The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together (GL, ABO) - Chapter 3

Upon realizing this, Luo Mingyue was immediately overwhelmed with trepidation: How could I possibly be worthy?

Though Luo Mingyue was now nothing more than a ghost unseen by anyone, it didn’t stop her from having a clear understanding of herself, both in life and death.

She absolutely lacked the ordinary yet overconfident attitude that most alphas possessed.

She wouldn’t puff up with pride just because an omega glanced at her a few times, deluding herself into thinking that omega must have fallen for her.

She knew very well that, apart from her fairly striking face, anyone who compared her to Feng Baiming would say, “Luo Mingyue isn’t good enough for Feng Baiming.”

She withdrew her hand, tempted to quip: Miss Feng, you shouldn’t like someone just for their looks. A gilded fool like me, all flash and no substance, isn’t worth your affection.

But before she could speak, an uproar erupted outside the morgue. Feng Baiming immediately tensed, scanning the room before swiftly moving behind a stack of cages against the western wall.

Luo Mingyue followed Feng Baiming’s lead and watched as she crouched low, concealing herself just as the morgue door was flung open.

For a moment, Luo Mingyue thought she was reliving a scene from the past. Before she could even identify the intruders, the rapid clicks of camera shutters and blinding flashes of light flooded the morgue, turning it as bright as day.

In the midst of this bizarre spectacle, Luo Mingyue found it oddly amusing that, as a ghost, she no longer had to squint against the camera flashes like she did when she was alive.

At the forefront was a petite woman, shielded by a man who stood a head taller than her, his arm outstretched protectively. Behind them surged a crowd of reporters, their clamor resembling the cacophony of three hundred squawking ducks.

The morgue, where Luo Mingyue’s body lay, instantly transformed into a chaotic marketplace.

This infuriated Luo Mingyue. She thought in disbelief, Do I have some kind of feud with journalists in this lifetime? They hounded me to death while I was alive, and now they won’t even let me rest in peace?

Sure, the timeliness of breaking news was important, but did they have to abandon all humanity?

Fuming, Luo Mingyue wanted to tear these reporters apart in her rage. She drifted out from behind the cages just as the petite woman leading the group stopped in front of her corpse.

Only when she recognized the woman did her anger dissipate. Floating before the girl, Luo Mingyue sighed, “Lu Jia, you came. But where’s Mom? Does she really have to be this heartless? After all, I was her only child in this life.”

Lu Jia was another child who occupied an awkward position in the Lu family. To Luo Mingyue, she embodied the quintessential omega petite, delicate, and seemingly helpless.

The way she looked at you, even before speaking, her eyes brimming with admiration and dependence, made Luo Mingyue regard her as a younger sister from the bottom of her heart.

While the other Lu children looked down on Luo Mingyue, only Lu Jia would timidly call her “Mingyue jiejie.”

Luo Mingyue’s relationship with her parents was more like that of strangers than family, so she treated Lu Jia as the sister she never had, a true relative, even without bl00d ties.

Though some occasionally speculated whether Luo Mingyue had feelings for Lu Jia, she never had to explain herself. Lu Jia would always clarify on her behalf: “Mingyue jiejie only sees me as a sister. Don’t spread baseless rumors, it’s bad for her reputation.”

Luo Mingyue wasn’t a fool. She had long sensed that beneath Lu Jia’s fragile, pitiable exterior lay something far more complex than an innocent flower.

But she felt that children in their awkward position didn’t have the right to be truly innocent young ladies.

Now, Lu Jia was dressed in a well-fitted black suit skirt, her entire outfit black just like Feng Baiming’s.

Yet she was far from Feng Baiming’s refined elegance her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her bangs messy and clinging to her cheeks. The reporters, however, refused to spare this fragile, tear-streaked woman.

They pushed forward, snapping rapid photos of Luo Mingyue’s body and Lu Jia beside it.

Their mouths were just as relentless, firing off questions like bullets:

“Miss Lu Jia, you’re the only one willing to handle Luo Mingyue’s funeral arrangements. Is it true that her will leaves you the majority of her assets?”

“Miss Lu, what are your thoughts on Luo Mingyue’s sudden death? Do you believe it was suicide rather than illness?”

“Miss Lu, we’ve heard you and Luo Mingyue grew up together. Did she ever behave inappropriately toward you as well?”

Luo Mingyue didn’t have many virtues, but she was often praised for her naturally good temper.

Yet those same people would turn around and say, “She’s practically molded from clay, so mild-mannered it borders on spineless. But given her background, I suppose that’s just how kids raised under someone else’s roof turn out.”

The words spoken behind her back were inevitably brought to her the next day.

She simply smiled good-naturedly, unbothered as always.

The messenger fumed on her behalf, “Stop associating with that person. They look down on you yet still pretend to be your friend, what kind of nonsense is that?”

Luo Mingyue only laughed self-deprecatingly. “It wasn’t that harsh. Getting angry over something like this isn’t worth it.”

In truth, she thought there was some truth to it. Most children raised under others’ roofs did develop such temperaments, they learned early on that they had no right to anger.

But now, for the first time in her life, Luo Mingyue was furious.

Not even the day she realized her father had vanished from her life had filled her with this much rage.

She practically roared, “Come at me instead! Can’t you see how upset she is right now? You worthless trash, no virtue in life, and hell awaits you in death!”

Unfortunately, no one could hear her outburst. Luo Mingyue watched helplessly as Lu Jia buried her face in her hands, tears dripping between her fingers.

Beside them, Lawyer Feng shouted loudly, using his body to block the encroaching reporters. “Quiet! Everyone, calm down! We have no knowledge of Miss Luo’s personal history and cannot nor will we answer your questions!”

As his words fell, a team of black-suited bodyguards finally pushed their way into the spacious morgue.

Thankfully, they weren’t just tall and imposing, they were also battle-hardened professionals who swiftly cleared the reporters out.

The journalists protested, “Don’t touch my camera! A single lens costs five figures!”

It was then that Lu Jia lifted her head, tears still streaking her face, and choked out to the reporters, “I believe Sister Mingyue wasn’t that kind of person. Death extinguishes all, whatever happened in the past stays in the past.”

One reporter yelled, “Miss Lu, you didn’t deny it. Does that mean Luo Mingyue really did molest minors while she was alive?”

Luo Mingyue snarled, “That’s bullshit!”

Lu Jia was already covering her face. The fragile omega seemed deeply traumatized, letting out heart-wrenching sobs.

The bodyguards sprang into action, hauling out reporters one by one. Within half a minute, they finally cleared the room. After securely closing and guarding the door, the morgue returned to silence.

Luo Mingyue’s heart ached terribly. Lu Jia’s weeping pained her deeply, this was the little sister she’d protected since childhood.

None of her bl00d relatives ever truly cared for her. Only Lu Jia would call her “elder sister,” only Lu Jia would cling to her with such devotion.