Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 7

Zhou Zhou’s gaze was too clear and pure, causing Song Yi to momentarily freeze.

Having navigated the business world for several years, Song Yi had encountered countless two-faced individuals. She could easily discern whether someone was feigning innocence or truly had a pure heart when looking at her.

Zhou Zhou’s eyes, gazing upward, were distinctly black and white without a trace of impurity, shimmering with a bright light. Song Yi was certain Zhou Zhou belonged to the latter category.

“Miss Song?” Zhou Zhou grew slightly embarrassed under Song Yi’s stare and lowered her head, no longer looking up. She resembled a rare deer in a nature reserve startled by the sudden appearance of a stranger.

Song Yi averted her gaze, wondering if she should find another place to apply her medicine.

Then Dr. Ding’s reminder flashed through her mind, and she decisively dismissed the thought. For the next few days, it was best she stayed close to Zhou Zhou.

So, she didn’t leave. Instead, she crouched by the bed, rolled up a section of her pant leg, and retrieved a small tube of ointment from her suit pocket, preparing to tend to her wounds right there.

The ointment was a tiny tube, and when opened, revealed a dark green paste with a surprisingly pungent, spicy scent. Instinctively, she took a few steps back, not wanting to affect Zhou Zhou’s appetite.

The bedside lamp cast a shadow, making it difficult for Song Yi to clearly see the wounds on her ankle. Squinting hard, she tried to get a better look. With her back turned to Zhou Zhou, she didn’t notice that Zhou Zhou had already set aside her food the moment she reminded Song Yi about the unapplied medicine, watching her with restrained eyes.

“Miss Song, would you like to sit on the bed to apply it? It might be easier.”

Zhou Zhou’s voice came from behind, causing Song Yi to pause. She loved listening to Zhou Zhou speak—her voice, as if steeped in the clear springs of deep mountains, carried a faint sweetness, making it an absolute pleasure to hear.

“Alright.”

Song Yi wasn’t one to fuss. Since Zhou Zhou didn’t mind her sitting on the bed, she stood up and took a seat at the foot of the bed, maintaining the farthest possible distance even while sharing the same space.

Once seated, she didn’t immediately resume applying the ointment. Instead, she turned to glance at Zhou Zhou and found her staring back. Song Yi flashed her a smile.

Just a second ago, Zhou Zhou had been thinking how considerate it was for Miss Song, an Alpha, to sit at the foot of the bed. Now, that Alpha’s smile sent her heart fluttering.

Miss Song is so gentle.

Song Yi soon shifted her gaze away from Zhou Zhou. Noticing the barely touched food on the bedside table, she frowned slightly. “Why aren’t you eating? Does it not suit your taste?”

“…No.” Zhou Zhou quickly picked up the bowl of congee again. “It’s delicious. It’s just a bit too hot.”

Song Yi believed her. Zhou Zhou looked so delicate—how could she possibly handle scalding food?

Forgetting for a moment that she hadn’t finished applying the ointment, Song Yi stood and moved closer, sitting near Zhou Zhou’s side of the bed. She pointed at the other dishes on the table. “Those have been sitting for a while. They shouldn’t be as hot as the congee. Try them.”

The distance between them suddenly shrank by more than half. Song Yi could clearly see Zhou Zhou’s fair skin flushing red, the rosy hue spreading down her neck and to the tips of her ears.

The congee from this place must really be scalding, Song Yi thought.

Zhou Zhou set aside the seafood congee and instead picked up a cup of hot milk, cradling it in her hands as she took small sips. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, knowing full well her face was growing even redder.

In truth, the congee had been just the right temperature. The “too hot” excuse had been a lie to Miss Song.

“Have some staple food too.” Song Yi watched anxiously, her gaze fixed on Zhou Zhou. She could somewhat understand the urgency her parents had when they urged her to eat on time back when they were still alive. “You’re too thin, you need to eat more.”

Under her urging, Zhou Zhou picked up another round brown sugar steamed bun shaped like a three-petal flower and took small bites, avoiding eye contact.

Watching Zhou Zhou eat filled Song Yi with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction she couldn’t quite understand.

The warm milk left a milky white ring around Zhou Zhou’s lips. Song Yi wanted to point it out but held back. Only after Zhou Zhou finished both the milk and the bun did she use her clean hand (the one that hadn’t touched the ointment) to grab a tissue from the side table and hand it over, watching as Zhou Zhou wiped her lips clean.

Perhaps the gesture of offering the tissue was too abrupt, because Zhou Zhou stopped eating. Song Yi smiled, “Don’t mind me, keep eating. There’s still so much left.”

Zhou Zhou was actually quite full but didn’t want to waste food, hesitating for a few seconds.

“If you’re full, you can stop for now.” Not knowing Zhou Zhou’s exact appetite, Song Yi added.

Zhou Zhou looked up at her, “Let me help apply the ointment, Miss Song. It seems inconvenient for you to do it yourself.”

Song Yi paused momentarily. It was indeed inconvenient, but not to the point of needing help. Normally she would refuse, but seeing the hopeful look in Zhou Zhou’s eyes, she realized Zhou Zhou’s unease. Letting Zhou Zhou help with something might make her feel more at ease staying here.

“Alright.” The corners of Song Yi’s lips curved up. “Then I’ll trouble you, Zhou Zhou.”

As Song Yi lowered her head to pass the ointment, she suddenly realized it was missing.

“In your pocket,” Zhou Zhou said softly. “I saw you put it there earlier.”

“Ah, right.” Song Yi retrieved the ointment from her pocket and handed it over, but didn’t immediately let go when Zhou Zhou reached for it.

Zhou Zhou blinked at her in confusion.

“Don’t use ‘Miss’ next time,” Song Yi said before releasing her grip.

Zhou Zhou’s fingers closed around the tube as she nodded slightly.

“I can do my feet myself. Just help with my wrists.” Song Yi rolled up her shirt sleeve and extended her arm openly.

She watched without reservation as Zhou Zhou quietly and intently opened the tube, using her index finger to apply an appropriate amount of dark green ointment to her wrist.

A wasabi-like pungent smell spread between them. Zhou Zhou couldn’t help turning her head aside, covering her nose as she sneezed quietly before lowering her head further in embarrassment. After carefully wiping her nose with a tissue, she resumed applying the ointment.

Though emotionally unrefined, Song Yi couldn’t help thinking how obedient and cute Zhou Zhou was.

“All done, Miss Song.” Zhou Zhou’s voice was noticeably quieter now.

Song Yi withdrew her hand, making a fist and rotating her wrist in the air a few times before saying, “Thank you.”

Zhou Zhou looked up at her, nose tip reddened from the ointment’s fumes. Song Yi hid her treated hand behind her back.

“Dr. Ding suggested we stay together these next few days. Zhou Zhou… would you be willing?”

Zhou Zhou froze, unable to speak for a long moment.

Miss Song had kindly saved her, and now wanted to help her for several more days?

Interpreting Zhou Zhou’s silence as reluctance, Song Yi thought to herself—of course, after seeing that terrifying room on the second floor, it would be strange if Zhou Zhou wanted to stay.

She coughed lightly in slight embarrassment. “Actually, I was planning to move to another house. That previous situation won’t happen again, so don’t worry—I won’t hurt you.”

After their time together, Zhou Zhou didn’t doubt Song Yi’s words at all.

“Of course I believe you, Miss Song. But won’t I… be too much of a bother… to you?”

“You won’t.” Song Yi noticed Zhou Zhou had dropped the honorific when addressing her.

“It gets lonely living alone in such a big house,” she said with a smile, offering a casual excuse.

“If you’re willing, we can move to another house right now,” Song Yi suggested.

She was genuinely afraid that staying in this house any longer might lead to more unpleasant surprises.

Zhou Zhou nodded. For her, being with Miss Song was all that mattered—the location didn’t.

Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief. While waiting for Dr. Ding and the food delivery earlier, she had already confirmed with the Song family’s head butler via phone that most of the villas in this area were Song family properties. Each villa even had its own dedicated butler, so they could move in anytime they wanted a change of environment.

In her original world, Song Yi had been wealthy, but nothing as extravagant as this—owning most of an entire villa district. She had to admit, being rich felt amazing.

This time, she was more careful. First, she eliminated the villas that had already been decorated according to the original scumbag Alpha’s tastes, leaving three clean, untouched villas.

Looking at the floor plans and panoramic videos sent by the head butler, she thought they were all decent. She wasn’t particular about such living details—as long as it wasn’t decorated in the original scumbag Alpha’s perverted style, she could accept it.

So, she left the choice to Zhou Zhou.

“Zhou Zhou, take a look at these three villas. Which one do you like?”

“Me choose?” Zhou Zhou widened her eyes in surprise, her heart fluttering nervously.

“Mhm, I have decision paralysis. Pick one you like.” Song Yi didn’t actually have decision paralysis—she could’ve chosen randomly—but she said this to make Zhou Zhou feel more comfortable with their new home.

She handed her phone to Zhou Zhou, her fingertips slowly sliding across the floor plans before accompanying Zhou Zhou through several panoramic video tours.

Finally, she raised her brows with a smile. “Found one you like?”