After Being Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Scum Alpha, She Relies on Acting Cute to Survive - Chapter 2

She remembered that strange dream with perfect clarity.

When Ruan Ci realized she wasn’t at home—and that a beautiful young lady was tied up like a festive roast, kneeling by her bed—she tremblingly felt her own thigh.

She had been in a car accident as a child, leaving a burn scar at the base of her thigh that had stayed with her for over a decade. Because of its private location, she had never thought about getting it removed…

She… she, she, she really couldn’t feel it!!

Ruan Ci sucked in a breath of cold air.

There was no doubt that the Lin Shu of the early-to-mid story—the one who was forced into that kind of “love” by the scum Alpha, only to fall for her later and still meet a tragic end—was pitiable and sympathetic. Likewise, the reborn Lin Shu, who disowned everyone and became a ruthless, decisive leader, was fascinating and admirable.

Ruan Ci had finished this short novel in the hour before she fell asleep. She had wept buckets for Lin Shu and had been sincerely happy for her, too. Ruan Ci had even thought: If I were that Alpha, I would never hurt Lin Shu; I’d definitely treat her well.

Even though she’d never been in a relationship and had never thought about being with a girl… she would work hard to help Lin Shu find her true destiny!

However, she had never considered what the outcome would be if her identity was that very scum Alpha who had already deeply traumatized Lin Shu in her previous life—the scum Alpha who was already heavily burdened with sin in Lin Shu’s memory.

Actually, she didn’t need to think about it.

The ending was right there in the novel.

The original host, born into a prestigious family, died of illness amidst hunger and cold, unable to afford even a sip of water.

The one behind it all was Lin Shu.

The room was huge and luxurious, the “fragrance of money” hiding in every corner.

Logically, someone like her, who always talked about “wanting to get rich overnight,” should have been so happy she couldn’t keep her eyes open upon suddenly living in such a magnificent room. Instead, Ruan Ci was so scared her face was white as snow, and she couldn’t stop swallowing nervously.

Trans… transmigrated?

Re-re-really transmigrated?!

Into the scum Alpha who’s about to go bankrupt? Into the scum Alpha with the miserable ending?!

Ruan Ci couldn’t accept this.

She was perfectly happy in her own world, slacking off at work and playing dead at home. She didn’t have any great talents, but she wouldn’t let herself starve either. Her parents were in great health and could even drag her along on trips once in a while…

That was her life! To inexplicably become someone else—and to have to manage such a huge family enterprise? She’d probably die faster than the original host, QAQ?!

No, no, no, no! No amount of money is worth this, ahhh!

Just as Ruan Ci set her sights on the nightstand, determined to gamble on whether ramming her head into it would send her home, her nose twitched. She noticed a scent of tea growing in the air.

Subconsciously turning her head, she collided with the sound of a pained groan filled with a hint of indignation and impatience.

“Mm…”

The person who had been kneeling straight by the bed suddenly collapsed onto the carpet, curled up in agony. The coldness in her eyes instantly shattered into countless stars, flickering and then fading away.

Her delicate body shook uncontrollably. Beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead and clung to her sickly pale face, creating a sense of fragile beauty that begged for protection.

She bit her lip hard, trying not to let too much of her feverish breath escape. Her eyelashes were soaked to a deep ink-black, the corners of her eyes a vivid crimson. She struggled and twisted on the floor like someone unable to catch their breath, stubbornly rubbing her bound hands against the hemp rope until they bled!

Ruan Ci’s movement toward the nightstand froze. She was stunned.

The novel mentioned that the first time the original host drugged Lin Shu to force herself on her, she discovered a problem with her own body—she was completely unable to fully “mark” an Omega. It was only later, after finding a divine doctor named Li Nanfeng for treatment, that the Ruan family line wasn’t cut off.

Nothing happened between them that night, but the original host refused to let Lin Shu go. She insisted Lin Shu become hers, and when Lin Shu wouldn’t agree, she tortured her incessantly.

Before the treatment, the original host had a perverse personality. She enjoyed triggering Lin Shu’s heat prematurely, but since she couldn’t mark her and wouldn’t give her suppressants, she would just watch her roll around on the carpet, unable to live and unable to die…

If Ruan Ci guessed correctly, the ropes on Lin Shu and her torn clothes were all the original host’s doing—and Lin Shu’s heat had been triggered early!!

The person on the bed cautiously sat toward the edge. Her toes hooked around under the bed but failed to find her shoes, so she gave up.

She didn’t dare go over. She felt that the entire area where Lin Shu lay, including the air itself, was damp and hot—so scorching it made her heart flutter with panic.

She didn’t share the original host’s fetishes. Seeing such a great beauty suffering on the floor made her feel terrible, too. It was just that she didn’t dare approach, fearing Lin Shu would misunderstand her intentions and find the situation even harder to endure.

This tea fragrance wasn’t exactly pleasant to the nose; it was mellow yet bitter, clear yet astringent. It drifted around the tip of her nose, and if she wasn’t careful, it would fill her senses, making her feel exceptionally alert.

“…”

Likely noticing Ruan Ci’s movement, Lin Shu half-opened her eyes. Her hands, covered in marks from struggling, clenched fiercely into fists—

Lin Shu had been reborn into the very first night she was sabotaged by the scum Alpha, right after being tortured to the point of near-death by a scum Alpha who had been humiliated and flown into a rage.

Her hatred for the scum Alpha was the accumulation of her previous life plus this one. It was completely irreconcilable.

Ruan Ci was certain that if she took even a single step toward her, the reborn female lead would fight with her life to punch her into disfigurement.

But she’s clearly reached her limit.

In just a few more minutes, the discomfort in her body will surge and cause her to lose all reason.

Ruan Ci stood up and took a few steps along the bed toward the bathroom. The sounds from the person behind her became even more hurried.

She stopped in her tracks.

After a long silence, a weak female voice spoke softly: “…I’ll help… let me untie the rope for you.”

Ruan Ci was truly afraid that the hands meant for signing contracts and writing at an office desk would be ruined by this rubbing.

—The original plot seemed to mention that Lin Shu’s right hand wasn’t very agile and couldn’t perform certain movements.

Could it be the lasting damage from this very incident?

Ruan Ci couldn’t move another inch.

Who could stand by and watch an outstanding person have their wings broken right before their eyes?

“…Get out.”

The word forced through the gaps of her teeth was so clear, carrying such intense hatred.

Lin Shu didn’t even look at Ruan Ci. She curled her body and turned her back to her, looking as if she loathed Ruan Ci to the extreme.

Ruan Ci kept hypnotizing herself: I didn’t do these bad things, and her hatred isn’t directed at me!

—Perhaps the tea fragrance was too pungent, or there was too much grievance from transmigrating, or perhaps the inexplicable “heavy burden” placed on her made her heart feel blocked. Despite Ruan Ci constantly thinking that she didn’t do these things, as she looked at Lin Shu’s wretched and suffering appearance with her own eyes, the rims of her eyes slowly, slowly turned red.