Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 10

Song Yi stood in front of the wardrobe, waiting for Zhou Zhou to come over on her own.

Letting Zhou Zhou see these clothes with her own eyes and realize that all the garments here were of this style would make her more receptive than if Song Yi randomly picked one for her.

Zhou Zhou approached slowly, her head feeling feverish as if everything happening before her was a dream.

But dreams carried an air of unreality. She gently bit the tip of her tongue, and the pain brought her back to her senses, instantly clarifying the gap between her and Miss Song.

Clouds and mud—utterly different. These four words surfaced in Zhou Zhou’s mind, and she immediately stifled the budding, inappropriate thoughts.

She stopped half a meter away from Miss Song, not daring to get closer. She no longer had the heart to look at those beautiful dresses—they weren’t hers anyway.

“I’d like to wear the black one,” Zhou Zhou quickly made her decision. Among the array of bright colors, her eyes had immediately caught the black one tucked in between. She hadn’t even seen the full design of the black nightgown.

Song Yi glanced at Zhou Zhou, slightly surprised. She had expected Zhou Zhou to choose a brighter color, but she didn’t ask further. Instead, she reached out, parted the nightgowns on either side, and retrieved the one Zhou Zhou had chosen.

It was a deep black, plunging V-neck camisole. Song Yi paused for a moment after pulling it out before handing it to Zhou Zhou. “Go take a shower first. Don’t catch a cold.”

Zhou Zhou took it and nodded lightly. “Thank you, Miss Song.”

Song Yi remained where she stood, watching Zhou Zhou’s slender back, sensing a trace of loneliness in her posture.

Remembering something, she strode forward with her long legs. “Wait.”

By the time Zhou Zhou turned around, Song Yi was already standing behind her. “The barrier patch—take it off first.”

“I’ll do it myself. No need to trouble you, Miss Song.” Zhou Zhou raised her hand to cover the back of her neck. This time, she didn’t voluntarily expose her fair skin or the alluring scent gland.

“Alright.” Song Yi withdrew her half-raised hand, not the least bit embarrassed or annoyed. On the contrary, a faint excitement stirred within her.

Zhou Zhou was starting to guard against her—a good sign.

This way, when Zhou Zhou left, Song Yi wouldn’t have to worry too much about her being too trusting and easily deceived.

“I’ll run the bath for you.” Song Yi naturally stepped past Zhou Zhou and entered the bathroom first. She adjusted the temperature on the smart bathtub, filling it with hot water, then retrieved a rose-scented aromatherapy candle from the storage cabinet behind the tub. She lit it and took out bath salts, essential oils, milk, and fresh petals—essentially everything she saw in the cabinet—so Zhou Zhou could use them according to her preference.

After removing the barrier patch covering her scent gland, Zhou Zhou soon entered the bathroom as well. She saw Miss Song fussing around the bathtub, adjusting the water temperature, laying out toiletries, and some items Zhou Zhou had never seen before.

“That should be everything.” Song Yi dipped her right hand into the water one last time to ensure the smart bathtub would maintain the temperature. “The temperature control is here. If it’s not right, you can adjust it yourself.”

“I’ve set out a set of toiletries over there.” Song Yi pointed to the vanity. “If you need anything else, just call me. I’ll be in the room.”

Throughout this exchange, Song Yi avoided meeting Zhou Zhou’s eyes, afraid Zhou Zhou would notice her unnatural demeanor—the way her breathing had unconsciously slowed. She knew very well that Zhou Zhou had removed the barrier patch because she could already smell the sweet, crisp fragrance of cherries.

“I’ll step out first.” Song Yi stumbled out of the bathroom, making sure to close the door tightly behind her.

Zhou Zhou touched the back of her neck, staring blankly at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Once out of the bathroom, Song Yi began pacing frantically around the room. Fortunately, the space was large enough and her slippers quiet enough that she didn’t make much noise.

In the novel “This Scumbag Alpha Always Love “Em and Leave “Em,” Omegas and Alphas could smell their own pheromones, but the intensity was completely different from how they perceived others’. Just like in the ordinary human world, people were always more familiar with their own scent—so much so that over time, they could no longer smell it on themselves while remaining sensitive to others’.

Being sensitive was normal, but Song Yi felt her current reaction to Zhou Zhou’s pheromones was excessive—like an intense craving, similar to how smokers yearn for cigarettes or addicts for drugs. It was beyond the normal range.

Earlier, when she was in the bathroom with Zhou Zhou, she had clearly caught the other’s pheromones—a crisp, sweet cherry fragrance that made her mouth water unconsciously. She even found herself entertaining the thought of getting closer to savor it.

She sounded like a pervert.

Song Yi suddenly wondered if the original scumbag Alpha still existed within her, sharing the same body. Otherwise, how could she, who had never had such desires before, suddenly develop such… indecent thoughts overnight.

Song Yi, oh Song Yi, get a grip.

As Song Yi paced back and forth in the room, Zhou Zhou had already removed her faded, rain-dampened clothes in the bathroom and stepped into the bathtub.

The water temperature Miss Song had adjusted for her was just right. She closed her eyes in comfort.

This moment stood in stark contrast to her past. At her previous ordinary school, she had lived in a dormitory—a 16-person room smaller than Miss Song’s bathroom. Hot water had to be fetched from a communal area, where long lines formed. Only boiling water was available, which had to be carried back in buckets to the dorm bathroom and mixed with cold water. The hot water supply was often cut off, and sometimes, to save time for studying, Zhou Zhou would simply wash with cold water. In summer, she would fill a bucket at noon, place it in the sunlit corridor with a black bag over it, and by the time she returned from afternoon classes, the water would be warm—comfortable enough for a bath.

Miss Song… She couldn’t keep thinking about Miss Song.

Zhou Zhou shook her head and quickened her pace. Miss Song had been caught in the rain too—she needed to hurry.

When Zhou Zhou emerged from the bathroom in a black nightgown, she nervously covered her chest with her hands. Song Yi was on the phone with Housekeeper Zhang, instructing her to send an Intelligent Machine to deliver the Inhibitors and Barrier Patches Dr. Ding had brought earlier.

“Understood, Miss Song. Also, while cleaning, I noticed a pair of… very worn cloth shoes on the second floor. Should I dispose of them for you?”

Without headphones, Song Yi had the call on speaker. Zhou Zhou, who had just stepped out, overheard Housekeeper Zhang’s question and held her breath.

She didn’t announce that she was done showering, standing silently by the bathroom door instead, her heart lodged in her throat. She had never felt so tense and embarrassed before.

As an orphan, she had no family background to speak of. Occasionally, she envied her better-off classmates when they discussed new releases from certain brands during breaks, saving up to buy them. But she had never been one to compare herself to others, nor did she care if people judged her for being too poor.

But at this moment, with Miss Song, she suddenly realized she could actually care too.

Song Yi stood by the window, which she had opened halfway, letting in the damp air. Gazing at the boundless night and the fine drizzling rain blending into it, her tone brooked no argument, “Deliver it together with the Inhibitor and Barrier patch. Package it properly and don’t let it get wet.”

Song Yi hung up immediately after speaking. Neither conversation with that butler Zhang had been pleasant. Rubbing her temples, she suddenly caught a whiff of sweet cherry fragrance, and her irritation gradually dissipated.

Turning around, she saw Zhou Zhou had already emerged from the bathroom. Her expression and tone softened unconsciously, “Done washing? Go rest in bed first.”