Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Alpha in a Scum Alpha Novel (GL) - Chapter 9
When the driver parked the car in front of the estate, Song Shixue’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her tea-colored eyes sparkled with tiny lights.
After a two-second pause, she casually rubbed her face against Fu Suihan’s sleeve.
Fu Suihan, who was thinking about how to mend the script, stiffened and called out, “Shixue?”
Song Shixue responded softly. The next second, the weight on Fu Suihan’s shoulder disappeared.
“I’m sorry.”
Fu Suihan turned her face to look. The Omega was tidying her dress, her head slightly bowed, and the pristine white inhibitor patch on the back of her neck was very noticeable.
Fu Suihan, of course, didn’t mind, yet Song Shixue still asked her, “Are you alright?”
Due to her short sleep, Song Shixue’s cheeks were noticeably flushed.
Being looked at by her, Fu Suihan felt like there had to be something wrong, even if there wasn’t.
Song Shixue’s estate was vast. After passing through a meticulously maintained garden, a four-story European-style villa appeared before Fu Suihan’s eyes.
Servants had already been waiting at the entrance for a long time, with ID tags pinned to their chests. All of them were female Betas.
One of them, a kindly-looking short-haired Beta, said to Fu Suihan, “Miss Fu, your room is this way. I’ll take you up.”
Her tone was natural, as if someone had already introduced Fu Suihan. There was no prying curiosity in her eyes; she seemed very honest.
Fu Suihan instinctively looked at Song Shixue, but the woman took her phone from a servant and returned a missed call. After answering several questions, the caller on the other end was still pressing.
She was clearly going to be busy for a while, and Fu Suihan didn’t want to disturb her. She could only thank the Beta and follow closely.
The villa had only four floors, but it also had an elevator.
The bedroom Song Shixue prepared for her was on the third floor, connected to a washroom. Furniture filled the room, and the wardrobe was packed with fashionable clothes of the season, a world away from the room the Fu family had prepared for the original owner.
The Beta used a remote control to open the curtains, and the light and shadows pouring in from the French windows stretched across the floor.
Before leaving, the Beta didn’t forget to introduce the room at the end of the corridor to Fu Suihan: “That’s Miss’s bedroom.”
Fu Suihan made a mental note.
After the Beta closed the door, Fu Suihan placed the script on the desk.
The bedroom even had a bookshelf. She curiously flipped through the books; most were about acting techniques or film history, very suitable for a beginner. The only book with slight signs of being read was a foreign classic.
Fu Suihan pulled it out, and the book felt slightly thick. A letter was tucked inside.
The envelope contained only a card, on the back of which was written:
[Feel free to use the money on the card. The password is 910922.
I have appointments this afternoon, so you rest well. You can go out, but it’s better not to.]
The handwriting was like the person; Song Shixue’s writing had a natural flair, and she habitually signed a cursive “Song” in the bottom right corner.
Fu Suihan held the card and checked the balance on her app. She counted to the seventh zero and gave up.
Was Song Shixue trying to sponsor her?
With this thought, Fu Suihan carefully returned the books to their original positions, then left the bedroom.
Within minutes, Song Shixue had already left again, clearly off to continue her appointments.
The living room was large and quiet. Seeing her peek out, a maid looked up and asked, “Miss Fu, is there anything you need?”
Fu Suihan naturally denied it.
She returned to the desk, pulled out her phone, and looked at the single contact, deleting and re-typing words of thanks.
So busy, yet she didn’t forget to go to Xinghui to stand up for her.
After a pause, Fu Suihan still sent that one line: [Thank you.]
After a long time, Song Shixue replied: [You’re welcome.]
That afternoon, Fu Suihan didn’t rush to study the script. Instead, she unsealed the book Song Shixue had prepared for her. The story examples were easy to understand and deeply engrossing. It wasn’t until dusk fell, and a knock came at her door with a servant calling “Miss Fu,” that Fu Suihan finally snapped back to reality.
Outside the door, the maid kept her head slightly bowed, avoiding eye contact with Fu Suihan, merely stating that the chef was preparing dinner and asking if she had any dietary restrictions.
Fu Suihan answered them one by one, puzzled by the maid’s overly cautious demeanor. The next second, a faint female voice drifted from the living room. Fu Suihan leaned against the railing and looked down. This time, Song Shixue was there.
After a slight hesitation, Fu Suihan picked up the script and went downstairs.
The spacious living room was lavishly decorated. Song Shixue was currently by the window, engrossed in a book. A cup of black tea sat on the triangular table beside her. Her slender fingertips glided across the pages, her expression serious. Outside the window, the sky was a fiery crimson, reflecting on her profile, further highlighting her already exquisite features.
Fu Suihan stopped beside her, gazing at her face, once again marveling at Heaven’s favoritism towards her.
The sound of pages turning continued. Song Shixue said, “Have a seat.”
Fu Suihan obediently pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
The maid, at some unknown point, had delivered another cup of black tea. Fu Suihan took a sip; it was both astringent and bitter. She subtly frowned, set it down, and didn’t touch it again. Song Shixue, however, swapped the positions of the two cups.
Seeing Fu Suihan’s puzzled expression, she calmly explained, “Mine has milk. I’m going into a film crew soon, so I need to maintain my figure. You drink this one.”
Fu Suihan’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, recalling the warmth of the woman’s body: “…You’re already very thin.”
Song Shixue said, “The camera and the audience won’t think so.”
Seeing that Fu Suihan seemed about to argue further, she smoothly changed the subject: “Didn’t you take the script? The audition will be soon. I’ll pick a section for you, let’s hear your lines.”
Fu Suihan could only gloomily hand over the script.
Song Shixue glanced at the crumpled corner, a slight curve on her lips. Flipping a few pages, she found a section and pointed it out to Fu Suihan: “This one.”
Fu Suihan looked down and was met with the line, “I like you so much, why is it her who gets to be with you, and not me?”
Fu Suihan: “…”
This was a scene in the imperial garden, a confrontation between Shen Miaomiao and the male lead. In a torrential downpour, she shamelessly confessed her feelings to the male lead, who ended the conversation with a light “I’m not interested in you,” completely breaking Shen Miaomiao’s heart.
But Fu Suihan was more heartbroken than Shen Miaomiao at this moment.
She couldn’t understand how Song Shixue had, with such precise impartiality, chosen such an “ambiguous” passage.
And not just chosen it, but also blinked her eyes slightly, asking bewilderedly, “Hmm? Why aren’t you reading?”
Fu Suihan: “…”
There was no escaping. Fu Suihan could only resignedly bury her head and read the original passage aloud.
She thought she was delivering it emotionlessly, but the corners of Song Shixue’s eyes and brows curved upwards with each “like” and “love” in the sentences. When Fu Suihan’s voice trailed off, she didn’t hesitate to praise, “Very good.”
Fu Suihan: “…”
Fu Suihan held back.
Song Shixue, however, seemed to have taken an interest. Resting her chin, she slid her finger down: “This part is connected to that one. You read this too.”
It was a monologue by Shen Miaomiao, starting with phrases like “The rain on XX day was so heavy,” detailing two hundred words of Shen Miaomiao’s humble unrequited love.
Fu Suihan: “…”
The first time is awkward, the second time is familiar. Fu Suihan opened her mouth with a straight face.
Unexpectedly, this time, perhaps because there were too many lines and reading them all without emotion was too tiring, Fu Suihan involuntarily poured a little emotion into it. The rhythm of the sentences immediately became more pronounced, and her tone became livelier.
Fu Suihan, who had thought Song Shixue was just trying to mess with her: ?
Seeing her surprised expression, Song Shixue’s eyes finally filled with laughter: “You are naturally suited for this path. I never lie.”
Before Fu Suihan could react, she added, “Let’s look at this part again.”
With that, Song Shixue was about to point again, but Fu Suihan was faster, reaching out and pressing her hand onto the script first.
The page was only so large. Fu Suihan’s palm naturally covered Song Shixue’s hand. Both froze.
Their hands were clearly exposed, but because of the connection of their fingers, the sensation was particularly clear. After a brief moment of daze, both simultaneously withdrew their hands.
Fu Suihan licked her lips and explained, “I just think my lines still have many shortcomings, and I’d like to ask Shixue to demonstrate for me.”
Song Shixue’s knuckles still felt the sensation of being enveloped by Fu Suihan’s palm. She unconsciously hid her hand under the table, ignoring the stiffness in Fu Suihan’s tone, and simply asked, “Which part?”
Fu Suihan was so eager to alleviate the awkwardness that she immediately pointed randomly to a section. In her ear, however, was the woman’s “Hmm?” a voice filled with temptation: “This part?”
Fu Suihan instinctively sensed the mistake from her voice. When she looked closely, she realized it was a scene where the male and female leads confessed their feelings to each other, and Shen Miaomiao secretly listened.
And the section she pointed to was precisely the male lead’s heartfelt confession.
She wanted to politely refuse again, but Song Shixue had already taken a sip of tea, brewed her emotions, and spoke softly.
“I am smitten with you.”
Outside the window, crimson clouds filled the sky, and dappled tree shadows fell upon Song Shixue’s cheek, as if time itself had stood still. She gazed at Fu Suihan, her smile faint: “After the world is settled, would you… be willing to marry me?”
Author’s Notes:
Xiao Fu: (Blushing so hard bubbles are forming on her head)
Shixue: (Holding a fire extinguisher, ready to put out the bubbles at any moment)
I haven’t written ancient confessions (scratches head), so this is as far as I can go… It might be a little awkward, I hope everyone can forgive me TwT! [P.S. These lines are only here for flirting, the future plot will not focus on the romantic entanglement of the drama’s male and female leads. It will primarily be about Suihan and Shixue getting close, please feel free to enjoy!]
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