After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, Both the Heroine and I Fell Hard (Transmigration) - Chapter 11

Just after finishing the dishes, Ruan Tang suddenly remembered something. She broke into a limping trot and dashed out into the night.

Song Chenxi, who was sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine, hadn’t even reacted before she saw a flash of white light split the sky. The lightning carved into the living room with a ghastly pallor, draining all the color from the space. Following a series of heavy, rolling thunderclaps, a torrential downpour erupted.

Could Ruan Tang be trying to escape?

Truthfully, Song Chenxi desperately wanted Ruan Tang to regain her freedom. But Ruan Tang was currently suffering from PTSD and a pheromone disorder, her ankle was swollen, and she could barely walk. If she left now, how would she survive?

The more she thought about it, the more worried Song Chenxi became.

Just then, Ruan Tang returned to the entryway, laboriously clutching a stack of clothes. She placed them temporarily on the cabinet and immediately charged back out into the rain.

Only then did Song Chenxi realize that her coming home early today—which led to Ruan Tang’s sprained ankle—had disrupted the girl’s daily routine, causing her to forget to bring in the laundry. Ruan Tang had long since given up the idea of running away; she was merely retrieving the clothes.

Song Chenxi gave a bitter smile, unsure whether to feel relieved or heartbroken. She immediately dropped her magazine, grabbed an umbrella from the entryway, and ran after Ruan Tang’s silhouette.

“Ruan Tang, it’s raining! Stop!”

The rain was too loud; Ruan Tang didn’t hear her. She ran to another drying rack to gather the bedsheets and pillowcases. Her knee buckled for a moment, and her balance faltered; she had to grab the rack with both hands to steady herself.

The original host enjoyed finding chores for Ruan Tang. Unless it was raining, she was required to air the blankets and wash the bedding every single day.

Song Chenxi was tall with long legs, reaching Ruan Tang in just a few strides. The sky above Ruan Tang went dark as she was suddenly shielded by the umbrella.

This was the first time her Master had ever held an umbrella for her.

“You take the umbrella, I’ll gather these.” Song Chenxi stuffed the handle into Ruan Tang’s hand and began skillfully pulling down the sheets.

Ruan Tang gripped the handle, her pupils trembling as she watched an inexplicably nimble Song Chenxi. “Master, you can’t!” She moved to help.

“Do you want to lose that foot?” Song Chenxi’s voice rose slightly.

Within moments, Song Chenxi was mostly soaked. The rain lashed against her face, cold and biting. As water got into her eyes, she blinked repeatedly, looking quite miserable.

Witnessing a scene she had never seen before, Ruan Tang was on the verge of tears. “No, Master, let me do it. You… you can’t be in the rain!”

Ruan Tang stood on her tiptoes, holding the umbrella high with both hands to shield Song Chenxi. Her black hair clung damply to her face, and her fair skin looked even more lifelessly pale.

Song Chenxi took the umbrella back with one hand while cradling the bedding with the other, pulling Ruan Tang entirely under the canopy. “Let’s get inside, fast.”

Ruan Tang reached out to take the sheets, but Song Chenxi shook her head and tilted the umbrella further toward her. Ruan Tang didn’t dare persist further and huddled close to Song Chenxi as they walked back.

Before transmigrating, Song Chenxi had lived alone for a long time. she had never fallen for anyone or established an intimate relationship. Though she seemed cold and solitary by nature, she was actually afraid of thunder and lightning.

Just as they reached the house, another bolt of lightning tore across the sky. Song Chenxi let out a sharp yelp, startling Ruan Tang. Her Master had never shown such a vulnerable side.

Song Chenxi set down the bedding and closed the umbrella. Even though she was scared half to death, her first instinct was to look at Ruan Tang with concern. “How are you? You weren’t scared, were you?”

Ruan Tang hunched her shoulders and shook her head silently. Compared to lightning, a raging Master was far more terrifying!

By the light of the hallway, Song Chenxi saw that Ruan Tang’s white T-shirt was soaked through and clinging to her. Her skin was faintly visible beneath the gossamer-thin fabric; her slight frame looked soft, thin, and incredibly fragile.

Pushing aside her own fear, Song Chenxi spoke softly, “Ruan Tang, go shower quickly, or you’ll catch a cold.”

Unsure if this was another test, Ruan Tang continued to shake her head, her speech slow. “No, Master should go first. I… I’m okay.”

Knowing the stubborn little Omega wouldn’t budge, Song Chenxi went to the bathroom, grabbed a clean white bath towel, and returned to the living room.

“Ruan Tang, come here.” She waved to the girl standing at the entryway with a gentle smile. Ruan Tang didn’t dare disobey and walked over step by step.

“Here, turn around.”

Unease spread through Ruan Tang like ink in water. She was terrified of turning her back to her Master because her Master would often bite her without warning, or grab her by the throat to pin her against the dressing table, forcing her to look at her own pathetic state.

Would her Master use the towel to cover her face from behind this time, so she couldn’t breathe?

Ruan Tang turned around painfully, squeezing her eyes shut to greet the coming torment. However, Song Chenxi merely used the towel to dry Ruan Tang’s hair, then loosely wrapped it around her from behind.

“Be good. You go first.”

After showering, Ruan Tang limped out into the living room on one foot, radiating the warmth of the bath. She called out a tentative “Master.”

There was no reply.

Then, she heard noise coming from the kitchen. She approached the glass door and leaned against the frame, waiting cautiously. Her Master, who never lifted a finger for chores… was actually at the stove? Ruan Tang was baffled.

Song Chenxi turned her head by chance and spotted the figure by the door. She waved for Ruan Tang to come in. Ruan Tang pulled open the glass door and walked slowly to a spot about a meter away from Song Chenxi.

The scent was familiar—spicy ginger. Ruan Tang stood quietly, not daring to make a sound or take another step forward.

Seeing that the little Omega was silent, Song Chenxi gave a light laugh. “How is it? Do you feel better?”

Song Chenxi’s shirt was damp against her skin, making the black straps of her undergarments clearly visible and alluring. As she spoke, her wet brown curls shifted slightly. Worried that the rainwater would drip, she kept dabbing at her hair with a paper towel.

“Yes, better, Master.” Ruan Tang’s voice was soft, with a slight nasal quality.

“That’s good.” Song Chenxi lifted the pot lid. In that instant, a ginger scent laced with a hint of sweetness grew stronger. “I made ginger and brown sugar water. The sugar balances the spice; it won’t taste too bad.”

Ruan Tang listened intently, her eyes looking exhausted but forcing herself to show interest. She was afraid the Alpha would get angry and pour the scalding tea over her.

“Ruan Tang, this water helps disperse cold and relieves external symptoms,” Song Chenxi saw a flash of confusion in the girl’s eyes and immediately explained, “Simply put, it prevents colds.”

Ruan Tang pursed her lips, looking very obedient. Song Chenxi took out two bowls and poured the liquid. “This one is yours, and this one is mine.”

Ruan Tang took it and took a sip, immediately sticking out her tongue from the heat.

Watching her flush and poke out her tongue, Song Chenxi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “It’s hot, you little dummy,” she said, placing a clean spoon in Ruan Tang’s bowl. “Drink slowly. I’m not going to steal it from you.”

To match Ruan Tang, Song Chenxi had slowed her own speech. The mouth was still the original host’s mouth, and the voice was still the same, but her tone was filled with profound gentleness and doting.

Involuntarily, Ruan Tang’s ears turned red.