhou Yuying’s number, Yu Jing could swap her SIM card into another phone to access her contacts, but she didn’t.

Since leaving that so-called “home” last night, Yu Jing had no hope for so-called family ties or Zhou Yuying.

She didn’t rush to buy a new phone, cleaned off the grime, and had lunch with Shen Jiayu and the others.

Accompanied by Ming Zhu, Yu Jing went to the cemetery.

Noon was the hottest time, and the cemetery in the northern suburbs was eerily quiet.

Yu Jing held a bouquet of white daisies as she got out of the taxi. The driver, unwilling to linger in the desolate place, sped off the moment she stepped out.

A shadow fell overhead. Yu Jing looked up, met Ming Zhu’s gaze as she held an umbrella for her, smiled lightly, pointed to a nearby pavilion, and said, “Wait for me there.”

Ming Zhu glanced at the cemetery gate, hesitated slightly, and said, “Do you need me to go with you?”

Yu Jing shook her head.

Ming Zhu didn’t insist, handed her the umbrella, and obediently waited in the pavilion.

The same elderly man guarded the cemetery gate. Yu Jing went to register, saw Zhou Yuying’s name on the visitor list, paused for two seconds, and moved to the blank space.

She didn’t blame Zhou Yuying for not waiting, and was surprised Zhou Yuying had come to pay respects that morning.

After registering, Yu Jing climbed the steps and arrived familiarly at a tombstone.

The white stone bore a black-and-white photo of a man who looked five parts like her.

The man, a genetically superior Alpha with striking features, was not yet forty when he died. In his prime, his eyes were dull, half-lowered, avoiding the camera, as if afraid someone might see the filth in his heart or too ashamed to face whoever erected this stone.

The tombstone’s center neatly read “Tomb of Yi Weidong” in five large characters, with “Erected by beloved daughter Yu Jing” in smaller text on the left. Compared to other tombstones covered in dense inscriptions, Yi Weidong’s seemed plain and modest.

Yu Jing remembered three years ago, the person in charge of engraving asked if she wanted to add anything else. She countered, “Add what?”

The person said, “You could write something nice, like praise.”

Did a sinner deserve praise?

Yu Jing rejected the suggestion.

The person probably thought she was saving money. It didn’t matter anymore.

The tombstone was spotless, likely cleaned by Zhou Yuying that morning. Yu Jing crouched, placed her fresh daisies beside Zhou Yuying’s wilted ones, stood, bowed, smiled faintly at the man in the photo, and said, “Father, I came to see you.”

A hot breeze carried the scent of earth across her face.

The stone bench was dirty, but Ming Zhu didn’t bother cleaning it, removed her stuffy mask, stood upright in the pavilion, and watched the cemetery gate.

In less than ten minutes, she saw the familiar figure emerge and hurried out to meet her.

“So quick?” Ming Zhu took the black umbrella from her.

Yu Jing brushed her loose hair and said, “Just said a few words. It doesn’t take long.”

Ming Zhu nodded in understanding, pulled a wet wipe from her pocket, tore it open, and dabbed the sweat on Yu Jing’s nose.

The cool, soft cotton wiped along her face—nose, cheeks, forehead—removing sweat and heat. Her actions were so intimate, natural, as if they were lovers.

Ming Zhu’s expression was gentle, her gaze focused, seemingly unaware if her actions crossed a line. Yu Jing felt her throat tighten, grabbed her wrist.

Ming Zhu stopped wiping, her gaze open.

Yu Jing’s heart pounded under her stare, gripped her hand tighter, and said, “Why didn’t you ask what I said?”

It was a private matter between her and her father, and Ming Zhu felt no need to pry, but since Yu Jing brought it up, she went along and asked, “What did you say?”

“I told him I came to see him, I’m doing well, and he doesn’t need to worry. Also…” Yu Jing looked at her small reflection in Ming Zhu’s eyes, pursed her slightly dry lips, and said softly, “I told him a very important person came with me today, and if there’s a chance next time, I’d let him meet you.”

Ming Zhu let Yu Jing’s warm hand hold her wrist, stepped half a step closer, and gazed into her eyes, saying, “Why next time?”

The distance between them closed by just half a step, yet Yu Jing felt overwhelmed, but didn’t retreat, lowered her lashes, bit her lip, and said in a threadlike voice, “Next time, when you’re officially mine, it’ll be more fitting to meet him.”

Ming Zhu didn’t hear clearly, saw the blush on her fair cheeks, her steady heart faltered, and asked urgently, “Louder, what did you say?”

Yu Jing felt the sweat she’d just wiped away seep out again but didn’t dare move. In the empty surroundings, she heard Ming Zhu’s suddenly rapid breathing and her own drumming heartbeat, her heart growing more flustered.

She exhaled, looked up, her eyes shy yet timid, her voice still soft but clear and firm, “Sister, I want to be your girlfriend.”

“…”

Is that okay?

The black umbrella swayed without wind.

Her answer was a tight embrace and a deep, searing kiss that could melt a person.