Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 22

If it weren’t for the genuine warmth in Song Yi’s eyes—clear and untainted—Zhou Zhou would have thought, she was being verbally harassed and flirted with.

Song Yi’s gaze lingered on Zhou Zhou’s face for only a moment before turning back to the wardrobe, silently calculating whether the array of dresses would be enough for Zhou Zhou’s summer needs. Adding more might only trigger Zhou Zhou’s underlying fears and unnecessary suspicions.

To put Zhou Zhou at ease, she added, “These are all part of the villa butler’s benefits. Everything in this room is yours to use freely.”

Zhou Zhou could only nod in response, realizing for the first time that such a dream job actually existed in the world.

Not hearing a reply, Song Yi glanced over and saw Zhou Zhou nodding. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, suddenly feeling like one of those unscrupulous companies that lured employees with excessive perks and empty promises—something that might scare Zhou Zhou off.

Just as she was contemplating how to rephrase her words, Zhou Zhou spoke up.

“Miss Song, did you come to give me work instructions?”

Song Yi was instantly transported back to her pre-transmigration days as a corporate boss, her expression turning serious in reflex.

“Nothing major. Villa butlers have access to specialized contacts. I just had Butler Zhang compile a list of all the suppliers and service providers previously associated with this villa.”

She pulled out a sleek, deep-black smartphone from her pocket and handed it directly to Zhou Zhou. “All the information you’ll need for work should be in here. There’s no password set yet—you can configure it yourself.”

Zhou Zhou hesitated, but now, with Miss Song placing this phone in her hands, it felt like she was being handed a fully prepared, trustworthy team. The weight on her shoulders seemed to lighten instantly.

Song Yi opened the meticulously organized contacts for Zhou Zhou to see. “This is for housekeeping, this is for nannies, this is for repairs…”

Zhou Zhou was dazzled by the sheer comprehensiveness of the categories, covering nearly every aspect of daily life—each with backup options in case the first choice was unavailable.

Suddenly, Song Yi coughed lightly and swiftly withdrew the phone.

Confused but not daring to ask, Zhou Zhou waited quietly.

At that moment, Song Yi felt a pang of guilt. She quickly deleted two folders labeled “Booked” and “Pending,” double-checking that nothing inappropriate remained before showing Zhou Zhou again.

She had nearly forgotten—as the villa butler for the original Scumbag Alpha, her duties had included sourcing entertainment, conducting preliminary screenings, and arranging meetings if the original owner approved.

It was more absurd than an emperor selecting concubines in ancient times.

Thankfully, she’d acted fast. Zhou Zhou probably hadn’t seen anything, right?

Once certain everything was clean, Song Yi continued her explanation. Standing half a head taller, she instinctively leaned down, holding the phone at a comfortable height for Zhou Zhou to view. Zhou Zhou focused intently, but Song Yi’s mind began to wander.

For no particular reason, she caught another whiff of sweet cherry fragrance and swallowed hard.

Her gaze involuntarily shifted from the phone screen to the nape of Zhou Zhou’s neck, hidden beneath long black hair—where that intoxicating cherry scent emanated from.

Song Yi’s thoughts grew hazy, her vision blurring. An inexplicable restlessness surged within her, her body temperature rising rapidly.

This feeling was truly unsettling. Song Yi clenched her phone tightly, her finger pressing the power button until the screen went black. Zhou Zhou, who had been intently reading the information she needed, turned her head in confusion. Suddenly, a weight descended on her shoulder, accompanied by rough, heavy breaths that pierced through her hair and pressed against the sensitive nape of her Omega neck.

Zhou Zhou felt her scalp tingle as a dominant aroma of red wine enveloped her. She froze, both nervous and terrified, her eyes squeezing shut in panic.

Song Yi retained a sliver of rationality. With great restraint, she lifted her head from Zhou Zhou’s shoulder and neck, her fingers brushing aside the long hair that obscured the Omega’s fair skin and alluring scent gland.

Through her hazy vision, she noticed that the barrier patch on the gland had loosened, no longer sealing tightly, allowing pheromones to leak out.

Swallowing hard, Song Yi trembled as her fingers lightly traced the edges of the Omega’s delicate gland before carefully resealing the barrier patch.

Gradually, Zhou Zhou regained her ability to move. Though she sensed danger in Miss Song’s current state, she didn’t immediately pull away. Instead, she asked with concern, “Miss Song, are you alright?”

Song Yi opened her eyes, and Zhou Zhou flinched backward in fright.

The Miss Song before her now seemed like a completely different person. Her once clear, dark eyes were now bloodshot, brimming with a violent, overwhelming desire.

Seeing Zhou Zhou’s frightened reaction, Song Yi regained some semblance of control. Suppressing the turmoil within, she shoved her fogged-up phone into Zhou Zhou’s hands and muttered, “Lock the door,” before bolting out of the room.

Song Yi fled to her own room in disarray, locking the door behind her before rushing to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. Only then did she feel somewhat awake.

What had just happened to her?

Leaning against the pristine sink, Song Yi raised her gaze to the mirror. The reflection staring back bore her likeness, but the eyes—especially the expression—were entirely foreign.

It was the original scumbag Alpha. The remnants of that persona were still affecting her.

A wave of panic washed over Song Yi. Part of the original scumbag Alpha’s soul still lingered within her, fighting for control over her body.

She stood before the mirror for a long time, watching as the bloodshot streaks in her eyes slowly faded. Finally, she exhaled in relief.

This time, she had won. But what if the original scumbag Alpha resurfaced again?

If she failed to suppress it, the plot would revert to its original course—the scumbag Alpha would claim Zhou Zhou completely.

The thought of the novel’s original storyline sent a cold sweat down Song Yi’s back.

After calming herself, she left the bathroom and retrieved an Inhibitor. Without hesitation, she injected herself twice. Tiny red dots formed on her skin, droplets of bl00d seeping out and spreading. She didn’t bother reaching for a cotton swab to stop the bleeding, instead urgently grabbing her phone to call Ding Chen.

Ding Chen was just preparing for bed when the phone rang. Sitting up, she glanced at the caller ID—Song Yi—and answered with practiced indifference. She was already accustomed to this.

Undoubtedly, this pleasure-seeking, consequence-ignoring Alpha had gotten herself into another mess.

“Miss Song, do you need me to come over now?” Ding Chen stood up, packing her medical kit in preparation for a house call to Song Yi’s villa.

The question gave Song Yi pause. After a moment, she replied, “No need. I just have a question for you, Dr. Ding.”

“Alright.” Ding Chen responded, somewhat surprised that this time she wasn’t being summoned for a house call, and even more curious about what question her wealthy employer could possibly have to ask late at night.

“Tonight, I suddenly felt restless and agitated inside. It took two doses of inhibitor to suppress it. Doctor Ding, what’s happening to me?” Song Yi omitted the part where she nearly forced herself on Zhou Zhou like a beast.

Ding Chen fell silent. This situation was somewhat unexpected.

“Doctor Ding?”

Snapping out of her thoughts, Ding Chen apologized before continuing professionally, “Is there an omega with you right now?”

“Yes, Zhou Zhou is still here,” Song Yi answered truthfully.

Ding Chen grew even more puzzled. Since Song Yi had an omega right beside her, why would she be experiencing such distress?

“Doctor Ding, what exactly is wrong with me? Is there any way to get rid of this condition?” Song Yi’s voice was impatient, her mind in turmoil.

Ding Chen didn’t rush to conclusions. She pulled out her detailed medical records of Song Yi’s previous examinations before arriving at a diagnosis: Song Yi was clearly showing signs of a rut cycle.

Holding the open file folder, she stood gazing at the scattered lights outside the window. “It’s nothing serious, Miss Song. No need to worry. You’re likely experiencing a disrupted rut cycle—it’s come early.”

“…Rut cycle?”

It took Song Yi three full seconds to remember what a rut cycle was. Omegas had their heat periods, while alphas had rut cycles—no wonder she’d been on the verge of losing control, nearly giving that scumbag Alpha’s original personality a chance to resurface.

“According to your previous data, this rut cycle has arrived seven days early. You…” Ding Chen seemed unable to continue, clearing her throat awkwardly. “Miss Song may have been… overindulging in certain activities recently.”

Actually, there were two possible causes for a disrupted rut cycle: excessive indulgence or extreme abstinence. Given Song Yi’s past behavior, Ding Chen naturally assumed it was the former.

This time, Song Yi was the one who fell silent. She stared blankly at the half-dried bl00d droplets on her arm.

So… did she truly harbor those unspeakable desires toward Zhou Zhou?