After Transmigrating into a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Tool Person - Chapter 47

Xia Ruoxi rested for quite a while before finally finding the strength to get out of bed, wincing as she went to fetch the ointment.

Xie Yinian stirred awake, still groggy, and reached beside her—only to find the space empty.

“Huh? Where’s my wife?” Xie Yinian rubbed her eyes and sat up. The sheets slipped off, and she looked around in confusion.

Xia Ruoxi approached silently, expressionless, holding out the ointment. Her voice was cold: “Here. Take it.”

Xie Yinian stared at the ointment, utterly puzzled. Seeing her so distant and cold all of a sudden, she felt a pang of grievance—last night she had been so enthusiastic.

So, this was what they called “post-sleep amnesia”?

“You heartless, unfeeling scumbag woman!” Xie Yinian accused, pointing a finger at her.

Xia Ruoxi furrowed her brow, not understanding why she would call her a scumbag.

Seeing Xie Yinian’s tearful, pitiful expression—like she’d committed some great crime—Xia Ruoxi frowned. “Are you going to put on the ointment or not?”

“Huh? Ointment?” Xie Yinian blinked, wiping away nonexistent tears. She looked at the ointment in her hand. “This is.”

“For you to use,” Xia Ruoxi replied evenly. Her good intentions were met with inexplicable accusations. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she felt. She retracted the ointment. “Seems like you don’t want it. I’ll take it back then.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Xie Yinian hurried forward, flashing a coaxing smile. She pulled her into a hug, nuzzling against her. “How could I not want something my wife gave me?”

Xia Ruoxi’s cheeks flushed, and she let out a light hum. “Earlier, I don’t even know who called me a scumbag.”

“Who? I don’t remember saying that,” Xie Yinian feigned innocence.

Pushing the clingy Xie Yinian gently away, Xia Ruoxi said, “Enough. I’ll put the ointment on you, so take off your clothes.”

“Ah, that’s not really appropriate, so early in the morning,” Xie Yinian said shyly, her face tinged pink. “Unless, you want to.”

“Want what?” Xia Ruoxi twisted the cap off the ointment and gestured to the bed. “Lie down. I’ll put it on you.”

Xie Yinian obediently removed her camisole and lay down on the bed.

Xia Ruoxi supported her aching waist and sat down, and Xie Yinian, lying on the bed, looked up at her struggling posture and immediately understood.

She sat up, holding Xia Ruoxi’s hand, and carefully examined her. Worried, she asked, “Did I hurt you last night? Is anywhere uncomfortable?”

Xia Ruoxi’s cheeks burned. She turned her head to the side. “Not too bad, just a little sore in the waist. That’s all.”

Her whole body actually felt like it was falling apart after last night’s exertions, but of course, she wouldn’t tell her that—she didn’t want her worrying.

“Then I can massage it for you to ease the soreness,” Xie Yinian said as she prepared to start.

“Let me put on the ointment first,” Xia Ruoxi murmured.

“Okay.” Xie Yinian nodded and leaned back down.

After she applied the ointment, Xie Yinian immediately began massaging her.

“How’s that? Feeling any better?” she asked.

“Much better,” Xia Ruoxi replied. The pressure was just right, and her waist no longer ached as much.

“I’ll massage this side too.”

Xia Ruoxi: “…”

After a while of massage, Xia Ruoxi got up to wash up. Xie Yinian nodded, watching her leave, and then pulled out her phone to reply to messages.

Meanwhile.

Xia Ruoxi stared silently at the new hickeys on her neck in the mirror, gritting her teeth. “Xie Yinian!”

“I’m here! What’s wrong, wifey?” Xie Yinian appeared in the bathroom in a flash.

“Look what you did!” Xia Ruoxi pointed to her neck, exasperated. She still had things to do today—how could she go out looking like this?

Xie Yinian leaned against the door frame casually, eyes gleaming with pride as she inspected the marks. “This isn’t bad at all.”

Now everyone would know Xia Ruoxi had a boyfriend—who would dare think of touching my wife?

“Ahhh—it hurts!”

Xie Yinian yelped as Xia Ruoxi tugged at her ear. She smirked coldly, asking, “Feeling better now?”

“No, no, I was wrong, wifey, sob.”

“Is this your home?” Lu Anran asked, looking around the neat and tidy room.

“Yes,” An Lin smiled, turning to pour her some water.

“Meow!” Suddenly, a gray-and-white cat with blue eyes appeared from somewhere, staring blankly at her and instantly melting Lu Anran’s heart.

She crouched down, smiling. “Hello there. What’s your name?”

“Meow!” Bubu shrank back, wary.

“I won’t hurt you. Don’t be afraid,” Lu Anran coaxed gently. Seeing the cat relax, she reached out to touch it.

“Meow!” The cat swatted her paw.

“Ah! Ow.”

Hearing the commotion, An Lin rushed out from the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”

Seeing Lu Anran grimacing and clutching her hand, An Lin knelt down, examining the scratches—three shallow lines, not serious.

“Wash it with water first,” An Lin said, guiding her to the faucet.

She carefully cleaned Lu Anran’s hand and then fetched a first-aid kit for disinfection.

Lu Anran looked at An Lin, who was focused and frowning while treating the wound, and smiled. “It’s really not that bad. No need to be so serious.”

An Lin didn’t respond, only asking softly, “Does it hurt?”

Lu Anran, seeing her concern, shook her head. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”

Bubu watched curiously as An Lin tapped its head. “You keep staring, no dinner for you tonight.”

Bubu whimpered. “Meow.”

“All right, all right. It didn’t mean to,” Lu Anran said, laughing.

An Lin huffed and continued tending the wound.

Looking outside, Lu Anran noticed the night had grown very dark. “It’s late. It wouldn’t be safe for me to go back alone, can I stay at your place tonight?”