A No-CP Female Lead is Pregnant with the Uxorilocal Alpha’s Cub - Chapter 15

Song Ranxue felt a flush creep across her face as she looked at the message. Her heart skipped a beat, though she couldn’t tell if it was from a flutter of excitement or a pang of guilt.

Vivid, lingering images of that intimate scene—the ones she had tried so hard to suppress—resurfaced in her mind.

Before transmigrating, she had always maintained an appreciative but respectful attitude toward beauty, never harboring any desire to desecrate it. However, she was suddenly realizing that when someone’s beauty reached a certain threshold, it became a weapon—invisible yet lethal, capable of snatching one’s very soul.

And Leng Xingxuan… she certainly possessed the power to make any Alpha lose their sense of right and wrong and obey her every whim.

Song boarded the subway. The cool draft of the air conditioning helped steady her nerves. She checked her phone several times, but no more messages came through. It was as if that text had been a mere whim—a quick jab to embarrass her and toy with her.

…It was actually quite aggravating.

Song Ranxue’s reason for returning to the room earlier hadn’t been idle curiosity; she wanted a bank account number or some way to transfer money so she could return that 20 million yuan. She didn’t want any financial entanglement with the woman. To her, it was a source of trouble and an insult to her pride.

Moreover, since yesterday’s event was a total blunder, there was no reason for such a bizarre transaction to exist between them. That was why she had gone back for the account details.

She hadn’t expected to walk in on that. Just the thought of it made her ears burn.

A figure carved by the hands of the gods themselves… truly flawless. It was impossible not to be moved.

Knowing she couldn’t let things drag on, Song opened the message and replied: [Hello, Miss Leng. About just now… I’m sorry.]

Leng Xingxuan replied almost instantly: [Is ‘I’m sorry’ all you can say? Are you unwilling to offer anything else?]

Song Ranxue felt helpless: [What do you want?]

Leng Xingxuan: [Didn’t I tell you? 1 million per second. 5 million total.]

Song Ranxue: [I don’t have the money right now. I can write you an IOU and pay you back once I have it.]

— Wait, wait, the Villain is being this easy to talk to???

— Too unexpected!

— This is clearly Xing-Xing pulling a ‘scam’ on her, yet she’s just taking the hit without a word???

— What do you mean ‘taking a hit’? We can’t even see Xing-Xing’s beautiful back! It was a ‘Villain Exclusive’! If she saw it, she has to pay!

Leng Xingxuan ignored the bullet-chat and replied: [Do you enjoy being a sucker that much?]

Song Ranxue: “…”

She couldn’t quite grasp the female lead’s train of thought, but she felt there was nothing to argue about: [You aren’t that cheap.] Since she had seen it, she had seen it. If the woman wanted monetary compensation, she would follow her lead. She was broke now, but she would pay it back eventually.

She knew Leng Xingxuan didn’t actually want the money; she just wanted to make things difficult for her. Still, Song wanted to show the proper attitude—she wouldn’t let the woman lose out.

Leng Xingxuan stared at the reply, momentarily stunned. This was not what she expected. She figured Song Ranxue, being penniless and having lost her job opportunity that afternoon, would have denied everything or argued her way out of such an outrageous demand. Instead, the girl had voluntarily offered an IOU.

Though the method was a bit strange, at least she wasn’t trying to shirk responsibility. Her straightforwardness was refreshing.

[I didn’t come back to peak at you. I came back to ask for an account number so I could return the 20 million.]

Leng Xingxuan’s phone vibrated again. Song Ranxue’s second message arrived, explaining the earlier blunder succinctly and without any bashfulness.

Leng felt a flicker of confusion. Why would someone like her be stuck as a blacklisted, 18th-tier idol?

[Miss Leng?] Song Ranxue sent another message when she didn’t get a response.

Leng Xingxuan snapped out of it. An idea formed in her mind. She toyed with the cinnabar good-luck string in her hand and typed a reply: [I’ll take it from you in person next time we meet. In the meantime, do whatever you want with that money.]

Song Ranxue: […] She never expected Leng Xingxuan to say that. Even if she didn’t care about 20 million, you don’t just give it away to an Alpha you don’t know well.

Wait—the woman had definitely investigated her. Her resume and medical reports were probably sitting on her desk. Song had no secrets from her.

Leng wasn’t doing this because she trusted her; she was doing it to toy with her, watching her struggle with her conscience.

Song Ranxue didn’t reply again. She felt that, at this stage, she was no match for Leng Xingxuan’s mind games. She was just entertainment for the wealthy woman. Someone who could spend tens of millions on a lover and play so many tricks was not someone she could confront head-on.

Better to ignore it. As for the money… she wouldn’t be so “noble” as to refuse to use it in a dire emergency, but the time hadn’t come yet.

Time to keep looking for a job.

Vibrate—

Another message arrived, but this time it wasn’t from Leng Xingxuan. It was from the original host’s sister. Song Ranxue’s gaze softened. She opened the message to find a worried note: [Sis, where are you? Are you coming back for breakfast? I made your favorite meatball porridge and bought some fried dough sticks.]

Song knew her sister was worried. She had been leaving early and returning late lately, and she hadn’t come home last night. It was only natural for her to be anxious. She replied quickly: [I’m coming back now. You and Mom can go ahead and eat.]

Song Chuning let out a sigh of relief at the confirmation: [Okay, Sis, I’ll wait for you.]

Song Ranxue didn’t reply, but she instinctively touched her wrist. A cinnabar string should have been there—one her sister had hand-woven for her.

Her sister was a Beta, frail and sickly. She was in high school but was unable to speak. In the original book, she had zero presence. However, she was skilled with her hands and would often sell handmade items or host small livestreams when her studies weren’t too busy to help out with family expenses.

She and the original host were very close. The care she showed was something Song Ranxue had never felt before transmigrating, and she cherished it.

The pearl rabbit brooch on her clothes was also a gift from her sister. It was the first gift she had received since arriving here. Though small, it was the first gift from a “family” member. It meant the world to her.

Even if not for herself, she had to treat this family well.

However, Song still felt a pang of regret for that lost cinnabar string. She had gone back to Yinfeng SOHO to look for it, but it was gone—either swept away by cleaners or picked up by someone else.

After a few subway stops and a transfer, Song Ranxue reached her neighborhood. It was another 15-minute walk from the station to the family’s home.

The host lived in an “urban village.” It wasn’t exactly a nice area, but luckily the house belonged to them, which saved them on rent.

Song was in a relatively good mood. On her way home, she passed through a bustling commercial street. She intended to buy some fruit for her mother and sister, but as she passed a bar, she saw a “Singer Wanted” sign and felt a spark of interest.

She was indeed short on money. The host had borrowed money to survive, and yesterday’s modeling job had fallen through. She couldn’t ask Senior Lin for more help; she already owed her a favor. She had to find a part-time job on her own.

A gig as a bar singer was perfect. She stopped and went inside to inquire.

The bar owner was a male Omega, not much older than her, and seemed easy to talk to. However, as they spoke, Song realized his standards were quite high—specifically, he wanted a versatile vocal range. This surprised her; the owner actually knew his music.

“If you can do it, you can go out to our small stage and sing one song,” the owner said after stating his requirements and the pay.

“I can certainly do that,” Song Ranxue replied without hesitation.

“Good. Even for an audition, if you sing well, I’ll pay you,” the owner said, looking at her with some anticipation.

“Then, thank you, Boss,” Song replied, not about to act too proud to refuse money.

It was only around 10:00 AM, but it was the weekend and this was the busiest part of the pedestrian street, so the foot traffic was heavy.

Song Ranxue hadn’t performed in a while, but her skills hadn’t diminished. She chose a song suitable for the crowd and stepped onto the stage. She noticed the owner was meticulous; the microphone he used was top-tier. He was serious about this bar.

She steadied her heart and began to sing as the accompaniment started. She chose an English song: Just Like Fire. Interestingly, most songs from the real world existed here too—likely because the author used real-world settings.

The song was dynamic without being overbearing, making it a great fit for a busy street. With its unique intro, it quickly drew a crowd.

“Oh~ I know that I am runnin’ out of time / I want it all mmm / And I’m wishin’ they’d stop tryin’ to turn me off~” (Note)

This song is technically demanding, with numerous riffs and slides in the opening lines. If sung well, it’s impressive; if sung poorly, the singer looks like a fool.

But Song Ranxue’s voice was a gift from the heavens. The original host’s vocal cords were identical to her previous ones—perhaps even a bit clearer and more distinctive. It was incredibly catchy and instantly commanded the crowd’s attention.

The bar owner, listening from behind her, looked amazed.

People in the crowd began pulling out their phones to take photos and videos. Most simply enjoyed the sudden auditory feast. Listening with eyes closed was intoxicating; watching the tall, cool Alpha with eyes open was equally delightful.

The song ended quickly. Some enthusiastic audience members immediately uploaded the footage to the internet, where it caused a minor sensation. Simultaneously, on the other side of the web, Tang Heya had—unwillingly—posted a clear letter of apology to Song Ranxue.

The two news items collided, instantly setting Weibo on fire!

Even Leng Xingxuan noticed. Seeing the video of Song Ranxue singing, a flash of amazement crossed her eyes.

However, when she saw the male Omega bar owner behind Song looking at her with a gaze full of admiration and even affection, Leng’s eyes instantly turned cold.

— Oh ho! Big Sister’s love rival has arrived! (Fight!) (Rubbing hands)