Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Alpha in a Scum Alpha Novel (GL) - Chapter 24

A kiss, and then they parted.

Fu Suihan still wanted to follow her lips until she saw the woman’s faint smile, and then she came back to her senses.

Her ear tips flushed red, but Song Shixue seemed to be completely unaware, asking, “Is it still bitter?”

Fu Suihan subconsciously curled her tongue, a faint strawberry sweetness sliding down her throat. She softly replied, “Sweet.”

She said this, and then thought to herself, it’s not the candy that’s sweet.

The smile in Song Shixue’s eyes grew brighter. She was about to ask more, but then there were two light knocks on the door. Shang Ming’s voice sounded: “Miss Song, Miss Fu, are you finished?”

The question came suddenly and sounded ambiguous, as if the two were doing something unspeakable in the dressing room just now. Fu Suihan’s gaze drifted further away, and Song Shixue could only suppress what she wanted to say, letting out a soft sigh.

The more she acted this way, the more Fu Suihan felt something brush against her heart, even causing the surrounding temperature to rise a few degrees.

Shang Ming was there to relay the assistant director’s idea, which was simply to have them film some behind-the-scenes footage for the drama, to be released as an easter egg after the show aired, as feedback for fans.

Usually, when a drama just starts filming, the marketing accounts or fans hired by the crew would furiously post spoilers. However, “For the Emperor” was exceptionally strict with security measures due to the special identities of its actors, fearing that the fiercely protective fans of Song Shixue might cause the drama to be torn apart.

Up until now, the external publicity for “For the Emperor” was still zero. If Chi Qiu hadn’t suddenly bought a hot search, the outside world’s impression of this drama would still only be “the female lead is Song Shixue.”

Other than that? No one cared.

The camera was set up in the makeup room with permission. For better results, they were also advised to sit closer.

Song Shixue still had a small part of her earlier cleanup to finish, so she readily moved closer and wiped Fu Suihan’s jaw.

Their knees touched. Fu Suihan’s hand under her sleeve clenched the hem of her clothes, her gaze following the bloodstains on Song Shixue’s fingertips, which were now diluted and blurred by water.

The photographer mistakenly thought it was bl00d left over from wiping Fu Suihan, so he specifically zoomed in on this scene. After it ended, he repeatedly reviewed it, genuinely exclaiming, “Teacher Song and Teacher Fu have such a good relationship!”

Song Shixue raised her eyebrows and agreed, leaving Fu Suihan alone, her brain dulled by the flush.

••••

On the way, Song Shixue didn’t deliberately tease Fu Suihan anymore. When the door closed, Fu Suihan let out a rare long sigh of relief.

Undeniably, Song Shixue was a person of immense charisma. She was beautiful, powerful, and more importantly, her feelings for her were subtle.

When Song Shixue’s gaze fell upon her, Fu Suihan had no time or inclination to think of anything else. She even constantly felt an urge to agree to any of Song Shixue’s requests; as long as Song Shixue wanted it, she was willing to do anything.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but recall the transgression from the afternoon.

Fu Suihan stood still in front of the coffee table, and it was a while before she loosened her collar and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After rinsing herself with cold water, Fu Suihan finally regained some sense of reason and began to call the system.

A broken busy signal intermittently came through the air, as if trying to establish a connection but never successfully connecting. After patiently waiting several minutes with no response, Fu Suihan began to ponder Song Shixue’s identity again—

Assuming the system was not mistaken and Song Shixue was still a character from the book who had never interacted with the original owner. Even if Fu Suihan was unwilling to admit it, she had to face the strange fact that “Song Shixue fell in love with her at first sight.”

But if the system had made a mistake, then the sudden appearance of the dream had a reason. There was a force that bypassed the system and altered her memories. In the world of the book, everything was just a string of data.

What was this force?

Song Shixue?

This answer was immediately rejected by Fu Suihan.

If Song Shixue had such an ability, how could the system allow her to exist?

Fu Suihan lowered her eyes, recalling a past world where she had encountered an impostor disguised as an NPC. The first time they met, the system identified the other party as a bug and directly cleared them from the world. This indicated that it was functioning normally and had basic discernment.

And the first time she saw Song Shixue, the system didn’t report an error.

Just as she was about to think further, the doorbell suddenly rang. Fu Suihan froze. She looked through the peephole—it was Song Shixue.

The Omega was still in the same outfit as when they parted, her expression noble. She clearly thought smiling at the peephole was foolish.

Fu Suihan: “…What’s wrong?”

As her voice trailed off, Song Shixue curved her lips, visibly much happier: “I forgot to give you something.”

For various reasons, Fu Suihan didn’t want to see Song Shixue. But for various reasons, she also couldn’t make the other party wait too long or just leave the things and go; that would be too impolite.

Hesitating for a few seconds, Fu Suihan opened the door and actively made way for Song Shixue.

Song Shixue noticed this detail but didn’t intend to enter first. Instead, she handed Fu Suihan a shopping bag covered with brand logos. Fu Suihan glanced inside—without exception, they were all clothes.

Fu Suihan looked up in a daze, but the Omega’s expression was very relaxed: “I saw a few pieces before that would suit you. This place isn’t like Rong City; the conditions aren’t as good. Shang Ming will bring some more tomorrow, so—”

Song Shixue extended her hand, her palm long and slender, with veins clearly visible under the light, almost translucent white: “Give me a copy of your room key, and I’ll pass it to her for you.”

Her tone was serious, as if she were discussing something important, but the core of her intention was still to tease Fu Suihan—if Shang Ming needed it, she could have gone directly to the front desk. The “transfer” was merely to see Fu Suihan’s reaction.

Fu Suihan was no longer the Fu Suihan of yesterday.

The grown-up her asked expressionlessly, “Does Movie Queen Song want it?”

Song Shixue’s smile softened: “If I want it, will you give it?”

Fu Suihan: “…It depends on what Movie Queen Song intends to do with it.”

Song Shixue gazed at Fu Suihan, her eyes filled with fragmented warm light, revealing a familiar sly smile. This usually meant that in the next second, Song Shixue was about to say something unacceptable.

Like now.

“Are you sure you want me to say it here?” Song Shixue pointed to the corridor. “This is still a public place, after all.”

Fu Suihan: “…………”

Just as she was thinking of telling the other party to go back and stop there, Song Shixue’s eyes curved into a smile: “But inside, it’s different.”

“Xiao Fu,” she said gently, “you wouldn’t refuse me, would you?”

In silence, Fu Suihan averted her gaze and stepped back half a pace. Song Shixue closed the door and smoothly leaned in, like a boneless cat, her body warm.

Fu Suihan was enveloped in her embrace. Their gazes met. It was still a position where they could kiss at any moment, but neither took another step, as if tacitly maintaining a safe distance at this time.

Song Shixue quickly adjusted her collar and sat on the sofa.

The suite also had a kitchen, with clear glass separating it and a range of cooking utensils. Fu Suihan started making tea. While waiting, she looked out the window and only then realized that several buttons on Song Shixue’s collar had come undone at some point. As Song Shixue now lowered her head to read the script on the coffee table, a slight bend of her waist would make the necklace dip even lower.

Fu Suihan forced herself to look away, swallowed the dryness in her throat, and went to prepare milk. Her movements were swift and quick, but when she was about to add sugar to Song Shixue’s tea, she suddenly paused, remembering the candy the woman ate, and then the cup of black tea Song Shixue had swapped months ago at the manor.

When Fu Suihan emerged from the kitchen with a tray, Song Shixue had also turned to the very end of the script, saying with lingering interest, “Your annotations are very interesting.”

—A human being cannot be without the urge to complain.

When the plot of “For the Emperor” was truly outrageous, Fu Suihan couldn’t help but write a few comments on the script. After all, the script was private; she was complaining to herself, and no one would care.

Therefore, her wording was simple and direct. In her notes, in a group scene, the male lead was a narcissist and a psychopath; Shen Miaomiao was stupid; the third female lead was an arrogant jerk; the third male lead was a background tool.

All the other supporting characters, who were there to forcefully advance the plot, only received a ruthless “…”

Among all the dots, for Ming Jue alone, Fu Suihan wrote: cute.

Fu Suihan had also read Song Shixue’s scripts before, so she hadn’t naturally felt this behavior was wrong. Now suddenly exposed, Fu Suihan remained silent for a few seconds, choosing not to answer her question, and stiffly changed the subject: “So, Movie Queen Song is here tonight for…?”

She didn’t answer, and Song Shixue ignored her, instead asking, “Why don’t you call me Shixue anymore?”

Fu Suihan met her gentle eyes and could only change her address: “Shixue.”

“Before marking behavior, pheromones don’t linger for too long,” Song Shixue finally said, satisfied. “So, before it completely ends, we still need to…”

Fu Suihan heard the first half of the sentence and already had a bad feeling. The latter half made her frown. She was about to refuse, but Song Shixue continued: “have more contact.”

“No need to be as intimate as this afternoon,” Song Shixue said. “Just hold me for a while longer; it can still leave pheromones.”

Fu Suihan: “…”

Hearing this, even if she didn’t want to understand, she understood.

How can one “hold for a while longer”?

Song Shixue would tell her to hold her and sleep in the same bed.

And after sleeping in the same bed, whether the two would be as intimate as “this afternoon” would still depend on Song Shixue.

One trick after another, Fu Suihan tried to reason with Song Shixue: “If you sleep in the master bedroom, it will also have my pheromones.”

But then Song Shixue, at this moment, used a reason Fu Suihan couldn’t refute—

Fu Suihan herself was the pheromone. Separating rooms was no different from not sleeping at all.

Saying this, Song Shixue lowered her eyes and picked up the black tea.

In her peripheral vision, Fu Suihan was afraid to see her disappointed expression, hesitating to speak.

A smile flashed in Song Shixue’s eyes. She casually took a sip of tea, but the sweetness she felt in her throat made her pause.

The next second, she lifted her eyelids to look at Fu Suihan.

—And the female Alpha happened to be looking at her as well.

Slowly finishing her tea, Song Shixue adjusted her necklace and said unhurriedly, “It’s getting late. Shall we rest?”

“…”

“If you want to.”

••••

In the master bedroom.

The wall lamp was on. Fu Suihan listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, having no interest in reading the script. She could only find something else to do—like organizing the clothes Song Shixue had brought.

She lacked nothing in terms of food, clothing, or daily necessities. Song Shixue knew she lacked nothing.

The reason for her visit seemed to be just to find a plausible excuse to see her.

Fu Suihan pursed her lips, still finding the other party’s feelings strangely sudden. But when she wanted to doubt, Song Shixue’s words, “Trust me,” would echo in her mind.

Giving trust wasn’t difficult; the hard part was accepting that what was done could not be undone, or even the possibility that it might be irreversible.

Fu Suihan absentmindedly unfolded a few shirts. Only then did she notice there were also a few camisoles that didn’t match her size or style. One, in particular, was made of thin, short fabric, silky smooth, adorned with white lace. Calling it a camisole dress would be an overstatement; it was more like—

The bathroom door opened, and Song Shixue emerged with wet hair, wrapped in a large bathrobe.

Her gaze first landed on Fu Suihan’s face, then slid to the dress in her hand. Then, under Fu Suihan’s embarrassed gaze, she said thoughtfully, “So, you like this kind?”

Fu Suihan: “…………”