After Transmigrating into a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Tool Person - Chapter 27

“Do you still remember me? You used to come over and play with me all the time when you were little.” Jiang Tong smiled gently.

Xie Yinian frowned, thinking for a moment before finally recalling who she was.

She was the elder sister who used to live next door—the one the original Xie Yinian adored as a child. Back then, she’d follow her everywhere like a little tail.

“It’s been a long time Sister Jiang,” Xie Yinian greeted politely.

“Have a seat,” Jiang Tong said with a warm smile.

Xie Yinian pulled out a chair and sat down. Jiang Tong looked toward Xia Qiqi and asked, “And this is?”

“My friend,” Xie Yinian replied.

Xia Qiqi gave a polite nod. Jiang Tong smiled softly and said, “Please, sit.”

Xia Qiqi took a seat not far away.

Jiang Tong then turned her attention back to Xie Yinian. “Where does it hurt?” she asked.

“I injured my arm,” Xie Yinian said, pointing to several bruised spots on her forearm.

Jiang Tong examined the wounds and said, “It’s not too bad. Just disinfect it and apply some ointment.”

She took out some iodine and disinfectant, dipped a cotton swab in the liquid, and said, “Lift your sleeve a bit.”

Xie Yinian rolled her sleeve up, and Jiang Tong bent closer to treat the wound. The two were sitting very close together.

“Does it hurt?” Jiang Tong asked softly.

Xie Yinian frowned. “A little.”

“Bear with it for a moment,” Jiang Tong said, lightening her touch as she applied the ointment.

From her seat, Xia Qiqi watched them quietly. She knew it was just a normal medical procedure, but seeing the two so close made her feel uncomfortable.

Xie Yinian even called her “Sister Jiang”, it sounded quite intimate.

When Jiang Tong finished, she reminded her gently, “Avoid getting the area wet, and try to eat light.”

“Got it,” Xie Yinian said. She stood, ready to leave with Xia Qiqi, when Jiang Tong suddenly called after her.

“Wait a second!”

Xie Yinian turned around, puzzled. “What is it, Sister Jiang?”

Jiang Tong smiled warmly. “I just realized—I don’t have your WeChat. Would it be all right if I added you?”

Since the woman already had her phone out, Xie Yinian couldn’t very well refuse. “Sure,” she said, nodding.

After they scanned each other’s codes, Jiang Tong waved with a smile. “Bye-bye.”

“Bye,” Xie Yinian said, waving back before leaving the clinic with Xia Qiqi.

The hospital corridor was busy with people waiting in line for their prescriptions. The two sat in the front row while an automated voice called out names.

Xia Qiqi glanced at the screen—it wasn’t their turn yet.

“Was that doctor your sister?” she asked suddenly.

“Sort of,” Xie Yinian replied. “She used to be my neighbor when I was little. I didn’t expect to run into her here.”

“Oh.” Xia Qiqi responded lightly. But the thought that they had exchanged WeChat IDs—and might keep in touch—made her chest tighten with a faint sourness.

“Miss Xie Yinian, please proceed to window number five to collect your medicine,” the announcement repeated.

Hearing her name, Xie Yinian stood and went to the counter.

When she came back with the medicine, she said, “Let’s go pick up Doudou. I bet he’s starving by now.”

Xia Qiqi: “…”

The two went to the security office. The guard smiled when he saw them and handed over the leash.

“Thanks for looking after my dog,” Xie Yinian said gratefully. “He didn’t cause any trouble, did he?”

“No, no, he was very well-behaved,” the guard chuckled. “Just sat there waiting patiently.”

The golden retriever wagged his tail excitedly, circling them and letting out a few pitiful whines.

“Hungry?” Xia Qiqi asked softly.

The golden retriever turned to Xie Yinian and whimpered again, as if urging her to hurry home—it wanted dinner!

“Let’s go, then. Uncle, thanks again!” Xie Yinian said, waving goodbye. She patted the dog’s head. “Hungry, huh? I’ll make chicken breast for you tonight.”

The moment it heard “chicken,” the golden retriever’s eyes sparkled. Realizing they were heading home, it dashed forward, tail wagging like a helicopter blade.

Xie Yinian struggled to hold onto the leash, exasperated. “Slow down! Don’t run so fast!”

Obediently, the dog slowed its pace, still wagging happily.

Xia Qiqi looked down at the excited golden retriever and couldn’t help but smile.

When they arrived home, the house was empty— Xie Yinian’s parents were probably out.

She turned on the kitchen light and took out some chicken breast and vegetables.

The golden retriever stood by the counter, paws on the cabinet, watching her eagerly.

It stared unblinkingly as she unwrapped the cling film and placed the chicken on a plate, drool already gathering at the corners of its mouth.

“Go play outside,” Xie Yinian said, worried the dog might steal the raw meat the second she turned away.

But the golden retriever didn’t budge, its gaze fixed on the chicken, utterly entranced.

“This is raw—you can’t eat it. You’ll get an upset stomach,” she warned.

She gently shooed it out of the kitchen and told Xia Qiqi, “Keep an eye on him. Don’t let him sneak in.” Then she turned back to cook.

Xia Qiqi picked up a toy ball from the floor. “Doudou, look what I’ve got,” she said, shaking it teasingly.

The golden retriever’s eyes lit up. It wagged its tail and sniffed at the ball in her hand.

She tossed it across the room. The dog immediately dashed after it, picked it up, and ran back.

“Good boy,” Xia Qiqi praised, patting its head before throwing the ball again.

Doudou raced after it, brought it back, and the two kept playing—one throwing, one fetching—completely absorbed in their little game.

In the kitchen, Xie Yinian sliced the chicken breast into small pieces, easy for the dog to eat. Some larger pieces she set aside, marinating them in soy sauce for dinner later.

She first cooked Doudou’s portion, boiling the chicken in plain water—no salt, no oil, since those were bad for dogs’ stomachs.

After a while, she stirred it gently, added some chopped greens, and let it simmer.

Ten minutes later, the meat was done. She scooped it out into a bowl and brought it to Doudou’s dish.

The golden retriever, drawn by the smell, ran over and began devouring the food eagerly, as if afraid someone might take it away.

“Slow down,” Xie Yinian laughed. “No one’s going to steal it from you.”

Leaving the dog to eat, she carried the empty pot back to the kitchen to cook dinner for herself.

As Xia Qiqi sat watching TV, Xie Yinian’s phone on the sofa buzzed with a new message.

She glanced down.

Jiang Tong: Are you free this weekend? I’d like to take you out to dinner.