After Transmigrating into a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Tool Person - Chapter 49

After washing up, Xie Yinian sat down for breakfast.

Xia Ruoxi glanced at the toast, salad, and milk laid out on the table. For some reason, just looking at them made her feel queasy—she had no appetite at all.

Sensing something was off, Xie Yinian paused with the knife still in her hand.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like it?” she asked gently.

Xia Ruoxi nodded.

“Then what do you want to eat?”

After a moment of silence, Ruoxi finally voiced her craving. “I want plum soup and spicy tofu from Shi Ji’s.”

She didn’t know why—she just suddenly wanted it.

“But your cold.” Xie Yinian frowned, worried. “You’re supposed to avoid spicy and greasy food when you’re sick.”

“I’m fine now. Really,” Ruoxi said. Her head no longer felt dizzy, and the cough was gone too. After all, she had worked up quite a sweat last night.

Her ears turned pink at the thought.

“Alright, then. I’ll go buy it for you.”

Xie Yinian remembered that the restaurant didn’t do deliveries, so she’d have to go herself.

Ruoxi stood up. “No need to pack it. Let’s just go eat there together.”

“Are you sure you’re up for it?” Xie Yinian’s gaze flicked meaningfully to Ruoxi’s waist.

Ruoxi blushed even deeper. “I’m fine now. Really.”

“Okay.”

Xie Yinian smiled, took the car keys, and reached for her hand.

“Let’s go then.”

A sliver of sunlight slipped into the room.

Lu Anran stirred on the bed, stretched lazily, and yawned.

The person beside her heard the movement and slowly opened her eyes.

An Lin scooted closer, wrapped an arm around Lu Anran, and nuzzled against her hair with a drowsy murmur.

“What time is it?”

Lu Anran’s face flushed slightly. She reached for her phone on the bedside table and squinted at the screen.

“Half past twelve.”

“What? It’s already noon?”

“Mhm.”

Sitting up, An Lin glanced around the room. The floor was a complete mess.

Well, last night really had been wild. She wasn’t even sure how things had gotten that far—she just hadn’t been able to control herself around Lu Anran.

She picked up her scattered clothes and began to dress.

“I’m going to wash up. I’ll order takeout later. What do you want to eat?”

Lu Anran, watching her pull on her shirt, replied with a shy blush,

“Seafood congee and soup dumplings.”

“Got it.”

An Lin nodded and went into the bathroom to wash.

As soon as Lu Anran swung her legs off the bed, a wave of soreness ran through her body. Her knees trembled; it felt like she’d been taken apart and put back together again.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth, wincing as she eased herself down to sit, clutching her waist.

How on earth was An Lin so strong? She’d practically been rearranged!

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, An Lin brushed her teeth and caught her own reflection in the mirror.

What was she and Lu Anran now?

Friends?

A one-night stand?

Or something else.

She shook her head. No—friends didn’t do what they did.

Truthfully, she was a little moved by Lu Anran. Maybe she should just confess to her.

After freshening up, An Lin stepped out of the bathroom—only to hear a knock at the door.

“Hello, your takeout.” The delivery guy handed her a bag.

“Thank you.”

“Enjoy your meal.”

An Lin closed the door and carried the food to the small table, unpacking the containers.

“Come on, go brush your teeth,” she called to Lu Anran. “The congee’s best while it’s hot.”

Lu Anran didn’t move. She just sat there on the bed, staring at her.

Puzzled, An Lin set out the chopsticks and turned back.

“Sweetheart? Aren’t you coming?”

Lu Anran’s expression was tragic, on the verge of tears.

An Lin walked over, ruffled her hair, and asked softly,

“What’s wrong? Still sleepy?”

Lu Anran buried her face in An Lin’s arms, her voice muffled and pitiful.

“I feel sore all over, especially my waist. It’s numb, like ants crawling under my skin. I can’t even walk.”

Guilt flashed across An Lin’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been gentler.”

That position last night, not everyone could handle it. No wonder Lu Anran was so worn out.

Lu Anran’s cheeks burned. “It’s okay. I just need to rest a bit.”

Even if it was rough, she had to admit, she liked it.

Smiling faintly, An Lin slid her arms under her and lifted her up.

Lu Anran gasped, immediately looping her arms around An Lin’s neck and wrapping her legs around her waist for balance.

An Lin adjusted her hold and chuckled. “I’ll carry you to brush your teeth, then.”

“Mhm.” Lu Anran rested her head on An Lin’s shoulder, breathing in the faint cherry-blossom scent of her pheromones.

Why did she smell so good?

An Lin’s neck tingled as Lu Anran nuzzled and sniffed at her like a puppy. With a laugh, she gave Lu Anran’s rear a light squeeze.

“Don’t move around so much—you’ll fall.”

“Your pheromones smell amazing,” Lu Anran murmured, nuzzling her neck and inhaling deeply.

An Lin set her down on the bathroom counter, leaned in, and propped her hands on either side of her legs, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

“Do they? There’s an even sweeter scent if you want to taste it.”

Lu Anran’s face went crimson. “Stop it, let me down.”

An Lin wasn’t about to let her go that easily. She leaned closer.

“Ah—wait! I haven’t brushed my teeth yet!”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.” An Lin grinned. “Besides, fairies don’t have bad breath—and you, sweetheart, is my little fairy.”

“Mm.”

Lu Anran: “…”

Inside the restaurant, the waiter greeted them warmly.

“Ladies, what would you like to eat? We’ve got everything here—please take a look at the menu.” The waiter smiled and pushed the menu toward them.

Xia Ruoxi flipped through it for a moment and said, “I’ll have the sour plum juice and spicy tofu”

After they finished ordering, the waiter nodded politely and left.

The private room on the second floor was quiet and well-insulated from the bustle downstairs—one of the reasons Xia Ruoxi liked coming to this restaurant.

The two sat across from each other, waiting for their dishes to arrive, occasionally exchanging a few soft words.

Soon, the waiter came back carrying plates of steaming food. Once everything was set on the table, he quietly excused himself.

Click.

Just then, the door opened, and a group of people entered, laughing and chatting like they were there for a gathering.

“Ah—sorry, sorry, wrong room!” the man at the door said, scratching his head awkwardly.

“It’s fine,” Xia Ruoxi replied with a small smile and a shake of her head.

The woman beside him nudged him playfully. “How do you even get the wrong room? Let’s go.”

As they were turning to leave, the woman suddenly stopped, her gaze lingering on Xia Ruoxi.

“Wait a second—isn’t that President Xia? Long time no see!”

The man blinked in surprise. “You two know each other?”

The woman nodded, then turned to him with a smile. “You guys go ahead first. I’ll catch up in a bit.”

“Alright, don’t take too long.”

“I won’t,” she said with a nod before walking over to Xia Ruoxi’s table.

“Hey! Remember me?” she said cheerfully.

Xia Ruoxi looked puzzled. “You are?”

“Sun Ning—your college classmate! We even used to hang out all the time. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?”

Xia Ruoxi’s expression softened as memory clicked into place. “Right, I remember now. It’s been a long time, Sun Ning.”

“Hasn’t it been, what, five years already? You’ve done so well for yourself. Meanwhile, I’m still a regular office worker slaving away for someone else. You’ve become a big-time CEO now—impressive! No wonder you were always top of the

class.” Sun Ning gave her a playful thumbs-up.

“Thank you,” Xia Ruoxi replied politely.

“I still miss those days—me, you, and An Lin back in school. Everything was so easy then. We were carefree, people were chasing us, life was fun. Not like now—finding a decent partner feels harder than climbing a mountain.” Sun Ning sighed nostalgically.

“I still remember how back in college, you had a line of admirers that could’ve stretched all the way to France. Even An Lin couldn’t resist you—always hanging around, bringing you snacks, handing you drinks. I used to get jealous because she never treated me like that!”

Sun Ning laughed, then finally noticed the woman sitting opposite Xia Ruoxi. “And this is?”

“This is Xie Yinian—my wife,” Xia Ruoxi said after clearing her throat lightly.

Sun Ning’s eyes widened. “You’re married?”

Xia Ruoxi nodded. “Mm-hm.”

“Well, look at you!” Sun Ning nudged her teasingly with her elbow, then turned to Xie Yinian with a smile. “Hello, Ms. Xie.”

“Hello,” Xie Yinian replied with a polite nod.

After chatting a bit longer, Sun Ning said, “I’ll head back first—let’s catch up properly next time.”

“Sure,” Xia Ruoxi said, watching her leave before withdrawing her gaze.

Xie Yinian was smiling when she turned back to Xia Ruoxi. “So,” she said sweetly, “care to explain? All those admirers lined up to France? You were quite the campus belle, weren’t you? Always surrounded by suitors. Oh, and An Lin—sounds like you two were very close?”

A flicker of irritation stirred beneath her smile. She could feel jealousy boiling up, and she hated how it made her sound. If only she’d met Xia Ruoxi back in those student days—she wouldn’t have let anyone else near her.

The food in front of her suffered the consequences—she was stabbing and shredding it absently with her fork.

Seeing that, Xia Ruoxi nervously pulled her hand back, which only made Xie Yinian more annoyed. She got up, moved to sit beside Xia Ruoxi, and slowly leaned closer.

“I didn’t want all those people chasing me,” Xia Ruoxi explained quickly. “I don’t even know why they liked me. I was focused on studying—I turned them all down. As for An Lin, yes, she liked me once, but I rejected her. After that, she moved on and got a girlfriend.”

Though now they’d broken up. Back then, An Lin used to complain to her about that girlfriend—how she spent money recklessly, drained her savings, and was so spoiled she’d throw tantrums and threaten to break up every other day. An Lin had put up with her for a month before she finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh, so just a friend,” Xie Yinian murmured, her smile tight. “Still, she seemed awfully attentive—bringing you tea and water and all that. Very devoted.”

The jealousy burned hotter. Damn it—she was losing her mind over this.

Hearing that tone, Xia Ruoxi frowned and pushed at her. “Let me go.”

“This is a restaurant, people might see us,” she whispered anxiously.

“I’m not letting go.” Xie Yinian’s voice was low and firm. She was genuinely upset now. How could her wife have so many admirers? It was infuriating.

Pushed back into the seat, Xia Ruoxi glared at her. “Then what about you and Lu Anran?” she snapped.

Xie Yinian froze. “What about her?”

“When I came to find you that day, I saw her in your house—using your bathroom, wearing your robe, with red marks on her neck!” Xia Ruoxi’s voice trembled. “Don’t tell me nothing happened. Maybe you were with her then, since, back then, I was nothing to you anyway.”

Plip. Plip.

Tears began to fall. Xie Yinian looked down, stunned—she was crying?

The tears came faster, harder, as Xia Ruoxi finally broke down, letting out all the frustration and fear she’d held inside. She’d been terrified that Xie Yinian would leave her, that she’d stop loving her. How could she do that to her.

Heart twisting, Xie Yinian reached out and gently wiped her tears with her fingers. “Don’t cry,” she whispered softly. “It hurts to see you like this.”