Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 31

Song Yi’s deep pupils suddenly dilated at this moment. The anxiety that had been suppressed in her heart for so long slowly dissipated, and even the insomnia that had been troubling her earlier now seemed endearing.

 

She blinked. Under the moonlight, Zhou Zhou was still there, standing outside the wrought-iron gate with intricate patterns, gazing longingly toward the fountain. Song Yi understood that Zhou Zhou had come to see the fountain, but she didn’t have the key or fingerprint access, nor was her facial recognition registered.

 

Song Yi immediately turned and ran out of the spacious room, dashing downstairs.

 

Zhou Zhou had been standing outside the gate for over ten minutes, unable to enter or see the fountain’s scenery, gradually losing heart.

 

“Looks like I won’t get to see it today. Maybe another time,” she thought.

 

Her hands slipped from the iron gate as she prepared to turn and leave.

 

Suddenly, the villa’s front door opened from inside. In the bright light, Song Yi stepped out.

 

“Zhou Zhou!” Song Yi called.

 

Zhou Zhou paused mid-step and turned sharply. “…Miss Song.”

 

Song Yi quickened her pace, reaching the gate in a few strides. She opened it and pulled Zhou Zhou inside.

 

Distracted, Zhou Zhou stumbled from the sudden pull. Song Yi swiftly reached out to steady her, pulling Zhou Zhou into her embrace.

 

The summer night was silent. This villa district had few insect sounds, leaving their heartbeats as the clearest sound in the moment.

 

“Thump-thump—thump-thump—”

 

Song Yi attributed her racing heart to her hurried arrival and unsteady breathing. But Zhou Zhou blushed at the sound, quickly extricating herself from Miss Song’s arms once steady.

 

“Miss Song, I…” Zhou Zhou lowered her head, grateful for the dim evening light that hopefully hid her flustered expression.

 

Unaware of Zhou Zhou’s thoughts, Song Yi simply assumed she wanted to explain her nighttime visit to see the fountain. Smiling, she directly led Zhou Zhou to a room on the villa’s first floor.

 

The room contained electronic equipment Zhou Zhou had never encountered before. Bewildered, she didn’t understand why Miss Song had brought her here.

 

Noticing her confusion, Song Yi explained with a smile, “I’m registering your information so you can freely enter and exit all the villas from now on.”

 

“What?” Zhou Zhou was stunned.

 

Song Yi guided her to an electronic panel, captured her image, and completed the facial recognition—all in less than a minute.

 

Zhou Zhou stared at her startled expression on the screen.

 

“Want to retake it?” Song Yi asked gently, knowing most women cared about permanent photos looking their best.

 

After deleting the first attempt, Song Yi patiently waited for Zhou Zhou to adjust her expression, capturing the image when Zhou Zhou finally relaxed into a smile.

 

“Perfect. This one’s beautiful.”

 

Leaving the room, Zhou Zhou still felt dazed.

 

Miss Song had just registered her biometrics, granting her free access to the villas—the same privilege as Miss You.

 

No, no—how could she compare to Miss You? Miss You was Song Yi’s former lover, with signs of reconciliation, while she was merely the villa butler. Surely Miss Song did this just for work convenience.

 

Thinking this, Zhou Zhou tightened her grip on the two grass-woven butterflies in her palm.

 

Meanwhile, Song Yi’s thoughts were on an entirely different wavelength. Enthusiastically, she took Zhou Zhou’s wrist and led her toward the garden fountain.

 

Zhou Zhou had come to see the fountain, so Song Yi took her to see the fountain without another thought.

 

As Miss Song held her wrist and led her forward, Zhou Zhou’s heart ached with bittersweet emotions.

 

“You’ll soon see for yourself what the fountain looks like at night,” Song Yi said excitedly, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

 

Zhou Zhou composed herself, not wanting Miss Song to notice her gloomy little thoughts.

 

As they drew closer to the fountain, Zhou Zhou noticed Miss Song slowing her pace. Nervousness crept in as she stepped onto the stone slabs spaced about ten centimeters apart. The sound of her footsteps was unexpectedly like piano keys, a completely different experience from daytime.

 

Suddenly, Miss Song stopped with her. The dormant fountain abruptly lit up in blue and purple hues, its central platform shooting up floral-shaped water columns that shimmered with flowing fluorescence under the night sky. Beyond the sound of flowing water, intermittent “drip-drop” sounds could be heard.

 

The magnificent symphony of the night had begun. Zhou Zhou watched unblinkingly. She had seen fountains in squares before, but none as breathtakingly beautiful as this. Had she not met Miss Song, she might never have witnessed such a sight in her lifetime.

 

Zhou Zhou regarded Miss Song as her life’s benefactor, filled with gratitude. Yet she despised herself for harboring inappropriate feelings toward her. Miss Song had been so kind to her, just as Miss You had—yet she…

 

Zhou Zhou clenched her right hand at her side. The two butterfly hairpins in her palm pressed sharply against her skin, their wings cutting into her flesh. A piercing pain shot through her.

 

No matter how beautiful the scenery before her, it felt stolen—never truly hers.

 

Bl00d seeped from her palm and dripped into the soil, merging with the earth. Zhou Zhou prepared to bid Miss Song farewell and leave.

 

Unaware of Zhou Zhou’s thoughts, Song Yi felt this moment and scene were perfect for making a wish. She had seen in videos how tossing a coin into a fountain could complete a simple wishing ritual and wondered if Zhou Zhou had ever tried it.

 

Turning her head, Song Yi asked, “Zhou Zhou, do you want to make a wish?”

 

“A wish?” Zhou Zhou masked the sorrow in her eyes when she looked at Miss Song.

 

“Yes, a wish.” Song Yi released Zhou Zhou’s wrist and instinctively reached into her pocket, surprised to find a handful of coins.

 

Was this some hidden perk of transmigrating into a novel?

 

System? She tentatively called out in her mind, but no legendary system responded.

 

She didn’t dwell on it. Being able to make a wish was enough.

 

“Zhou Zhou, give me your hand,” Song Yi said eagerly.

 

Zhou Zhou didn’t comply, tightening her grip on the butterfly hairpins in her concealed hand. After a long pause, she raised her uninjured hand. “Miss Song, just one coin will do.”

 

Song Yi blinked, then laughed. “One isn’t enough—at least three.” She placed three coins in Zhou Zhou’s palm.

 

Though each coin was only worth one yuan, even this had once been a luxury for Zhou Zhou.

 

“Why aren’t you making a wish?” Song Yi asked with concern.

 

Zhou Zhou stared at the three silver coins in her palm and whispered, “Will it really come true?”

 

“It will.” Song Yi thought of the original novel’s ending—Zhou Zhou’s wishes had all been fulfilled, though not without suffering along the way.

 

“I promise,” Song Yi said firmly.

 

Now that she had transmigrated into this world, she would ensure not only that all of Zhou Zhou’s wishes came true in the end, but also that she would be spared from harm.

 

Zhou Zhou’s heart pounded with a flurry of emotions, desperately hoping Miss Song’s words were true.

 

She closed her eyes earnestly and made a wish.

 

After the college entrance exam results come out and I fill out my applications, I hope to be admitted to a good university.

 

Zhou Zhou opened her eyes and tossed the first coin into the beautiful fountain.

 

After graduation, may I find a good job and live a stable life.

 

The second coin.

 

May I find someone who loves me as I love them, and stay together till old age.

 

The third coin also sank into the fountain, splashing up tiny droplets.

 

When Zhou Zhou opened her eyes, she felt an inexplicable disappointment, as if her wishes had already been dashed the moment they were made.

 

The person she liked now was worlds apart from her—there was no hope, and she shouldn’t even entertain such delusions.

 

Song Yi noticed the gloom beside her and turned her head. “Done?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Not happy?”

 

“No.” Zhou Zhou forced a smile. “Thank you, Miss Song. I had a wonderful time tonight.”

 

Song Yi studied her skeptically for a moment before shifting her gaze. She closed her eyes and made a wish toward the fountain too.

 

She only made one.

 

I hope all of Zhou Zhou’s wishes come true.

 

Before Zhou Zhou’s fiancée appeared, she would do everything she could to fulfill Zhou Zhou’s desires.

 

She raised her hand, and all the coins scattered into the air before raining down into the fountain, each one landing with a soft plop.

 

Zhou Zhou stared in shock. Did Miss Song just make so many wishes at once?

 

Among all those wishes, was there even one that had the slightest connection to her?

 

The thought startled her.

 

Flustered, she blurted, “Miss Song, I should go.”

 

Her abrupt farewell couldn’t be helped—she just needed to leave. But as she turned, Song Yi grabbed her arm, concerned. “Did something happen?”

 

“No.”

 

Song Yi didn’t believe her. Her gaze dropped to Zhou Zhou’s right hand, which had been clenched tightly the whole time, as if gripping something important. Zhou Zhou hadn’t volunteered the information, so she hadn’t asked.

 

But now, she knew she wouldn’t sleep unless she found out.

 

“Zhou Zhou, what’s in your right hand? Can I see?”

 

Zhou Zhou shook her head vehemently. Song Yi sighed, unwilling to force her. “Fine. I’ll walk you back. Don’t refuse—I won’t feel at ease otherwise.”

 

Zhou Zhou couldn’t bring herself to decline, but her confusion only deepened. She was just Miss Song’s villa butler, an employee. Why was Miss Song so kind to her?

 

Did Miss Song treat everyone this way? She couldn’t figure it out—and she didn’t dare entertain the thought that Miss Song might feel something for her too.

 

Song Yi’s expression darkened as she prepared to escort Zhou Zhou back to You Xuechu’s villa. She didn’t walk beside her but lingered slightly behind, keeping her in sight.

 

Zhou Zhou’s right hand remained tightly clenched. Song Yi burned with curiosity but had no way to pry—she wasn’t the original scumbag Alpha. She would never force Zhou Zhou to do anything against her will.

 

Then, suddenly, she spotted red liquid seeping from Zhou Zhou’s palm. Her heart lurched.

 

All reason fled. She grabbed Zhou Zhou’s arm, stopping her. “You’re hurt.”

 

Zhou Zhou hadn’t expected to be caught. Before she could explain, Song Yi firmly pulled her back into the villa.

 

She made Zhou Zhou sit on the soft, warm brown sofa and fetched the first-aid kit.

 

“Open your hand, let me take a look.” Song Yi’s tone was stern.

 

Zhou Zhou didn’t move, her fingers clenching tighter.

 

“Zhou Zhou!” Song Yi’s eyes were filled with urgency, a hint of anger surfacing—whether at herself for taking so long to notice or at Zhou Zhou for not telling her, she wasn’t sure.

 

Zhou Zhou still couldn’t overcome the hesitation in her heart. Song Yi reached out directly, her expression impatient but her hands gentle as she carefully unfolded Zhou Zhou’s palm. The sight was unbearable—two green butterflies, stained with bl00d, lay in her palm. The green was too vivid, making the red seem like mere decoration.

 

Song Yi placed the two butterflies on the table, lining them with a napkin. Then, with meticulous care, she used tweezers and cotton to clean the bl00d from Zhou Zhou’s palm before applying medicine.

 

“Does it hurt?” Song Yi asked, brows furrowed.

 

Zhou Zhou shook her head. “Thank you, Miss Song.”

 

Without a word, Song Yi bandaged Zhou Zhou’s wound with gauze. Modern medicine was advanced—such superficial injuries would heal quickly, and the scars would fade soon. But all Song Yi could think was how much pain Zhou Zhou must have been in, her face paling when the medicine was sprayed.

 

Once the wound was treated, Song Yi turned her attention to the two grass-woven butterflies on the table. These little things were what had caused Zhou Zhou’s injury. Her thumb brushed over the small cut on her own index finger, her heart stirring faintly.

 

“Are these butterflies for me?” Song Yi asked, gazing at them.

 

The bl00d from the butterflies had seeped into the white napkin, turning them into troublesome little creatures that left one unsure how to handle them.

 

Zhou Zhou pressed her lips together, not daring to admit it.

 

Even if Zhou Zhou didn’t say it, Song Yi was almost certain. If Zhou Zhou had just been watching the fountain, she wouldn’t have needed to bring the butterflies—she must have intended to give them to her. Perhaps she had accidentally gotten bl00d on them and felt it was unlucky, too embarrassed to present them.

 

Song Yi looked at Zhou Zhou, realizing she had been too harsh earlier. Her expression softened, and she spoke gently, “I really like them.”

 

Zhou Zhou’s head snapped up, meeting Miss Song’s smiling face—and Miss Song actually said she liked them!

 

When their eyes met, Song Yi immediately schooled her expression back to seriousness.

 

“But don’t ever do this again. It’s dangerous.”

 

“…Okay,” Zhou Zhou whispered in agreement, her heart pounding like a drum. Even if Miss Song only liked the grass-woven butterflies she made, even if she had said it just to comfort her, Zhou Zhou was still overjoyed.

 

But the joy didn’t last long. Zhou Zhou stared at her right hand, now bandaged by Miss Song, and worried—how would she explain this when she returned to Miss You’s place?

 

Song Yi took a few napkins and carefully wiped the butterflies clean before setting them back on the table.

 

Above them hung an extravagant crystal chandelier, its warm yellow light making the two butterflies gleam. Though slightly crumpled, they still looked lifelike, as if they might spread their wings and take flight at any moment.

 

Song Yi thought about how, once Zhou Zhou truly grew stronger, she would also fly away—toward her birth parents, toward her fiancée.

 

A strange ache settled in her heart. She reached out and lightly touched the butterflies on the table.

 

“Zhou Zhou, stay at home tonight, alright?”