Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha of the Yandere Film Empress - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

“Let’s see whether your bl00d can match the color of the sky,” Zhou Yuan taunted. With narrowed eyes, she mocked, “What’s the matter? Waiting for Song Yanrong to come rescue you? Too bad… I heard she just left the Song residence, one in the north, one in the south. Guess how you’ll be by the time she arrives?”

“And don’t get the wrong idea about Song Yanrong—she’s a beauty‑obsessed girl. I sent her the pictures, but she still hasn’t replied. Imagine how she’d react when she sees your face. A disfigured ugly woman like you—she’ll only despise you.”

Two snarling wolfdogs flanked Su Jia, their bodies forming a corridor toward her.

She stepped forward through the gap and looked Zhou Yuan in the eyes. Calmly, she asked, “You speak as if you know her well?”

Zhou Yuan curled her lip. “You obviously don’t understand my and Song Yanrong’s relationship.”

Su Jia shook her head. “I don’t need to know your relationship.”

Her voice soft yet with steel, like summer flowers blooming in decay. “I only need to know how many moles she has on her body… and you, Zhou Yuan, do you know?”

“Y‑you—” Zhou Yuan sputtered.

That question hit her where it hurt. She didn’t know. Maybe because of her accident, Song Yanrong hates others seeing her body—even when taking a shower or drunk, she’d have bodyguards around. Plus, Song Yanrong has a virgin fetish, resenting Zhou Yuan for being marked by an alpha. She’s never touched her. She could live with that emptiness—she’s always found ways.

But Song Yanrong came for Su Jia. That felt like betrayal, humiliation.

Why not her? She’s the only daughter of the Zhou family, the heir—her house, her legacy. Why would Song Yanrong reject her?

“You’re so smug now, aren’t you?” Zhou Yuan’s voice dropped. “Let’s see how long that smile lasts.”

Su Huimin — Zhou Yuan’s aunt — panicked. “Su Jia, just apologize and promise you’ll never get close to Song Miss again.”

“That’s why you’ve done this to me?” Su Jia glared at her aunt. Only she would tell Zhou Yuan about her fear of dogs. The horror was still vivid on her face — a grim reminder.

Zhou Yuan looked down at Su Jia. “Even if you begged on your knees today, I still won’t spare you.” She tapped her neck impatiently. “No rush—let’s play longer. I’ve got time.”

She signaled her henchmen. Instantly, the two wolfdogs lunged at Su Jia, growling, ready to attack.

Then one of Zhou Yuan’s men unclipped a dog’s collar…

This was a trained attack dog.

In an instant, the wolf‑dog sprang through the gap toward Su Jia.

But at that moment, Su Huimin shrieked — and things froze.

…

No one saw when Su Jia produced a knife. She knelt, pinning the still‑thrashing dog. The blade didn’t hit a vital spot — she wasn’t that skilled — but strong enough to disable the beast.

Pulling the dagger free, her fingers trembling, her pale face splattered with red — both hers and the dog’s bl00d. She stood and looked at Zhou Yuan, dangerously calm.

Eyes burning like madness, her low voice cut through the stunned silence:

“Now—what about this color? Can you see it clearly, Miss Zhou?”

Zhou Yuan, held back by shock, hesitated before responding.

Su Jia’s gaze held uncanny clarity. She had believed that once she awakened, her heart would feel nothing: no pain from childhood dolls or mourning her mother, no resentment, no hatred—just cold logic.

But right now? She felt a dull hurt quite unexpectedly.

Abandoned by everyone, whether she harmed others or not. It seemed no one wanted her to live well. Everyone was closing in.

Why?

Her eyes softened. A small, fragile regret flickered.

Song Yanrong—what are you doing right now?
When you see me now—what will I be to you?
I want to know.

…

The scene cuts to the underground parking of the Zhou residence building. Inside a black car, Zhou Fu (Zhou Yuan’s mother) trembles in horror:

“Song Yanrong—have you lost your mind?! Do you realize who I am?!”

But Song Yanrong sat calmly in the passenger seat, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. “Mrs. Zhou, kindly cooperate.”

She gave a subtle nod. The bodyguard in the back poured a bucket of animal plasma over Mrs. Zhou’s head.

Zhou Fu screamed — and was immediately gagged with a cloth.

“It isn’t easy having me here with an old lady helping me. Mrs. Zhou—it must feel awful to be so helpless, huh?”

Her tone remained icy. Holding a phone aimed at the rear seat:

“Zhou Yuan is hurting Su Jia. So I can hurt you.”

Retracting her hand, she wiped bl00d off her fingertip and murmured:

“Excuse me—it’s quite pungent, isn’t it?”

With a slight smile, she tapped ‘Send’ on her phone.

“Drive.”

…

Back at the ruined courtyard — Zhou Yuan, her henchmen, and the two wolfdogs emerged. As they were getting in the car, she glanced down at her bloodstained shoes. Anger shook her to the core.

A henchman whispered:

“Don’t worry, ma’am. It was just a wild dog—one shot will set it off again.”

“Just hope Miss Song won’t make things difficult for you…”

Zhou Yuan snarled:

“I let my mom suffer for what she’s done. I’ll definitely avenge her one day.”

Inside the courtyard, Su Jia stood, soaked and wounded. She had no knife now, but she wasn’t afraid. When one of the dogs leaped at her, she grabbed a brick from the ground—

—Time seemed to stretch.

Later, Su Jia collapsed onto mossy steps. Her light-blue blouse and jeans were tattered, soaked with bl00d and water. A deep fang‑mark wound marked her arm, bl00d still glistening. In her hand was a bloodied brick.

Su Huimin slumped next to a dying dog, muttering:

“She’s gone mad…she’s gone mad.”

Then:

Through the front gate, in her wheelchair, Song Yanrong finally arrived. Su Jia, bleeding and battered, looked up. Their eyes met — and everything fell silent.