The Scummy Alpha Isn’t Actually Scummy [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6: Love Reality Show

Chapter 6: Love Reality Show

They bought meat, some vegetables, snacks, fruits, and other things, and also carried two cases of drinks.

There were many people in the mansion, so they purchased everything in large quantities.

After paying and looking at so many items, which were hard to carry back, Zhou Cong remembered that Xi Mengyun’s car was parked downstairs. They had seen it earlier when they came out, and the red supercar was extremely eye-catching.

“Ah!” Jiang Yue exclaimed softly, “Using a supercar to carry groceries? Will Xi Mengyun agree to that?”

Zhou Cong showed a cool expression on her face, “Alright, I’ll go ask to borrow her car. You guys wait here.” After speaking, she put her hands in her pockets and walked off.

Jiang Yue quietly asked Rong Chu, “Will this work?”

Rong Chu smiled at her, “Zhou Cong is Xi Mengyun’s roommate. If she says it’s fine, it should be fine, right?” She added reassuringly, “If it doesn’t work, we’ll think of another way.”

The two stood by the roadside, with a pile of items at their feet, and Jiang Yue craned her neck to look ahead.

The sun gradually came out, and it was already very hot.

Jiang Yue fanned herself with her hand and said, “I thought it wouldn’t be too hot by the seaside, but it seems it’s still very hot.”

“It’ll be cooler at night,” Rong Chu said, stepping aside to give Jiang Yue more shade.

Jiang Yue secretly glanced at her a few times. Rong Chu was dressed very casually today, with her medium-length hair tied into a small bun at the back, the rest of her hair loosely scattered. She wore a blue short-sleeved shirt with cargo pants and sneakers on her feet. Jiang Yue probed, “Don’t you have to work today?”

Rong Chu looked at the distant blue coastline, thinking she should take a walk there after finishing her work tonight. The soft sand would probably feel comfortable under bare feet. She answered Jiang Yue’s question while thinking.

“I’m a freelancer.”

A freelancer? Jiang Yue mentally estimated, then noticed Rong Chu wasn’t wearing branded clothes, feeling a bit disappointed.

She scolded herself inwardly, “Jiang Yue, don’t dream! Have you forgotten why you joined the Love Reality Show?”

The two fell silent, one looking at the sky, the other at the ground, until the roaring sound of an engine broke the quiet. Zhou Cong drove Xi Mengyun’s red supercar to pick them up, with Xi Mengyun, her pink hair in a mess, sitting in the passenger seat.

Xi Mengyun, with a displeased face, watched them load things into the trunk and asked Zhou Cong, “This is the very, very important thing you mentioned?”

Zhou Cong directly pulled her out of the seat, “Hmm, very important.”

Xi Mengyun’s chest heaved a couple of times. She rubbed her forehead, looking at Zhou Cong. The letter tattoos on her forearm and fingers swayed, making her look unapproachable. The atmosphere was tense, and Jiang Yue thought she might get angry. Unexpectedly, the young lady miraculously calmed herself down.

“Damn! I really owe you.”

The supercar only had two seats, the driver’s and the passenger’s.

But they had bought so many things that the shallow trunk couldn’t hold them all. Zhou Cong directly placed the two cases of drinks in the passenger seat.

Xi Mengyun laughed in anger, “Then where do I sit?”

Zhou Cong pointed at the driver’s seat and said, “You drive back.”

Xi Mengyun was so angry she was speechless.

“Oh? Pretty good at giving orders, huh?” she said sarcastically.

Zhou Cong didn’t respond, coolly saying, “I can drive back too.”

Xi Mengyun glared at Zhou Cong. If she didn’t know she couldn’t beat her, she really wanted to fight her. Since she couldn’t find the keys, she ended up being dragged into the car. She was still in pajamas and slippers, which was why Jiang Yue was shocked earlier, as the young lady looked too disheveled.

Xi Mengyun cursed, “Wearing slippers on the road? Do you even know traffic laws?”

Zhou Cong pressed her against the car door, then swiftly took off Xi Mengyun’s slippers, put her own shoes on Xi Mengyun’s feet, carried her to the passenger seat, inserted the car key, and went barefoot to wear the young lady’s slippers.

Xi Mengyun held back, but couldn’t hold back any longer. She pressed the horn and cursed, “Zhou Cong, you bald idiot! Baldy! #￥%……&*” The production team quickly muted her.

Rong Chu was also shocked. The comments paused for a moment, and someone asked:

[Did Zhou Cong just slap the young lady’s butt?]

The comments erupted like boiling water.

[These two are something else, something else!]

Xi Mengyun finished cursing and saw Zhou Cong already walking toward the mansion. She turned the car key, drove slowly, chasing Zhou Cong while cursing. Seeing Zhou Cong not respond, she angrily floored the gas pedal and drove off.

Rong Chu and Jiang Yue, left behind, looked at each other and walked toward the mansion.

In her mind, Rong Chu had already ruled out Xi Mengyun and Zhou Cong from the list of the mute person. These two were clearly old flames.

At the mansion, Xi Mengyun stood in front of the car with her hands on her hips, blocking Zhou Cong and asking, “Shouldn’t you apologize to me?”

Zhou Cong lowered her eyes and said neatly, “Sorry.”

Xi Mengyun awkwardly lowered her hands, suddenly not knowing what to say.

She glared fiercely at Zhou Cong, threw the car keys, and stomped into the mansion.

Zhou Cong acted as if nothing had happened, opened the trunk, and took things to the kitchen.

Jiang Yue sensed something off from the atmosphere between the two.

Xi Mengyun was her target this time. She pursed her lips, glanced at Rong Chu, and helped carry some small items inside.

At noon, the person on duty was supposed to cook, but Xi Mengyun, after fixing her appearance, came downstairs shaking her phone and said condescendingly, “I said I’d take care of the meal.” She glared at Zhou Cong during a pause, “I ordered takeout. It’ll be here soon.”

Just as she finished, the doorbell rang.

Zhou Cong went to get the takeout, and Rong Chu helped set it on the dining table. Xi Mengyun had ordered quite a lot. Jiang Yue was called down to eat. Xi Mengyun sat smugly watching Zhou Cong, who broke apart disposable chopsticks and handed them over, saying softly, “Don’t order so much next time. It’s wasteful if we can’t finish.”

Xi Mengyun hummed a few times but didn’t retort.

Comments floated by: [I smell an affair!]

[Definitely an affair!]

[The young lady was so arrogant at her entrance, but now she’s like a little wife next to Zhou Cong.]

Rong Chu felt it too. She ate quietly, breaking apart wooden chopsticks with the restaurant’s logo. The camera panned, and the comments immediately recognized it was takeout from a five-star restaurant. Some kept marveling at Xi Mengyun’s solid status as the young lady.

After lunch, Rong Chu had things to do in the afternoon. Tomorrow was date day, and the production team required everyone to prepare a gift. Rong Chu needed to visit her studio, as she had some unfinished work and could prepare her gift. She planned to use one of her oil paintings as the gift.

Having just arrived in this world, Rong Chu took on a few mural painting gigs online to make ends meet. Before joining the show, she finished most of them, with only one wall’s final touches left.

At the studio, Rong Chu took her time picking through her previous works. The production team’s camera followed, but these scenes wouldn’t air live; they’d appear as supplementary footage when revealing identities on the show.

Rong Chu selected for a long time and finally chose a satisfactory piece.

The painting wasn’t large, about the size of a family photo, already framed, depicting a whale breaching the water.

Rong Chu chose this painting deliberately. She had seen the original owner’s chat records with the mute person. The original owner had shown the mute person a draft of this painting. The mute person might be curious about the painting’s owner upon seeing it, and Rong Chu wanted to use it to find the mute person.

Rong Chu packed the painting and took the remaining materials to finish the mural.

After working all afternoon, she finally completed the wall painting, but her pants and clothes were ruined, covered in paint. She carried the material bucket to settle the payment with the boss, who was startled by the cameraman following her and stammered, “What, what, what are you doing?”

Rong Chu, wearing a cap, was red from the summer heat and lack of shade around the mural site. She smiled at the boss to ease the mood and said, “It’s nothing. They’re just recording some footage.”

The boss looked at Rong Chu suspiciously, took the prepared money from the drawer, handed it to her, and said, “Is everything really okay?”

Rong Chu helplessly explained, “They’re recording for Heartbeats for You. I’m a guest on the show.”

The boss’s eyes lit up. He had heard of the show, “Wow! A big star!” He teased, “Great artist, your paintings won’t have trouble selling now, right?”

Rong Chu laughed, chatted briefly, and returned with the cameraman.

On the way, the cameraman asked, “We all thought painters sat at home drinking red wine and painting elegantly, but your work environment is so tough.”

She spent the whole afternoon under the sun, climbing up and down scaffolding, which even made the cameraman’s legs tremble. The scaffolding had no safety measures.

Rong Chu deliberately avoided the production team’s attempt to get her to complain. She smiled, raised her arm, flexed her biceps, and said, “How else did I build these biceps? They came from climbing, carrying buckets, and moving frames.”

Everyone in the car laughed.

Rong Chu took the production team’s car back to the mansion. As she got out, she ran into Gu Qingyan, who was returning from work, holding a gift bag, clearly also preparing a gift.

They met at the entrance. Gu Qingyan looked at Rong Chu’s paint-stained, disheveled appearance and noticed the paint on her thoughtfully.

Rong Chu lifted her cap brim and greeted, “Back so early?”

Gu Qingyan said, “Hmm, the company knew I was recording the show, so I came back after finishing my work.”

“Oh.” They entered together, caught live by the production team’s camera. Seeing their figures, the audience watching the show wondered: [Did these two sneak off for a date behind our backs?]

They were dressed similarly and entered together, going upstairs together.

The comments were buzzing, and VIP viewers switched to the camera in their room.

Rong Chu, sunburned from the afternoon, felt her neck and back itching, likely sunburned. She took a shower, feeling refreshed, and picked up some ointment to apply to the sunburned areas. Unable to reach, she stretched for a while, then put on clothes and knocked on Gu Qingyan’s door.

Gu Qingyan, who had just set down her laptop, heard the knock and opened the door. Seeing Rong Chu, she asked curiously, “What’s up?”

Rong Chu smelled that faint, pleasant fragrance again, but after last time’s forwardness, she didn’t mention it. Instead, she held up the ointment and said, “My back is sunburned, and I can’t reach it. Can you help?”

Gu Qingyan hesitated, but from her angle, she could see Rong Chu’s skin behind her ears was red from the sun. She opened the door wider and said, “Come in.” That meant she agreed.

Rong Chu walked in and handed the ointment to Gu Qingyan. Gu Qingyan didn’t close the door and pulled a stool for Rong Chu to sit.

Rong Chu neatly lifted her shirt to cover her chest, biting it with her mouth, arching her back like a bow to make it easier for Gu Qingyan to apply the ointment.

Her beautiful butterfly bones were exposed to Gu Qingyan and the camera.

Alphas didn’t mind exposing their bodies, as a good figure was a strength that could attract Omegas. So, Gu Qingyan once said Alphas were like peacocks fanning their tails.

Gu Qingyan used her fingers to apply the ointment to Rong Chu’s sunburned areas. It might have hurt, as Rong Chu’s arm muscles tensed, and her butterfly bones spread like wings. Gu Qingyan couldn’t help but notice, which slightly distracted her. Her fingertip accidentally pressed too hard, and Rong Chu let out a soft hiss. Gu Qingyan snapped back, applying the ointment more carefully.