After Transmigrating as the Scumbag Alpha in an Otherworld Novel, I Ended Up with the Villain - Chapter 3
Seeing Huang Yun’s pathetic state as he tumbled to the ground, Su Xinge’s face was full of sincerity. “I didn’t do that on purpose.”
Accustomed to this kind of affectation, Huang Yun waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine.”
The two hurried downstairs and out the door. Before Huang Yun could say another word, Su Xinge charged directly into the rain. Holding an umbrella would be too conspicuous and cumbersome. Huang Yun followed quickly, swallowing his intended comment about bringing an umbrella.
The rule of the establishment was “first come, first served.” Now that Huang Yun had lost someone before Su Xinge had even finished with them, it was a bit of a problem. But it wasn’t exactly a catastrophe either. Usually, when an Awakened snatched someone, no one would dare press charges, but if Su Xinge insisted on pursuing it, Huang Yun had no right to refuse.
The rain grew heavier, drumming against the ground. The misty sky darkened further, veiling the world’s ugliness. Though soaked from head to toe, Su Xinge felt hot—a heat rising from her chest to the top of her head.
They trudged through mud and crossed street after street. There were almost no pedestrians. When they were about fifty meters from the end of a street corner, Huang Yun stopped and pointed quietly to the right. “We’re here. It’s just up ahead.”
Su Xinge looked up. Before her was a detached courtyard villa that looked completely out of place among the surrounding residential buildings. The structures formed a C-shape around the yard: a large two-story building sat in the center, flanked by single-story rooms on either side.
“I can only help you this far. You’ll have to go in and find her yourself.” As he spoke, Huang Yun kept backing away.
Su Xinge grabbed his arm. “In a yard this big, you have to at least tell me exactly where she is.”
Huang Yun looked up and saw the sharpness in her eyes. He stopped hiding things. “The room on the far left is usually for newcomers. The one on the far right is where Rye’s sentries stay. The center is for entertainment. Since Rye only just left, she’s either on the far left or in the middle.”
Huang Yun knew the details of his rivals’ layouts perfectly, though under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t share them so easily. Su Xinge was speechless at the setup, but at least she could rule out the sentry room on the right.
She signaled with her hand. “You can go. She has nothing to do with you anymore.”
Huang Yun was momentarily lost for words. The rules of the establishment were for ordinary people; for the Awakened, they were the rules, unless a major conflict of interest required their backers to intervene.
Once Huang Yun left, Su Xinge began brainwashing herself with the fact that she was powerful. She clenched her fists to pump herself up and strode toward the unknown.
But as she reached the top of the slope and saw the gate, she froze. The yard was enclosed by a waist-high fence, and a large black wolf-dog crouched at the entrance, baring its teeth in a terrifying snarl. Su Xinge had never been bitten by a dog, but she had been terrified of them since childhood—especially massive ones like this. She might be an actress capable of performing the original host’s ruthlessness, but that didn’t mean she was actually used to any of this.
She took two steps back, scanned the area, and circled to the side of the wall. It reached up to her chest. She looked at her slender yet powerful hands. Being an Awakened, scaling a wall shouldn’t be an issue. Awakened abilities varied, but they all shared one trait: physical fitness far superior to normal humans and a high resistance to viral infection.
Su Xinge gripped the top of the wall. The cold, rough texture bit into her palms as she hauled herself up and hopped over to the other side.
The rain was easing up, but she didn’t dare make too much noise. Inside the yard, the door to the right-hand building was ajar. Voices mixed with the rain drifted into her ears.
“That body is a rare masterpiece, her personality is just a bit too fierce.”
“With that type, you have to make them submit voluntarily to get that sense of conquest. Those other guys didn’t know what they were doing.”
“Sigh, I don’t know why the boss always likes to snatch what’s already in someone else’s mouth.”
“What’s there to fear? Who’d dare provoke an Awakened?”
Su Xinge pressed herself against the wall, her facial muscles twitching. She moved toward the building on the far left; her only goal was to get the girl out as fast as possible. She caught a glimpse of the black wolf-dog sitting by the gate; its fur was matted by the rain, making it look even more eerie rather than pathetic.
Su Xinge walked silently but quickly. The rain washed away her scent and muffled her footsteps. She bypassed the middle building; the men’s conversation had already confirmed Lin Yuxuan’s location.
The leftmost room stood isolated in an open space. The door was held by an external latch and lock, but it wasn’t fully clicked shut. The hanging lock meant the door could only be opened from the outside; whoever was inside was trapped. Su Xinge suppressed her nerves, her fingers trembling as she removed the lock.
Creeeeak.
The door was rusty, letting out a harsh noise as it swung open. Light flooded into the pitch-black room. Su Xinge was immediately met with the familiar sweet fragrance—excessively potent now.
But the room was empty.
She stepped out, shut the door, and replaced the lock so it looked undisturbed from the outside. She wanted to walk out the front gate and beat those talking thugs into the dirt, but she couldn’t afford to waste time. Finding the person was the priority.
She climbed back over the fence and began searching frantically nearby. Faintly, she caught the scent. It grew stronger until she opened a door to an uninhabited room.
As her eyes landed on the corner, Su Xinge felt her heart wrench. A strange, new emotion—pity—surged within her.
Lin Yuxuan was curled in the corner. Sensing someone enter, her body flinched, but she remained silent, not even lifting her head. She looked like a lost lamb with no way home and no one to lean on. Su Xinge had seen Lin Yuxuan’s seductive eyes, her smiling tears, and her suppressed madness. She didn’t want to see her like this.
The character from the book was becoming a living person. Su Xinge wanted to approach her with her heart, not just with calculated flattery.
She moved toward Lin Yuxuan softly, afraid of startling her. She pulled the medicine bottle from her pocket; there were only two pills inside. She took one out and carefully held it to Lin Yuxuan’s lips.
Lin Yuxuan kept her lips tightly sealed, every muscle in her face strained.
“Be good. Take the medicine. Don’t be afraid.”
In her haze, Lin Yuxuan heard a gentle voice and unconsciously opened her mouth. But in the next second, she snapped to her senses. Realizing her situation, she bit down violently on the finger reaching toward her.
Lin Yuxuan couldn’t see the intruder’s face clearly, but she knew this wasn’t a safe place. She wouldn’t pass up any chance to hurt an enemy. Biting a finger wouldn’t be enough to make them kill her, but it would satisfy her grudge while she waited for a chance at future revenge.
Su Xinge couldn’t dodge in time. A sharp pain shot through her finger, making her hiss through her teeth. Fortunately, Lin Yuxuan was weak; otherwise, the finger might have been lost.
Ignoring the pain, Su Xinge used her other hand to pry Lin Yuxuan’s mouth open. She withdrew her finger while managing to pop the pill inside. Lin Yuxuan opened her mouth again to spit it out, but Su Xinge quickly held her mouth shut. She had read the instructions on the bottle: the tablet only needed five seconds to dissolve.
“I’m taking you out of here.” Su Xinge wrapped her jacket around Lin Yuxuan and hoisted her onto her back.
The heat radiating from the girl shocked Su Xinge; that kind of temperature shouldn’t exist in this season. She stepped out, closed the door, and tied her jacket sleeves around herself and Lin Yuxuan to ensure she wouldn’t fall during the move.
Following her fragmented memories, Su Xinge strode toward the home that belonged to “herself.” The rain had slowed to a drizzle, and the weather seemed about to clear.
On the way, Lin Yuxuan blearily opened her eyes and realized the environment had changed.
“Don’t be afraid. We’re safe now.” Sensing movement on her back, Su Xinge tightened her grip on the girl’s legs.
Lin Yuxuan heard the familiar voice. Her lips curled into a faint, mocking arc, though her eyes remained cold. She knew Su Xinge was someone who cared deeply about appearances. Everything she had done this morning was likely just to fulfill some hypocritical promise made before leaving.
Su Xinge had arrived much earlier than expected; perhaps this was the “butterfly effect” of her rebirth. Lin Yuxuan chose to endure the pain because it kept her sharp. Only by staying sharp could she turn the tables.
Seeing the person on her back remain silent, Su Xinge grew nervous and quickened her pace. The host’s residence was a fairly sophisticated five-story building. The dilapidated flower beds and mottled walls outside spoke of the world’s decline. The stairwell was pitch black.
On the third floor, Su Xinge pulled out her keys and opened the door. The apartment was very tidy, clearly well-maintained. Su Xinge’s only relief was that the original host shared her love for cleanliness.
She entered the living room, untied her jacket, and carefully laid Lin Yuxuan on the sofa. She placed her hand on Lin Yuxuan’s forehead; the fever hadn’t broken.
“How are you feeling?” Su Xinge asked worriedly.
Lin Yuxuan’s eyes fluttered open. Her cheeks were flushed, and her skin was a mess of sweat and rain. She didn’t dodge the hand reaching for her; the bite mark on Su Xinge’s finger was glaringly obvious.
Thinking the pill Su Xinge fed her was “that” kind of drug, she countered with a question: “Don’t you know exactly how I feel?”
Su Xinge’s expression faltered. Was the medicine a useless fake? She reached back, intending to try the second pill.
But before she could pull her hand away, her finger was taken into a warm mouth, followed by a jolt of tingling numbness.
“I’m sorry!” Su Xinge cried out, yanking her hand back.