Scumbag A's Plan to Save the Heroine - Chapter 29

A gust of cold wind swept through, causing Qi Chenchen to shiver and huddle closer to her companions. She whispered, “This place is so creepy! Let’s hurry up and leave!”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go! Chenchen, you stay in the middle and take it slow. I’m brave, so I’ll lead the way with the flashlight and watch out for any potholes or rough spots.”

As the trio’s footsteps faded into the distance, the girl who had been hiding in the shadows suddenly emerged from her hiding place. Summoning all her strength, she hurled a pebble at a wildly overgrown tree beside the eerie path, then sprinted away.

The rustling leaves sounded like ghosts in hell singing a haunting melody with Death’s scythe, drowning out the sound of her running.

“Aaaaaah!”

The boy who had just been bragging about his courage collapsed onto the ground in terror, dropping the flashlight onto the rocky path.

The flashlight’s beam shifted, its white-hot light now illuminating the trio’s backs.

In the darkness, Qi Chenchen crawled toward the light source, groping for the flashlight. Suddenly, her hand closed around something.

A pair of clammy, ice-cold hands.

She swallowed hard, as if she had touched a monster. In a daze, she recoiled, screaming, “A ghost!”

A pair of cold, clammy hands snatched the flashlight first, plunging the dark alley into complete darkness.

Hearing the scream, the boy wielding the stick flailed wildly in the dark, his voice trembling with bravado: “I warn you! Don’t come any closer! We have a stick! Get lost!”

The flashlight suddenly flickered on, set to strobe mode. Everyone’s bodies and gazes involuntarily followed the only source of light, yet they couldn’t make out any figures.

In the darkness, a pair of clammy hands clamped down on the neck of the boy holding the steel stick from behind.

Clang. The steel stick clattered to the ground, accompanied by screams and sobs that mingled together, as if the dimly lit alley had become a slaughterhouse, and they were the animals awaiting slaughter.

The air reeked of urine, betraying someone’s terror. Ruan Ye bent down to switch off the flashlight’s strobe mode, carefully picked up the steel stick, and swung two muffled blows toward the source of the noise.

The crying and screaming abruptly ceased.

Her movements were precise, swift, and decisive, showing no hesitation—as if she had done this countless times before.

The girl holding the steel stick frowned, pinched her nose in disgust, set the stick down, and prepared to retrieve a mask from her backpack.

After putting on her mask, she prepared to retrace her steps, first finding a quiet, well-lit place to piece together what had happened.

Suddenly, a distant female voice trembled as it called out, “Who are you?”

One of them had fallen behind.

Ruan Ye frowned, tightening her grip on the steel rod. She had a flashlight, but she hesitated to turn it on to pinpoint the speaker’s location, unwilling to reveal her identity.

“Are you…?” The girl, her voice shaking with fear, seemed to have realized something. She cautiously approached, then declared with certainty, “I’m Qi Chenchen, the president of Song Rang’s fan club. We’ve probably met before. Are you Ruan Ye?!”

In the empty alleyway, only the echo of her voice lingered.

In the darkness, the girl clutching the steel rod remained expressionless, not uttering a single word. She ignored the other girl’s attempts to strike up a conversation, relying on her keen hearing to gauge the direction from the footsteps.

When the female voice tried again to engage her, she swung the rod with steady, brutal force in the direction she had just determined.

The alleyway fell silent once more, as still as death. Only when Ruan Ye could hear nothing but her own breathing and that of the other three people did she finally switch on her flashlight to identify them.

The flashlight had just been smashed against a rock, but fortunately only the casing was broken; the internal circuitry remained intact. The harsh white light swept mercilessly across each person’s face, but Ruan Ye quickly lost interest after only a few seconds.

Of the three, she recognized only one: the girl who had tried to pry for her identity earlier. Though she couldn’t recall the girl’s name, she remembered seeing her often around Song Rang, leaving a vague impression.

Ruan Ye frowned, recalling their earlier conversation. She tentatively opened her phone and searched the Federation’s StarNet.

The moment she saw the trending topic, her tightly furrowed brow relaxed.

Known dangers were often easier to avoid than the unknown.

So, something has happened.

In the dimness, the girl paused mid-turn. The faint glow of her phone illuminated her slightly pale face. Ruan Ye pressed a hand against her frantically pounding heart and couldn’t resist checking her call history for missed calls.

Seeing the empty call log, Ruan Ye curled her lips into a self-mocking smile.

She must be crazy.

At a time like this, her first thought had been whether Zhi Qiu would see the trending topic and come looking for her, or at least call to check on her.

Disappointment mingled with a strange surge of anger. Ruan Ye’s face hardened as she coldly stripped the three of everything they carried.

A flashlight, an iron rod, chocolate, and a bottle of foundation…

Intense resentment, as alluring as a siren’s song, clouded her judgment, and the long-suppressed desire for revenge quietly began to sprout.

Ruan Ye didn’t turn back to find another place to stay for the night, nor did she contact Song Rang to demand an explanation for everything. She didn’t even reach out to Zhi Qiu, her only… friend at school.

Because of a misunderstanding, I can’t even go home. Why should I be the only one to compromise and let myself be treated like prey?

Ruan Ye roughly stuffed all the items she had found into her backpack, clipped the flashlight to her waist, and gripped the iron rod tightly in her hand.

On the narrow path, the girl’s face was obscured by the heavy backpack, but her steps were resolute as she continued toward Apartment No. 6, now only half a kilometer away.

In the hallway of Apartment No. 6, a dozen people huddled in a secluded corner, each armed with some form of self-defense weapon, waiting like hunters lying in ambush for their prey to arrive.

Perhaps because their target was an Omega, none of them carried lethal weapons. The heaviest item was a wooden club; most held Federation-issued pepper spray, wolf repellent, or wolf repellent plus.

After a long wait, someone finally complained, “Seriously, we’ve been waiting forever! Why hasn’t this stalker gone home yet? Did we check the wrong place or get the time wrong?”

The leader was an Omega. Typically, after Omegas differentiated, their limbs would become slender and graceful. But she seemed to be a genetic anomaly—not only was she petite, but her limbs were unusually sturdy. The only memorable thing about her was the pair of dimples, one deep and one shallow, at the corners of her mouth.

Knowing morale couldn’t falter, she scrambled to her feet and rallied the group, “I have inside information—there’s absolutely no mistake. This time, we must protect Let Let and ensure his personal safety isn’t threatened by this stalker!”

Someone chimed in, “Dimple-jie is right! For Let Let’s safety, any amount of waiting and hardship is worth it. We absolutely can’t give up now and encourage this stalking behavior. Let’s wait a little longer!”

Click.

The door to Apartment No. 6 was pushed open.

The eleven people hiding in the corner immediately held their breath. Someone cautiously peeked out, scanning the newcomer through the crack, trying to discern their identity.

A girl entered. Her height was obscured by the darkness, but upon closer inspection, her faint profile became visible.

A straight, high nose, a sharp jawline, and a slender figure—as a longtime fan of Song Rang, the fire of anger burned in Dimple’s eyes.

She knew it all along: this woman who had been clinging to Brother Song Rang’s side was up to no good.

No sooner had Brother Song Rang moved into his new apartment than she had rushed to move in as well. Fortunately, he had seen through her scheme long ago.

With this thought, Dimple suddenly flashed a sinister smile. She waved her hand dramatically and shouted, “Sisters, let’s move out!”