After I Became A Scumbag Alpha, the Female Lead Omega and I Both Fell Hard (Transmigration Into A Novel) - Chapter 7

The wind howled outside the window, lifting one corner of the white gauze curtains.

The instant Song Chenxi and Ruan Tang looked at each other, the room became so quiet that a falling pin could have been heard.

Ruan Tang did not understand. Throughout the past year, her master had never once mentioned anything about a phone. What had gotten into her today?

But she had no time to wonder. A mere second later, fear enveloped her.

Song Chenxi was half a head taller than Ruan Tang. With Ruan Tang’s head lowered, Song Chenxi could see the crown of her head and the strands of hair trembling faintly along with her body.

“Ruan Tang, look at me.”

Song Chenxi stepped forward twice and bent down.

Ruan Tang did not raise her head, yet Song Chenxi’s extraordinarily beautiful face still entered her vision.

It had been a very long time since she had looked at her master from such close range without any ulterior purpose.

It reminded her of the first time her parents had taken her out for a meal, saying they were going to meet someone extremely important.

That person had been Song Chenxi.

From childhood, Ruan Tang had been indoctrinated with a single belief—even every breath she took while alive should be used to please an Alpha.

That day, the Alpha had stood before her just as she did now, holding a slim women’s cigarette between her fingers. She had regarded Ruan Tang with faint amusement before saying her first words to her.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t you just behave and agree to me from the beginning?”

Only later did Ruan Tang learn that Song Chenxi had arranged that meeting. She was the Alpha who frequently sent people to block Ruan Tang’s path at school and demand that she date her.

Because of this Alpha, Ruan Tang had never entered university.

Instead, she had entered a living hell.

She raised her head uneasily.

“Don’t be afraid,” Song Chenxi said. “I’m not blaming you.”

Ruan Tang knew that her master’s fleeting gentleness concealed a colorless, odorless poison—one capable of killing both body and spirit.

Her master enjoyed role-playing.

Perhaps she was pretending to be someone else again this time.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.

No matter how often Song Chenxi told Ruan Tang to call her by name, Ruan Tang would never obey.

She had already learned that lesson through blood and tears countless times.

The first time she entered this villa, she had called her “Miss Song.” Song Chenxi immediately backhanded her across the face, splitting the corner of her mouth.

After that, whenever Ruan Tang forgot to call her “Master,” she was slapped until her cheeks swelled and she could no longer speak.

Song Chenxi suddenly remembered that Ruan Tang suffered from PTSD and a pheromone disorder. Having a stranger enter the house would present an enormous potential threat to her.

Moreover, Ruan Tang did not know how to use a phone. If something truly happened, even calling the police would be difficult.

Song Chenxi felt both apologetic and ashamed of her carelessness.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think this through properly. I’ll go to work first, and you should rest at home. We can discuss everything else after I return, all right?”

Ruan Tang’s heart lurched, and a chill swept across her back.

This version of her master was far too unfamiliar.

Still dazed, she slowly nodded.

“Young President Song.”

The newcomer was Zhao Heng, a Beta driver. He was honest and rarely wasted words.

“Ruan Tang.” Song Chenxi turned around and smiled at her. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell across her face, making her glow brilliantly. “I’m leaving now.”

Ruan Tang was about to run to the entrance and change Song Chenxi’s shoes for her.

But Song Chenxi waved, signaling that it was unnecessary.

*

When Song Chenxi stepped out of the courtyard, she was greeted by a dazzlingly bright sedan.

The exterior had undergone several modifications. The entire body was covered in a diamond-silver wrap, the rims were painted fluorescent green, and the brake calipers were painted a violently garish Barbie pink!

This freaking thing was actually a…

Rolls-Royce?

Song Chenxi: “…”

To be fair, it was a good car.

But this color scheme was positively hellish.

Had the original Song Chenxi thought it was not conspicuous enough or something?

For a moment, Song Chenxi would have preferred walking over getting inside.

The original owner’s aesthetic sense was enough to leave anyone numb—as though they had spent the night beneath a Sichuan pepper tree.

Twenty minutes later, the outrageously flashy Rolls-Royce stopped outside a strikingly designed building.

Two well-built women stood beyond the enormous circular electric gate. Both wore professional outfits with white tops and black bottoms.

The moment they spotted Song Chenxi’s car in the distance, they immediately stepped forward and waited with the utmost respect.

Song Chenxi opened the door and climbed out by herself, surprising Zhao Heng.

The two professionally dressed women quickly surrounded her.

One carried a tablet, while the other held a drink. Their brilliant red lips were stretched almost to their ears as they forced themselves to display eight teeth. Their smiles looked downright frightening.

“Young President Song, this is passion-fruit and lemon sparkling water. As you requested, it contains precisely six ice cubes—not one more and not one less. The sparkling water is from Fiji. Would you like to try it?”

The shoulder-length-haired woman holding the drink was Xiao Zhou, who handled Song Chenxi’s personal affairs.

“Young President Song, this is a photograph of the editor-in-chief of MZ Magazine. She’s a twenty-six-year-old graduate student and a gifted Omega. Her measurements are 84-62-86…”

The short-haired woman holding the tablet was Xiao Liu, who managed company matters.

“Wait, wait, wait…”

Song Chenxi stopped and deliberately put some distance between herself and the two women.

Why was this becoming increasingly absurd?

Did she need to know someone’s measurements just to discuss business with her?

Song Chenxi glanced at the glass filled with transparent bubbles, which looked wonderfully refreshing, then at the two women whose stiff smiles were becoming increasingly terrifying.

She sighed softly.

“I’m a germaphobe. I don’t casually drink anything while I’m outside.” Her gaze grew increasingly sharp. “Also, you don’t have to smile like that whenever you see me.”

I have a weak heart. I can’t handle being frightened like this.

The two women exchanged confused glances, both visibly astonished.

Song Chenxi checked the watch on her wrist. Ruan Tang’s clean yet timid face appeared in her mind.

“It’s almost eight. Let’s get down to business so we can finish early and I can return home sooner.”

Return home?

And early?

The bewildered employees: “??”

*

That afternoon, Song Chenxi returned home ahead of schedule.

The moment she entered the courtyard, she spotted Ruan Tang crouching beside a flower bed in the distance, curled into a tiny ball.

Her expression was gentle, and the corners of her lips were faintly curved.

A light breeze brushed across her cheek and lifted the loose strands beside her ear. The sunset’s lingering glow fell upon her shoulders, creating a peaceful, beautiful scene.

Song Chenxi had been irritated by all the unfamiliar people and matters she had encountered, but at that moment, she felt an immense sense of tranquility.

“Ruan Tang,” she called.

The Omega’s shoulders shrank in terror when she heard the voice. She abruptly jumped to her feet.

Her foot knocked something aside as she trotted over to welcome Song Chenxi.

“Master.” Her eyes remained fixed on the ground. Her voice was quiet, and she spoke slowly. “Why… why are you back?”

Song Chenxi paused.

The original owner had maintained an extremely colorful nightlife, with an endless succession of social gatherings held under various pretexts.

She rarely returned home for dinner.

Most of the time, she ate outside and came home to “eat” Ruan Tang.

Song Chenxi smiled and tried to recall what the original Song Chenxi would say or do in such a situation.

Unfortunately, all that surfaced in her mind were obscene scenes filled with shameless moaning.

“No, no, Master. I didn’t mean…” Ruan Tang suddenly raised her voice and looked up. A beautiful ray of the setting sun reflected in her eyes. “I meant… I haven’t prepared dinner yet.”

Song Chenxi’s heart skipped a beat.

She quietly gazed at the pure, innocent girl before her, whose black hair fluttered in the breeze.

It felt as though she had eaten a wonderfully sweet piece of candy—or heard the sound of a flower blossoming.

Her heart felt wonderfully sweet and delighted.

“You… haven’t prepared dinner?”

Song Chenxi’s ears grew warm. She pinched one earlobe and mechanically repeated the words.

When Ruan Tang saw her raise her hand, she fearfully closed her eyes.

The expected slap never fell.

Confused, she slowly opened one eye.

Song Chenxi stood before her, grinning foolishly at some unknown thought.

“Master?”

Ruan Tang clasped her hands in front of herself and softly called out again in confusion.

“Master?”

Ruan Tang’s voice was beautiful, like a weightless feather sweeping across Song Chenxi’s heart again and again. It left her tingling pleasantly, with an itch gathering in her throat.

Looking at her Omega, Song Chenxi also lowered her voice.

“What is it?”

Ruan Tang’s eyes were enormous and glistening with moisture.

“Will you be eating at home? Should I go and buy groceries now?” she carefully asked.

Song Chenxi remembered another of the original owner’s peculiar habits.

Her food always had to be fresh, and she absolutely refused to eat anything left overnight. Therefore, she did not allow Ruan Tang to purchase too many groceries at once. The refrigerator had to remain spacious and tidy at all times.

Did anyone actually live like this? Song Chenxi wondered helplessly.

Since she had already returned home, she did not particularly want to go out again.

Ignoring the dinner invitations on her phone, Song Chenxi nodded at Ruan Tang.

Having received her orders, Ruan Tang immediately turned around to retrieve some money.

Song Chenxi stared at Ruan Tang’s slender back, momentarily lost in thought.

If she ate at home, Ruan Tang had to go out and buy groceries.

Then what did Ruan Tang eat whenever she did not return home?

“Wait!”

Song Chenxi caught up with her in several strides. She grasped Ruan Tang’s wrist to stop her.

Ruan Tang turned around, her eyes widening in terror. The wrist held in Song Chenxi’s hand trembled faintly, while her other hand formed a fist against her chest.

She thought she had done something wrong again.

Realizing that her actions could hurt Ruan Tang, Song Chenxi immediately released her and clasped both hands behind her back.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

Ruan Tang lowered her eyes and bowed her head again, allowing her long, straight black hair to conceal half her face.

After a long while, once Ruan Tang had calmed down slightly, Song Chenxi continued.

“It’s already late. There’s no need to go out and buy anything. We’ll eat whatever we have at home.”

Song Chenxi added, “Whatever you eat, I’ll eat too.”

Ruan Tang slowly raised her chin and shifted her eyes without daring to meet Song Chenxi’s gaze.

Her master had always been extremely particular about food.

What was wrong with her today?