After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, Both the Heroine and I Fell Hard (Transmigration) - Chapter 2

Watching the pleading Omega, Song Chenxi’s heart suddenly constricted. What on earth had the original host done to this poor child to make her like this?

Song Chenxi unclenched her fists, slapped herself hard across the face, and then knelt by the sofa. She forced a smile. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hit you. Truly.”

Hearing Song Chenxi’s voice so close, the Omega moved back in terror. When she could retreat no further, she shook her head frantically.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Those weak, helpless apologies made Song Chenxi’s heart ache. It made sense; in the past, every time the original host apologized or gave a promise, it was only followed by even more cruel abuse.

Song Chenxi stood up and sat beside the Omega, reaching out a hand to stroke her back. However, the jasmine scent emanating from the Omega acted like an aphrodisiac poison, causing Song Chenxi a momentary dizzy spell. She shook her head and blinked hard, barely maintaining her clarity.

The Omega trembled as she repeated her apologies, her voice fluctuating and her breathing unstable. Seeing the Alpha’s hand gradually approaching, she clutched her head, her eyes filled with panic. She choked out, “I was wrong, I won’t do it again!”

Song Chenxi didn’t know how to comfort her; her brow furrowed. What worried her more was how thin the girl was and her poor mental state. The torn collar of the girl’s clothes revealed large patches of skin, with bloody bite marks on her collarbone. Her shoulder blades were as thin as cicada wings, her spine protruded sharply, and her legs were excessively frail.

How had this child survived?

The moment Song Chenxi’s palm touched the girl’s spine, the girl’s apologies grew louder before abruptly stopping.

She had fainted from terror.

This wasn’t the first time Song Chenxi had seen someone collapse. She frowned, supported the falling Omega, and calmly found the original host’s phone. Ignoring dozens of messages and missed calls, she dialed emergency services. Using the residual memories of the original host, she accurately provided her home address.

While waiting for the ambulance, the Omega leaned against Song Chenxi’s shoulder. Even in a coma, her body continued to shiver. The jasmine scent did not dissipate. Song Chenxi struggled against the sweet, painful temptation—sweat beaded on her forehead, her chest heaved, and every cell in her body screamed:

“Possess her.”

“Tear her apart.”

“Make her cry out in that beautiful voice.”

Helpless, she laid the Omega flat on the sofa and stumbled away to find a blanket to cover her. She sat far away, repeatedly pinching the palm of her hand and the webbing of her thumb to stay awake. The skin there was already swollen and red; a few more pinches and it would bleed. Her shirt was soaked with sweat, and her heart pounded wildly.

However, Song Chenxi wasn’t worried about herself. Her entire focus was on the poor Omega on the sofa; she sincerely hoped the girl would be okay.

Those ten minutes were far more grueling than she could have imagined.

Song Chenxi went to the bathroom with a splitting headache and splashed cold water on her face. After a brief moment of calm, she looked in the mirror.

Light brown waves draped over her shoulders like seaweed. Her sharp features were set in a beautiful oval face, with fierce eyebrows adding a touch of sternness. Her long, narrow eyes held amber-colored pupils that looked bright and noble. A black rose was tattooed near the base of her ear. Beneath her grey pencil skirt were torn black stockings. She looked elegant and expensive, yet possessed a wild, aggressive beauty.

It was a completely different style from her usual self.

As she pushed open the bathroom door, the sound of an ambulance echoed outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. She glanced at the Omega, who was still lying still on the sofa, before dragging her leaden legs toward the door.

“President Song, are you alright?”

“President Song, where are you injured?”

Several doctors in protective gear surrounded her.

“No, it’s not me,” Song Chenxi said firmly, pushing away their hands. “The patient is on the sofa. Save her, quickly!”

The medical staff exchanged glances. To them, Song Chenxi looked more like the patient. Her face was deathly pale, her lips parched, and large beads of sweat rolled down into the white bow on her chest.

“Move! What are you staring at?” Song Chenxi’s features twisted with anger, her aura turning heavy and fierce. “I’m fine, save her first!”

On a pristine hospital bed lay the equally pale Omega.

Song Chenxi had been told she was on the last day of her susceptibility period. She had been injected with a powerful suppressant and wore a scent-blocking patch. Only after she was confirmed to be non-aggressive was she allowed into the ward.

Under the soft moonlight, the Omega’s face seemed to glow. Song Chenxi finally got a clear look at her. Her skin was incredibly tender, and her long lashes were damp with moisture as if she were trapped in a nightmare. She possessed a kind of “fragile beauty.”

At that moment, the Omega slowly opened her eyes. They were deep, high-saturation black pupils. In the moonlight, she looked like a soul-stealing snow demon. One look was enough to make one sink deep into her gaze.

Song Chenxi was mesmerized. If this person wanted the stars from the sky, she would risk her life to pluck them.

The Omega blinked and slowly turned to look at Song Chenxi. As if seeing a monster, her whole body jolted. She pushed herself up with difficulty.

“Ma—Master.”

Her voice was clear and ethereal. Combined with her appearance, it was enough to drive someone mad with desire.

Song Chenxi could not accept this title. She gritted her teeth and tried to smile. “You… don’t need to call me that. I am not your master.”

Hearing this, the Omega began to tremble visibly, as if she had heard something terrifying. “You… you are my master. Please, don’t throw me away.”

Song Chenxi wiped her face with one hand, choosing her words carefully so as not to hurt her. “I’m not throwing you away. I’m saying I have a name. You can call me Song Chenxi.”

The Omega lowered her head, her shoulders hunched, too timid to speak.

“By the way,” Song Chenxi added, not daring to get too close. “You have a name too, right?”

The original book hadn’t properly introduced the heroines yet, so Song Chenxi didn’t even know the Omega’s name.

The Omega froze for a second, then nodded hesitantly.

“May I ask what your name is?”

The moment Song Chenxi finished speaking, the Omega looked up in horror, unsure of what new game her “master” was playing. The Alpha’s politeness was terrifying. She was nervous and her eyes darted around like a wounded rabbit.

Song Chenxi waited patiently. After a long silence, the girl whispered nervously: “Ruan Tang.”

Song Chenxi had a faint memory of the name. “Your name is very beautiful.”

Ruan Tang froze, terrified, and buried her head even lower. She curled into a ball; if Song Chenxi didn’t speak, she wouldn’t either. Her small hand began picking at a purple scab on her arm.

Song Chenxi frowned and stepped forward quickly, gently pulling Ruan Tang’s fingers away. “There are bacteria under your nails. You’ll cause a secondary infection.”

Ruan Tang turned pale with fright. She looked up, met Song Chenxi’s eyes, and immediately looked away, trembling and silent.

Song Chenxi’s frown deepened. Ruan Tang rubbed her hands together and bit her lip, looking as though she was afraid of being loathed. It was heart-wrenching.

She clearly feared the original host; her behavior was full of estrangement. There was no love or even “liking” there, yet she begged not to be abandoned. Why? Song Chenxi wondered.

But she didn’t dare push. She had to take it slow.

Suddenly, the phone on the coffee table vibrated incessantly. A contact named “Water Snake” had called seventeen times. Now that she was calm, Song Chenxi decided to answer.

“Sister, where are you? You haven’t died from pleasure, have you?”

The voice was shrill, making Song Chenxi pull the phone away from her ear. She wasn’t familiar with the contact name.

“Yes,” she said politely. “Who is this, please?”

The person on the other end paused. “Huh? I say, Second Miss Song, what game are you playing with me? Open the door already; the brand-new custom dog cage you ordered has arrived.”

At the mention of the dog cage, Song Chenxi understood instantly. This “Water Snake” was the best friend mentioned in the summary—She Min, another infamous Alpha from the rich second-generation circle. She was the one who constantly recommended “new ways to play,” which eventually led to Ruan Tang being played to death.

Song Chenxi’s face suddenly went dark. She said coldly, “Get lost.”