After Transmigrating into a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Tool Person - Chapter 31

After drying her hair, Xia Qiqi ran her fingers through the soft, fluffy strands. Just then, the phone on the table lit up with a soft ding.

She picked it up, sat down in the chair, and opened the new message.

An: Xia, I’m back in the country. I’m looking for a place to stay right now. Once I settle down, I’ll come see you.

Xia Qiqi: When did you get back?

An: Yesterday. I brought Bubu with me—you’re going to love her.

Attached was a photo of a blonde woman with blue eyes holding a large Ragdoll cat in her arms.

Xia Qiqi: Looking forward to seeing you.

They chatted for a while before An Lin said she had something to do and went offline.

Xia Qiqi turned off her phone. The ticking of the alarm clock filled the quiet room as she stared blankly ahead, slipping into her memories.

“Hey, wait! You dropped something!”

Harvard University, USA.

Nineteen-year-old Xia Qiqi was walking across campus with a stack of books in her arms when she heard someone calling from behind. She turned around in mild confusion.

An Lin came running toward her, slightly out of breath, holding out Xia Qiqi’s wallet. “You dropped this.”

Xia Qiqi patted her pocket—empty. She accepted the wallet with a polite nod. “Thank you.”

An Lin’s cheeks flushed as she looked at the tall, cool-looking girl with long black hair and warm, amber-toned skin. “You’re welcome,” she stammered.

“Are you a freshman?” she ventured.

Xia Qiqi nodded.

“Same here,” An Lin said with a friendly smile. “How about we walk together?”

“Sure.”

Later, the two were assigned to the same class. An Lin often sought her out to chat or discuss coursework. Gradually, they grew familiar and became friends.

One afternoon, An Lin suddenly turned to her and asked, “Xia, what if I said I liked you? Would you go out with me?”

Xia Qiqi froze. After a moment of silence, she shook her head. “I don’t feel that way about you.”

After that, An Lin acted as if nothing had happened. She continued to talk to her as usual, but in truth, she never gave up. She found excuses to invite Xia Qiqi out and often brought her little gifts. Unable to resist her persistence, Xia Qiqi eventually stopped refusing.

They continued being “friends,” never mentioning that confession again. By the time they graduated, they had gone their separate ways. An Lin had a girlfriend then and even teased Xia Qiqi, saying, “You’ve graduated and you’re still single—aren’t you going to find someone?”

Xia Qiqi had only smiled and shaken her head. “I don’t plan on dating.”

Her thoughts broke as a knock sounded at the door.

Xia Qiqi rose to open it.

Xie Yinian stood outside, freshly showered, her hair damp and skin flushed pink from the heat of the water.

A faint scent of milk drifted toward Xia Qiqi.

Xie Yinian’s gaze swept over her. Xia Qiqi’s hair was already dry, clearly just blow-dried.

“Can I borrow the hair dryer?” Xie Yinian asked.

Xia Qiqi nodded and went to fetch it, handing it over to her.

As she took the hair dryer, Xie Yinian couldn’t help sneaking glances at her—the delicate lines of her figure, the cool, refined air she carried, that face so quietly alluring, it was hard not to be moved.

When Xia Qiqi noticed her spacing out, she frowned slightly. “Do you need anything else?”

Snapping back to reality, Xie Yinian felt her cheeks warm. She couldn’t very well admit she’d been staring. Clearing her throat, she said quickly, “Nothing, just wanted to let you know—we’re heading back tomorrow. Pack up tonight. We leave at eight.”

Xia Qiqi replied faintly, “Okay.”

“Then I’ll head back.”

With that, Xie Yinian hurried off.

The air still carried the faint trace of that milky scent. Xia Qiqi caught a whiff of it and felt her cheeks heat.

At the hotel, An Lin stood beside the bed, helplessly watching the woman sprawled across it like a starfish.

She sighed softly.

Lu Anran was fast asleep, smiling foolishly, clearly lost in a pleasant dream.

An hour earlier.

Lu Anran and An Lin had gone to the dance floor. The music was loud and pulsing; men and women swayed together, bodies moving to the beat.

A man approached Lu Anran, asking if she’d like to dance with him.

Before she could respond, An Lin slung an arm casually around her shoulder and said with a teasing smile, “Sorry, she’s with me.”

The man gave them a knowing look and retreated.

Lu Anran chuckled. “He probably thinks we’re a couple now.”

An Lin only shrugged.

Lu Anran grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the dance floor. Watching the crowd move to the rhythm, her eyes lit up. “Let’s dance.”

She placed a hand on An Lin’s shoulder.

An Lin laughed softly, wrapped an arm around Lu Anran’s waist, and began to sway with her.

Lu Anran’s pulse quickened as the other woman moved closer—fluid as a water serpent, circling her, brushing past her. Their faces neared, and An Lin’s lips grazed her cheek.

Lu Anran’s face flushed deep red.

The music pounded on.

Then An Lin slipped off her jacket and tossed it aside, revealing a tight black camisole that showed off a perfect waistline. Her black pencil skirt hugged her hips, and sheer stockings accentuated the curve of her legs…

Cheers erupted all around them. Lu Anran’s cheeks burned as she turned her head away, refusing to meet An Lin’s eyes. But An Lin wasn’t about to let her escape—she hooked an arm around Lu Anran’s neck, pulling her down so their eyes met.

For a moment, Lu Anran wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or something else entirely, but An Lin looked impossibly enticing under the flickering lights. Before she knew it, she leaned forward and kissed her.

An Lin’s hand slid to the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Their tongues tangled, tasting each other’s sweetness.

Lost in the moment, the two kissed passionately, and the surrounding crowd broke into another round of cheers.

Lu Anran couldn’t remember how the dance ended after that. When she finally came back to her senses, she realized she was completely drunk. When An Lin asked where she lived, she only mumbled incoherently, so with no other choice, An Lin brought her to a hotel for the night.

An Lin warmed a towel and gently pressed it to Lu Anran’s forehead. Her skin was smooth and soft—so tempting that An Lin couldn’t resist giving her cheek a light squeeze as she murmured, “Can’t handle your liquor, and you still drink that much.”

When An Lin had first arrived at the bar, she’d seen Lu Anran sitting alone in a booth, already downing several glasses. She’d thought the girl had an impressive tolerance.

After wiping her face and hands, An Lin slipped off Lu Anran’s shoes, then knelt on one knee on the bed to adjust her position so she could lie more comfortably. She was about to get up when—

Lu Anran suddenly caught her wrist.

An Lin lost her balance and tumbled forward onto the bed, nearly falling right on top of her. “You.”

Before she could finish, Lu Anran, eyes still closed, pulled her in and clung tightly, mumbling something unintelligible.

An Lin looked down at the sleeping woman in her arms and let out a helpless little laugh. She sighed, wrapped an arm around her, gently stroked her hair, and closed her eyes.

Just one night, she thought.

The next morning, Lu Anran woke up, blinking in confusion at the woman beside her. An Lin was lying there completely naked, not a single stitch of clothing on her, the thin bedsheet barely covering her curves.

Lu Anran froze. What, what happened last night? Did she actually, with her?

Her mind stopped there. She quickly glanced down at herself—her clothes were still on, exactly as last night. She patted her chest in relief. Thank goodness.

Her gaze drifted toward An Lin’s bare skin, her expression growing complicated.

If nothing had happened, then why wasn’t An Lin wearing anything? Could it be that she had been the one to make a move last night? The thought made Lu Anran inwardly curse herself. Had she really been that desperate—to make a move on an Alpha of all people?

Just then, An Lin stirred. The sheet slipped down, revealing two rosy peaks.

Lu Anran’s face flamed instantly, and she turned her head away.

An Lin blinked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

“Morning,” she said softly, reaching out to hug Lu Anran.

Lu Anran shrank back, flustered. “We—we, last night,” she stammered.

An Lin tilted her head. “Last night?”

“I’ll, I’ll take responsibility for you!” Lu Anran blurted out in one breath, her face the color of a tomato.

“Take responsibility for what?” An Lin asked, clearly confused.

“I mean, since I, you know, did that to you last night, I thought I should.” Her voice trailed off to a whisper.

An Lin suddenly burst out laughing, clutching her stomach.

“Hahaha—you’re too funny!” she managed between giggles.

Lu Anran blinked, completely lost. Was she laughing because she was in shock? Because she couldn’t handle the idea of being slept with by an Omega?

Feeling sorry for her, Lu Anran said softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you well.”

That only made An Lin laugh harder. Seeing Lu Anran’s earnest expression, she realized the girl had completely misunderstood. The truth was, Lu Anran had been so warm and clingy in her sleep that An Lin couldn’t breathe—after pushing her away a few times only for her to snuggle back in, she’d finally just taken off her own clothes to cool down.

Wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, An Lin gathered Lu Anran into her arms. Seeing her sit there all dazed and flustered made An Lin’s heart melt. She ruffled her hair affectionately and chuckled. “Sweetheart, you’re just too cute.”

The soft press of An Lin’s body against hers made Lu Anran’s face burn even redder.

“You didn’t do anything to me last night, promise,” An Lin teased.

Didn’t do anything? Impossible!

“Then why are you.”

An Lin, already guessing her question, explained with a smile, “It was just too hot, so I took them off.”

Hearing that, Lu Anran finally relaxed.

An Lin pinched her cheek playfully and said, “I’m going to take a shower. Wait for me, okay? We’ll have breakfast together in a bit.”

With that, she stood up. The sheet slipped off completely, baring her from head to toe. Lu Anran’s eyes widened at the sight of the smooth, peachy curves and quickly averted her gaze, her face burning like a steamed shrimp.

Foreign Alphas really were something else. How could they walk around stark naked without even blushing?