Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, Both the Female Lead Omega and I Ended Up Loving It (Transmigration) GL - Chapter 9
Ruan Tang cried softly in despair, then bent down to pick up the broken ceramic pieces.
Song Chenxi was startled and immediately grabbed her hand. “Ruan Tang, don’t do that, it will hurt!”
Ruan Tang froze, not daring to nod, much less shake her head.
“Come on, let’s go home.”
This phrase “go home” sent a chill down Ruan Tang’s spine. She had broken the flower pot that her Master’s friend had given her Master, and her Master was surely going to punish her.
“Wuwuwuwu, Master, I’m sorry, I really, I really didn’t mean to, I, I was wrong, you, you, please don’t hit me, wuwuwu…”
Song Chenxi glanced at the shattered celadon flower pot and understood the reason for Ruan Tang’s apology.
A bitter feeling welled up inside her. She pursed her lips into a smile, then said softly, “It’s alright, those things aren’t important.”
Ruan Tang couldn’t believe it. She shook her head desperately. “No, no, no, they’re important, very important. Everything Master likes is… is very… very important…”
Her tears fell in strings, and Song Chenxi’s heart ached.
“Ruan Tang, good girl, don’t cry anymore.” Song Chenxi reached out and gently wiped the tears from Ruan Tang’s face. “I don’t like them anymore now, okay?”
Ruan Tang looked at the broken flower pot, then at Song Chenxi, her eyes vacant.
How was that possible?
An incense she couldn’t name, a pair of high heels, all of them pleased her Master far more than she did.
Song Chenxi pulled hard, bringing Ruan Tang to her feet.
Ruan Tang’s legs were weak and a bit numb, and she instinctively stumbled into Song Chenxi’s embrace.
Song Chenxi caught her with both hands. As their eyes met, time seemed to stop.
Only the melting wind remained by their ears, blowing gently and ambiguously.
“Are your legs numb?”
Ruan Tang came back to her senses, blinked, and whispered, “I, no, I’m fine.”
Looking at her trembling legs and her ankle, which was more swollen than before, Song Chenxi narrowed her eyes and told her, “Come, I’ll carry you.”
Ruan Tang, who hadn’t yet reacted, suddenly felt her feet leave the ground, and her vision was lifted higher.
She was held carefully in an embrace, like some precious treasure.
Her Master had never held her like this before. In the past, if she made a mistake, she would be dragged across the floor by her hair.
Would some other punishment be waiting for her?
She was afraid, she couldn’t believe it. Her small hands had nowhere to rest, but she didn’t dare to touch the other person.
The two returned inside, and Song Chenxi took off her jacket.
The weather was getting hotter, and after the little interlude just now, fine beads of sweat appeared on her back.
“Is there a first aid kit at home?” she asked.
Injuries were commonplace for Ruan Tang, and the first aid kit was constantly stocked with various remedies for bruises and sprains.
She nodded. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Song Chenxi held her shoulders. “Tell me where it is, I’ll get it.”
Ruan Tang didn’t dare to disobey the order and sat on the sofa, not daring to move.
After putting down the first aid kit, Song Chenxi went to the kitchen again.
When she returned, she had a small white towel and a bowl of ice cubes in her hand.
She pulled out a wet wipe and very gently cleaned the dust around Ruan Tang’s ankle, then wrapped a few ice cubes in the towel and pressed them onto the swollen ankle joint.
Ruan Tang shivered from the cold stimulus. She retracted her foot, enduring nervously.
“Ruan Tang, it might hurt a little, but bear with it.” After saying that, Song Chenxi’s gaze became a little more serious. “Has your ankle been injured before?”
Her observation was very careful. Ruan Tang’s other foot looked normal, and the ankle joint appeared very smooth.
In contrast, this foot was abnormally twisted. Even with a sprain, it shouldn’t swell up this much.
Ruan Tang nodded, then a second later, she shook her head in terror again. “No, it hasn’t!”
Song Chenxi blinked slightly, her movements becoming even gentler.
She knew that Ruan Tang’s nod was instinctive, and her shake of the head was out of fear.
So, Ruan Tang’s ankle indeed had an old injury.
She “mm”-ed, not intending to ask Ruan Tang what had happened.
Because that would undoubtedly bring up past pain, forcing the victim to experience it again.
It was too cruel; she couldn’t bear to do it.
The book’s focus was entirely on explicit scenes, and many things were not clearly explained.
Was Ruan Tang always this thin? Did Ruan Tang’s parents not care about her?
Song Chenxi removed the ice pack and sprayed the injury with a sprain spray, her movements very careful, afraid of hurting the little Omega.
Seeing Ruan Tang’s bewildered expression, Song Chenxi explained, “Ruan Tang, I have a few questions I’d like to ask you. Can you answer me?”
Ruan Tang was puzzled for a moment, then nodded earnestly.
“Was I… very bad to you before?”
Ruan Tang turned pale with fright, shaking her head frantically. “No, Master was… very good to me.”
Song Chenxi: “…” Even Song Chenxi herself felt uncertain hearing that.
She bandaged Ruan Tang’s ankle, then put away the first aid kit and sighed softly. “It won’t happen again.”
Ruan Tang felt no emotion from this promise.
An Alpha from behind would grab her hair, slap her face hard, and say disdainfully, “What the hell are you crying for? You just got beaten. Be a good girl, and it won’t happen again.”
Every promise was followed by more intense torment and humiliation.
Reading Ruan Tang’s thoughts, Song Chenxi crouched in front of her, looking up. “I was bad before, but from now on, I will never hurt you again. Please believe me.”
Ruan Tang’s gaze darted away. Everything that had happened in the past year was like an abyss, swallowing her, leaving her unable to see hope.
She dared not believe.
••••
At 8 PM, Song Chenxi was hungry.
“Let me see what we have to eat at home.” She said, then walked towards the kitchen.
She pulled open the French-door refrigerator, her initially enthusiastic face freezing into a stiff smile.
Two bags of noodles, two cartons of sterile eggs, a bunch of bok choy.
Song Chenxi: “…” It really was, spacious and clean.
Ruan Tang struggled to her feet, limping to the kitchen as well.
“Ah, hahaha, we have noodles, that’s not bad, right?” She looked at the nervous Ruan Tang beside her. “Then we’ll just eat something simple.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
Facing Ruan Tang’s apology, Song Chenxi felt a pang in her heart.
She turned back, taking out all the ingredients, and said meaningfully, “Ruan Tang, you haven’t done anything to be sorry for me. You don’t need to apologize.”
Ruan Tang had never heard such words and didn’t know what to say.
Song Chenxi looked at Ruan Tang and gently touched the top of her head. Her hair was very dry and soft.
Ruan Tang was puzzled. As long as she could remember, she had always been asked to “apologize.”
Father, mother, and Master…
It was as if she owed the world.
“Ruan Tang? I’ll make dinner tonight. You have an injury on your foot, so go rest.”
Ruan Tang came back to her senses. Song Chenxi was already standing by the sink, preparing to wash the bok choy.
How could she let her Master wash vegetables and cook? She endured the pain in her foot and came to Song Chenxi’s side as quickly as possible.
“Master, let me do it.”
“No, I’ll do it.”
As soon as Song Chenxi spoke, she narrowed her eyes, looking at the faucet like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.