Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 7

Luan Yenan, regardless of the expression on Zuo Baixuan’s face outside the room, left the bl00d-stained bathrobe outside the door and entered the master bedroom on her own.

However, the cluttered decoration style of the master bedroom made her frown slightly.

Compared to this “nouveau riche” room haphazardly filled with various expensive decorations, she still preferred the minimalist style of the side bedroom.

She turned and walked towards the wardrobe.

The moment she opened the door, she realized she had taken off her bathrobe too early.

Is there any hope for the original owner’s taste?

It’s fine to like a metallic style, but the excessive amount is overwhelming.

Giving up on evaluating the original owner’s taste, Luan Yenan put on a boldly designed set of intimate apparel and lay down on the bed.

The moment her head touched the pillow, exhaustion swept over her.

Perhaps the painkillers prescribed by the hospital had taken effect, as the headache had lessened.

The first night in this alternate world was easier to get through than she had imagined.

She felt no nostalgia for her original world, instead, there was a sense of relief.

She didn’t know what mood Zuo Baixuan was in while cleaning up the bathrobe and the mess in the side bedroom. Nor did she know that after locking the door, Zuo Baixuan also propped a chair against the handle and searched extensively for terms like [Alpha personality and pheromone mutations] before finally falling asleep late at night.

Luan Yenan slept peacefully. When the morning sun shone through the windows of this top-floor luxury apartment, she opened her eyes.

Apart from a slight headache, she felt great all over.

After getting up and washing, she took the plainest shirt from the wardrobe and put it on.

Holding a water glass, she walked barefoot to the one-way mirror in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

She stretched lazily and leaned against the wall, looking at the surrounding buildings and the unfamiliar street scene under the morning light, drinking her first glass of water of the day along with the medicine prescribed yesterday.

The weather was beautiful today.

Under the azure sky, the sunlight brought everything to life.

The high and low houses lay quietly in the sunlight, telling the stories of the city; the flowing traffic spoke of the city’s vitality.

Luan Yenan looked at this fresh world with satisfaction and finished the entire glass of water.

She took out her phone and browsed through the information of this world.

If she hadn’t fallen asleep as soon as she hit the bed last night, she would have completed this task in bed.

“Gurgle~” The emptiness in her stomach reminded her that she needed to eat.

Only then did she remember that she hadn’t eaten since arriving in this world.

Thinking of going to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat casually.

In her original world, she was the same.

Breakfast was nothing more than oatmeal, toast, eggs, and the like—easy to handle and highly nutritious.

When conditions allowed, she would eat some exquisite food; when they didn’t, she wasn’t picky about food, as long as it filled her stomach, after all…

It smells good.

The aroma from the kitchen interrupted Luan Yenan’s thoughts.

“You’re awake, just in time to… AH! YOU! WHY AREN’T YOU WEARING ANY CLOTHES!”

Looking up, she saw Zuo Baixuan hurriedly covering her face with a rice spoon.

Luan Yenan was well aware of her attire but didn’t see a problem with it.

The shirt was buttoned up to her chest, covering what needed to be covered.

An Omega looking at an Alpha shouldn’t be at a disadvantage.

Moreover, she had also appreciated Zuo Baixuan yesterday.

“I’m wearing a shirt, what’s the problem? Feel free to look, it won’t hurt me. I saw you yesterday too, so let’s call it even,” Luan Yenan’s tone involuntarily lightened.

Teasing the little sister in front of her early in the morning successfully added to her good mood for the day.

She pulled out the seat opposite Zuo Baixuan and sat down comfortably, one foot lightly tapping the ground, the other half-hanging, crossing her legs.

The draft contract that had been left half-written on the dining table last night was still lying on the side, pressed down by a magazine to prevent it from being blown away by the wind from walking.

Only after Luan Yenan started eating breakfast did Zuo Baixuan put down her hand and glance at Luan Yenan.

The shirt faintly revealed the black and red shadow inside, although somewhat sexy, all the fabric was indeed properly covering.

If their statuses weren’t so vastly different, she might’ve spoken up—like questioning the meaning behind those earlier words.

Was she admitting to deliberately sneaking extra glances yesterday?

And what did she mean by “calling it even”? One was an intentional look; the other was unintentional and forced—how were they the same?

Zuo Baixuan held back. She couldn’t say any of this. If she did, the atmosphere would definitely take an uncontrollable turn.

Luan Yenan picked up a shrimp, savoring the taste while discreetly watching Zuo Baixuan’s expression. She lightly swung her crossed leg, maintaining an unreadable smile.

They ate in silence, but the atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.

Luan Yenan was in a great mood.

Being surrounded by a warm breakfast felt just as comforting as watching the city awaken in the morning light.

The hot porridge flowed down her throat, warming her stomach and easing her hunger.

A thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead from the warmth—marking the satisfying end of the meal.

“Let’s go out and buy some clothes today. I’ll get you a couple of sets, too. Any shopping spots you recommend?” Luan Yenan put down her chopsticks.

Zuo Baixuan also stopped eating, puzzled by why Luan Yenan was even asking. She could clearly decide on her own.

Was she checking whether her “kept little white rabbit” was behaving today?

She certainly wouldn’t be tactless enough to refuse and say she already had clothes.

As the subordinate party, all she had to do was cooperate. Even if this was just some weird dress-up game Luan Yenan enjoyed, it wasn’t her place to question it.

“Ahem, I don’t spend much, so the stores I go to might not suit you. You could—”

Before she could finish, Luan Yenan interrupted:

“I need to go to the places you shop at. You have a few dresses in your wardrobe that I actually like, but they’re too small for me.”

Blunt and straightforward.

Zuo Baixuan didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

More importantly—this was weird.

Even she, who never paid attention to school gossip, had heard about this rich second-generation’s two defining traits beyond being wild and a heartbreaker.

One—she never wore dresses. Even at formal events, she would rather wear a suit than a gown.

Two—she despised anything cheap. Even when she was at odds with her family and broke, drowning in debt, she would still show up decked out in luxury brands.

Zuo Baixuan had seen this firsthand.

Every time she met Luan Yenan, she was always in pants.

That summer when she visited her adoptive parents’ home, she still wore leather pants and boots in the blistering heat.

Her adoptive parents brought out their best things to host her, but she never spared them a glance. She even bluntly told them to “keep the cheap stuff away” while they nervously nodded and apologized like lackeys.

Yet just now, Zuo Baixuan had watched her happily eat cheap pickled vegetables.

At the end of the meal, she even caught a faintly satisfied smile on her face.

In the morning light, she looked surprisingly clean—like a harmless house cat.

Zuo Baixuan almost let herself be fooled.

Thinking carefully now, from the past to the present, from yesterday to today—something felt off.

Was this person pretending to be harmless to fool her, or did she actually have some kind of split personality disorder?

…

Zuo Baixuan didn’t bother figuring out whether Luan Yenan was having a sudden whim to experience the life of ordinary people. She simply led her to the places she usually went.

It was a small clothing store tucked away in an alley at the edge of a shopping district.

After getting dropped off at the nearest mall, they still had to walk through a street, weave through a few alleyways, and take several turns before reaching the store.

Zuo Baixuan, dressed casually in sportswear and sneakers, walked ahead. She looked youthful and vibrant, fitting her identity as a university student.

Luan Yenan followed behind at a leisurely pace.

She was still wearing the same button-down shirt from breakfast, paired with simple, casual suit pants. A minimalist clavicle chain adorned her neck, enhancing her aura.

A loosely fitted baseball cap covered the conspicuous bandages on her head, making her look like an elegant city woman who had wandered into the wrong place.

The two of them kept a moderate distance as they walked down the narrow alley, stepping in sync over the uneven stone pavement.

“This is the one.” Zuo Baixuan gestured.

A small boutique that could accommodate only five or six customers at a time.

The sign above the door had a single Chinese character, “One”, with faded remnants of the rest.

Clearly, the store hadn’t renovated its storefront in years.

“I’ve been coming here since I started university. The full name is ‘One Clothing Store.’ It’s popular among students and young professionals just starting out,” Zuo Baixuan explained.

Luan Yenan glanced inside with an amused expression, completely ignoring the subtle emphasis Zuo Baixuan had placed on the word “young.”

She had only graduated three years ago. Of course, she was still young.

Inside the store were two female clerks, one tall and one short, assisting three customers. The small space already felt packed.

As the bell above the door chimed, Luan Yenan stepped in.

The air inside was a bit stifling, stirred only by a creaky, oscillating fan. The breeze carried the scent of plastic bags and the lingering smell of fabric dye—definitely nothing high-end.

Luan Yenan’s designer outfit stood out, her simplest accessory—a baseball cap—was still a five-figure limited-edition piece, making her seem out of place.

But this tiny shop reminded her of the early days of her startup. Back then, aside from a few high-end outfits she had invested in for pitching to investors, all her other clothes had come from places like this—affordable, yet stylish if chosen well.

With a good eye, one could find excellent daily wear here at low prices. With a keen sense of fashion, even outfits for formal occasions could be put together to turn heads.

The shop assistants greeted them with warm familiarity.

“Come on in! Looking for anything in particular? We’ve got lots of new arrivals!”

The three original customers were just leaving.

As they passed Zuo Baixuan, she overheard them whispering about Luan Yenan.

“That older sister has such a refined aura.”

“Yeah, she seems so charismatic. I didn’t even dare look at her too much. She’s got a model’s figure—just standing there, she gives off a completely different energy.”

“She must be a natural clothes hanger. If I didn’t have class, I’d stay and watch her try on outfits.”

“That’s a dangerous thought—but I feel the same.”

The three girls giggled as they left.

Zuo Baixuan figured they must be freshmen from another university who hadn’t yet heard about Luan Yenan’s infamous reputation as a scumbag Alpha.

She glanced at Luan Yenan’s back.

Tall and graceful, her high cheekbones were partially shaded by her cap, but they couldn’t hide her stunning features. A good night’s sleep had erased all traces of exhaustion and dark circles, leaving behind only skin pampered by top-tier skincare.

Her slender fingers trailed over the fabrics, selecting a few outfits with a keen sense of style. Every move was brimming with confidence.

A woman like this was fatally attractive to younger girls.

Zuo Baixuan frowned slightly.

Author’s Note:

Luan Yenan: Why do I feel a sudden chill down my spine?

Squeaky fan: I can at least confirm it’s not because of me.