Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 29

Song Yi turned to tend to her wound, and soon Zhou Zhou followed, trailing behind with a grasshopper stained with a bit of bl00d in hand.

You Xuechu leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the two of them with a slight shake of her head.

After a while, she also stepped inside and inadvertently spotted a rather beautiful little grasshopper lying on the floor—lush green with a fresh grassy scent, so lifelike. You Xuechu bent down to pick it up.

It must have been folded by Zhou Zhou, she thought. Song Yi probably couldn’t make something this pretty.

Song Yi rinsed her wound at the kitchen sink while Zhou Zhou silently watched from behind. When the wound turned pale from the water, Song Yi turned off the tap.

Turning around, she saw Zhou Zhou handing her a clean tissue to dry her hands. Song Yi accepted it with a smile and wiped her hands dry.

Then she watched as Zhou Zhou peeked out from the kitchen and asked You Xuechu, who was lounging bored in the living room, “Miss You, do we have a first-aid kit at home?”

Unsurprisingly, You Xuechu teased, “That tiny wound will heal on its own if you don’t treat it soon.” The jab wasn’t aimed at Zhou Zhou—Song Yi knew it was directed at her.

“I’m fine, Zhou Zhou,” Song Yi said, reaching out to pat Zhou Zhou’s head. Zhou Zhou instinctively lowered her head as if dodging, and Song Yi quickly withdrew her hand.

Despite her sarcasm, You Xuechu still got up to fetch the first-aid kit and placed it on the table, calling out, “Zhou Zhou, here.”

“Thank you, Miss You,” Zhou Zhou said gratefully.

You Xuechu glanced at Song Yi, who also sincerely said, “Thank you.”

You Xuechu turned her head away, no longer looking at her, and picked up the remote. The living room TV screen lit up—it was Animal World.

“Spring has arrived, and it’s time for animals to…” You Xuechu quickly changed the channel to the news, where a groundbreaking report was airing.

“The You Corporation is currently in talks with the foreign pharmaceutical organization Anji Tech, potentially reaching a collaboration. It is reported that Anji Tech has recently developed a new drug that can effectively help Omegas better control their pheromones and reduce the influence and control of Alphas. This news has sparked heated discussions domestically and internationally. In a society where Alphas dominate, Anji Tech’s research undoubtedly challenges Alpha authority. Many Alphas have spontaneously united in opposition, while more Omegas actively support it…”

You Xuechu thought to herself that if this drug were truly developed, it would significantly compensate for the physiological disadvantages of Omegas, freeing them from Alpha oppression and protecting many inherently vulnerable Omegas. Even if it couldn’t completely shield them from harm by people like “Song Yi,” it could at least minimize the damage.

In the past, You Xuechu would have quickly changed the channel if she saw her parents on TV. But this collaboration held epoch-making significance, so she kept watching.

After the host finished the report, the screen switched to a handshake and conversation between the head of the You Corporation and a representative from Anji Tech.

For the first time in a long while, You Xuechu saw her parents on the TV screen—two elders past their fifties, well-preserved and not showing their age. Perhaps because this collaboration promised immense economic benefits, their faces were piled with smiles, brighter than the sun outside.

She couldn’t suppress the nausea rising in her heart again.

The angle shifted, revealing the woman shaking hands with her parents now facing the camera. Her wheatish complexion, deep-set eyes, and indescribable eye color exuded both determination and remarkable tolerance. She conversed with her parents with impeccable manners—poised yet transcendent—clearly of mixed heritage from some unknown country.

You Xuechu found herself staring a few moments longer. Since Song Yi and Zhou Zhou were busy, watching the news was her only way to pass the time.

The segment covered international markets, with everyone speaking English. It reminded You Xuechu of childhood trips abroad where her parents had shown her the world. Back then, she hadn’t realized they were grooming an heir—only that being with them made her happy.

Even now, she had no interest in business affairs. She’d simply never grown into the person they’d hoped for.

Her gaze lingered on the mixed-race woman on screen—this was the ideal her parents had envisioned for her.

Suddenly, she saw her mother abruptly ask the woman, “Miss An, are you currently single? I have a daughter studying at university back home, just a few years younger than you…”

The woman seemed caught off guard, surprise flickering briefly in her eyes before composure returned. She raised her left hand, revealing a modest silver ring on her middle finger.

Anyone could tell this signaled an engagement, yet her mother pressed on: “Miss An, you’re engaged so young?”

“Arranged by our families in childhood. My apologies,” the woman replied.

Even through the screen, You Xuechu cringed so hard her scalp prickled. She couldn’t bear it any longer and turned off the TV immediately.

Was her social awkwardness really so concerning that they’d scout for partners at international business meetings?!

On the opposite sofa, Song Yi and Zhou Zhou were rummaging through the first aid kit for band-aids, finally finding some buried at the bottom. Zhou Zhou carefully applied one for her.

When the TV abruptly silenced the room, both instinctively looked toward You Xuechu. Her face was inexplicably flushed, eyes burning with anger and something else Song Yi couldn’t decipher.

A thought struck Song Yi—was You Xuechu actually interested in Zhou Zhou? Was this jealousy over a simple band-aid application?

Zhou Zhou reached a similar conclusion, worrying she’d overstepped by tending to Miss Song’s injury instead of letting You Xuechu help. She quickly put distance between herself and Song Yi.

“Why are you both staring at me?” You Xuechu demanded.

“Go shower. Weren’t you complaining about bugs in the grass?” She propped her elbows on the table, clumsily covering her reddening face.

This was mortifying. Song Yi and Zhou Zhou had definitely heard her mother’s televised attempt at matchmaking.

Zhou Zhou nodded hastily and retreated upstairs without another glance at Song Yi.

Song Yi remained, still watching. You Xuechu glared. “You can use your old room again tonight.”

“Thanks,” Song Yi said awkwardly before following upstairs.

Left alone in the living room, You Xuechu stewed in embarrassment until checking the time. She texted the Villa Butler: The housekeeper can come cook now. Bring fresh ingredients.

The villa butler was surprised when she saw the message, as Miss You rarely contacted her. It was usually the butler who, worried about Miss You being alone at home, would visit under the pretext of checking if the villa facilities needed maintenance to see how Miss You was doing. Miss You never made things difficult for her.

She replied: Rest assured, Miss You, I’ll arrange it right away.

Song Yi went upstairs to the second floor, trying hard to recall which room the original scumbag Alpha had used. Unfortunately, she couldn’t remember anything—when she read the novel, she hadn’t paid attention to such details, especially those concerning the original scumbag Alpha.

Zhou Zhou went upstairs to her room to take a quick shower. Seeing that it was almost noon and time to prepare lunch, she didn’t want to delay. After showering, she changed into a clean set of orange loungewear that the villa butler had delivered the night before.

She quickly tidied up, leaving her hair in a neat little bun—since it wasn’t messy, she didn’t bother taking it down. Eager to head downstairs and start cooking, she was surprised to see Miss Song pacing back and forth in the hallway outside, as if searching for something.

“Miss Song?” Zhou Zhou called out in delight. She had assumed Miss Song would return to her own home to shower and hadn’t expected her to still be here.

Song Yi noticed Zhou Zhou in her comfortable loungewear and mentally reminded herself to prepare some for her as well. Zhou Zhou’s hair was tied up in an adorable little bun—the first time Song Yi had seen her with all her hair pulled back, revealing her smooth, full forehead and the fair skin of her nape.

Her gaze lingered before she asked, “Can I borrow your room to take a shower?”

Zhou Zhou hesitated but nodded. Time was tight, so she quickly said, “This is the room. Please make yourself at home, Miss Song. I need to go downstairs to cook.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to leave, but Song Yi grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

“Miss Song?” Zhou Zhou stiffened.

Song Yi pulled Zhou Zhou into the room and pressed her against the door. Leaning close to her ear, she whispered, “The barrier patch—you forgot again.”

Zhou Zhou reached up to touch the back of her neck. Miss Song had her pinned against the wall, the space cramped and the air thin. She explained softly, “I didn’t forget. I just don’t have any with me. The ones you gave me were left at home. I left in a hurry last time and didn’t bring them.”

“I have some here.” Song Yi reached into her pocket—she had made a trip upstairs earlier that morning specifically to fetch them.

With one hand cradling the back of Zhou Zhou’s head, Song Yi guided her to lean forward, burying her face against her shoulder. Zhou Zhou’s warm breath seeped through the thin fabric of Song Yi’s shirt, tingling against her skin.

Had Zhou Zhou been wearing lipstick, she might have left a kiss mark on Song Yi’s warm yellow blouse.

Applying a barrier patch should have been a simple task—just peel off the backing and stick it on, taking less than a minute. But Song Yi moved slowly.

Zhou Zhou heard the sound of Miss Song peeling open the packaging, but the exposed scent gland on her nape remained uncovered for a long time. She could even feel Miss Song’s heated breath against her skin, making her squirm uneasily.

Miss Song also buried her face against Zhou Zhou’s shoulder, their pulses pressed close.

“Don’t move. Give me five minutes.” Song Yi quietly inhaled the faint cherry scent emanating from Zhou Zhou’s Omega gland. The concentration was low, so there was no need to worry about You Xuechu downstairs catching a whiff.

Zhou Zhou’s heart raced, but she obediently closed her eyes.

She realized Miss Song needed the comfort of her pheromones. She had promised Dr. Ding to take good care of Miss Song and shouldn’t have left in the first place. But Miss Song was afraid of hurting her, and Zhou Zhou didn’t want to make things difficult for her—that was why she had come to stay at Miss You’s place for a few days.

Now Miss Song needed her—just five minutes, merely five minutes. No matter what, she had to fulfill this request.

Song Yi buried her face against Zhou Zhou’s neck, inhaling the sweet cherry fragrance. Her mind gradually calmed, and compared to yesterday, she had much better control. The original Scumbag Alpha showed no signs of stirring either.

Time flowed quietly. Zhou Zhou sensed that more than five minutes had passed, yet she didn’t remind Song Yi, who was completely immersed and had lost track of time.

Until You Xuechu’s voice sounded outside the door, “Song Yi?”

The two swiftly separated, each hurriedly straightening their clothes with an inexplicable tension akin to being caught in an affair.

“Strange, where’s Song Yi?” You Xuechu paced puzzledly outside Zhou Zhou’s door. She had just come from the room Song Yi used to sleep in—Song Yi wasn’t there. Concerned about Zhou Zhou, she decided to check.

Approaching Zhou Zhou’s door, she caught a faint whiff of cherry fragrance and quickly realized it was Zhou Zhou’s pheromones.

You Xuechu had a unique constitution—indifferent to Omega pheromones, she preferred relationships with Alphas.

She knocked on the door. “Zhou Zhou, are you alright?”

Through the soundproof door, Zhou Zhou’s flushed voice replied, “I’m fine.”

“Song Yi hasn’t been bothering you, has she?”

Zhou Zhou lowered her head, stealing a glance at Miss Song from the corner of her eye. “No.”

“That’s good.”

Song Yi: “…”

Her reputation in You Xuechu’s mind was truly terrible. Yet here she was, in Zhou Zhou’s room, and Zhou Zhou’s lie only made the atmosphere more awkward.

Song Yi genuinely felt the illusion of having an affair.