After Transmigrating as an Alpha, the Omega Wife Insists on Cuddling - Chapter 4

The person ran out barefoot toward Song Zhuqiu, leaving footprints of varying depths on the blue bricks.

“Sister!!!” Song Liudong shouted, her eyes sparkling as she threw herself into Song Zhuqiu’s arms and hugged her tightly.

“You’re back! Did you have fun? Did you go to school? Why didn’t you come home last night?

I don’t have classes today. The teacher said we should discuss subject selection with our families.

Sister, you should join us too! Mom and Dad are both here.”

Song Liudong was extremely excited. Like a koala, she clung tightly to Song Zhuqiu, chattering non-stop without giving her any chance to speak.

Song Zhuqiu attended Jing University in the center of Jingdu City, while the Song family villa was located in the northern suburbs.

Normally, it took over an hour by car to get home, but Jingdu’s traffic was notoriously bad. It often took two to three hours due to congestion.

Although the Song family owned private helicopters for quick commuting, house rules forbade Song Zhuqiu from using one to go to and from school — this was to cultivate her social skills and independence.

Besides the Song family, most prestigious families in Jingdu also chose to have their children board at school, especially those who could get into Jing University.

Jing University’s student body was divided into two main groups: one consisted of students from prestigious families who were admitted through family sponsorship; the other were those who got in through pure academic merit.

At Jing University, if heirs from prestigious families could befriend promising talents in various industries, their families would recruit these young elites early and train them within their own companies. These talents often developed extremely high loyalty.

This was why Jing University had become the dream school for students across the country.

The college entrance exam was only the first step. After passing the written test, candidates still had to go through three to five rounds of rigorous interviews before receiving an admission letter.

Jing University consistently ranked among the top universities globally. Due to the scarcity of international spots, many foreign students even chose to obtain Chinese citizenship just to enroll.

Most senior executives in the Song Group’s subsidiaries were elite graduates directly recruited from Jing University.

These graduates started from the bottom, accumulated experience, and improved their abilities within the group. It usually took ten to twenty years to reach the top.

Some recruited talents, if unwilling to endure workplace pressure, sometimes chose to work as servants or butlers in the Song residence instead. Even service staff in the Song family enjoyed excellent treatment, with high salaries and generous benefits.

A uniformed servant quickly stepped forward and took the car keys from Song Zhuqiu’s hand.

Song Zhuqiu remembered this servant had been recruited into headquarters last year but said he didn’t want to deal with the rat race anymore. Song Zhuqiu’s parents then arranged for him to work at the family residence doing relatively easy gate duty.

Song Zhuqiu entered the house with the Song·Koala·Liudong still hanging on her.

As soon as they walked in, they saw a well-maintained middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, carefully reading documents and speaking softly with an elegant noblewoman beside him.

Noticing someone entering, Song Zhuqiu’s parents saw the two sisters, with the younger one still chattering away.

The moment Song’s mother saw Song Zhuqiu, she happily called out, “Qiūqiū, come here and help your sister choose.”

Song Liudong continued chattering excitedly as she flopped onto the single sofa beside her mother.

“No proper sitting posture at all,” Song’s mother lightly scolded her, though her mouth curved with indulgent affection. “And you too — not giving your sister any chance to speak, that little mouth of yours just keeps going.” She smiled at the helpless Song Zhuqiu.

On the way home, Song Zhuqiu had been immersed in sorting through memories of the Song family. She could feel that Song Zhuqiu’s parents treated her extremely well — a level of care she had never experienced before. The original owner had been very fortunate.

Song Zhuqiu looked at the “3+1+2” on the brochure cover and sighed inwardly. The trajectory of this world was so similar — not only the familiar songs, but even the high school subject selection system. For a moment, she felt a sense of melancholy.

“What subjects does my sister want to choose?” Song Zhuqiu asked, looking at Song Liudong.

“Physics, Chemistry, Biology,” Song Liudong answered confidently.

A proper science student.

The original owner’s younger sister had excellent grades and consistently ranked first in her grade by a wide margin.

Song’s father looked at the two sisters and said gently, “Since Dongdong already has a plan, that’s good. We just received your report card — you scored more than forty points higher than second place again.”

It sounded quite boastful. Song Zhuqiu scratched her head and chuckled softly.

The original owner wasn’t just a poor student — she was also the school tyrant. Everyone in the family knew it.

Fortunately, with their strong family background, the original owner still managed to graduate from Jing University.

A flash of admiration appeared in Song Zhuqiu’s eyes. She smiled at Song Liudong and said, “My sister is amazing!”

Song Liudong stared at her sister’s smile in a daze.

Silly little sister. Song Zhuqiu reached out and patted her head.

Song’s mother shook her head lightly and scolded Song Zhuqiu with mock annoyance, “It’s all because you spent every day in high school chasing after the Lü family’s girl. Otherwise, you would’ve at least been in the top ten of your grade.”

Song Zhuqiu didn’t know much about the original owner’s history with her white moonlight, so she cautiously avoided replying carelessly.

She silently planned in her heart to gradually change other people’s established impressions of Song Zhuqiu.

The original owner had chased the other party for many years. Now that they had both graduated from university and were daughters of prestigious families, outsiders were speculating that Song Zhuqiu and the second miss of the Lü family would soon get engaged.

After thinking for a moment, Song Zhuqiu carefully said, “I don’t like her anymore.”

She secretly observed the expressions of the three people.

Song’s father and mother quickly exchanged a glance, surprise flashing in their eyes.

“Sister!!! That’s wonderful! Congratulations on escaping Second Miss Lü!” Song Liudong’s eyes sparkled, looking even happier than when she first saw her sister — as if Second Miss Lü was some kind of monster that would eat her sister.

Song’s mother seemed to be considering her words carefully. She asked tentatively, “Then what about your childhood betrothal? Do you think you could try developing something with her?”

In the Song family’s impression, Song Zhuqiu and this childhood betrothal had zero interaction.

When Song Zhuqiu was still young, her parents had mentioned there was a girl named Shen Huailu, and that the two of them would get married in the future.

Noticing that Song Zhuqiu didn’t seem to show obvious resistance, Song’s father gently explained:

“This marriage arrangement was your grandparents’ wish. Back then, it was common to set up childhood betrothals when children were one month old.

If you don’t mind it, you can try spending more time with Miss Shen. Your mother has met her several times at banquets and says she’s gentle and lovely — very suitable for you.”

Song Zhuqiu was stunned. She realized her parents placed great importance on this engagement.

Shen Huailu had suggested marriage that morning and she hadn’t agreed yet, but her parents were already eagerly pushing it forward.

Since she had taken this body, she would accept this favor.

Song Zhuqiu adjusted her mindset, looked at her parents, and tentatively asked, “That’s fine. Shall we give it a try?”

Song’s mother instantly beamed with joy, like a peony blooming in spring.

“I’ll call the Shen family later to arrange a meeting time,” Song’s mother said, full of anticipation.

In the evening, as the sunlight gradually softened, light streamed through the glass windows of the Shen family mansion, shining on the smooth porcelain surfaces.

“Friday works~… Then it’s settled.” Shen’s mother hung up the phone with a satisfied smile.

During dinner, Shen’s mother casually mentioned the matter to Shen Huailu.

Until now, Shen Huailu had no idea she had a childhood betrothal.

The Song family was the undisputed ceiling of prestigious families in the capital. Only a handful of political families could compete with them.

Back then, Song Zhuqiu’s grandfather and Shen Huailu’s grandfather had been close comrades who fought together on the battlefield.

Song’s mother and Shen’s mother had lived together in the military dependents’ compound for quite some time. They knew each other’s backgrounds well, and the children had grown up under their watch. As the saying goes, a person’s character at three years old foretells their future.

Later, Shen’s grandfather was assigned to the Lingnan military region. The Shen family moved south with him and only returned to Jingdu when Shen Huailu was in middle school.

In a way, Song Zhuqiu and Shen Huailu had known each other since childhood, but they were too young at the time, so their memories of that period were already blurry.

Fearing his granddaughter might not find such a good match when she grew up, Song’s grandfather arranged the engagement. Both families agreed not to publicize it.

The Shen parents were also afraid others would say they were climbing up the social ladder, so they never mentioned it either. Over time, they forgot to tell their daughter.

They had originally been worried about their daughter’s marriage prospects. Now, everything had fallen into place.

A child from the Song family was a treasure others could only dream of. They had heard she had chased the second miss of the Lü family for many years, and people were already saying the two were about to get engaged. Why had she suddenly given up?

It seemed her daughter was truly blessed. Shen’s mother thought happily as she placed a shrimp into Shen Huailu’s bowl.

“You should try this. I’ve already arranged it with the Song family. Friday at noon, 12 o’clock, at Bixi Pavilion.

You should know Song Zhuqiu. Song’s aunt called today and said her daughter is interested.”

Shen Huailu: “……” They really moved fast.

She thought Song Zhuqiu had directly gone to her family to make things official. Alphas really were straightforward.

Shen’s father noticed his daughter was distracted and hadn’t responded to her mother. He gently called her name to break the silence.

Shen Huailu replied softly, “I understand.”

At noon on Friday, sunlight shone on the blue stone courtyard entrance of Bixi Pavilion. Amidst the blooming flowers, the restaurant owner was already waiting under the vine-covered arch for Song Zhuqiu’s arrival.

As soon as Song Zhuqiu arrived, the owner quickly stepped forward, bowed with a smile, and said, “Young Miss, Madam has made all the arrangements.”

Remembering her mother’s instructions, Song Zhuqiu waited somewhat nervously at the courtyard entrance for Shen Huailu.

The courtyard was scenic and elegant. An ancient stone bridge spanned a clear stream, leading from the entrance to the private inner room. The sound of flowing water was especially clear in the quiet surroundings, and the water’s surface was mirror-like, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

Bixi Pavilion was a carefully maintained Song family property used to entertain important guests. It featured authentic cuisines from all over the country, including various ethnic minority dishes, each prepared by master chefs specializing in that cuisine.

This particular courtyard was dedicated to authentic Lingnan cuisine.

Shen’s mother had told Song’s mother that Shen Huailu had lived in Lingnan as a child and loved Lingnan food. The Shen family also had a dedicated Lingnan chef.

Therefore, today’s meal was Lingnan cuisine.

Soon, a sleek black Rolls-Royce Cullinan stopped in front of her.

The car door opened gently, and Shen Huailu stepped out, every movement graceful and poised.

Shen Huailu wore a soft, misty blue camisole dress. The hem swayed lightly, revealing perfect knee lines.

She had light makeup on, just as stunning as when they first met at the amusement park a few days ago.

Shen Huailu seemed particularly fond of camisole styles. Her exposed narrow shoulders were straight and elegant.

Song Zhuqiu thought they were very suitable for carrying heavy loads — they could stay fixed in place without slipping.

Song Zhuqiu secretly smiled to herself, then quickly composed her expression and extended her hand toward Shen Huailu.

Shen Huailu handed her handbag to Song Zhuqiu and softly said thank you.

The owner led them inside. After reaching the private room, he respectfully stopped, made a “please” gesture, and after they entered, smiled and said, “Enjoy your meal.” Then he turned and left.

The two went in one after another. Song Zhuqiu gently closed the door and placed Shen Huailu’s handbag on the wooden cabinet by the entrance.

The interior space was not large — about 100 square meters — and served as a living room.

A small round wooden table was placed in the center, with decorations blending classical and modern styles. A long sofa sat next to the bedroom door, and various paintings hung on the walls — some traditional Chinese paintings, others modern abstract art. Surprisingly, they created a harmonious visual effect.

The table was already elegantly set with delicious dishes. Song Zhuqiu touched the plates and felt the warmth — they had clearly just been prepared. The waitstaff must have entered through the back door.

Song Zhuqiu really had no romantic cells. If her mother hadn’t reminded her, she wouldn’t have known to take the bag. Fortunately, the original owner was just as clueless.

Song Zhuqiu pulled out a wooden chair. Shen Huailu smiled gracefully and sat down naturally.

“Miss… Shen.” Song Zhuqiu didn’t know how to address her.

Shen Huailu’s gaze rested on Song Zhuqiu, waiting for her to speak.

Seeing that Shen Huailu remained silent, Song Zhuqiu thought for a moment and asked with concern, “Is there anything on the table that you can’t eat?”

Hearing this, Shen Huailu couldn’t help but chuckle. “If there were anything I couldn’t eat, the owner of the Song family’s private restaurant would probably be replaced.” Her tone was relaxed and casual.

Shen Huailu’s makeup today was slightly different from the day at the amusement park — it made her look more mature.

Even when her eyes weren’t smiling, the corners looked like they were. When she smiled, she looked even more enchanting than Daji, who seduced King Zhou — more captivating than that night.

Song Zhuqiu’s heart trembled.

Terrifying. That was her first reaction.

There were two pairs of wooden chopsticks and a porcelain spoon on the table.

Song Zhuqiu used the outer pair of chopsticks to pick up a piece of roasted goose and put it in Shen Huailu’s bowl.

“My mom said the roasted goose here is made from locally raised geese. The skin is crispy and the meat is tender — crunchy on the outside and juicy inside. Try it.”

Shen Huailu picked up the inner pair of chopsticks, elegantly lifted the goose, brought it to her red lips, and took a small bite.

She approved, the corners of her eyes lifting slightly as she nodded.

Song Zhuqiu waited patiently for Shen Huailu to finish, then used the spoon to scoop a small piece of fish for her.

“My mom said the fish here is very sweet and fresh. It’s steamed Lingnan-style, preserving the fish’s natural freshness and sweetness. Try it.”

Shen Huailu ate it as instructed. The light, fragrant taste of the fish lingered in her mouth.

Indeed, Shen Huailu raised her eyebrows lightly.

Seeing Shen Huailu finish, Song Zhuqiu served her a spoonful of tofu.

“My mom said the tofu here is smooth and delicate. The sauce fully penetrates it. Try it.”

Shen Huailu’s expression paused for a moment. She picked up the spoon Song Zhuqiu had used, took a bite of the tofu, and finally couldn’t hold back — a laugh escaped her.

“Miss Song, why aren’t you eating?”

Song Zhuqiu: “……”

Oh no. Song’s mother had told her to serve the other party food but forgot to remind her to eat as well.