After Being Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Scum Alpha, She Relies on Acting Cute to Survive - Chapter 3

Lin Shu was unable to speak.

The blood from her lip meandered downward, dripping onto the carpet. Her deathly pale cheeks were forced into a feverish flush, and the stretch of her exposed neck was lightly veiled in cold sweat, making her fair skin appear even more translucent.

In a flurry of panic, Ruan Ci found a palm-sized pair of gold scissors on the dressing table. The blades were a sharp, cold silver while the handles were delicate and exquisite—she had no idea what precious things they were meant to cut.

Hiding the blades tightly within her palm, she cautiously observed Lin Shu’s movements while silently creeping toward her.

She was terrified that her footsteps would startle the person on the carpet. If that happened, not only would she fail to untie the rope, but it would be disastrous if a struggle broke out and she accidentally stabbed someone.

The original host had likely tied a dead knot.

This was Ruan Ci’s first time encountering such a situation, and she was scared to death. To make matters worse, the person she was trying to help didn’t appreciate the gesture at all. Ruan Ci hadn’t done anything wrong, yet she was forced to occupy the role of the culprit—even a potential murderer.

Her hands were shaking, her lips were trembling, and every step she took was unstable. If there were so much as a rustle in the wind, she might have collapsed onto the floor, unable to get back up.

But she was determined to untie Lin Shu.

If, once freed, Lin Shu chose to stab her or blind her with those scissors, as long as it ended things in one go and let her go back to her own world, that would be even better.

…No, no, no! That’s not good either. A tiny version of Ruan Ci in her head shook its head frantically.

Lin Shu couldn’t be a murderer.

Lost in her racing thoughts, Ruan Ci gripped the scissors even tighter, telling herself she must not let Lin Shu snatch them away, or they truly would become a murder weapon!

“…Mm… hng…”

Lin Shu was in the throes of extreme pain.

She let out small, muffled sobs, her head rubbing lightly against the carpet.

The tattered evening gown failed to cover her body; wearing such clothes was less dignified than wearing nothing at all.

As the protagonist of the novel, Lin Shu’s body was exceptionally beautiful.

After being forced to be with the original host, the host spent a lot of money buying clothes for her. She especially loved seeing Lin Shu in a qipao—it accentuated her curves, and her waist was so slender it looked as though it might snap at a single touch.

By the aesthetic standards of this world, the fragile and cold Lin Shu was a “top-tier” specimen—yet Ruan Ci felt only a surge of alarm and heartache at the sight of the prominent bones protruding from her back.

Though it was only a few steps, it felt to Ruan Ci as if she had walked for a century.

Moving from her world to Lin Shu’s world felt so distant and agonizing.

“I—I’ll help you untie the rope. Don’t move,” Ruan Ci stammered, not daring to look at her body, desperately forcing her gaze onto those pitiful hands. “I might… I might hurt you, so please, don’t move…”

The rope had already strangled her wrists until they bled.

The tears Ruan Ci had just managed to suppress welled up again.

She had an incredibly low threshold for crying; usually, even a tiny bit of emotional excitement would send tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Lin Shu was just too miserable.

—Picked up by an adoptive mother, she had been treated entirely as a “mobile vault.” Her mother groomed her specifically so she could be “sold” to noble Alphas at any time.

After entering the vanity fair of the entertainment industry, Lin Shu—who refused to accept “hidden rules” (casting couch)—had to work part-time jobs to support herself and her family while spending days and nights at film sets seeking opportunities.

Who could have guessed she would run into a little brat like the original host? The host took a lustful interest in Lin Shu’s beauty and, when soft tactics failed, turned to force. She brought Lin Shu—who already had a weak will to live—to the brink of wanting to die.

The original host had shattered the family relationships Lin Shu had worked so hard to maintain and caused her deep-seated dream of becoming an actress to vanish in an instant. Even after following the host, she didn’t lead a life of “luxury and dissipation”—instead, she faced one round after another of vengeful, violent beatings.

The original host only loved that face and the expression of pain upon it. She had no heart; otherwise, she wouldn’t have vented all the twisted rage caused by her own physical defects onto the fragile Lin Shu.

These hands were covered in scars and bloodstains, yet Lin Shu grit her teeth, refusing to cry. Right now, were it not for the fact that she had lost her reason to the heat, those tears would have likely been swallowed back into her stomach, unseen by anyone.

As her fingertips touched the coarse rope, Ruan Ci’s tears fell patter-patter onto the floor, but her touch remained feather-light.

First, she used one finger to hook the area next to the knot, not bringing the scissors close immediately. After waiting a few seconds to ensure Lin Shu wouldn’t struggle, she nervously began to saw at the rope.

With a few crisp snip-snaps, the rope fell to Lin Shu’s side.

The tension in Ruan Ci’s nerves suddenly snapped. She had just let out a breath of stale air—

When suddenly, her vision blurred!

By the time she regained her senses, she was met with Lin Shu’s clear eyes full of ferocity, and the sight of a dome made of stained-glass mosaics.

She was being pinned ruthlessly to the floor by Lin Shu!!

“You… urgh!”

Lin Shu leaned down and bit her neck.

That wasn’t a playful nip; she truly intended to tear a piece of flesh off Ruan Ci’s body!

Ruan Ci was in too much pain to speak.

The taste of blood filled her mouth.

Lin Shu gradually began to break free from the memories of her tragic death in her previous life.

She felt something lightly stroking the back of her head and her back, carrying a hint of… tenderness, and a scent of oranges she had never smelled before.

Lin Shu’s eyes turned dazed for a moment, and her mouth no longer obsessively tried to clamp down on something.

Ruan Ci didn’t have the strength to push the person off her, nor did she dare touch the bloody hole in her neck with her hand. She was afraid she would faint the moment she saw her hands covered in blood.

The hand that had been stroking Lin Shu slumped weakly onto the carpet. She breathed with difficulty, speaking softly to the seemingly lucid Lin Shu above her: “I remember… don’t you need to use a suppressant? I don’t know where they are, you can… you can go look for them yourself…”

Lin Shu didn’t move.

Ruan Ci closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. With one hand supporting her aching head and the other bracing against the carpet, she slowly tried to sit up.

Lin Shu still didn’t move; her gaze was just somewhat vacant as she stared at Ruan Ci’s face.

The feeling of someone sitting on top of you wasn’t great. Ruan Ci looked at Lin Shu, and Lin Shu looked at Ruan Ci. The two of them stared at each other for a long time, as if trying to stare the other’s soul right out of their head.

“…Fine,” Ruan Ci muttered under her breath, lowering her gaze first. “I forgive you.”

Ruan Ci thought the crisis had passed.

But when she was pressed onto the bed once more, and Lin Shu’s body temperature was even higher than before—she finally realized she had underestimated the “Heat” of this world.

This time, Lin Shu was even crazier than the last. She actually started unbuttoning Ruan Ci’s clothes!

Ruan Ci was so scared she started stuttering: “Y-y-y-you… c-c-c-calm d-d-down a bit, ahhh!! Look, look at my face! Don’t you really want to hit me?! You… y-y-you wouldn’t be willing to let me m-m-mark you!”

Lin Shu was deaf to her words. Those eyes, which were usually devoid of ripples, were now filled with a certain raw craving.

Ruan Ci moved one hand up to block her, only for both of her hands to be pinned together above her head!

Seeing that Lin Shu couldn’t get the buttons undone after a while and simply started tearing at her collar…

Ruan Ci didn’t feel cold. Lin Shu’s fingers were too hot.

The tea fragrance in the room was incredibly potent, even wafting through the crack of the door, allowing an Alpha in the hallway to catch the scent.

The Alpha’s eyebrow had just begun to arch when she caught a hint of orange fragrance wrapped within the tea…

The overbearing tea scent seemed unwilling to let the orange scent be smelled by anyone else, quickly monopolizing that tiny bit of fresh citrus fragrance.

A flash of dissatisfaction crossed the eyes of Guan Jianyue, who had just been immersed in the orange aroma only to be abruptly cut off. She narrowed her eyes and pressed her nose against the door panel, sniffing like a madwoman.

After a moment, the eldest Miss Guan murmured to herself: “Is this… the room Ruan Ci booked?”