After Transmigrating Into a Scummy Alpha, I Have Unlimited Krypton Gold (GL) - Chapter 5

“The innocent little Alpha who just transmigrated has, of her own accord, decided that the female lead of this novel is now her responsibility and future goal. “

Liu Wuyuan looked at her in fear and helplessness, trembling uncontrollably. Her lower lip was covered in bl00d from how hard she’d been biting it. The sight made Xue Cheng’s heart ache. She gently cupped the girl’s chin.

Her voice softened, afraid of further frightening the already terrified beauty.

“Don’t bite anymore, okay? It’s over now. You’re safe.”

She wasn’t sure if releasing her pheromones would help, but she didn’t know what else to do to comfort Liu Wuyuan.

Xue Cheng turned and quietly closed the door. Then she carried Liu Wuyuan to the bed, letting her own scent fill the room to drive away the lingering stench left by Liang Duan.

The light citrus of lime gradually refreshed the heavy air. Only after a long while did the girl in her arms begin to calm down. Perhaps it was all the fear and helplessness, but once she felt a little safer, a quiet anger began to rise within her.

She couldn’t speak—couldn’t question Xue Cheng about why she had left her in such danger. She couldn’t even ask if it was her who invited Liang Duan.

All she could do was push Xue Cheng away, even though every fiber of her body yearned to stay in that warm and comforting embrace.

Because Liu Wuyuan understood—this person in front of her couldn’t be her savior. Not truly.

Her push was weak, but Xue Cheng immediately released her, not resisting at all. She thought the girl had finally calmed down and got up to leave but was surprised when she felt a small tug at her clothes.

Liu Wuyuan, the same one who had pushed her away, was now quietly clutching the hem of her shirt. She turned her face aside, clearly too embarrassed to meet Xue Cheng’s gaze.

She had pushed her away, yes… but now that Xue Cheng was leaving, she was too scared to let go.

Xue Cheng quickly explained, “I bought food for you earlier. I left it outside in panic—I’ll go grab it real quick.”

Her voice was gentle and coaxing, like she was trying to soothe a frightened child.

Liu Wuyuan’s eyelashes trembled. She had never heard the original Xue Cheng speak to her like this. Even back when she was first taken in, the kindness had only lasted a few days before the cruelty took over.

Now, just from this brief moment of gentleness, she found herself questioning whether the woman before her was even the same person she’d known.

Xue Cheng, unaware of the confusion brewing in the girl’s heart, continued trying to strike a deal with her. “I’ll only be a moment, really. I’ll run there and will be right back, alright?”

Liu Wuyuan slowly came back to herself and nodded, silently letting go of Xue Cheng’s clothes. But her mind was racing: Why is she being so kind to me?

Could she be after something?

But she was just an orphan—mute, powerless, with no one to rely on. As far as the world was concerned, Xue Cheng was the only person she had.

If anything, she was the one depending on Xue Cheng just to survive. So what could Xue Cheng possibly want from her?

Her body. That was the only thing she had to offer.

And once Xue Cheng had that—would she still be this gentle?

Judging by how Xue Cheng used to beat and scold her over the smallest things, the answer was obvious.

Xue Cheng had no idea the mute beauty was already building walls and defenses against her in her mind. She quickly fetched the bamboo basket she had left by the door—thankfully, the food inside was still warm.

Calling softly to Liu Wuyuan, she brought the food over and urged her to eat something. Then she grabbed two buns herself and started eating as she spoke angrily, “I need to go check what’s going on. That bastard dared break in while I was gone and tried to lay hands on you—he’s not getting away with it…”

With a mouth full of pork bun, she rambled furiously while Liu Wuyuan quietly slurped her noodles, not saying a word. She figured Xue Cheng was just putting on a show.

Xue Cheng was a natural chatterbox. It didn’t matter if anyone responded—she would keep talking. Her eyes drifted to the shackles on Liu Wuyuan’s ankles. It was pure luck she had returned in time today. Otherwise, in those chains, Liu Wuyuan wouldn’t even have been able to run.

But the trouble was, she hadn’t inherited the original Xue Cheng’s memories—she had no clue where the key was, and asking Liu Wuyuan directly would just make her seem cruel and condescending.

So Xue Cheng could only sigh and stuff the rest of her bun in her mouth before starting to search the room.

The noise drew Liu Wuyuan’s attention. She frowned as she watched Xue Cheng rummage around, turning their already messy room into a disaster zone.

Fortunately, Xue Cheng eventually found a small key tucked between layers of clothes in the wardrobe. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was for.

“Found it~!” she beamed, practically bouncing in place from excitement.

Liu Wuyuan found her odd. You don’t even remember where your own stuff is?
But then again, the original Xue Cheng was scatterbrained—constantly drinking and wasting time in courtesan houses. Forgetting things was normal for him.

Xue Cheng rushed over, dropped to one knee, and was about to unlock the shackles on Liu Wuyuan’s feet—unaware of just how shocking that gesture was for someone like Liu Wuyuan, who had only experienced violence.

“…”

Startled, the mute girl stopped eating and instinctively jerked back. But the chain caught on a chair leg, and she lost her balance, falling backward.

Luckily, Xue Cheng was close enough to catch her in time. She held her steady and quickly asked, “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

Liu Wuyuan looked at her with an unreadable expression. She couldn’t understand this act—Xue Cheng had frightened her, and now she was pretending to care?

She used to hit and curse at her like it was nothing. Now she wanted to play the part of a concerned friend?

Was she trying to manipulate her feelings? Win her trust, only to hurt her even worse?

What kind of grudge did Xue Cheng have against her to go to such lengths to torment her like this?

The more the mute little beauty thought about it, the angrier she got. The angrier she got, the more wronged she felt—and the more wronged she felt, the harder it was to hold back the tears.

Meanwhile, Xue Cheng—who had no idea she was carrying the blame for things she hadn’t even done—was left staring at the teary-eyed girl who had just fallen into her arms. At first, she glared at Xue Cheng in frustration, but soon her eyes reddened, and fat tears began to silently fall from her cheeks.

Panicked, Xue Cheng didn’t know what to do—she couldn’t bring herself to let go, but holding her like this didn’t seem right either.

“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”

She was flustered, words tumbling out in a rush. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry! It’s all my fault. I didn’t protect you well enough. I’m so sorry, please don’t cry~”

In all her twenty years of life, Xue Cheng had never been this close to a little Omega before. She was a clueless, soft-hearted Alpha who had no idea how to handle this kind of situation. And to make things worse, Liu Wuyuan was still in her heat period—her rising emotions triggered Xue Cheng’s pheromones to leak out uncontrollably.

With their bodies so close, Xue Cheng instantly caught a whiff of that sweet, milky scent.

But Liu Wuyuan was sobbing too hard. Letting go now might only make her cry more. So Xue Cheng held back her own restlessness and focused on soothing the crying girl, despite her own instincts flaring up.

Liu Wuyuan cried and cried until her breathing turned ragged. Xue Cheng was panicking inside but never lost her gentle patience, coaxing her in soft murmurs. Liu Wuyuan, still weeping, wondered bitterly—Is she really acting this well on her own?

If Xue Cheng could pretend to be this kind and patient now, then why hadn’t she done so before?

That thought hurt more than anything. If this warmth was just an act, then how tragic was that?

Eventually, Liu Wuyuan cried herself to sleep from exhaustion. Only then did Xue Cheng finally manage to unlock the shackles around her ankles. The bruises left behind made her bl00d boil—those cruel, heavy chains had dug so deep that dark marks and broken skin were clearly visible.

Just looking at them made Xue Cheng furious. If she could drag the original Xue Cheng out of the grave, she’d beat her all over again for treating a defenseless Omega like this.

Sure, she was an Alpha—but she hated those arrogant Alphas who used their strength to bully weaker Omegas.

Unfortunately, the original host had vanished without a trace. Now she was left to carry the burden of that woman’s sins. And judging by how this delicate little mute beauty had passed out crying in her arms, Xue Cheng figured there was a good chance she’d be chopped up and fed to dogs one day.

With a sigh, she filled a basin of water and brought it to the bedside. Dipping a clean cotton cloth into the warm water, she wrung it out and began gently wiping Liu Wuyuan’s tear-streaked face.

The girl, fast asleep, seemed to sense the cool comfort on her swollen eyelids, her tightly furrowed brows relaxing ever so slightly.

Xue Cheng murmured under her breath, “Are you really going to chop me up and feed me to the dogs one day…?”

She just couldn’t picture it. This poor, frightened little thing who had curled into her arms and cried without a sound—how could she become the person described later in the novel?

Still, Xue Cheng believed in karma.

There had to be a reason she ended up in this world. Whatever came next, she couldn’t predict it. But she could try to change it. She didn’t want to be chopped up, and more importantly, she didn’t want Liu Wuyuan to become the bitter, tragic figure she was destined to be in the book.

From what Xue Cheng had read, Liu Wuyuan never found true happiness. Deceived again and again, surrounded by people who only wished her harm.

Xue Cheng wasn’t some saint, but now that she had truly entered this world and met Liu Wuyuan as a real person rather than a name on a page of a book, she couldn’t treat her like a fictional character anymore.

She couldn’t convince herself that the suffering written in those calm, cold lines of text wasn’t real now that she had held the girl as she cried.

“It’ll get better.”

She said it quietly, to herself, but also as a promise to Liu Wuyuan.

It hadn’t even been a full day since she’d transmigrated—there was no way to say she had developed any deep, special feelings for Liu Wuyuan. But she pitied her. She couldn’t bear to see someone so helpless be pushed around by fate.

Sleeping soundly, Liu Wuyuan looked like a newborn child—fragile and lovely. Heaven had already been harsh enough to her. She was blessed with extraordinary beauty but cursed with a voice that couldn’t speak.

A voiceless Omega with no family, no background, and no way out. She must’ve thought she’d found a kind soul when someone took her in—but that person only saw her as a pretty toy. Never even treated her like a person.

Thinking about all that, Xue Cheng didn’t feel so bitter about being thrown into a book world anymore. Honestly, Liu Wuyuan’s life was way more miserable than hers. The girl was like a walking tragedy.

She secretly gave her a nickname while she slept—Little Bitter Melon.

Bitter melon was harsh at first but left a sweet aftertaste.

And that was what Xue Cheng hoped for Liu Wuyuan’s life too. That after all this bitterness, something sweet would come. At the very least, from now on, there would be no more cruelty or abuse from the original Xue Cheng.

No matter where Liu Wuyuan’s path led in the future, Xue Cheng would do her best to protect her. To be good to her.

After just one day in this world, this innocent Alpha had already decided to treat the novel’s female lead as her future responsibility—and her purpose.