Scumbag A's Plan to Save the Heroine - Chapter 37

The girl standing before him wore the same bun hairstyle she had as a child, yet Song Rang could no longer find any trace of her former innocence and naivety. Her jet-black hair was simply coiled up with a red leather cord, accentuating her striking features. Song Rang blinked, finally realizing:

Perhaps he shouldn’t use the term “girl” to describe Ruan Ye anymore. Before him stood a beautiful woman in the prime of her youth, a flower bud about to bloom.

Ruan Ye was no longer an undifferentiated little girl, but a mature female Omega.

The man, who had been speaking solemnly with his head held high, froze in place after delivering his promise, as if suddenly entranced by something.

The sudden silence in the air was unsettling.

The girl in her school uniform smiled gently, a genuine smile blooming on her slightly weary face like a plum blossom defying the snow—radiant and dazzling.

Hearing Song Rang’s resolute promise, Ruan Ye nodded. His words had stirred up some of the few precious memories of her youth.

Her smile grew more sincere, and her voice carried a hint of trust as she said, “I know this was an accident. You’ll definitely resolve it. I’ll move out temporarily for a couple of days this week.”

“I also have property in the southern part of the city,” Song Rang said, snapping out of his daze. He urgently reached for his phone, raising his arm to call his agent. But just as he dialed, a pair of scorching hands clamped down on his phone with undeniable force, stopping the call.

The searing heat.

The astonishing strength.

Song Rang was startled. A sudden gust of wind howled through the window, sending goosebumps prickling across his skin. He looked up, puzzled, at the person gripping his phone.

To be honest, if he were to judge solely by this face, he would have been completely captivated.

This Alpha, whose features were even more exquisite than an Omega’s, possessed an intensely potent pheromone and an aura of unfathomable danger.

After the Alpha’s earlier actions, Song Rang was on high alert. His instincts screamed a thousand warnings.

Suppressing his impulsive anger, he forced a polite smile at the unreasonable man before him. The smile was strained as he asked, “What do you mean by this?”

If there were any outsiders present, this act would have undoubtedly earned him sympathy, just as it had countless times on variety shows. But unfortunately, apart from the two locked in this confrontation, the only other person standing in the room was Ruan Ye.

“I don’t mean anything by it,” Zhi Qiu said with a faint smile. Holding her phone in one hand, she ended the call, returned to the contacts screen, glanced over it, and handed the phone back.

She spoke slowly, “To be frank, I don’t approve of Ruan Ye moving in with you. It’s not safe for her. After all, this stalking incident happened because of you, Brother Song. The new house is also in your name, so even if Ruan Ye moves there, there’s no guarantee her fans won’t find out and another premeditated stalking incident won’t occur.”

As she finished speaking, the usually composed girl suddenly turned her head and gently tugged at the corner of the person beside her with her right hand—the one she had just stopped bleeding, still looking gruesome. Her expression was anxious, her voice cautious.

“Ruan Ye, why don’t you move in with me instead? Any district is fine; I have houses everywhere. I’ll hire the Federation’s top security company to ensure your safety. I… I’m just really afraid you’ll get hurt again.”

“I’m afraid you’ll get hurt.”

Ruan Ye froze, looking down at the corner of her shirt being tugged. Time seemed to rewind to the day they first met.

That day, when she had fallen to the ground, she had also clutched at the corner of this person’s clothes.

Careful movements.

Perfectly measured actions.

Neither overbearing nor distant, yet clearly expressing affection.

Had she truly been frightened by Ruan Ye’s sudden emotional outburst that morning?

Seeing the Alpha’s tentative, cautious approach, Ruan Ye felt an inexplicable flutter in her heart. Who wouldn’t want to be cherished and treated with such delicate care?

Ruan Ye smiled wryly, tilted her head to meet the gaze of the girl standing a head taller than her, and softly replied, “Okay.”

The moment the words left her lips, the short-haired, dark-eyed girl’s eyes lit up, instantly dispelling the gloom cast by the earlier incident. Her face brightened as if she had stumbled upon a once-in-a-millennium stroke of good fortune.

The two stood facing each other, grinning foolishly.

Ruan Ye remained completely unaware of how deeply her usually stable emotions were being influenced by the person before her.

But this was only natural; love is always blind. Even with Zhi Qiu’s experience from a second chance at life, she still couldn’t see the suppressed emotions and the wild, surging madness about to erupt from the depths of Ruan Ye’s heart.

Song Rang stood in his own home.

The wooden flooring was imported from abroad, and the interior design, personally commissioned from a graphic designer, reflected his refined taste for vintage aesthetics.

Furniture, design, land.

Everything here belonged to him, yet standing on the floor he had personally chosen, he felt like an outsider who had mistakenly wandered into someone else’s happy home.

Ever since he entered the entertainment industry through the talent show, Song Rang had been the Federation’s center of attention, the most charismatic Alpha in the eyes of his fans. How could he possibly endure such humiliation?

Finally, Song Rang snapped, his pent-up anger erupting in a fit of self-destructive rage.

“Do whatever you want. I’m leaving. I’ll handle the trending topic as soon as possible.”

Ruan Ye frowned slightly, wanting to say something but ultimately holding back. Zhi Qiu, however, raised an eyebrow and reached out to stop the departing man.

Fueled by some unknown fury, Song Rang abruptly flung off her hand, which had barely touched his shoulder, and strode downstairs without looking back.

Perhaps to spare Zhi Qiu further embarrassment, Ruan Ye gently nudged her arm, deliberately ignoring the awkwardness and shifting the conversation to Zhi Qiu’s still-healing wound.

“We didn’t finish applying the medicine earlier. Let’s sit down and reapply it.”

Ruan Ye’s thoughtfulness was something Zhi Qiu had long recognized.

She shook her head, offering a nonchalant smile, and silently accepted the well-intentioned distraction. She obediently crouched down, allowing Ruan Ye to gently dab the colored medicine onto her injured arm.

The years were beautiful, making one wish time could stand still in this moment.

Huainan Community.

A man in a bright yellow dragon robe stood surrounded by a crowd at the entrance. He held a phone to his ear with his left hand, seemingly on a call.

Fans chattered excitedly nearby, some confessing their admiration, others begging for autographs and photos. Song Rang’s expression showed impatience, but he forced a polite smile.

Suddenly, something came through the phone. The man’s fake smile vanished, replaced by a livid expression. His face turned purple with rage, as if he wanted to reach through the screen and kill someone.

Gritting his teeth, Song Rang snarled, “What did you say? Say it again!”