After Transmigrating into a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Tool Person - Chapter 45

When Xie Yinian returned home, she noticed a small light-blue gift bag hanging on the doorknob. Embossed on its surface were golden letters, and a blue ribbon was tied neatly on top.

She took down the bag, frowning in confusion. “Who could this be from? And why is it hanging at my door?”

“To my dear wife.” Xie Yinian read the English words aloud: “To my dear wife.” Could it possibly be from Xia Ruoxi?

Carrying the bag, she stepped inside and found a chair to sit on. She placed the bag on the table, reached for the ribbon, and untied it.

Inside was a letter and several small trinkets.

She took them out one by one and arranged them on the table: a crystal ball, a Shiba Inu plush, a fox bracelet, and more.

Xie Yinian held the fox bracelet in her hand, examining it closely. A tiny crimson fox was nestled between the threads of the bracelet, a fiery mark decorating its forehead. It was exquisite.

She liked it. Slipping the bracelet onto her wrist, it fit perfectly. Then she picked up the letter and opened the envelope.

Dear Yinian,

I hope this letter finds you well.

I’m truly sorry for what happened the other day. I have deeply reflected on my mistakes and sincerely regret how I ignored your feelings because of my own fears. I never meant to hurt you, and I am genuinely sorry.

What happened could have been resolved through honest communication, but I chose to hide the truth. Lin Chen and I have never had any relationship. When he asked me out that day, I made it clear I didn’t like him. He gave up pursuing me and even promised to help me deal with my parents. They are no longer my parents in the true sense—I am not their biological child.

They tried to use their shares to force me to marry Lin Chen. I had no choice but to pretend to agree while secretly collecting evidence of their crimes. Eventually, I succeeded in putting them behind bars. My name is now Xia Ruoxi—the name my biological parents gave me. Don’t you think it’s beautiful?

This is everything that happened. I beg you to give me a chance to make amends and forgive my mistakes. I am truly sorry. I know I was wrong. Please, let’s reconcile, my wife.

—Yours forever, Xia Xia

After reading the letter, Xie Yinian couldn’t help the tears that slipped down her cheeks, blotting the paper.

She had been waiting for this apology for so long. These past days hadn’t been easy either; though she appeared to be punishing Xia Ruoxi, she was really punishing herself. Every time she saw Xia Ruoxi hurt and flustered by her coldness, she felt her heart ache uncontrollably.

Wiping her tears, Xie Yinian took out her phone, removed Xia Ruoxi from the blacklist, and dialed her number.

“Yinian.” Xia Ruoxi’s voice came through, tinged with surprise and delight. She hadn’t expected Xie Yinian to call.

“I, I forgive you.” Xie Yinian said, choking back her sobs.

Hearing the trembling in her voice, Xia Ruoxi’s heart ached. “Don’t cry. It makes me feel sad.”

“I miss you.” Xie Yinian whispered hoarsely. She truly missed her—wanted to hear her voice, to hold her.

Carrying a bag of medicine, Xia Ruoxi returned to the complex. Smiling softly at Xie Yinian’s words, she said, “Go open the door and see who’s back.”

Wiping away her tears, Xie Yinian hurried to the door. Outside stood a serene, elegant woman, eyes curved in a gentle smile.

Xie Yinian stepped forward and wrapped her tightly in an embrace.

Xia Ruoxi was held close, then took a step back and slowly placed her hands on Xie Yinian’s back, gently patting her to soothe her emotions.

They lingered in the embrace for a while before Xie Yinian finally let go. She studied Xia Ruoxi carefully, noticing how much thinner she had grown. Her face was pale, almost devoid of color. She mentally noted to cook more nourishing meals for her.

“Ahem.” Xia Ruoxi cleared her throat lightly. Xie Yinian quickly guided her inside, shutting the door against the cold wind.

With the heater on, Xia Ruoxi felt warmer, though her feet were still cold. Xie Yinian glanced down, her eyes catching Xia Ruoxi’s feet. An idea struck her. “Wait here a moment,” she said.

Puzzled, Xia Ruoxi watched as Xie Yinian went into the bathroom. The sound of running water soon followed. In a short while, Xie Yinian emerged with a bucket of water and placed it before her. “The temperature is just right, not too hot. Try soaking your feet in it.”

“You didn’t have to.” Xia Ruoxi said.

“Trust me. Cold feet affect your whole body, and with your cold, you should take care of yourself,” Xie Yinian said, unable to hide her concern.

Xia Ruoxi pressed her lips together, then leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Xie Yinian’s cheek. “Thank you, my wife,” she whispered the last two words softly, shyly lowering her gaze.

Xie Yinian’s heart skipped a beat. She leaned in, wanting to kiss her, missing the intimacy they hadn’t shared in so long.

“No.” Xia Ruoxi shied away softly. “I have a cold. I might pass it to you.”

Xie Yinian ignored her, whispering near her ear, “I’m not afraid. I have strong immunity. A tiny virus won’t stop me.”

With that, she pressed her lips to Xia Ruoxi’s.

“Mmm.” Xia Ruoxi tilted her head back, surrendering to the warmth and gentleness.

After a while, Xie Yinian pulled back, urging her to soak her feet before they got cold.

Smiling lightly, Xia Ruoxi rolled up her pants and dipped her feet into the bucket. The temperature was perfect—comfortable, not scalding, and her feet began to warm.

Xie Yinian reached out and stroked Xia Ruoxi’s hair. “I’ll make us something to eat. What would you like?”

“Something light is fine,” Xia Ruoxi replied. After a pause, she asked, “Do you want me to help?”

Recalling Xia Ruoxi’s cooking skills, Xie Yinian shook her head. “I’ve got it. You can relax.”

“I’ll cook then. If you get bored, you can watch some TV.” She handed Xia Ruoxi the remote and turned toward the kitchen.

Soon, the sound of chopping filled the kitchen. Xia Ruoxi watched Xie Yinian’s back, apron tied neatly as she cooked, and smiled softly.

It felt so good.