Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 6

Song Yi subtly collected her thoughts and strode toward Zhou Zhou with long steps. Throughout the entire process, Zhou Zhou’s gaze remained fixed on her.

Even without speaking, Song Yi could discern a mix of complex emotions in Zhou Zhou’s eyes—nervousness, confusion, bewilderment, shyness, and a hint of dependence.

“You look much better than before.”

Song Yi stopped about half a meter from the bedside. “Are you hungry?”

Zhou Zhou bit her lip as the panic in her heart gradually dissipated. If not for the blanket covering her, this kind Alpha named Song Yi would surely have noticed her fingers gripping the high-quality bedsheet until it wrinkled.

When she first woke up, Zhou Zhou found herself alone in this minimalist yet spacious and luxurious room. A cold sweat broke out as she immediately recalled being cornered by a group of malicious Alphas, their pungent and irritating pheromones trapping her in place.

Fortunately, the faintly intoxicating scent of red wine pheromones filling the room quickly brought her back to reality.

She was safe now.

A kind Alpha had rescued her and brought her home.

Her fingers brushed the back of her neck, where the skin around her scent gland still seemed to carry the warmth of the Alpha’s proximity.

“Thank you, Miss Song,” Zhou Zhou said gratefully. As for Song Yi’s question—”Are you hungry?”—she wasn’t sure how to respond.

Of course she was hungry, but she didn’t want to trouble this kind Alpha any further.

“I’ve disturbed you enough. I’ll leave now.”

Zhou Zhou pushed aside the soft silk blanket covering her and moved to get out of bed. Song Yi quickly stepped forward, pressing a hand on her shoulder to gently guide her back down. As if worried she might try to leave again, Song Yi didn’t immediately withdraw her hand.

“Don’t rush off. A doctor will be here soon. At least wait until they’ve checked you over before leaving.”

Zhou Zhou allowed Song Yi to keep her hand on her shoulder and didn’t move again. Her eyes lowered, avoiding Song Yi’s gaze, as she whispered, “Thank you, Miss Song, but… I can’t afford medical fees.”

“It’s my personal doctor. No cost to you,” Song Yi explained. Only when Zhou Zhou made no further move did she finally release her. “It won’t take long. Just wait a little while.”

“…Okay. Thank you.” Zhou Zhou eventually agreed.

Silence settled between them, the air growing still.

Zhou Zhou fiddled with the edge of the blanket, stealing a glance at the Alpha standing beside the bed. Song Yi was now looking at her phone, and Zhou Zhou wondered if she had interrupted something important, guilt creeping in.

She had never been one to actively seek help from others. Having grown up in an orphanage, she rarely troubled anyone. Her tuition and living expenses during school had been covered by sponsors—kind-hearted individuals and successful entrepreneurs arranged by the director. She had almost never asked for anything herself, her pride stubbornly resisting even in the direst situations.

Yet not long ago, she had asked this very Alpha for a temporary mark.

She could clearly sense her own physical and emotional dependence on this Alpha. The moment she woke up, she had wanted to find her. But she also knew that, without any emotional foundation, this was purely the effect of pheromones. She couldn’t lose her head over it.

Even less could she cling to this Alpha just because she had helped her once. That was why she had said she wanted to leave.

But now the Alpha had even arranged a doctor for her. Zhou Zhou had to admit—this unfamiliar feeling of being cared for was something she couldn’t help but crave.

Miss Song was truly a wonderful Alpha, and the best person Zhou Zhou had ever met, she thought.

At that moment, Song Yi, who was using her phone to familiarize herself with her new identity, had no idea the Omega was harboring such complicated thoughts. She was preoccupied with whether her transmigration into this novel—and not treating Zhou Zhou as horribly as the original scumbag Alpha had—would trigger a series of butterfly effects that might change Zhou Zhou’s life.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the simultaneous arrival of Dr. Ding Chen and the food delivery guy. Song Yi stayed by Zhou Zhou’s side and didn’t go downstairs. Ding Chen brought the takeout up with her when she entered, wondering along the way when Song Yi’s taste had become so bland.

She paused on the second floor, noticing the door was tightly shut.

“Dr. Ding, I’m on the third floor,” Song Yi sent a voice message. Ding Chen, slightly surprised, carried the takeout upstairs. Song Yi took it with a smile, saying, “Thanks.”

Ding Chen nodded at Song Yi with a hint of confusion before walking over to the bed with her medical kit to examine Zhou Zhou, asking basic questions like her age.

Finally, she concluded, “Miss Zhou’s late differentiation at this age isn’t unusual. Using a Ripening Agent shouldn’t be a problem, but… Miss Song, you should think carefully before acting and not go overboard.”

Song Yi, holding the takeout, nodded in agreement. “Did you bring the Inhibitors and scent patches?”

“Yes.”

Ding Chen took out the prepared items from her medical kit. Though she didn’t fully believe Song Yi would use them, there was always a chance Song Yi had suddenly regained her humanity.

She set down a box of Inhibitors and a pack of scent patches, advising before leaving, “Miss Zhou’s first Heat period requires careful attention. Observe the cycle’s pattern—it’s best if Miss Song stays with her these next few days.”

“Got it,” Song Yi agreed without hesitation. She wouldn’t feel at ease letting Zhou Zhou leave just yet.

“Oh, Dr. Ding, could you also check if the takeout I ordered is suitable for Zhou Zhou right now?”

Ding Chen looked down, picking up the receipt from the bag with her right hand. After scanning it, she adjusted her square-framed glasses. “It’s fine. The nutrition is quite balanced.”

Only then did Song Yi relax. Just as she was about to see Dr. Ding out, Zhou Zhou, lying on the bed, suddenly spoke up.

“Doctor, Miss Song is injured. Could you take a look at her?”

“Where?” Ding Chen blinked, adjusting her glasses again. Her surprise was genuine—after all, it was usually others who got hurt by Song Yi. Who would have thought Song Yi could be injured too?

Zhou Zhou’s reminder made Song Yi realize she’d almost forgotten. Smiling, she casually rolled up her sleeve, revealing the wound from the Black Thorns. “Here.”

Wasn’t this… the kind of injury that usually appeared on Omegas?

Had Song Yi adopted a new playstyle now?

“And her ankle,” Zhou Zhou added softly, her face slightly flushed as she leaned against the bed.

Behind her glasses, Ding Chen’s eyes concealed her shock as she skillfully retrieved ointment from her medical kit. A suspicion formed in her mind—Song Yi was using a “tough love” tactic to court the Omega.

“Miss Song can apply this herself. Morning, noon, and night—three times a day, evenly spread. It should heal in about three days.”

“Thank you, Dr. Ding.” Song Yi accepted the ointment with a smile, watching as Ding Chen left.

The room was quiet again, just the two of them. Song Yi casually tucked the ointment into her suit pocket and carried the takeout over to Zhou Zhou.

“I ordered seafood congee, blanched choy sum, steamed eggs, hot milk, and brown sugar buns for you. Dr. Ding said these are all safe for you to eat.”

She placed the containers on the bedside table, opening them one by one before handing the steaming seafood congee to Zhou Zhou. The packaging was heat-insulated, so it wouldn’t burn her hands.

Zhou Zhou accepted it with both hands, feeling it’s comforting weight.

“Miss Song, aren’t you eating?” Zhou Zhou blinked and asked.

“I’ve already eaten.” Song Yi shuddered inwardly at the memory of her own disastrous cooking. “You should eat while it’s hot.”

“Mm.” Zhou Zhou responded sweetly with a smile before finally digging in.

The seafood congee was packed with premium ingredients—abalone, shrimp, crab meat, and other fresh delicacies—making it incredibly flavorful and nutritious. It was undoubtedly the best congee Zhou Zhou had ever tasted.

With nothing else to do, Song Yi quietly watched the Omega on the bed as she ate. Seeing the delighted expression on Zhou Zhou’s face, she suddenly realized that eating could actually be a rather joyful experience.

“Ah.” Zhou Zhou paused mid-bite, as if remembering something.

Startled, Song Yi looked at her in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Miss Song, you haven’t applied your medicine yet.”

Zhou Zhou lifted her head, gazing at her earnestly.