After Transmigrating Into a Book, I Was Forced to Play the Role of a Scumbag Alpha (GL) - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Shen Hanzhi saw the girl blushing and stopped teasing her. She gently lifted the hem of the girl’s wedding dress and noticed the girl’s heels were badly scraped. Bl00d stuck to the heels of her high shoes, and some areas still oozed bl00d. No wonder she couldn’t stand steady from the pain. Shen Hanzhi frowned at the sight.

“Why didn’t you say earlier? Your feet are hurt this badly?” Shen Hanzhi’s tone grew sterner. Her reaction came from concern for the girl, making her voice less gentle.

The girl on the sofa stiffened, her shoulders trembling. Tears streamed down her face like an endless spring. Had she upset Sister at their first meeting?

Shen Hanzhi felt stunned. She hadn’t expected the girl to be so sensitive. She only spoke sternly out of worry, and now she’d scared the little rabbit to tears?

At that moment, a cheerful mechanical voice rang in Shen Hanzhi’s mind. “Congratulations, sweetie, you earned one Scum Alpha point. Keep it up tomorrow!” the system said.

The system’s grating metallic voice echoed in Shen Hanzhi’s head, giving her goosebumps on her arms.

Shen Hanzhi hadn’t expected that a well-meaning question, just with a slightly harsh tone, would earn her a Scum Alpha point. She thought for a moment, her lips curving slightly. She seemed to understand how to earn Scum Alpha points, but she’d need to test it again tomorrow.

Her priority now was to comfort the little rabbit. Shen Hanzhi grabbed a tissue, leaned close, and gently wiped Wen Jin’s tears while coaxing softly, “I was wrong. I was too worried about you, so my tone was harsh. Don’t cry, okay?”

The teary-eyed little rabbit saw Shen Hanzhi comforting her. For some reason, she cried even more pitifully, mumbling brokenly, “Sister, wife, don’t be mad. Little Jin knows she was wrong. Wife, don’t abandon me.”

That morning, before leaving, Aunt Liu had told her that if she did something wrong and upset Shen Hanzhi, she should call her “wife.” It might keep Shen Hanzhi from getting angry. The little rabbit obeyed. She’d upset Sister and didn’t know if calling her “wife” would stop her from being mad.

Shen Hanzhi nearly laughed. The tiny girl sat there, cleverly calling her “wife.”

Shen Hanzhi wiped the girl’s tears again and patiently coaxed, “I’m not mad. I feel bad about your foot injury. Sit still, and I’ll help you take off your shoes.”

Wen Jin heard Shen Hanzhi repeat that she wasn’t angry. She sniffled, stopped crying, and sat obediently on the sofa, not daring to move.

Shen Hanzhi pulled a small stool from the coffee table, sat in front of Wen Jin, and gently lifted Wen Jin’s left foot, resting it on the wedding dress covering her knee.

The girl, timid, worried about dirtying the dress and tried to pull her foot back. “Sister, it’ll get dirty,” she said.

Shen Hanzhi smiled at the girl and didn’t let go. “Why not call me wife anymore?” she teased.

The girl fell silent, her ears visibly reddening. Aunt Liu had said “sister” or “brother” could be family or friends, but “wife” was someone she’d sleep with. She felt shy calling it and had only done so to keep Sister from being mad.

Shen Hanzhi saw the girl shrink on the sofa like a quail and stopped teasing. She frowned and carefully unfastened the girl’s sandals. Whoever chose these shoes picked a size too small. They clung tightly to the girl’s feet, and after standing for hours, her feet swelled, making them harder to remove.

Shen Hanzhi tried once and felt the girl’s ankle tremble slightly, clearly in pain from her touch.

Seeing the girl wince, Shen Hanzhi gently set her foot down and walked toward the rest room door.

Guests still lingered in the hall. Shen Hanzhi felt irritated. She beckoned a household servant. “Get the first-aid kit for wounds and bring scissors too. Hurry,” she said.

The servant hesitated, seeming puzzled, but saw Shen Hanzhi’s cold expression and didn’t dare question. “Yes, miss, I’ll get them. Please wait,” she replied quickly.

Shen Hanzhi nodded, closed the door, and returned to the rest room.

Soon, the servant knocked with the first-aid kit. “Miss, I brought the kit,” she said.

Shen Hanzhi opened the door, took the kit, and closed the door again.

Though many in the hall chatted, some focused on Shen Hanzhi’s room and whispered.

“That Wen family third miss is pitiful. She’s been in there barely any time, and Shen Hanzhi already hurt her?” one said.

“Yeah, Wen Jin’s so delicate. She might not last a week before being played to death,” another remarked.

“No surprise there. Rich kids like her play wild in private. Today’s a wedding, but next week might be a funeral,” a third added.

Shen Hanzhi didn’t hear the gossip. She took the first-aid kit and scissors, sat in front of the girl, and lifted her left foot again, resting it on the wedding dress over her knee. She spoke softly, “Hold still. Don’t move. The shoes are too small. Pulling them off might hurt you. I’ll cut the straps.”

The girl nodded dazedly, a strange emotion stirring in her heart.

Shen Hanzhi carefully cut the sandal straps, freeing the girl’s foot, then did the same for the other.

She tossed the shoes aside and examined the girl’s heels. The wounds were raw, with some scabbed areas torn open again. New and old injuries combined looked severe.

Shen Hanzhi took out iodine solution. The wounds, rubbed against leather all day, needed disinfection.

“Little Jin, we need to disinfect your wounds. I’ll apply iodine. Don’t be afraid. It won’t hurt,” Shen Hanzhi explained gently.

“I’m not afraid,” the girl replied in a muffled voice, fearing she’d upset Shen Hanzhi again.

The girl’s small feet rested obediently on Shen Hanzhi’s knees. Since Wen Jin rarely left the attic, even her feet were unusually pale, with delicate skin. When Shen Hanzhi applied the medicine, she lightly held the girl’s calf, leaving faint red marks when she let go.

Luckily, Shen Hanzhi wasn’t the original host and had no perverse tendencies. In her past life, she stayed single, indifferent to romance. She saw the little rabbit as a daughter to care for.

She gently disinfected the girl’s wounds with iodine, placed a layer of yellow gauze, and wrapped them with bandages. Her movements were cautious, and the girl felt no pain.

“All done. Don’t wear those heels. Use these slippers instead,” Shen Hanzhi said, pulling over a pair of slippers for the girl to wear.

As she bent down, she heard a loud gurgle from the girl’s stomach, echoing clearly in the quiet rest room.

The girl’s face turned bright red. She quickly covered her face with both hands, as if that would hide the sound from Shen Hanzhi.

Shen Hanzhi chuckled, amused by the little rabbit. Such an adorable bunny deserved proper feeding.