Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, Both the Female Lead Omega and I Ended Up Loving It (Transmigration) GL - Chapter 4
Ruan Tang was diagnosed with both Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and pheromone imbalance disorder. The doctor prescribed medication and advised her to go home and rest.
On the way home, she huddled by the car door, staring blankly out the window. Song Chenxi was very worried.
“Ruan Tang?”
Hearing Song Chenxi’s voice, Ruan Tang immediately trembled.
Her head slowly lowered, and her face became increasingly pale.
Seeing her like this, Song Chenxi, who had intended to say something, found the words stuck in her throat.
The driver pulled the car up to the entrance. Ruan Tang looked deeply distressed, but she still deftly slipped out of the car door, entering the house before Song Chenxi and kneeling at the entrance.
Seeing this, Song Chenxi quickly crouched down to help her up.
Ruan Tang produced slippers, preparing to help Song Chenxi change into them.
“Ruan Tang, I’ll change my own shoes!”
Song Chenxi’s voice was a bit louder, and Ruan Tang’s hands shook with fright.
Whenever Ruan Tang knelt to change her shoes, the original owner would clamp Ruan Tang’s chin and ask if she was unwilling to serve her.
Each time Ruan Tang shook her head, denying it, the original owner would say she didn’t need to change them, then forcefully kick her.
“No,” Song Chenxi bit her lip, lowering her voice. “I’m not scolding you. Don’t be afraid.”
Before Song Chenxi could finish, Ruan Tang began to apologize indistinctly again.
Song Chenxi silently cursed the original owner once more, then helped Ruan Tang up and said gently, “You must be tired. Go and rest for a bit.”
Song Chenxi remembered Pei Fei’s words.
She should let her go, but absolutely not now.
Ruan Tang suffered from stress disorder due to long-term abuse, and her pheromone imbalance would also severely impact her health.
To let her go at such a time would undoubtedly be abandoning her when she was most vulnerable, leaving her to fend for herself. Song Chenxi couldn’t do that; no decent person could.
She was a doctor; she had to cure Ruan Tang.
Only after Ruan Tang recovered her health could she feel at ease letting her go.
Song Chenxi finished her thoughts, let out a deep sigh, closed the door, and entered the house.
A moment later, Ruan Tang scurried down the stairs, her face flushed as if steamed by heat.
She kept her head down, her hair falling entirely forward, revealing a distinct protrusion on the back of her neck.
It was delicate and round, full and plump.
“Master, the bathwater is ready.”
Pulled back to her senses by Ruan Tang’s words, Song Chenxi “hmm”-ed, then saw Ruan Tang turn around.
The other wore a pair of pink slippers, the soles wet and somewhat slippery. She lost her footing for a moment and swayed slightly sideways.
Beside her were a glass handrail and marble steps. If she fell, she would likely scrape her skin.
Song Chenxi, quick as a flash, grabbed Ruan Tang’s wrist and pulled her into her embrace.
“Careful,” she said softly.
Ruan Tang was startled. “Th-thank you, Master.”
Song Chenxi entered the misty bathroom, feeling somewhat dazed.
This bathroom was so big, you could throw a party in it!
Ruan Tang approached Song Chenxi, carrying a change of clothes. “Master, I will attend to your bath.”
Song Chenxi blinked rapidly, not understanding what Ruan Tang meant by “attend.”
Her gaze quickly swept over the change of clothes in the other’s hands, and her face instantly flushed.
Leopard print lace translucent lingerie… ah, this?
She glanced down at her own; what was the difference between wearing this and wearing nothing?
“Um, can we choose something else?” Song Chenxi pointed at the underwear, smiling awkwardly.
Ruan Tang nodded, about to turn and leave.
Song Chenxi quickly stepped forward to stop her. “I’ll go myself. You rest.”
There were three rooms on the second floor: a master bedroom with a bathroom, a study with a bathroom, and a walk-in closet.
Looking at the original owner’s dazzling array of clothes, jewelry, bags, and shoes, Song Chenxi felt a headache coming on.
None of these were her style!
She picked out a piece of underwear that looked somewhat more substantial and returned to the bathroom.
Pink slippers were neatly placed. A slender figure sat in the oval bathtub.
Uh… perhaps Ruan Tang decided to wash first because she was too slow?
That was perfectly fine.
Song Chenxi was just about to exit the bathroom when the water in the bathtub began to gurgle.
Ruan Tang turned her head, looking fearfully at the person who was standing at the door and not coming in. “Master, I’m ready.”
Song Chenxi looked at Ruan Tang’s half-wet black hair and weak, lifeless black eyes, and swallowed her dry throat.
The other looked like a broken rag doll.
The first chapter of the book stated that Ruan Tang was desired by the original owner for only one reason—her beauty.
Black hair, fair skin, a pure yet sensual face combined with an innate cool demeanor, made Alphas dream of tasting her.
Song Chenxi vigorously shook her head, avoiding falling into the trap of desire.
She took a step back out of the bathroom, smiling kindly and nodding repeatedly. “You go first. I’ll wait for you outside.”
Ruan Tang, who had been looking listless, now stood up from the bathtub.
She clasped her hands over her chest, water streaming down her body, splashing into the tub and creating small ripples. “No, I will attend to you.”
Ruan Tang lowered her eyelids, looking as if she were about to cry.
She swept all the black hair that covered her face back, revealing her slender figure which appeared unhealthily pale under the light.
So, this was what Ruan Tang meant by “attending.”
Song Chenxi quickly covered her eyes with her hands, silently repeating “see no evil” twice, then closed the door. “I really don’t need it. You go first. I’ll be right outside the door. Call me anytime if you need anything.”
Ruan Tang stood in the bathtub for a long time after hearing this.
Actually, she didn’t want to do this, especially not while bathing.
If she committed a so-called “mistake,” she would occasionally be locked in the bathroom. No matter how loudly she cried or how heartbreakingly she screamed, no one would come to save her.
Facing an Alpha, she had only ever known appeasement, pleasing, and obedience.
Past memories, like a flood of monstrous beasts, devoured Ruan Tang. She became increasingly uneasy, submerging herself completely in the water.
She didn’t believe that the Alpha would let her off so easily.
••••
Song Chenxi finished her bath, awkwardly put on her underwear and pajamas, and walked into the bedroom while drying her hair.
Well, after a long day of hassle, she was tired too.
The bed was huge, the sheets and duvet covers neatly arranged, and the fabric smelled of sunshine—a comfortable feeling.
She secretly chuckled; this house was more like a hotel than any hotel she had ever stayed in.
Song Chenxi stretched out her arms and flopped onto the bed in a starfish position.
She buried her face, rubbing it around aimlessly. After a moment, she turned her head and opened her eyes, seeing Ruan Tang kneeling on the floor.
Is this some ancient feudal society? Why does everyone kneel all the time?
Ruan Tang struggled to keep her back straight, her eyes lowered obediently, looking very well-behaved.
Song Chenxi was startled, thinking Ruan Tang wanted to tell her something. So she sat up and adjusted her collar. “The floor is cold. Come, sit on the bed.”
Ruan Tang didn’t look up. “Master, this… this isn’t my bed.”
Song Chenxi thought Ruan Tang didn’t want to sit with her, so she went along with it. “Then you can go back to your own room and rest well.”
After saying that, she got out of bed to help Ruan Tang up.
All this “Master” talk and kneeling, she really couldn’t handle it.
Ruan Tang obediently stood up, her nervous hands trembling, and whispered, “I… I’m fine.”
Song Chenxi couldn’t bear it. “You really don’t have to call me Master,” she chuckled dryly. “Shall I see you back to your room?”
Upon hearing the latter half of this sentence, Ruan Tang’s eyes suddenly widened in extreme fear. Her trembling hands clenched the edges of her clothes tightly, shaking her head incessantly.
Song Chenxi saw her like this, perfectly matching the symptoms of a PTSD episode.
She quickly released her hands, no longer touching Ruan Tang, stepped back two paces, and gently coaxed, “Ruan Tang, don’t be afraid. I just want to see you back to your room. I won’t hurt you. Look, I’m so far away from you.”
Ruan Tang didn’t dare to look up. The next second, her lips trembled slightly, and tears dropped rapidly from her eyes.
“You… you still don’t want to be in your room today?” Ruan Tang’s voice was tearful.
Song Chenxi was puzzled. “Huh? What do you mean?”
“Are you… still going there tonight?”
“Where?”
“My… my room.”
Song Chenxi was about to continue asking when she suddenly remembered that when she first transmigrated, the original owner was with Ruan Tang in the basement, doing indescribable things.
On the entire second floor, there was only one bedroom, and there was only one pillow on the bed in that bedroom.
On the first floor, apart from a maid’s room piled with miscellaneous items, there were no other rooms.
So…
What Ruan Tang referred to as “her room” was that basement filled with torture devices.
“Okay, I’ll go prepare now.” Ruan Tang’s face instantly drooped, filled with the despair of going to her death.
“No, that’s not what I mean.” Song Chenxi immediately denied. “How about you sleep here?”