Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 19

You Xuechu looked at Zhou Zhou with a faint gaze.

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” Zhou Zhou nodded, her peripheral glance checking Miss Song’s expression.

You Xuechu sighed softly. “Do you really know what kind of person Song Yi is? To trust her so easily…”

Song Yi tensed at these words—this was precisely the question she’d always wanted to ask herself. She instinctively turned to Zhou Zhou, only to find Zhou Zhou already looking back at her. She quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to influence Zhou Zhou’s response.

Where their wrists touched, body warmth transferred between them, but Song Yi was too nervous to remember she was still holding Zhou Zhou’s hand.

Zhou Zhou quietly absorbed the warmth from her, then calmly replied to You Xuechu, “Though I haven’t spent much time with Miss Song, I trust my genuine feelings about her.”

Her tone was even firmer than before.

She had doubted Miss Song too, but countless moments had convinced her that Miss Song was absolutely not some scheming villain. Otherwise, the only things worth coveting on her would be her pretty face and alluring figure—Miss Song wouldn’t have remained indifferent during her heat. To suppress their physiological urges, Miss Song had even used Inhibitors and Barrier patches alongside her. If Miss Song had ulterior motives, Zhou Zhou wouldn’t still be… herself.

On the contrary, Miss Song had consistently helped her, appearing whenever she was most in need.

When she was nearly assaulted by those Alphas.

When she emerged from her high school gates, lost in the crowd.

Even at lunch, Miss Song had only asked which restaurant tasted better—it was Zhou Zhou who’d offered to treat. Remembering how Miss Song had happily eaten those meals worth mere dozens of yuan, Zhou Zhou’s lips curled into an unconscious smile.

And later, the ¥2.50 ice cream that Miss Song had savored with equal delight.

Miss Song seemed… remarkably easy to please. For someone wealthy, these behaviors were strange, but Zhou Zhou was glad for that strangeness—it let her repay Miss Song in these small, insignificant ways.

You Xuechu absorbed Zhou Zhou’s words, noting the steadfast trust in her gaze when she looked at Song Yi.

This girl was already deeply under Song Yi’s spell.

She knew further persuasion would be pointless. Reaching into her crisp white suit pants, she produced a business card and handed it to Zhou Zhou.

“Take it. If you change your mind, contact me anytime.”

Zhou Zhou froze, hesitant to accept.

Song Yi thought it wouldn’t hurt for Zhou Zhou to gain another reliable friend. She moved to pat Zhou Zhou’s shoulder in encouragement, then abruptly realized she had no free hands—one was carrying Zhou Zhou’s travel bag, the other still gripping Zhou Zhou’s wrist.

Her mind blanked momentarily before she hastily released Zhou Zhou’s hand. When Zhou Zhou looked at her questioningly, she forced a slightly stiff smile. “Take it.”

You Xuechu raised an eyebrow at Song Yi’s lack of objection, then stared in disbelief at the shabby travel bag in Song Yi’s grasp.

The old Song Yi would never deign to touch anything beneath her status—except pretty girls.

While bringing girls home was routine for Song Yi, carrying such an unrefined bag was unprecedented. Given Song Yi’s temperament, she should have coaxed the girl to discard it and bought new replacements instead.

While You Xuechu was still puzzled, Zhou Zhou reached out to take the business card from her hand. After glancing at it, she politely said, “Thank you, Miss You.”

You Xuechu snapped out of her thoughts, feeling deeply distressed: How could such a sweet girl fall for Song Yi?

“If Song Yi treats you poorly, remember to contact me directly,” You Xuechu couldn’t help but advise before leaving. She hoped Zhou Zhou would know when to cut her losses and not endure the same deep wounds and messy ending she had.

Having been with Song Yi before, she knew all too well the kind of games she liked to play—games Zhou Zhou might not be able to handle.

“Thank you,” Zhou Zhou replied, holding the card with both hands.

As You Xuechu turned to leave, she glanced back uneasily. Her gaze inevitably lingered on Song Yi, and she suddenly realized how unusually quiet Song Yi had been all evening. Even with all the bad things said about her, Song Yi hadn’t uttered a word.

Something wasn’t right.

…

Song Yi watched as You Xuechu left the courtyard. The villa’s automatic gate closed behind her. You Xuechu and the original Scumbag Alpha had grown up together and even shared a brief romantic past, so it wasn’t surprising that she could come and go freely.

But Zhou Zhou didn’t know the full story.

Seeing the deep, contemplative look in Miss Song’s eyes as she watched Miss You’s retreating figure, Zhou Zhou belatedly realized that the two must have been very close—at least at some point. What their relationship had now remained unclear.

Zhou Zhou’s mind raced with wild guesses, piecing together clichéd drama tropes she’d heard from classmates—tangled threads of love that usually ended in reconciliation.

Miss You seemed like the same type of person as Miss Song: poised, elegant, exuding the confidence of someone born into privilege. Even the colors of their clothes matched.

White and off-white, under the hazy glow of the lights, almost looked like couple outfits.

They really did suit each other. Zhou Zhou lifted her gaze to Miss Song, waiting for her to look away from the distance.

When Song Yi finally snapped out of it, she found Zhou Zhou watching her. She adjusted the travel bag in her hand and said, “Let’s go upstairs and pick a room.”

Zhou Zhou reached out to take the bag herself, but Song Yi didn’t hand it over, carrying it ahead instead.

“There are plenty of rooms on the second and third floors. If you don’t mind staying alone, you can take the master bedroom on the third floor. But if you’re afraid—”

“I’m afraid.”

It was the first time Zhou Zhou had interrupted her. Song Yi paused mid-step and turned back, softening at the genuine fear in Zhou Zhou’s eyes.

“Then you can stay on the second floor with me. But it’ll have to be a side room—smaller than the master bedroom.”

“…A side room is fine too,” Zhou Zhou murmured, biting her lip.

Living in such a grand villa was something Zhou Zhou had never dared to imagine before. Her limited experiences had constrained even her dreams.

Remembering that Zhou Zhou had always lived in shared dormitories and might struggle with solitude, Song Yi only showed her the three available rooms near her own, ensuring Zhou Zhou could reach her quickly if needed.

Being close by would make it less frightening.

The three rooms were similar, with only slight differences in orientation and distance from the master bedroom.

“Zhou Zhou, think it over and pick the one you like best.”

Song Yi bent down to place the travel bag against the wall, then straightened up. “No rush. There’s still time before bed. Let’s get some dinner first.”

With that, she turned to head downstairs.

“Miss Song.” Zhou Zhou suddenly called out to her from behind, “I’ve made my choice.”

Song Yi turned around, looking slightly surprised. “Which one?”

Truthfully, Song Yi already had a guess in her heart. Among the subtle differences, the safest side bedroom should be the one diagonally across from the master bedroom.

“I want to stay in this one.” Zhou Zhou pointed to the side bedroom that was only separated from the master bedroom by a single wall.

Even if they weren’t in the same room, she still wanted to be closer to Miss Song.