Reborn as the Heartless Alpha - Chapter 24

Song Yi could completely understand why Ding Chen found it hard to believe after all, the original scumbag Alpha’s misdeeds were hardly a secret.

So, she reiterated, “Dr. Ding, I’m serious.”

Ding Chen’s lips twitched slightly, still struggling to accept Song Yi’s drastic transformation over the past few days. It was just too irrational.

“I just woke up. Let me freshen up first, then we’ll talk business. Please wait a moment, Miss Song.”

“Go ahead.” Song Yi agreed understandingly and walked straight to the living room sofa to sit down.

Ding Chen returned to her room with mixed feelings to wash up. The idea of Song Yi asking her to research a suppressant for Alpha’s physiological urges was even more absurd than if Song Yi had harbored some wild intentions toward her.

But it was Ding Chen herself who had told Song Yi yesterday that there was hope for developing such a drug, so it made sense for Song Yi to seek her out.

As Song Yi’s private physician, her workload wasn’t heavy though frequently treating Song Yi’s lovers did test her mental resilience. Beyond that, she spent most of her time buried in research, deliberately ignoring some of Song Yi’s more twisted habits. In truth, Song Yi was a generous and fair employer.

Her statement last night hadn’t been baseless. Ever since becoming Song Yi’s private doctor, she had suspected that Song Yi was abnormal in that regard especially in deriving pleasure from tormenting and hurting others. So, without reporting it, she had conducted private research, hoping that one day she could help Song Yi and prevent more girls from suffering.

She had expected Song Yi to scoff at the idea. Last night, she had only tentatively suggested the possibility, she never imagined Song Yi would be so eager.

The first-generation suppressant was already developed, but it hadn’t been tested yet. Its effectiveness and potential side effects remained unknown.

Should she tell Song Yi that she already had preliminary results?

Zhou Zhou had also struggled to fall asleep last night and only drifted off very late.

Her high school routine had been so rigid that even without enough rest, she woke up promptly at 5:55 a.m. She got up and drew back the curtains.

The sky was a hazy gray, the sun not yet risen.

Standing by the window, Zhou Zhou stretched her limbs before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

Before bed last night, she had reviewed her work responsibilities. The villa housekeeper’s schedule started at 9 a.m. Previously, Miss Song hadn’t had the habit of eating breakfast lunch was prepared directly, and sometimes Miss Song wasn’t even home for meals. In fact, she rarely spent much time at home. Often, when she was home, she would give the housekeeper and other staff temporary leave to avoid interfering with her “private affairs.” So, being Miss Song’s housekeeper was actually quite relaxed.

But more than how easy the job was, Zhou Zhou was curious, what exactly were Miss Song’s “private affairs”?

After washing up, Zhou Zhou picked out a pretty yet modest white short-sleeved dress from the wardrobe, its hem reaching her calves with pleats resembling gardenia petals.

At this hour, Miss Song probably wasn’t awake yet. Zhou Zhou tiptoed downstairs. Though Miss Song hadn’t had the habit of eating breakfast before, yesterday morning they had shared wontons together, and Miss Song hadn’t objected. Besides, breakfast was good for health, so Zhou Zhou decided to make some it would also be a chance to practice her cooking skills.

Entering the kitchen, Zhou Zhou tied on an apron, pulled up the recipe she had saved on her phone last night, and carefully flipped through it before settling on a simple tomato and egg noodle soup.

Zhou Zhou meticulously prepared the ingredients according to the recipe. She washed the tomatoes, sliced them, cracked four eggs into a bowl, and whisked them thoroughly. When the recipe called for “an appropriate amount of salt,” she froze, hesitated, then looked it up online before adding just a pinch, thinking she could always adjust the seasoning later if the noodles turned out too bland.

Perhaps culinary talent simply wasn’t in her genes. Every step seemed to take Zhou Zhou at least ten minutes, and by the time she finished cooking, it was already nearly nine o’clock.

The portions turned out just right exactly two bowls. Zhou Zhou sampled it carefully several times, confirming the taste was balanced and wouldn’t be unpleasant, before finally feeling reassured enough to go upstairs and ask Miss Song if she wanted breakfast.

After knocking on the door several times with no response, Zhou Zhou grew worried again, recalling Miss Song’s unusual behavior the night before. She pulled out her phone, about to try calling, when she noticed an unread message.

Zhou Zhou, I had some business to attend to today, so I went out. Make sure to eat well on your own.

[Also, a locksmith should come by around noon to change the locks. Just keep an eye on things for me.]

The moment she read the messages, Zhou Zhou let out a sigh of relief, but soon, a pang of disappointment welled up inside her.

She remembered how, while communicating with the staff last night, they had repeatedly mentioned that Miss Song wasn’t often home.

Turning back downstairs, Zhou Zhou decided she would eat both bowls of noodles herself, no sense in wasting food.

To her surprise, a woman was already standing by the dining table, exuding an air of aloof indifference. Sensing Zhou Zhou’s approach, she glanced over, the corners of her lips lifting slightly with a brightness like the sun breaking through after snowfall. Zhou Zhou recognized her Miss You, the woman who seemed to share a rather complicated relationship with Miss Song.

“Miss You, are you here to see Miss Song? She’s gone out,” Zhou Zhou said, doing her best to fulfill her duties as the housekeeper.

You Xuechu’s gaze remained fixed on Zhou Zhou, ignoring her question.

After a moment, she spoke. “That dress suits you.”

Zhou Zhou’s footsteps faltered. Instinctively, she glanced down she was still wearing the pink apron over her white dress and wasn’t sure whether Miss You meant the apron or the dress underneath.

You Xuechu, of course, was referring to the white dress. A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes as she beckoned Zhou Zhou over, who then continued walking toward her.

As Miss Song’s housekeeper, entertaining her guests was surely part of the job.

“You know, I once asked Song Yi for this very dress. She refused, saying it wouldn’t suit me,” You Xuechu remarked, a note of regret in her voice. Zhou Zhou couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Crossing her arms, You Xuechu made it clearer. “This dress was something Song Yi set aside for her future girlfriend.”

Zhou Zhou’s eyes widened in shock. “N-no, Miss You, you’ve misunderstood. Miss Song said this was part of the housekeeper’s benefits.”

“Really?” You Xuechu chuckled softly and shook her head. “Song Yi has a particular habit she loves buying clothes for her future girlfriend.”

Zhou Zhou pressed her lips together tightly, saying nothing.

“Have you slept with Song Yi?” You Xuechu asked bluntly.

Zhou Zhou’s eyes widened in horror.

“Guess not yet,” You Xuechu murmured, lightly patting Zhou Zhou’s shoulder. “Song Yi really does treat you differently.”

She hoped it wasn’t just her imagination it seemed like Song Yi was treating Zhou Zhou with the kind of attention reserved for a real girlfriend.

Zhou Zhou bit her lower lip, her face flushing crimson. “Miss You, please don’t misunderstand. There’s nothing between Miss Song and me.”

“Don’t misunderstand,” You Xuechu smiled. “Song Yi and I are in the past. I just want to give you some advice you can date Song Yi, but never give her your heart. Never.”

“Understand?” You Xuechu spoke with the earnest tone of an elder advising Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou didn’t understand.

Though she didn’t know what had happened between Miss Song and Miss You before, in Miss You’s words, Miss Song seemed like a terrible person who toyed with others’ emotions completely at odds with the image of Miss Song in Zhou Zhou’s mind.

Her thoughts were in turmoil, unsure how to respond.

Just then, a phone suddenly rang.

Glancing down, she saw it was a call from Miss Song. Excited, Zhou Zhou tapped the answer button.

But the voice on the other end wasn’t Miss Song’s.

“Hello? Zhou Zhou? It’s Ding Chen. We met yesterday, I came to treat you.”

“Dr. Ding?” Zhou Zhou gripped the phone tightly, her voice tense. “Has something happened to Miss Song?”

“Well…” Ding Chen turned to glance at Song Yi, who was strapped to the operating table, and sighed. “Miss Song is indeed here with me, and the situation isn’t great. I might need you to come over. I’ll send you the address.”

The call ended, and Zhou Zhou frantically untied her apron, ready to rush out. You Xuechu stopped her.

“Don’t panic just yet. Get ready first. I’ll have the driver take you there.”

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