Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, Both the Female Lead Omega and I Ended Up Loving It (Transmigration) GL - Chapter 6
Back at home, it was already bright daylight.
Sunlight reflected off the glass.
In the dazzling light, Ruan Tang opened the door and walked out of the room.
Loose loungewear draped over her, making her appear even smaller and frailer.
She let out a small yawn, seemingly not fully awake yet.
So well-behaved, so soft.
For a moment, Song Chenxi couldn’t tell who was more dazzling, the sunlight or Ruan Tang.
“Good morning!”
Unexpectedly, her Master was already up earlier than her. Ruan Tang was startled, and nervously replied, “Master, good morning!”
She practically dashed into the kitchen, skillfully opening cabinets and taking out two bowls of different sizes and colors, and two pairs of chopsticks from different storage baskets.
She tied on an apron with a flick of her wrist, then quickly rinsed rice and placed the cleaned rice into the pot.
While the porridge cooked, Ruan Tang also took out some ingredients from the refrigerator and made two side dishes.
Song Chenxi looked at Ruan Tang, who had been on an IV and taking medicine in the hospital just yesterday, and felt bad. She awkwardly offered to help.
The original owner hardly ever went into the kitchen; she even ordered Ruan Tang to get her water.
Ruan Tang looked at her unfamiliar Master, feeling very scared, unsure what her Master intended to do this time.
She trembled for a while before softly asking her to leave.
Song Chenxi sat at the dining table, her long legs crossed, resting her chin on one hand, her phoenix eyes aimlessly roving, looking like a cat waiting to be fed.
Just then, her phone rang; it was a landline.
Song Chenxi frowned. This ringtone was truly awful; she needed to change it when she had time.
“President Song, you need to meet the editor-in-chief of MZ Magazine today. The location is set at Yiyezhou Teahouse. What time would be suitable?” It was a mature-sounding female voice.
Song Chenxi only had a vague understanding of the original book’s plot. She only knew that the original owner was in charge of a women’s clothing brand company; she knew nothing else.
She wouldn’t force herself; she’d go and assess the situation first.
“Hmm…” Song Chenxi glanced at the time on the wall. “8 o’clock.”
The voice on the other end of the phone clearly paused. “8:00 AM sharp?”
“Yes.”
“Just to confirm with you, 8:00 AM sharp for the meeting with the MZ Magazine editor-in-chief?”
“Yes.”
“Just to reconfirm with you, 8:00 AM, not 8:00 PM?”
Song Chenxi: “…” I only said two words. Is it that hard to understand?
Ruan Tang was dishing out the breakfast Song Chenxi had bought when she suddenly smelled something she hadn’t smelled in a long time.
Cilantro?
Master doesn’t eat cilantro!
With a hint of doubt, Ruan Tang’s porridge was ready.
The kitchen’s glass door was slid open.
Ruan Tang carried a wooden tray much wider than her shoulders, carefully walking to the dining table.
She placed the side dishes and pastry plates on the table, then put a white porcelain bowl filled with millet porridge in front of Song Chenxi. She also thoughtfully placed a square white porcelain dish, a chopstick rest, and then a white porcelain spoon and pine chopsticks beside her.
After setting everything up, Ruan Tang lowered her head and said like a waiter, “Master, please enjoy your meal.”
“Thank you, thank you, you really don’t have to do this,” Song Chenxi’s eyebrows raised slightly. She had just picked up her spoon when something occurred to her, and she said gently, “You come and eat too.”
Ruan Tang shook her head, remaining still beside Song Chenxi.
Did the original owner not allow Ruan Tang to eat?
Song Chenxi put down her spoon, turned to face Ruan Tang, and smiled. “Ruan Tang, eat with me too, otherwise I’ll be so lonely eating alone.”
Ruan Tang’s eyes were very clear, distinct black and white like a child’s.
She gently blinked twice, nodded, and went back into the kitchen.
A few minutes later, she came out carrying a smaller bowl and knelt far from the table, beginning to eat.
Song Chenxi only saw the little Omega’s head, looking bewildered.
“Squeak—” She pulled out a chair and walked to Ruan Tang’s side.
“Master, what… what’s wrong?” Seeing Song Chenxi approach, Ruan Tang immediately put down her spoon and looked at her trembling.
“You, why aren’t you eating at the table? The floor is so cold!”
“I… I should… should eat here.” Ruan Tang lowered her head, looking pitiful.
“You,” Song Chenxi didn’t know what to say, “where’s your side dish?”
Ruan Tang was silent for a few seconds, burying her head even lower.
Finally, she quietly opened her mouth. “I… I don’t need to eat side dishes.”
“What?” Song Chenxi’s fists clenched tightly, her eyebrows furrowed into a frown.
Ruan Tang didn’t know what she had done wrong. She was so scared that her shoulders trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to fly away.
Song Chenxi swept her hair back behind her ears, placed her hands on her hips, her chest feeling tight.
Was the original owner not seriously ill?
It seemed that, apart from physical intimacy, the original owner didn’t like this Omega at all!
“Master, I was wrong, I… I’ll just eat porridge, or I… I don’t have to eat at all…” Ruan Tang’s voice trembled with fear. Past painful memories clung to her like vengeful spirits, dragging her into a deeper, darker abyss.
“Ruan Tang,” Song Chenxi sighed, turned, picked up her own porridge bowl and spoon, walked over to her, and also knelt down. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was wrong. It was all my fault.”
“Master,” Ruan Tang looked at the person before her in disbelief. “You… you can’t do this!”
“Why not? If you can eat here, why can’t I?” She said, pointing at Ruan Tang’s bowl. “Eat up, the porridge you cooked is really delicious.”
“I, no, Master, no…” Ruan Tang was incoherent.
“No what?” Song Chenxi didn’t accuse, a faint smile on her face.
“Can’t sit… here!”
Ruan Tang’s voice was soft and gentle, her speech a little slower than average.
Song Chenxi put down her bowl and spoon, looking at her sincerely. “You can, unless you sit at the table with me to eat.”
“But, I… I can’t… I can’t!” Ruan Tang clenched her hands, her fingertips starting to scratch the back of her hand again.
Song Chenxi slowly extended a finger and gently pressed down on Ruan Tang’s hand.
Ruan Tang looked up at her with terror, not daring to breathe.
Her Master used to lose her temper during meals too. She would yank Ruan Tang’s hair, forcing her to look up, then take the porridge bowl and pour it over her head, covering Ruan Tang’s hair and face with millet. “You are my Omega, you must obey me unconditionally!”
“Don’t scratch anymore, you’ll break the skin.”
Song Chenxi withdrew her hand and continued, “Ruan Tang, good girl, eat with me at the table, okay?”
Ruan Tang’s pupils trembled slightly, but she didn’t dare to move.
The old Song Chenxi was never this gentle.
When she ate, Ruan Tang had to stand by like a maid, waiting. Only after she finished eating could Ruan Tang kneel by the table and eat the leftovers.
Today’s Song Chenxi was as beautiful and charming as ever. Her sharp brow bones carried a faint hint of aggression, the kind of striking appearance that would be immediately recognized in a vast crowd.
Beyond that, however, she was different in every other way than before.
Ruan Tang couldn’t refuse and nodded.
Song Chenxi, as if given permission, immediately carried her own bowl in one hand and Ruan Tang’s in the other, returning to the dining table.
After Ruan Tang sat down, she pushed all the side dishes toward Ruan Tang, encouraging her to start eating.
Even though she was sitting at the table, Ruan Tang still didn’t dare to use her chopsticks.
Song Chenxi got up and went into the kitchen, then came out a moment later.
She had an extra pair of clean chopsticks in her hand.
She used this pair of chopsticks as serving chopsticks to pick up food for Ruan Tang.
Only after she saw the other take a bite of food did she confidently set down the chopsticks.
Once the food in Ruan Tang’s bowl was finished, Song Chenxi immediately picked up the serving chopsticks again and placed more food in Ruan Tang’s bowl.
After the meal, Ruan Tang brought Song Chenxi a cold cola and a clean ashtray.
Song Chenxi flinched when she saw them.
Iced cola first thing in the morning?
Can her stomach handle that?
The original owner had very unhealthy eating habits; her refrigerator was filled with all sorts of carbonated drinks.
One bottle after each of her three meals increased her risk of common ailments like gout, diabetes, and osteoporosis.
Song Chenxi shook her head. Having been given a second chance at life, she intended to live to ninety-nine, no matter what. “It’s too early in the morning, I won’t drink it.”
Ruan Tang nodded, took the cola away, and offered the ashtray to her.
Song Chenxi had never smoked. She shook her head again. “I don’t smoke.”
At this, Ruan Tang looked up with extreme caution, the hand holding the ashtray trembling violently, almost thinking she had misheard.
The driver’s car pulled up at the entrance. Song Chenxi stood up, put on her jacket, and prepared to leave.
Ruan Tang had never seen her Master go to work so early. She was puzzled but dared not show it, timidly following behind her.
She turned back to look at the Omega. “Ruan Tang, I’ll find an auntie to come clean the room. Can you give me your phone number so I can send it to her?”
Ruan Tang stopped a meter in front of her, shaking her small head like a rattle. “I… I don’t have a phone.”
Huh?
A young person today without a phone, that’s not right.
Well, perhaps the original owner, that beast, never bought her one.
Song Chenxi pulled out her own phone and offered it to Ruan Tang. “Then I’ll give you my phone. You can contact her.”
Ruan Tang’s face showed embarrassment. She awkwardly looked at the ground, her voice very soft, yet it seemed to pound forcefully on Song Chenxi’s heart. “I… don’t know how to use it.”
Song Chenxi was silent.
Where were Ruan Tang’s parents? Had they not given her a phone either?