Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 27

Noodles?

Zhou Zhou was stunned for a long moment before she realized why Miss You had made such a request. In her hurry to leave that morning, she had left two bowls of noodles on the table. Miss You had asked if she could eat them.

Perhaps Miss You hadn’t had breakfast yet when she arrived, which was why she’d asked.

Zhou Zhou was well aware of her own cooking skills—they definitely weren’t as good as a professional chef’s. Miss You’s words were likely just to make her feel more at ease staying here these days.

Thinking about how she had accepted help from Miss Song and Miss You, and even made them worry about her, Zhou Zhou felt a pang of guilt. The best way to reassure them was to accept their kindness.

“If Miss You doesn’t mind,” Zhou Zhou murmured, lowering her head.

You Xuechu smiled. “I don’t mind. It’s strange, though—those two bowls of noodles weren’t particularly delicious, but I finished them anyway.”

“Especially that fried egg—it had a very unique shape.”

Zhou Zhou’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with shock.

Miss You had eaten both bowls? And noticed the shape of the fried egg?

She remembered hiding the naturally heart-shaped fried egg at the bottom of the bowl. The more she thought about it, the more it felt like a clumsy attempt to conceal her feelings.

“I… Miss You, I didn’t…” Zhou Zhou stumbled over her words, her mind in complete disarray.

Standing beside her, You Xuechu listened patiently, like an older sister, to her incoherent explanation, her expression tinged with helplessness.

“No need to explain,” You Xuechu interrupted when Zhou Zhou seemed at a loss.

“I won’t say anything to Song Yi.”

Zhou Zhou slowly exhaled in relief. Though Miss You hadn’t cleared up the misunderstanding, at least she had promised not to tell Miss Song.

“But, Zhou Zhou,” You Xuechu’s expression turned serious again as she asked, “do you really like Song Yi?”

Zhou Zhou instinctively shook her head.

She couldn’t like Miss Song. She just… just thought Miss Song was very kind. Miss Song had appeared when she needed help the most, and Zhou Zhou wanted to do something for her in return.

You Xuechu nodded thoughtfully, studying Zhou Zhou’s evasive gaze. Without pressing further, she simply said, “It’s for the best if you don’t like Song Yi.”

“Get some rest. Goodnight.” You Xuechu closed the door for Zhou Zhou and returned to her own room.

She couldn’t figure it out: Zhou Zhou’s denial might be due to fear—after all, the class gap between them was undeniable, and recklessly throwing herself into it would be foolish. But what about Song Yi? Song Yi had always been bold and unapologetic, playing freely and cutting ties once she’d had her fill, never looking back no matter how the other person felt. So why couldn’t she even admit to having feelings for Zhou Zhou?

They say everyone wears many faces, but You Xuechu believed Song Yi alone might have a thousand. No one should ever try to see through her.

…

Late at night, the Song family villa remained brightly lit. Song Yi, the woman rumored to have a thousand faces, was still seated at the dining table, staring at her phone, waiting for Zhou Zhou’s reply.

Even though You Xuechu was reliable, Song Yi wasn’t entirely at ease—especially after suspecting that You Xuechu might have feelings for Zhou Zhou.

Being friends with Zhou Zhou was fine, but falling in love was out of the question. After all, in the novel This Scumbag Alpha Always Love “Em and Leave “Ems, Zhou Zhou had her own official love interest—though this person appeared quite late in the story. After being toyed with and discarded by the original scumbag Alpha, Zhou Zhou went through the darkest period of her life. Yet she didn’t wallow in self-pity. Instead, she fought against her Omega instincts, forcibly breaking her admiration and absolute submission to Alphas. This defiance later reignited the scumbag Alpha’s desire to conquer her, leading to attempts to possess her again. The climax of the novel came when Zhou Zhou’s parents finally found her. Overnight, she transformed into the heiress of a powerful overseas family, with a high-profile fiancée who had been betrothed to her since childhood. The two joined forces, not only kicking the scumbag Alpha to the curb but also bringing down the entire Song family. The original scumbag Alpha met a deranged and tragic end—fitting retribution for all the evil she had committed.

Though Song Yi herself was perpetually single, she adored the kind of one-on-one, mutually devoted romance depicted in novels. After reading This Scumbag Alpha Always Love “Em and Leave “Ems, aside from finding the original scumbag Alpha utterly despicable and Zhou Zhou heartbreakingly resilient, Song Yi also felt that Zhou Zhou’s birth parents and fiancée had no flaws—except for showing up too late.

The novel didn’t devote much space to describing Zhou Zhou’s high-profile fiancée, but between the lines, it was clear this person genuinely loved Zhou Zhou, ached for her past, and was willing to care for her future. She was Zhou Zhou’s perfect match.

So much so that Song Yi felt anyone who might develop feelings for Zhou Zhou before this fiancée appeared was practically a potential homewrecker.

She knew this mindset bordered on obsession, but she chalked it up to her strong moral compass, completely unaware that she might be overlooking some other emotions.

Unconsciously, Song Yi had been sitting at the dining table for over two hours. She watched her phone battery drain from green to red without moving an inch. It wasn’t until hunger pangs struck that she finally got up. That afternoon, she and Zhou Zhou had cooked noodles at Ding Chen’s place, but they hadn’t made much, worried about leaving Ding Chen with nothing for the next meal.

Leaving her phone on the table, Song Yi walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Inside, she found a fresh stock of fruits and vegetables, neatly organized in transparent containers.

This had to be Zhou Zhou’s doing. On her very first day of work, her employer had an unexpected crisis, yet Zhou Zhou, as the housekeeper, hadn’t slacked off despite the disruption.

A faint smile tugged at Song Yi’s lips—until she remembered Zhou Zhou hadn’t replied to her messages, and the smile faded.

Had she fallen asleep from exhaustion?

But it was already past midnight. Sleeping at this hour was perfectly normal.

Song Yi rummaged through the fridge, then suddenly froze.

She couldn’t believe it. There, in the fridge, was a box of fresh cherries.

Zhou Zhou remembered she liked cherries!

The sight of them inevitably brought back that awkward moment—Song Yi happily munching on cherries in front of Zhou Zhou, even offering her some, only to see Zhou Zhou visibly flustered.

Song Yi wanted to slap her past self for that, yet Zhou Zhou had gone out of her way to prepare cherries for her.

Just like that, the frustration over Zhou Zhou’s unanswered messages melted away.

She took the cherries out of the fridge, washed them, and brought them to the dining table to eat as her meal.

One cherry after another was popped into her mouth, the mildly sweet juice bursting open in her mouth, delighting her taste buds as if her tongue were dancing.

But something still felt missing.

Still, it was much better than eating rice.

Song Yi took a photo of the half-eaten cherries and posted it on her social media with the caption: Cherries are delicious.

Within a minute of posting, there was a comment.

You Xuechu: Didn’t you used to dislike cherries?

Song Yi froze for a few seconds. She didn’t recall the novel mentioning this. If the original scumbag Alpha didn’t like cherries, why would she be drawn to Zhou Zhou, whose pheromones smelled like cherries?

Was it simply because Zhou Zhou was beautiful?

That reason seemed sufficient. In Song Yi’s mind, liking Zhou Zhou was perfectly normal.

Especially for someone like the original scumbag Alpha, who couldn’t resist tainting anything pure and innocent—making her even more despicable.

Song Yi didn’t reply, and You Xuechu commented again with a question mark cat emoji.

Song Yi tapped into her private chat with You Xuechu, surprised that You Xuechu hadn’t deleted the original scumbag Alpha.

Was it lingering nostalgia for their childhood friendship?

With mixed feelings, Song Yi thought: Maybe she could be a little friendlier to You Xuechu from now on.

Starting with replying to her message.

Cherries are delicious. I just didn’t know better before.

When You Xuechu saw Song Yi’s private message, she felt as if Song Yi had been possessed to say something self-deprecating like “I didn’t know better before.”

Are you okay? Did taking Zhou Zhou away upset you?

Mentioning Zhou Zhou made Song Yi’s heart twinge.

How is Zhou Zhou doing now?

As expected, Song Yi still cared about Zhou Zhou.

You Xuechu stared at Song Yi’s profile picture—a selfie of her side profile against a sunset, the fiery clouds resembling passionate roses. Song Yi’s head was slightly tilted back, eyes closed, her long lashes casting delicate shadows under the glow. Her high nose bridge and the small black mole on her nostril were particularly alluring.

There was a saying that women with moles on their nostrils were fickle and prone to romantic entanglements. You Xuechu had dismissed it as superstition, but now it seemed somewhat accurate when applied to Song Yi.

???, Song Yi sent three question marks.

You Xuechu snapped out of it, exiting Song Yi’s profile picture to reply.

Zhou Zhou is already resting.

She watched as the “typing” notification appeared and disappeared, wondering what Song Yi was hesitating about.

Zhou Zhou left her phone in your car. I’ll come get it tomorrow.

After a long pause, Song Yi replied.

Okay.

So, Zhou Zhou hadn’t replied to her messages because she didn’t have her phone!

Song Yi got up and walked to the yard where her car was parked. Opening the door, she found Zhou Zhou’s phone lying on the passenger seat. She bent down to pick it up, closed the door, and hummed a tune as she went back upstairs.

…

The next morning, Song Yi woke up at seven. After washing up, she sat in the living room, eating the remaining cherries from last night while waiting for You Xuechu to come pick up Zhou Zhou’s phone.

After finishing the last cherry, Song Yi grew bored of waiting.

A thought crossed her mind: Why wait for You Xuechu to come? She could deliver the phone to Zhou Zhou herself and check if Zhou Zhou was settling in well and happy at You Xuechu’s place.

So, Song Yi went upstairs again to grab a few things, took Zhou Zhou’s phone, and headed out. Her home was less than five hundred meters from You Xuechu’s place, yet she managed to stretch the walk to fifteen minutes. By the time she arrived, it wasn’t even eight in the morning yet.

Standing in front of You Xuechu’s villa, she suddenly realized she might have come a bit too early.

Were they even awaking yet?

Song Yi stood outside the deep black iron gate, flanked by walls in a hue somewhere between orange and light brick-red, entwined with green vines. Pale orange flower buds—unopened and unidentifiable—dotted the vines. She tilted her head up and noticed the curtains in one of the second-floor rooms had been drawn open.

For some reason, Song Yi felt that must be Zhou Zhou’s room. She knew Zhou Zhou was an early riser.

Should she ring the doorbell now?

Thinking it too early to disturb anyone, she decided to wait a little longer—at least until eight o’clock.

You Xuechu woke up at eight, roused by a tantalizing aroma. She hadn’t expected Zhou Zhou to be up so early making breakfast. Quickly getting out of bed, she pulled open the curtains and stood by the window, habitually gazing into the distance to relax her eyes. Unintentionally, she caught sight of a faint figure standing by the villa’s gate, mostly obscured by the wall, revealing only a sliver of shoulder and arm.

Could it be some shady character?

The “shady character,” Song Yi, checked the time and decided it was about right. Glancing up, she noticed the curtains in another second-floor room had also been opened, the lights inside now visible. No doubt, You Xuechu was up as well.

Song Yi backtracked a hundred meters, then leisurely strolled back toward the villa. Just as she reached the gate, You Xuechu stepped out first, swinging the iron door open and scanning the surroundings. When she spotted Song Yi, she froze in obvious surprise.

“What brings you here?”

You Xuechu couldn’t hide her astonishment, calling out from a distance. Song Yi, who could usually laze in bed until afternoon—was this a positive side effect of her early rut?

Song Yi raised her hand, and Zhou Zhou’s phone glinted in the eight o’clock morning sunlight, momentarily blinding You Xuechu, who lifted a hand to shield her eyes.

“Sorry,” Song Yi apologized, stopping in front of You Xuechu. “You were probably about to come get Zhou Zhou’s phone from me, right? Well, I saved you the trip—here it is.”

“Mm.” You Xuechu took a few seconds to blink her eyes open again.

“Since you’re here, don’t you want to come in and see Zhou Zhou?” You Xuechu asked thoughtfully. Surely, Song Yi had come all this way because she wanted to see her.

Song Yi nodded and was about to step inside when You Xuechu suddenly raised a hand to stop her.

Confused, Song Yi asked, “Changed your mind?”

“No.” You Xuechu chuckled, then peered outside again. “Earlier, from my room, I saw someone suspicious lurking by the gate. Did you notice anyone shady on your way here?”

Earlier… by the gate… Song Yi thought for a moment. Wasn’t that her?

Song Yi shook her head vigorously. “Nope, must’ve been your imagination.”

With that, she swiftly slipped past You Xuechu into the villa. A delicate fragrance wafted through the air—it smelled like Zhou Zhou’s cooking.

You Xuechu remained rooted in place, doubting her own eyes. She was slightly nearsighted—could she have misseen? This gated community had strict security; random people couldn’t just wander in.

Snapping out of it, she watched as Song Yi hurried forward, taking the steps three at a time. You Xuechu was stunned—she’d never seen Song Yi move like this before.

Was it because she hadn’t completely gotten what she wanted that made her restless, or was it also due to her being in heat?

You Xuechu, worried about Song Yi who was still in heat being alone with Zhou Zhou, quickly followed them inside.

Upon entering, she found Song Yi wasn’t bothering Zhou Zhou at all. Zhou Zhou was serving noodles while Song Yi stood watching from outside the kitchen.

You Xuechu walked over, her footsteps deliberately loud and clear.

Zhou Zhou suddenly turned around, “Miss You, the noodles are ready…”

“They’re… ready to eat.” Zhou Zhou said the second half while looking at Song Yi.

You Xuechu saw the delight in Zhou Zhou’s eyes and the smile on her lips – this was the first time Zhou Zhou had smiled since coming to her house.

Because of Song Yi.