Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 10

Separated by a single door, yet the worlds inside and out were utterly different.

By the time Song Ran came to her senses, she was already standing outside the bathroom. She knocked and asked, “Sang Wu, what’s wrong?”

The only response was the sound of another bottle sliding across the floor. This made her anxious. “Did you fall?”

“No.” A cool voice answered, but it lacked conviction. Song Ran didn’t believe it. Steadying herself, she asked gently, “Sang Wu, can you stand up by yourself?”

Outside, wind and rain lashed the villa district, shrouded in thick black clouds. Only this room in the southwest corner glowed with a soft, alluring light.

Song Ran’s fingers gently brushed against the doorknob. The bathroom could be unlocked with a fingerprint; if she wanted, the frosted glass door would open immediately.

Her mind waged an internal battle between reason and emotion, but in the end, logic prevailed.

As her grip loosened, the glass door swung open from the inside. The kitten standing there was drenched, her whiskers and the corners of her eyes tinged pink, even her lovely misty almond eyes glistening with moisture. She still wore her snug sleep outfit, but this set suited her even better than the last.

Though slender, her figure was perfectly proportioned, the graceful curves of her body accentuated by her long swan-like neck.

She stared expressionlessly at the person in the doorway, remaining silent.

Song Ran snapped out of her daze, keenly noticing that the kitten’s pant legs and knees were damp.

Little liar.

She had fallen after all.

In a tone that feigned casualness, Song Ran asked, “Why didn’t you dry your hair before coming out?”

“It’s dirty.”

Song Ran choked back a retort.

The room had been hastily changed; everything in the bathroom was fresh and unused, all purchased just yesterday.

Yet this little kitten still had the nerve to disdain her.

“It was my oversight,” Song Ran said, walking to the wardrobe and retrieving a fresh white headscarf. “Here, use this new one.”

The cat—Sang Wu—gave her a wary look.

Just as Song Ran was about to start acting again, Sang Wu finally took the headscarf from her hand.

The soft, pale fingertips brushed against Song Ran’s palm, sending a tingling sensation through her. Her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

“Sang Wu.”

The addressed Omega glanced at her sideways, her previously sluggish heartbeat suddenly accelerating. Song Ran smiled warmly, her gaze fixed intently on Sang Wu. “Your hands are occupied. Would you like me to dry your hair for you?”

As she spoke, she stepped closer, closing the distance between them until she could clearly see the refusal in Sang Wu’s eyes.

Yet, as if she hadn’t seen it, she lowered her voice and asked, “Shall I help you, Sister?”

Sang Wu took a step back.

“Hmm?” Song Ran tilted her head, smiling.

“No need.” Sang Wu ignored her and walked toward the coffee table. She picked up the hairdryer and, without acknowledging the presence behind her, began drying her hair.

Her jet-black hair was fine and straight, reaching past her waist.

Sang Wu’s porcelain-like face glowed with a soft pink blush from the heat of the hairdryer, making her look like a perfectly ripe and sweet peach.

Song Ran kept studying Sang Wu for as long as the hairdryer’s whirring continued, so absorbed that she didn’t even notice her phone on the sofa buzzing with a new message notification.

Time slipped by unnoticed amidst the wind and rain. When the hairdryer suddenly stopped, Sang Wu tucked stray strands of hair behind her ear and said coldly, “I can apply my own ointment. You can go back now.”

But Song Ran refused to take no for an answer.

She leaned closer and asked, “Sang Wu, what skincare products do you usually use? Your skin is so beautiful.”

Under the light, her skin was dazzlingly fair, and the feel of her hand in Song Ran’s grasp was as smooth as the finest silk.

“I don’t use any,” Sang Wu replied.

“Oh.” Song Ran feigned delight and praised her, “Then you’re naturally beautiful.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“But—”

Sang Wu glared at her. “I can handle it myself.”

Seeing the kitten’s frosty attitude, Song Ran didn’t press further.

She blinked and said softly, “Okay, then I’ll say goodnight in advance. If you need anything, just let me know. I’m right next door.”

Before she could hear a goodnight in return, Song Ran left the room to take a call.

The caller was a childhood friend, a decent guy but also a stubborn, unruly young master.

As soon as she answered, he exclaimed excitedly, “Sister Ran, guess who I just saw?”

Song Ran looked out the window. “Who?”

“Your White Moonlight, of course! Who else could it be? Damn, why would she suddenly show up at a place like Stage?” Huang Xuehui’s voice was surprisingly loud.

Stage?

His words jogged Song Ran’s memory of this scene from the original book.

A childhood friend had told Scum Alpha that the Female Lead, An Yuanruan, was at Stage. Eagerly rushing over, he’d found the male and female leads together. Enraged, he smashed a glass bottle and brandished the shards at the male lead.

The result? The Alpha male lead, also an Alpha, easily subdued Scum Alpha, causing a scene in the bar.

After returning home, Scum Alpha flew into a rage, frequently tormenting Sang Wu. He even ordered an iron cage to lock her inside and whip her.

A week later, Sang Wu was barely hanging on, just one step away from being completely broken.

Song Ran sighed inwardly. “What does this have to do with me?” she asked calmly.

She was quite satisfied with how things were progressing.

She didn’t want to be a stumbling block in the path of the male and female leads’ romance. She simply wanted to enter the industry, act in plays, advance her career, and take good care of Sang Wu.

So what did this perfect opportunity for the male and female leads to confess their love have to do with her?

“What do you mean ‘nothing’?” Huang Xuehui raised his voice, incredulous. “Are you still my Sister Ran? Isn’t this An girl your White Moonlight? Could it be that after leaving the industry, you’ve decided to forget even your White Moonlight?”

This was the perfect opportunity.

A sudden realization struck Song Ran, and she smiled faintly. “Yes, I don’t like her anymore. It was my fault before, clinging to her like that. If you insist on giving me a White Moonlight, then my current White Moonlight should be—”

She drew out the last two syllables deliberately, her voice soft and velvety, like a cello’s melody: “Sang… Wu.”

The other end of the line erupted in chaos. “No way, Sister! What do you even see in her? Do you like that slum smell clinging to her? Or her cold, unapproachable face… Alright, Sister, even though she’s decent-looking, any random pretty girl from Jincheng would be more fun than her!”

After listening to every word he spat, the smile on Song Ran’s lips faded slightly.

“Huang Xuehui, you’re really making me unhappy right now.”

“Sister, I was wrong,” Huang Xuehui said, more adept at reading people’s expressions than any of the original host’s friends. “Sang Wu is perfect in every way. It’s my own fault for having such poor judgment. I need to get my eyes checked—I’ll make an appointment right now. Goodbye, Sister Ran.”

He hung up before Song Ran could respond.

Song Ran stood frozen, shaking her head.

The storm outside showed signs of abating. After glancing around the room, she turned and entered the new bedroom.

The vase in the corner stood securely, and the mural on the wall was exquisite. After a moment, the bedroom door creaked open slightly.

Sang Wu stood behind it, her gaze fixed on the discarded ankle chain in the corner, a flicker of struggle in her eyes.

If I had to choose… then my current White Moonlight should be Sang Wu.

The thought echoed in her mind, and she wondered warily:

Is she really Song Ran?

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