Transmigrated As an Alpha, The Female Lead Cried in My Arms. - Chapter 8

Pei Suyu had just closed her eyes, hoping to snag a little more sleep, when her phone rang again. It was Gan Feng. To her utter surprise, the CEO had agreed to her proposal without further hesitation.

However, having made the decision, Gan Feng wasn’t shy about setting terms. “Since Lu Lu is staying with you, I’ll have to trouble you to tutor her. After all, her brain… well, it doesn’t function particularly well.”

Pei Suyu felt a wave of hesitation. “But I’m scheduled to return to campus next week. I’m afraid I won’t have the time.”

“You can take a leave of absence for a while,” Gan Feng said dismissively. “Educating Lu Lu properly is the priority here.”

The commanding tone made Pei Suyu uneasy. She pushed back instinctively. “I’m afraid that’s not possible. This is my profession, after all.”

Gan Feng, a master of social nuances, immediately sensed the displeasure in Pei Suyu’s voice and shifted her strategy. “Right, right. My request was a bit overreaching. You have a career to maintain. Tell me, what would be an appropriate fee for you to act as Lu Lu’s private tutor?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Pei Suyu began to explain.

She was genuinely starting to fear this CEO’s “monetary offensive.” But as expected, history repeated itself.

Ding. Her phone chimed. A notification appeared: Balance increased by 500,000 CNY.

Pei Suyu’s hand trembled slightly. Before she could speak, Gan Feng’s voice came through the line: “How does 500,000 a month sound for tutoring Lu Lu? Her condition is truly worrying. I hope you can cooperate with me, if only for the sake of saving a young girl’s future.”

Gan Feng was effectively draping her in a cloak of moral obligation. Once again, Pei Suyu realized just how fragile one’s “principles” could be when faced with such overwhelming wealth.

She reluctantly agreed. Again.

No sooner had she hung up than a massive explosion rocked the apartment.

Her heart skipped a beat. She threw open her door and bolted toward the noise.

In the kitchen, Gan Lu stood with a face as white as a sheet. The moment she saw Pei Suyu, she lunged toward her, her voice thick with tears. “Teacher Pei, I didn’t mean to…”

Pei Suyu chanted “stay calm” like a mantra in her head several times before pulling Gan Lu behind her. Feeling a sense of profound despair, she forced herself to maintain a steady gaze as she surveyed the wreckage of her kitchen.

The gas stove was covered in a crusty, yellowish liquid. Inside the frying pan was a charred, black mass that defied identification. The microwave was even worse—the glass door was smeared with a sticky white residue.

She looked up and let out a long, weary breath. Pointing at the frying pan, her mouth twitched uncontrollably. “Explain. Now.”

Gan Lu lowered her head piteously. “I wanted to fry some eggs for you… who knew it would be so much trouble? The flame was too high, and they just… turned black!”

Looking at the scorched lump in the pan, Pei Suyu couldn’t fathom how anyone could achieve such a result. She turned her gaze to the microwave, her suspicions already forming.

“Did you put a carton of milk in there to heat it up?”

Gan Lu looked genuinely shocked. “Teacher! How did you know? You’re so smart!”

Being called “smart” by this girl made Pei Suyu let out a dry, biting laugh. “Are you a primary schooler? Even a child knows you can’t put packaged milk in a microwave. It explodes!”

“Who remembers stuff from primary school?” Gan Lu muttered under her breath.

Pei Suyu’s temples throbbed. “It’s common sense!”

“It’s common sense for people who cook,” Gan Lu countered. “I’ve never had to cook. People always just bring food to me. How was I supposed to know?”

It was the first time Pei Suyu had heard someone “flex” their privilege so matter-of-factly. She finally realized that she hadn’t brought home a student; she had invited a pampered little ancestor with zero life skills and no common sense who needed to be served hand and foot.

What did I do to deserve this?

Losing all desire to argue, Pei Suyu pointed toward the living room. “Go stay out there. Stop causing trouble while I clean this up.”

Gan Lu didn’t move. She leaned in cautiously. “Can I help?”

“Help?” Pei Suyu put a heavy, dangerous emphasis on the word.

Sensing the shift in mood, Gan Lu immediately pivoted. “No, no… you help me. Teach me how to clean.”

Pei Suyu ignored her. She sighed, unplugged the microwave, and began the arduous task of scraping out the milk.

It took fifteen minutes to get the appliance clean. When she turned around, she found Gan Lu following her like a little shadow, looking at her with guilt-filled eyes. “I’m sorry, Teacher Pei. I really didn’t mean it. I just wanted to make breakfast for you. I’m just so dim… please don’t be mad at me, okay?”

If Gan Lu had any redeeming qualities, it was her ability to be “flexible.” She was pretty, her smile was incredibly sweet, and when she acted vulnerable, very few people could resist.

Gan Lu had clearly figured out that Pei Suyu was soft-hearted. Whenever trouble brewed, she would fold immediately, making Pei Suyu’s anger feel like a punch landing on a pile of cotton—totally ineffective.

Remembering how the girl had fainted simply because she’d been called “dim,” Pei Suyu felt a twinge of discomfort hearing the girl call herself dim. She couldn’t stand seeing a girl look so dejected.

With a resigned sigh, Pei Suyu stopped what she was doing. She pulled a hundred-dollar bill from her drawer and handed it over. “I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Go buy us some breakfast.”

The previously moping Gan Lu instantly perked up. “What do you like to eat, Teacher?”

Knowing the girl’s talent for causing chaos, Pei Suyu didn’t dare say “anything.” She gave very specific instructions: “One order of soup dumplings, and a cup of soy milk with no sugar. You can buy whatever you want for yourself.”

“Got it! I can definitely handle this!”

Gan Lu patted her chest confidently and skipped out the door.

Pei Suyu spent the next half hour scrubbing the kitchen. The coating on the burnt pan was completely ruined, so she tossed it aside. Just as she was about to sit down and rest, her phone rang. It was a distress call from Gan Lu—she had twisted her ankle.

Pei Suyu hurried downstairs to find her. She ended up having to support the “injured” girl all the way back up to the apartment.

Once she had tucked Gan Lu into bed, she checked the wound. It was just a minor scrape. She bandaged it up, told the girl to rest, and prepared to head out to buy a few things. Before leaving, she left her work laptop with Gan Lu so she wouldn’t be bored.

Left to her own devices, Gan Lu’s mind began to wander. Specifically, she began to worry about Teacher Pei’s “secret ailment.” She didn’t know how to cure an Alpha’s “incapacity”—maybe she should ask someone?

She immediately thought of her best friend and childhood companion, Lin Lin. They had grown up together; they could have been “childhood sweethearts,” but they knew each other too well. Their relationship was built on mutual teasing and “sisterly” solidarity. They were close enough that asking about this shouldn’t be too awkward… right?

She sent a message to Lin Lin.

[Gan Lu]: Hey, you there?

Lin Lin, clearly bored out of her mind, replied instantly.

[Lin Lin]: How’s it going?! Did you settle into Teacher Pei’s place? Spill everything!

[Gan Lu]: Sigh, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you later. I have something else to ask today… so, I have this Alpha ‘friend’ who is… you know, ‘incapable.’ Do you know any way to cure that?

[Lin Lin]: This is a very awkward question. I don’t have experience with ‘incapacity.’ Shouldn’t they see a doctor?

[Gan Lu]: But what if they’re too insecure to see a doctor? Is there no other way? Gan Lu was already making excuses for Pei Suyu.

[Lin Lin]: Well, Alphas are supposed to be driven by desire, right? Maybe find a beautiful Omega to… test things out?

Thinking about how Teacher Pei had rejected her—such a beautiful Omega—Gan Lu let out a sigh of despair.

[Gan Lu]: But she’s very resistant to intimacy with Omegas. Now what?

[Lin Lin]: Then you have to take it slow. Maybe find some ‘videos’ for her to watch? It might… kickstart the feelings.

Before Gan Lu could even ask what kind of “videos,” Lin Lin eagerly sent over a link. Without thinking, Gan Lu clicked on it.

A flash of explicit, indescribable imagery filled the screen. Then, the computer screen went black. It had crashed.

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