Redeeming That Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Omega [Transmigration] - Chapter 13

Lin X handled the villa’s problems, while Xu Ruozhou took full control of the teetering Wen Group. Wen Yan enjoyed the most leisurely days since transmigrating into the novel.

 

The sun shone brightly, trees stood tall, and birds sang melodious songs from the branches.

 

Humming a tune, Wen Yan strolled leisurely around the villa, her hands clasped behind her head.

 

Along the way, she encountered many acquaintances from the wealthy neighborhood who knew the original owner. Some greeted her warmly, while others cast disdainful glances.

 

Regardless of their reaction, Wen Yan responded with unwavering enthusiasm. After all, no one strikes a smiling face, forcing even those who looked down on her to endure polite small talk.

 

Through these conversations, Wen Yan learned about the company’s recent developments.

 

Under Xu Ruozhou’s iron-fisted leadership, the Wen Group—rotten from its very roots—seemed to be genuinely reviving.

 

No wonder the monthly deposits in my account have been steadily increasing. Truly befitting of the female lead!

 

Footsteps startled a sparrow hiding in the bushes, sending it fluttering away. Wen Yan turned her head, catching a glimpse of a dark shadow darting past.

 

Her relaxed shoulders immediately tensed.

 

Someone’s following me?

 

Wen Yan quickly reviewed the plot in her mind, racking her brains to figure out who would be tracking the Original Owner at this time.

 

Lin X, as the housekeeper, wouldn’t go out of her way to ambush her outside.

 

Xu Ruozhou was focused on advancing his career and had even publicly acknowledged her as a business partner. Given the female lead’s character, she would never resort to such tactics.

 

So who could it be?

 

Wen Yan’s expression turned slightly cold.

 

This was a world where Alphas, Betas, and Omegas were clearly differentiated. Alphas possessed naturally superior physical strength compared to ordinary Betas and delicate Omegas. Moreover, Alphas possessed pheromones; releasing aggressive pheromones would immediately cause a disturbance in the community. This was a wealthy district with strict security.

 

She was an Alpha.

 

The person tracking her should be the one afraid.

 

Wen Yan immediately turned and walked toward the direction the shadow had darted. Her voice was slightly cold. “Who’s there?”

 

“Come out now!”

 

No response came, only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

 

Wen Yan frowned and attempted to activate the glands at the back of her neck, releasing a trace amount of pheromones into the air.

 

It was enough to convey her displeasure and the intimidating power of her pheromones without causing a commotion.

 

The moment her gland warmed slightly, the person hiding in the bushes tumbled out in a disheveled heap, shouting, “No, no, no—”

 

“Wen Yan, it’s me!”

 

Wen Yan frowned. “L Yuan, what are you doing here?”

 

The Silver-Haired Alpha’s hair was a tangled mess, strands interwoven with pale green fallen leaves and dark brown twigs.

 

In the original novel, L Yuan was a minor cannon fodder character like her, serving only to advance the plot.

 

Now that she knew her stalker was L Yuan, Wen Yan’s anxiety quietly subsided. Seeing his disheveled state, she couldn’t help but find it amusing.

 

Wen Yan subtly curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

 

As if struck by a sudden thought, L Yuan stopped fussing with his hair, lifted his chin, and puffed out his chest proudly, like a victorious rooster.

 

He looked even more ridiculous now.

 

Wen Yan couldn’t contain herself and burst into laughter. “Ha ha ha ha ha! Your hair looks like a chicken coop!”

 

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

 

“Wen Yan, you—”

 

L Yuan’s neck flushed crimson, the color spreading to her face as she pointed a threatening finger at the Alpha, who was doubled over with laughter.

 

Her pheromones stirred restlessly, releasing a faint trace into the air. When she realized it had no effect, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

 

Wen Yan laughed so hard tears streamed down her face. L Yuan crossed her arms, glaring at her with a frosty expression.

 

After crouching on the ground to catch her breath, Wen Yan finally managed to gasp for air and take a moment to study L Yuan.

 

L Yuan’s hair was meticulously styled, and she wore a dark gray dress paired with handcrafted Italian leather shoes.

 

On her finger gleamed a diamond ring—brandless, yet undeniably expensive.

 

Oh-ho, this one came prepared.

 

“Had your laugh?” L Yuan’s face darkened.

 

Wen Yan cleared her throat, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. “Mm-hmm.”

 

“Why are you following me? I thought I made myself perfectly clear last time.”

 

“Hmph.” L Yuan crossed her arms and scoffed.

 

She lifted her chin haughtily, shook a leaf from her silver hair, and deliberately displayed the massive diamond on her right ring finger. Her tone dripped with arrogance, yet carried a hint of boastfulness. “See this?”

 

“I see it.”

 

“I saw it already. It’s just a diamond ring.”

 

The Original Owner had recklessly spent money on countless such rings.

 

L Yuan pressed his lips together. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

 

Wen Yan tilted her head. “Huh?”

 

L Yuan’s face turned green.

 

Wen Yan glanced at him, then at the diamond ring, before suddenly clapping her forehead in realization. “Oh, you want me to give a wedding gift!”

 

With that, she began rummaging through her pockets, which were cleaner than her face, eventually pulling out only two hundred and fifty yuan.

 

Wen Yan pressed the money into the Silver-Haired Alpha’s hand, her face softening into a grandmotherly smile. “Buy the kids something nice to eat, okay?”

 

L Yuan’s face darkened completely. He shook off her hand, snapping irritably, “Wen Yan, stop pretending! I refuse to believe you don’t know that Mingxin and I are getting engaged at the end of this month!”

 

Wen Yan genuinely didn’t know.

 

With Xu Ruozhou away, she spent her days watching dramas and scrolling through short videos. The power struggles of the wealthy and their arranged marriages had long since faded from her awareness.

 

So the plot had progressed to the point where the Fake Heiress needed to leverage her fiancé’s family’s influence to continue opposing Xu Ruozhou.

 

Wen Yan never imagined that simply giving Xu Ruozhou a platform to shine would, within months, drive the Fake Heiress to desperately seek marriage, binding herself to a wealthy and powerful family to maintain her position in the Xu Family.

 

“Oh,” Wen Yan nodded faintly. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

 

“What did you say?” L Yuan stared in disbelief at the expressionless Alpha standing before her.

 

“I said, I know you and Xu Mingxin are getting engaged,” Wen Yan repeated patiently. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

 

“Wen Yan!”

 

For some reason, her calm demeanor only fueled the Silver-Haired Alpha’s rage.

 

L Yuan unconsciously clenched her jaw as she spoke. “Wen Yan, stop pretending! You’re just jealous—jealous that I won Mingxin’s heart!”

 

Overwhelmed by her raised voice, Wen Yan covered her ears and took a step back. “Why are you shouting so loud? Are you crazy? Why are you still here? Not enough money?”

 

She turned out her empty pockets and shrugged. “I gave you everything. I don’t care much about material things, so I never carry much cash when I go out.”

 

As if insulted, L Yuan angrily threw the two hundred and fifty yuan on the ground and shoved two gold-edged invitations into Wen Yan’s arms. “You poor wretch! Do you think the L family is as pathetic as you?”

 

“At the end of this month, I’ve booked the entire Hail Hotel for my engagement banquet with Mingxin.”

 

L Yuan arrogantly tilted his head, a smug expression of victory on his face. “Mingxin specifically instructed me to invite you and Xu Ruozhou, you two paupers, to witness our happiness firsthand.”

 

Wen Yan twirled the two invitations between her fingers, her voice nonchalant. “So, this is why you were stalking me?”

 

“Hah! Do you think I wanted to stalk you?” L Yuan scoffed. “If Mingxin hadn’t personally insisted I deliver these invitations to you myself, I wouldn’t have bothered coming to your pathetic little house.”

 

Wen Yan simply murmured, “Oh.”

 

The Silver-Haired Alpha, infuriated, turned to leave without another word.

 

As his figure receded into the distance, shrinking to a blurry black silhouette, Wen Yan finally lowered her arm, her fingers tightening slightly around the invitations.

 

A self-deprecating smile tugged at her lips.

 

Fate was cruel. She had once been overjoyed to be engaged to the person she loved, only to lose everything and discover he had never cared for her, using her from beginning to end.

 

As a mere prop in the farce of the Fake Heiress drama, this was L Yuan’s fate, the Original Owner’s fate, and now her own fate, having just transmigrated into this world.

 

Beneath the shade of a tree, Wen Yan lowered her lashes, the shadows concealing her expression as she gazed at the invitations.

 

After a long silence, she tucked her hands into her pockets, began humming a little tune, and strolled back toward the villa.

 

Returning to the villa, Wen Yan’s eyes lit up at the sight of Xu Ruozhou sitting calmly on the sofa, sipping tea.

 

“Wife, you’re back!”

 

Xu Ruozhou glanced up, the curve of his lips gradually flattening as his gaze met the Alpha’s expression.

 

Wen Yan rushed over and threw herself onto the sofa. Xu Ruozhou set down his teacup, his lips pressed into a thin line.

 

“Wife, why aren’t you talking to me?” Wen Yan asked, assuming the female lead was in a bad mood. She began to whine playfully.

 

Xu Ruozhou didn’t respond, his amber eyes fixed intently on the Alpha’s face, scrutinizing every nuance.

 

After a long silence, he asked in a low voice, “Are you unhappy?”

 

Wen Yan froze, then quickly waved her hand. “No, I’m just so happy you’re back. How could I be…?”

 

“Wen Yan, tell me the truth.”

 

Xu Ruozhou’s voice was clear and cold, like a mountain spring flowing from melting snow. When he was serious, it carried an icy edge that made one’s heart chill, as if one should kneel in submission at his feet.

 

Wen Yan’s throat bobbed nervously. Against her will, she blurted out, “I ran into L Yuan on the way back. He gave me two invitations to Xu Mingxin’s engagement banquet with him.”

 

“Oh?” Xu Ruozhou’s expression remained unchanged, as if he had already known about Xu Mingxin’s decision to marry into the L family.

 

Clearly, that wasn’t what she was concerned about.

 

Xu Ruozhou chuckled softly. “So, you’re upset because Xu Mingxin is getting engaged to L Yuan?”

 

The Omega’s tone was casual, as if she were making an ordinary joke. But the moment Wen Yan heard those words, alarm bells went off in her head.

 

When Xu Ruozhou was angry, she didn’t curse or rage. Instead, she would smile—a particularly gentle smile—and her voice would remain perfectly natural.

 

Seeing those amber eyes, still smiling, Wen Yan’s legs trembled so violently she nearly collapsed.

 

Noticing her trembling, Xu Ruozhou’s lips curled into a smile. “What are you afraid of? I was just asking.”

 

“You’ve been chasing Xu Mingxin for years. It’s only natural you’d develop some genuine feelings. I won’t hold that against you.”

 

“N-no genuine feelings, Wife.”

 

Xu Ruozhou stood up and circled behind the sofa. Wen Yan stiffened her neck, her back growing cold.

 

A pair of slightly cool hands gently pinched the back of her neck, and Wen Yan trembled uncontrollably.

 

“After all, you’re my Alpha now. No matter what happens, you won’t leave me, right, Wen Yan?”

 

Wen Yan nodded frantically, like a pecking chicken. “Y-yes, yes.”

 

The Omega’s crimson lips curved into a bewitching smile, like a blooming poppy flower—its poison so addictive that one would willingly succumb to its allure.

 

“Good girl. After all, the one you’ve always loved is me.”