After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, Both the Heroine and I Fell Hard (Transmigration) - Chapter 7

The wind outside was howling, its force peeling back a corner of the white gauze curtains. In the moment Song Chenxi and Ruan Tang’s eyes met, the house became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Ruan Tang didn’t understand. In the past year, her Master had never mentioned the issue of a phone; what was happening today? But she didn’t have time to wonder; a second later, fear enveloped her.

Song Chenxi was half a head taller than Ruan Tang. When Ruan Tang bowed her head, Song Chenxi could see the top of it—strands of hair moving slightly as the girl’s body trembled.

“Ruan Tang, look at me.” Song Chenxi took two steps forward and bent down.

Ruan Tang didn’t look up, but she caught sight of Song Chenxi’s impossibly beautiful face. Looking at her Master like this—at such close range and without a specific purpose—was something that hadn’t happened in a long time.

She remembered the first time her parents took her out to dinner, saying they were going to meet a very important person. That person was Song Chenxi. The ideology Ruan Tang had been fed since childhood was: Even the air you breathe is for the purpose of pleasing an Alpha.

That day, the Alpha had stood just like she was today, holding a slim lady’s cigarette, looking at her with a teasing smirk. Her first words to her had been: “If that’s the case, wouldn’t it have been better if you’d been a good girl and agreed to me sooner?”

Ruan Tang only later found out that Song Chenxi had requested that meeting; she was the very Alpha who had frequently sent people to corner her at school, demanding they date. Because of this Alpha, she hadn’t entered a prestigious university; instead, she had entered a living hell.

She looked up uneasily.

Song Chenxi: “Don’t be afraid. I’m not scolding you.”

Ruan Tang knew that within her Master’s brief moments of gentleness lay a colorless, odorless, and lethal poison. Her Master loved role-playing; perhaps this time she was pretending to be someone else.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.

No matter how many times Song Chenxi told her to use her name, Ruan Tang would not do it. She had learned that lesson through blood and tears far too many times. The first time she came to this villa, she had called her “Miss Song,” only for Song Chenxi to backhand her so hard her lip bled. Many times after that, whenever Ruan Tang forgot to say “Master,” she would be slapped until her cheeks were swollen and she couldn’t speak.

Song Chenxi suddenly realized that since Ruan Tang had PTSD and Pheromone Disorder, having a stranger in the house was a major potential danger to her. Furthermore, she didn’t know how to use a phone; if something really happened, she wouldn’t even be able to call the police.

Thus, feeling both apologetic and guilty, she said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think this through. I’ll go to work now. You rest well at home. We’ll talk about everything else when I get back, okay?”

Ruan Tang’s heart sank, and a chill ran down her spine. This version of her Master was too unfamiliar. In a daze, she slowly nodded.

“President Song.” The newcomer was the Beta driver, Zhao Heng—an honest man of few words.

“Ruan Tang,” Song Chenxi smiled at her. The sunlight streaming through the window fell on her face, making her look radiant. “I’m leaving now.”

Ruan Tang was about to run to the door to help her change shoes, but the Alpha waved her hand, indicating it wasn’t necessary.

Walking out of the courtyard, she was met with the sight of a blindingly bright car. The exterior had been modified; the entire body was wrapped in diamond-silver film, the rims were sprayed fluorescent green, and the brake calipers were “Death Barbie Pink.”

Is this a… Rolls-Royce?

Song Chenxi: “…”

The car was a good car, sure. But this color scheme was… ghoulish. Was she afraid of not being high-profile enough? For a moment, Song Chenxi would have preferred to walk rather than sit in that car. The original host’s aesthetic was a total nightmare.

Twenty minutes later, the gaudy Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a highly architectural building. Standing outside the massive circular electric doors were two women with decent figures, both wearing professional black-and-white outfits. Seeing the car, they immediately stood in respectful wait.

Song Chenxi got out of the car herself, which surprised Zhao Heng. Then, the two women in professional attire surrounded her. One held a tablet, the other a drink. Their red-lipped smiles were so wide they almost reached their ears—the forced “eight-tooth smile” looked terrifying.

“President Song, here is your passion fruit lemon sparkling water. Per your request, it has exactly six ice cubes—no more, no less. It’s made with Fiji water. Would you like a taste?” The one with shoulder-length hair was Xiao Zhou, who handled lifestyle matters.

“President Song, here is the photo of the MZ Magazine Editor-in-Chief. A 26-year-old graduate student, a high-quality Omega. Her measurements are 84-62-86…” This was the short-haired Xiao Liu, who handled company affairs.

“Wait, wait, wait…” Song Chenxi stopped and stepped back to distance herself. How were they getting more and more ridiculous? Did she really need to know someone’s measurements to talk about work?

Song Chenxi looked at the bubbling glass, then at the two women whose smiles were becoming increasingly stiff and creepy. She sighed.

“I have a germaphobia; I don’t just drink anything outside.” Her gaze turned sharp. “Also, in the future, you don’t need to smile like that when you see me.”

I’m easily spooked; I can’t take the fright.

The two women looked at each other in bewilderment. Song Chenxi checked her watch, Ruan Tang’s clean yet timid face appearing in her mind. “It’s almost eight. Let’s get to business. I want to go home early once we’re done.”

Go home? Early?

The bewildered employees: “??”

In the afternoon, Song Chenxi returned home ahead of schedule. As soon as she entered the yard, she saw Ruan Tang from a distance, crouched by the flower bed in a small ball. Her expression was gentle, and a ghost of a smile touched the corners of her mouth. A breeze brushed her cheeks, blowing stray hairs by her ears, and the evening glow of the sunset fell on her shoulders. It was peaceful and beautiful.

Song Chenxi, who had been irritated by the unfamiliar people and tasks of the day, felt a deep sense of serenity.

“Ruan Tang,” she called.

Upon hearing her voice, the Omega’s shoulders flinched in fear, and she stood up abruptly. She accidentally kicked something aside as she jogged over to greet her.

“Master,” she looked at the ground, her voice low and slow. “You… why are you back?”

Song Chenxi paused. The original host had an extremely colorful social life with an endless stream of parties. She rarely came home for dinner. Usually, she ate out and came back to “eat” Ruan Tang.

Song Chenxi smiled, trying to remember what the host would say or do at this time. Unfortunately, all that surfaced were those unspeakable, smutty scenes.

“No, no, Master, I didn’t mean… it’s just, I haven’t prepared dinner yet.” Ruan Tang raised her voice and looked up suddenly, her eyes reflecting the beautiful setting sun.

Song Chenxi’s heart skipped a beat. She stood there quietly looking at the pure, clean girl with her flowing black hair. It felt like eating a piece of very sweet candy, or hearing the sound of flowers blooming. It was sweet and wonderful.

“You… haven’t prepared dinner?” Song Chenxi’s ears felt hot. She pinched her earlobe and mechanically repeated the words.

Ruan Tang, seeing her raise her hand, closed her eyes in fear. When the expected slap didn’t fall, she confusedly opened one eye. Song Chenxi was standing there smiling like an idiot.

“Master?” Ruan Tang clasped her hands in front of her and called out softly again. “Master?”

Ruan Tang’s voice was lovely, like a light feather brushing against her heart, making her feel tingly and her throat itch. She looked at her Omega and replied in a lowered voice, “What is it?”

Ruan Tang’s eyes were large and misty. “Will you be eating at home? Should I go buy groceries now?” she asked carefully.

Song Chenxi remembered that the original host was picky; everything had to be fresh, and she never ate leftovers. Therefore, she didn’t allow Ruan Tang to buy too much at once, insisting the fridge stay empty and tidy. Does anyone really live like this? Song Chenxi complained inwardly.

Since she was already home, she didn’t want to go out again. Ignoring the dinner invites on her phone, she nodded to Ruan Tang. Ruan Tang immediately turned to go get money.

Watching Ruan Tang’s thin back, Song Chenxi became lost in thought. If she ate at home, Ruan Tang would go buy groceries. But if she didn’t eat at home, what did Ruan Tang eat?

“Wait!”

Song Chenxi took a few quick steps and caught up, grabbing Ruan Tang’s wrist to stop her. Ruan Tang turned, her eyes wide with terror, her wrist trembling in the Alpha’s grip. She balled her other hand into a fist against her chest, thinking she had done something wrong again.

Song Chenxi realized her actions were scaring the girl and immediately let go, putting her hands behind her back. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

Ruan Tang lowered her eyes and head again, her long black hair hiding half of her face. After a moment, seeing that the girl had calmed down slightly, Song Chenxi spoke.

“It’s late. No need to go out and buy anything. Let’s just eat whatever is in the house.” She added, “I’ll eat whatever you eat.”

Ruan Tang slowly tilted her chin up, her eyes darting around, not daring to make eye contact. Master was always so picky about food; what happened to her today?