The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together (GL, ABO) - Chapter 1
When Luo Mingyue died, everyone cheered, saying it was a good death, a fitting end—ridding the world of a scourge.
They all said this spoiled, worthless third-generation Alpha deserved an early demise.
That day, even when her mother received her call and she pleaded, “Mom, come see me. I think I’m about to die,” her mother only replied coldly, “Don’t call me Mom. We have no relationship anymore.”
Then came the dial tone after the call was abruptly ended. Even in the face of her only daughter’s impending death, she showed not an ounce of mercy.
It was as if she regretted ever giving birth to this daughter.
The nurses and doctors at the hospital had initially pitied her, but after hearing the rumors, they too began looking at her with strange, even disgusted eyes as if she were some kind of trash.
Luo Mingyue desperately wanted to explain that she had been framed, that the child’s accusations were orchestrated, that she had never committed those monstrous acts.
But no one would listen. After all, even her own mother believed the gossip.
She had allegedly molested an underage Omega, and her so-called charity foundation was nothing but a front to satisfy her depraved desires.
One day, when she felt slightly better, the doctor came for rounds. She even had the strength to sit up and asked with a smile, “Does this mean I’m getting better?”
But the doctor avoided the question. “Still no family coming to see you?”
She could only reply, “It’s not Mom’s fault. When lies spread far enough, even falsehoods become truth.”
The doctor studied her with skepticism before finally murmuring, “You really don’t seem like that kind of person.”
Just as she was about to thank him, he added, “But evil people don’t wear their sins on their faces.”
Her expression froze. Before she could react, someone outside the room shouted, “This is a hospital! Security! Get these people out of here!”
But it was too late. Under the doctor’s stunned gaze, a crowd of reporters barged in, cameras flashing before their voices even reached her ears.
The doctor, middle-aged and experienced, was still shocked by the sudden chaos. He was shoved against the wall, reduced to a mere bystander.
Reporters who couldn’t reach Luo Mingyue turned to him instead:
“Are you Luo Mingyue’s attending physician?”
“What illness does she have? We heard it’s a brain injury from a car accident—that she doesn’t have long to live?”
“Is Luo Mingyue really about to die?”
The doctor snapped, “Get the hell out of here, all of you!”
If the doctor faced a barrage of five or six reporters, Luo Mingyue was swarmed. One journalist, shoved forward, stumbled and sprawled across her hospital bed.
Yet even in the chaos, they fired questions at her like bullets from a machine gun:
“Miss Luo, was your children’s charity foundation just a cover for your predatory intentions from the start?”
“Miss Luo, all of Shangjing is calling you a monster. Even your mother, Madam Lu, says she wishes she’d never given birth to you. Have you been disowned?”
“Miss Luo, are you really dying? The leaked diagnosis says your brain could hemorrhage at any moment?”
Luo Mingyue felt her vision darken as if thousands of flies had swarmed into her head, the buzzing unbearable.
Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through her skull. Darkness swallowed her sight, though her hearing remained—she heard the dull thud of something heavy collapsing onto the hospital bed.
And just like that, her life ended at the age of twenty-six.
The cause of death? Perhaps the relentless questioning from reporters, or maybe it was simply her final flicker of life before the end…
Regardless, her passing became utterly absurd, turning her into the laughingstock of the capital for weeks.
“Did you hear? That Luo Mingyue scared herself to death out of sheer embarrassment when the reporters cornered her!”
Now a ghost, Luo Mingyue drifted indifferently past another hospital room, eavesdropping on the gossip inside.
She poked her head in and deadpanned, “It wasn’t fear. My cerebral bl00d vessels ruptured, a brain hemorrhage. Those damned reporters blocked the way, delaying emergency treatment.”
But no one could hear her. Just like when she was alive, no one had ever listened to her explanations.
Dead or not, her words remained unheard.
Luo Mingyue floated onward until she reached her destination, the hospital morgue in the basement.
Since her death was recent, her corpse still looked much as it had in life: emaciated, ravaged by illness, a pitiful and unsightly sight.
She plopped down beside her own body and muttered, “Luo Mingyue, you never truly loved anyone in this life. You bore the reputation of a scumbag Alpha, yet died a virgin. Might as well have pursued a good woman while you still could, would’ve made this miserable existence somewhat worthwhile.”
“Everyone should experience real love at least once.”
She sighed, then thought of that fragile Omega who had always leaned on her. She had wanted to explain that she only saw her as a sister, that she understood the pain of living under someone else’s roof.
“I wonder how she’s doing now. Probably cried her eyes out,” Luo Mingyue mused, propping her chin on her hand.
She stared at the white sheet covering her face and wondered why her mother still hadn’t come to claim the body. Was she really going to spend the night here?
Just then, voices echoed outside:
“Still can’t reach Luo Mingyue’s mother? The whole capital knows by now! How can she not know her own daughter is dead? What kind of mother is this? Heartless!”
Luo Mingyue smirked bitterly. Her Omega mother had never liked her. It all traced back to her mother’s reckless youth, defying her family to elope with a poor Alpha.
But within two years, the once love-struck couple grew unrecognizable under the weight of hardship.
Her mother lamented her wasted youth, while her father resented his once-gentle wife’s bitterness.
And then Luo Mingyue arrived, another burden in their impoverished lives.
At first, the pregnancy briefly rekindled their affection.
But reality struck fast. A baby meant endless expenses. Her father vanished without a word, and her mother, wiping away her tears, abandoned Luo Mingyue at an orphanage before returning to the Lu family without a second glance.
It was the Lu family matriarch that female alpha at the helm, her biological grandmother, who had arranged for her to be brought back to the Lu household.
Thankfully, Luo Mingyue didn’t end up as an orphan in a welfare institution.
From this alone, one could see how much her mother despised this daughter, likely wishing the child had never existed in the first place.
It also showed that her mother was just as ruthless as her father—merciless people act decisively.
Even after Luo Mingyue returned to the Lu family, her mother endured raising her, constantly drilling into her the importance of filial piety and gratitude.
Once she grew up and displayed some business acumen, her mother no longer felt ashamed of the title “Luo Mingyue’s mother.”
She began leveraging that identity to socialize all over the capital until Luo Mingyue was framed and her reputation ruined. Then, without hesitation, her mother publicly declared in the papers:
“I sever all mother-daughter ties with Luo Mingyue.”
She didn’t even bother to hear her daughter’s side of the story.
Truly heartless. Was it hatred for her father spilling over onto her? Or did she see Luo Mingyue as the one who ruined her life?
Luo Mingyue couldn’t understand, nor could she ask for clarification now. All she could do was sit idly beside her own corpse, waiting from dawn till dusk, only to realize no one would come to collect her remains.
To live like this, how utterly pitiful!
Luo Mingyue let out a long sigh. Suddenly, someone entered. A staff member spoke respectfully: “Here we are. This is Miss Luo Mingyue.”
She looked up and froze.
The woman wore a black dress, every piece of her attire solemn and cold in its darkness.
It made her already pale face appear even more bloodless, while her brows and eyes stood out starkly black. The contrast between black and white was so striking that it created a startling kind of beauty.