After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, Both the Heroine and I Fell Hard (Transmigration) - Chapter 4

Ruan Tang was diagnosed with both Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and Pheromone Disorder. The doctor prescribed medication and told her to go home and rest properly.

On the way back, she huddled against the car door, her eyes staring blankly out the window. Song Chenxi was deeply worried.

“Ruan Tang?”

Hearing Song Chenxi’s voice, Ruan Tang instantly began to shiver. Her head dipped lower and lower, her face turning paler by the second. Seeing her like this, whatever Song Chenxi had intended to say got stuck in her throat.

The driver pulled up to the entrance. Though Ruan Tang looked like she was in pain, she scrambled out of the car quickly, entered the main house before Song Chenxi, and knelt by the door.

Seeing this, Song Chenxi hurriedly crouched down to help her up. Ruan Tang had already pulled out a pair of slippers, preparing to help Song Chenxi change.

“Ruan Tang, I can change my own shoes!”

Song Chenxi’s voice rose slightly in surprise, causing Ruan Tang’s hands to shake violently.

In the past, if Ruan Tang knelt to change her shoes, the original host would grab her chin and ask if she was “unwilling” to serve. If Ruan Tang shook her head, the host would tell her she didn’t need to do it anymore, then kick her hard.

“No,” Song Chenxi bit her lip, lowering her voice, “I wasn’t being mean. Don’t be afraid.”

Before she could finish, Ruan Tang was already stammering out apologies. Song Chenxi cursed the original host again in her mind, helped Ruan Tang up, and said gently: “You must be tired. Go rest for a while.”

Song Chenxi recalled Pei Fei’s words. She should let her go, but definitely not now. Ruan Tang had PTSD from the abuse, and the pheromone disorder would seriously impact her health. Releasing her now would be abandoning her at her most vulnerable to fend for herself. Song Chenxi couldn’t do it—no decent human could.

She was a doctor; she was going to cure Ruan Tang. Once Ruan Tang regained her health, she could leave with a clear conscience.

Having reached a conclusion, Song Chenxi sighed deeply and entered the house. A moment later, Ruan Tang came running down the stairs, her small face flushed pink as if steamed by heat. Her head was bowed, hair draped forward, revealing a prominent curve at the back of her neck—her gland. It was delicate, round, and full.

“Master, the bathwater has been drawn.”

Pulled back to reality by Ruan Tang’s words, Song Chenxi gave an “um” of acknowledgment. As Ruan Tang turned to leave, her pink slippers hit a patch of water on the floor. She slipped, her body tilting precariously. Beside her were glass railings and marble steps; if she fell, she would be badly hurt.

Song Chenxi moved with lightning reflexes, grabbing Ruan Tang’s wrist and pulling her into her arms.

“Careful,” she said softly.

Ruan Tang froze. “Tha… thank you, Master.”

Song Chenxi entered the mist-filled bathroom, feeling slightly dazed. Ruan Tang approached her holding a change of clothes. “Master, let me serve you while you bathe.”

Song Chenxi blinked rapidly, not quite understanding what “serving” entailed. Her gaze swept over the clothes in Ruan Tang’s hands, and her face instantly turned red.

Leopard-print lace, semi-sheer lingerie… Uh, excuse me?

She glanced down at her own chest. What was the point of wearing that? It was practically nothing.

“Um, can we change this for something else?” Song Chenxi pointed at the lingerie, smiling awkwardly.

Ruan Tang nodded and turned to leave. Song Chenxi quickly stopped her. “I’ll go myself. You take a break.”

The second floor had three rooms: the master bedroom with an en-suite, a study with an en-suite, and a walk-in closet. Looking at the original host’s overwhelming collection of clothes, jewelry, and bags, Song Chenxi felt a headache coming on. None of this was her style!

She picked out the set of underwear that seemed to have the most fabric and returned to the bathroom.

The pink slippers were neatly placed by the tub, where a thin figure was already sitting in the oval bathtub. Uh… did she decide to go first because I was too slow? Song Chenxi thought. That works.

Just as she was about to back out, the water in the tub splashed. Ruan Tang turned, looking fearfully at the person standing in the doorway. “Master, I am ready.”

Song Chenxi looked at Ruan Tang’s damp black hair and her weak, dark eyes. She swallowed hard. The girl looked like a broken porcelain doll.

The first chapter of the book had mentioned that the original host only wanted Ruan Tang for one reason: she was beautiful. Black hair, pale skin, a “pure yet sexy” face combined with a natural coldness—she was the kind of Omega Alphas dreamed of.

Song Chenxi shook her head violently to avoid falling into the trap of desire. She stepped out of the bathroom, smiling kindly. “You go first. I’ll wait for you outside.”

The previously listless Ruan Tang suddenly stood up in the tub. She folded her hands over her chest, water cascading off her body and splashing back into the tub. “No, I must serve you.”

Ruan Tang lowered her eyes, looking as if she were about to cry. She brushed her damp hair back, revealing a figure that looked unhealthily pale under the lights.

So, this was what Ruan Tang meant by “serving.”

Song Chenxi immediately covered her eyes with her palm, muttering “see no evil” twice, and closed the door. “I really don’t need it. You finish up. I’m right outside; call me if you need anything.”

Ruan Tang stood in the tub for a long time. In truth, she hated this, especially during bath time. If she made a “mistake,” she would occasionally be locked in the bathroom. No matter how loud she cried or screamed, no one would save her. Facing an Alpha, her only options were to please, satisfy, and obey.

Past memories rushed in like a flood, swallowing her. Feeling increasingly uneasy, she submerged herself entirely under the water. She didn’t believe the Alpha would be so kind as to let her off the hook.

After showering, Song Chenxi awkwardly put on her pajamas and walked into the bedroom while drying her hair. Man, it had been a long day. She was exhausted.

The bed was huge, the sheets were crisp, and the fabric smelled like sunshine. She was delighted; this house felt more like a luxury hotel than any hotel she had ever stayed in.

Song Chenxi stretched out her arms and flopped onto the bed. She rubbed her face into the pillows, but when she turned her head and opened her eyes, she saw Ruan Tang kneeling on the floor.

Is this some kind of feudal society? Why is she always kneeling?

Ruan Tang was forcing her back straight, eyes downcast, looking extremely submissive.

Song Chenxi blinked, thinking Ruan Tang wanted to say something. She sat up and straightened her collar. “The floor is cold. Come, sit on the bed.”

Ruan Tang didn’t look up. “Master… this isn’t my bed.”

Song Chenxi assumed Ruan Tang was uncomfortable sitting with her, so she followed her lead. “Then you can go back to your own room and get some sleep.”

With that, she got off the bed to help Ruan Tang up. All this “Master” talk and kneeling was more than she could handle.

Ruan Tang stood up obediently, her hands trembling with nerves. She whispered, “I… I’m okay.”

Song Chenxi felt bad for her. “You really don’t have to call me Master,” she gave a dry laugh. “Shall I walk you back to your room?”

At those words, Ruan Tang’s eyes widened in extreme terror. Her trembling hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly as she shook her head incessantly.

Song Chenxi recognized this as a classic PTSD trigger. She immediately let go, backed away two steps, and coaxed her gently, “Ruan Tang, don’t be afraid. I’m just offering to take you to your room. I won’t hurt you. See? I’m standing far away.”

Ruan Tang didn’t dare look up. A moment later, her lips trembled, and tears began to fall.

“Are you… still unwilling to stay in your room tonight?” Ruan Tang asked, her voice thick with tears.

Song Chenxi was confused. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Are you… still going there tonight?”

“Where?”

“To my… my room.”

Song Chenxi was about to ask more when it suddenly hit her. When she first arrived in this world, the original host and Ruan Tang were in the basement doing “unspeakable things.” On the second floor, there was only one bedroom with one pillow. On the first floor, there was nothing but a storage room for the maid.

So… the “room” Ruan Tang was referring to was that basement filled with torture devices.

“Okay, I will go prepare it now.” Ruan Tang’s face fell instantly, her expression one of suicidal despair.

“No! That’s not what I meant,” Song Chenxi denied immediately. “How about… you sleep here?”