Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha of the Yandere Film Empress - Chapter 6
Chapter 6
“No need, I’m fine.”
Song Yanrong’s movements paused, her breathing slowing slightly.
Su Jia stood outside the door, facing slightly toward the bathroom. The warm, luminous light inside filtered through the frosted glass and reflected in her pupils.
She tilted her head, leaning casually against the door. Her expression was relaxed, but her voice still carried concern.
“Are you really sure? It might be difficult for you alone in there. I can give you a little help if you’d like.”
She hesitated.
“You saw me yesterday in that state, didn’t you… Miss Song, it’s okay.”
Song Yanrong: “…”
Still no.
She rejected the offer again.
Yesterday she’d helped Su Jia out of necessity, but having Su Jia help her take off her pants today? That would be too much.
This time, Su Jia didn’t press. She simply told her to be careful and waited outside the door.
Half an hour later, Song Yanrong wheeled herself out of the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a drying towel. She saw Su Jia placing a plate of freshly cut fruit on the coffee table.
“Perfect timing, I washed some grapes.”
Song Yanrong nodded. Su Jia was clearly more at ease now than she had been yesterday. That was good. After a moment’s thought, she said,
“I’m planning to go back to Jingyuan tomorrow.”
Jingyuan was the name of the area where the Song family lived.
Su Jia’s expression froze for a moment. Before she could panic, Song Yanrong continued,
“I was thinking… you should come with me. If we want this whole thing to blow over, there’s only one way—make everyone believe you and I are truly together.”
Only then would the elders of the Song family stop blaming Su Jia. Only then would Song Hanshuang be cautious. Only then would the onlookers finally back off.
Su Jia didn’t respond right away. But this was exactly the outcome she wanted.
Everything she was doing now—whether it was pretending, pleasing, or playing along—was all to get Song Yanrong onto the same boat as her.
But the result came almost too easily…
Before she could say anything, Song Yanrong gave a small, almost imperceptible smile and added,
“But if we go that route, you might have to endure a bit. Either stay here for a few days, or I’ll find you another place. After all… you know my reputation.”
Song Yanrong’s almond-shaped eyes were softer than the average sharp phoenix eye. When she smiled, there was a kind of cool charm to them—partly cold, partly alluring.
Both righteous and devilish.
After hearing this, Su Jia’s expression grew more conflicted.
“Afraid?” Song Yanrong asked softly when Su Jia didn’t answer.
Su Jia blinked, dropping the pretense. She asked instead,
“Why are you helping me like this?”
If they had spent more time together, Su Jia wouldn’t have found it so strange for Song Yanrong to offer her help. But now, this felt like a purely one-sided favor.
Why?
Song Yanrong rested her fingers lightly on her leg.
“It’s not without reason. I told you before—I might ask you for a small favor someday. But I’ve realized now that it’s not the right time yet.”
Her legs were still a secret. If Su Jia found out, it would be like handing her leverage on a silver platter.
And Song Yanrong didn’t think the time was right for that.
“What kind of favor?”
“It shouldn’t be too difficult for you.”
Song Yanrong took a sip of water and calmly added,
“If, when the time comes, you’re unwilling, I won’t force you.”
Right as the words left her mouth, she realized how ambiguous they sounded.
Su Jia’s dark brown eyes flickered slightly, then she lowered her lashes. As if silently agreeing that she wouldn’t lose anything either way.
If Song Yanrong had wanted to take advantage of her, she would’ve done it already—like last night.
Su Jia nodded.
“Then go take your shower and get some rest early.”
“What happened to your leg?”
Their voices overlapped almost simultaneously.
Song Yanrong had bent slightly, revealing a bruise the size of an egg on her shin beneath her skirt. She hadn’t felt it at all due to her lack of sensation.
Su Jia fetched the first-aid kit and pulled out some medicinal alcohol.
This time, Song Yanrong didn’t insist on refusing.
When Su Jia knelt in front of her and pressed her palm, soaked with alcohol, gently against her leg, Song Yanrong finally felt the dull ache from the bruise.
She sat upright, quietly watching Su Jia’s hands move.
Su Jia’s technique was methodical.
“I asked Dr. Song today. She said you still need frequent massages and muscle stimulation. Otherwise, long-term disuse will lead to atrophy, which isn’t good for you.”
“…Song Lu?” Song Yanrong replied, skeptical.
Are you sure that’s what she said? Not “lie down for the rest of your life and don’t move”?
Su Jia said gently, “Mm. She’s actually not bad once you get to know her.”
The comment was a bit half-hearted—it wasn’t that Song Lu wasn’t nice, but Su Jia’s attention was completely on Song Yanrong’s leg.
The long-term lack of circulation left her legs cold.
Still as smooth as ever.
Kneeling in front of her, Su Jia could now feel Song Yanrong’s scent more clearly. Her senses sharpened.
But she wasn’t sure if the massage technique she had looked up quickly on Song Lu’s computer was correct.
“Maybe,” Song Yanrong replied simply.
Her shin began to warm under Su Jia’s soft, heated touch. She felt the urge to try moving her leg, but held back, afraid Su Jia might notice something strange.
Just as Su Jia still couldn’t fully trust her, she couldn’t let her guard down either.
After a moment of silence…
Su Jia suddenly looked up at her, her eyes focused and intense.
“I still don’t have a good way to thank you…”
Song Yanrong waited for what came next.
“How about this—from now on, I’ll massage your legs every day?”
…
That night, Song Yanrong had a dream.
In the dream, the woman was massaging her, fingernails grazing her skin and making her squirm. She pushed the woman onto the sofa.
She climbed on top, kneeling on either side of her.
The next morning, for the first time ever, Song Yanrong woke up later than usual. She lay still for several minutes before pushing herself up with both hands.
If someone had asked her what it felt like to have her first erotic dream about Su Jia…
She’d say—exhilarating.
Admittedly, this situation was a bit dangerous for her. But the attraction between two women could be incredibly beautiful.
Maybe it was just that Su Jia was beautiful.
That’s what she figured.
Also… at one moment last night, she thought she really could move her legs.
After letting her mind wander for a while, she couldn’t stand the feeling of lingering dampness anymore. She wheeled over to her closet to change.
There was no en suite bathroom, but the basic sink and toiletries were all there. She washed up simply, then left the room.
As usual, Su Jia was busy in the kitchen.
Song Yanrong walked over and heard that breakfast was nearly done. She turned and opened a cupboard, taking out two porcelain-white bowls and wooden chopsticks.
Su Jia glanced over and felt an odd, unexplainable emotion.
They finished a simple breakfast together.
Before heading to Jingyuan, Song Yanrong paused briefly and called out to Su Jia. She took a square medical patch from the first-aid kit and handed it to her.
Su Jia immediately understood and peeled the patch open, sticking it over the gland at her neck.
Jingyuan was located in the most extravagant area of South City. Cars were rare, land was unimaginably expensive, and even money couldn’t guarantee you a spot there.
Their car drove straight up to the private villa gate. A security guard quickly approached, bent over, and greeted,
“Third Miss.”
From his eyes, you could see fear and caution.
As if afraid to anger her.
Song Yanrong entered the house with Su Jia. Along the way, shocked glances followed them—her behavior was clearly outrageous in their eyes.
Noticing Su Jia’s silence, Song Yanrong turned to see her gazing up at a room on the second floor.
The original Su Jia almost never stayed here, so Song Yanrong could only guess:
“Your room?”
“Mm.”
“We’ll go up in a bit.”
“Okay.”
Just then, a middle-aged woman rushed out from the hallway.
“Third Miss! You’re finally back. The old madam has been so worried these past two days!”
She glanced at Su Jia standing behind the wheelchair—then froze when she noticed the medical patch on her neck.
That could only mean one thing…
Su Jia had nearly become the Song family’s main heir’s fiancée, and now she’d disappeared for two days with Song Yanrong. That alone was scandalous enough. But now, seeing this—she could already imagine the eldest daughter’s face when she found out.
Song Yanrong had expected this reaction. She asked flatly,
“Where’s the old madam?”
The servant hesitated a few seconds.
“A government official came to South City. The old madam went to meet him.”
It was a polite way of saying she’d gone to meet one of the powerful elite.
Which meant they’d likely have to wait here today.
Song Yanrong didn’t say more. She gently squeezed Su Jia’s hand as a reminder.
“Go upstairs and pack your things.”
Su Jia’s gaze lingered on her hand, but before she could say anything, the servant stammered, “Third Miss, you’re…”
“What’s unclear?” Song Yanrong smiled.
“Su Jia won’t be living at the Song house anymore.”
Servant: “…”
As the two of them headed toward the elevator in the living room…
The stunned servant suddenly slapped her thigh in realization.
Crap! Song Hanshuang is coming back soon too!