Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 11

After the autumn rain, Jincheng was refreshed and renewed. White doves perched on the pillars by the villa district lake, and as the gentle breeze swept past, they swiftly flew into the mountain forests.

Inside the two-story villa in the southwest corner, servants bustled about. After washing up, doing her hair, and coming downstairs, Song Ran saw a variety of breakfast dishes already arranged on the table.

“Good morning, Ms. Song,” ten servants said in unison, bowing in unison.

The scene made Song Ran’s brow twitch.

The original owner of this body was a spoiled brat who needed servants to wait on her every need, even for meals and handwashing. That’s why this household had far more servants than others.

But Song Ran wasn’t living in a feudal society. She wasn’t used to this, and she didn’t like it.

“Good morning.”

The servants looked uneasy, and the injured maid at the back of the line trembled slightly. Song Ran noticed all of this. She sat in the head seat at the table, her chestnut curls pinned back with a hairpiece, wearing a pale purple square-necked gauze dress. Even without makeup, she was striking at first glance.

She took a sip of her coffee and asked gently, “Has everyone had breakfast?”

The servants weren’t sure what she was up to. They remained silent, but even they could tell that this usually domineering and spoiled heiress seemed strangely different today.

Song Ran smiled faintly, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

The ten servants before her hadn’t been hired through proper labor contracts. The original owner had been so picky and bad-tempered that no servant could stand working for her for more than a month, no matter how high the pay. So she’d forced these servants to sign contracts that essentially bound them to her for life. They could only leave if she released them; otherwise, they’d never be free, even if they paid with their lives.

But she wasn’t the original owner.

And she didn’t need servants.

In the 308th Century, society had long achieved equality and freedom for all. What place was there for servants?

With this thought, she parted her red lips and said, “The contracts I made you sign are nullified. Anyone who wants to leave can go now, without any penalty. I’ll even pay you compensation.”

The original owner of this body was very strict.

The work these ten people had done was clearly worth far more than the meager wages the original owner had paid them.

The ten workers exchanged glances, but none dared step forward until the minute hand on the wall clock moved slightly, giving them the courage to stir.

“Ms. Song, is what you’re saying true?”

“Yes, I was wrong before. I apologize.” Song Ran put down her coffee spoon and looked at them earnestly, her gaze sincere. “I’m sorry.”

The woman waved her hand, startled by the unexpected attention. “You don’t need to apologize. We just want… you to let us go.”

“Of course. From now on, you’re all free,” Song Ran said gently. “In a moment, your accounts will receive compensation, and you can leave at any time.”

As soon as she finished speaking, someone in the crowd shed their servant coat and strode out of the villa without a word. A smile crept across Song Ran’s face. “Yes, she’s free.”

The crowd erupted. In mere minutes, perhaps even less, only one person remained standing in the same spot.

It was the girl from the back row, the one with the scar on her face. Song Ran stood up and took a bandage from the first aid kit in the cabinet. “Here, this is for you.”

The girl didn’t dare take it. Instead, she asked softly, “Ms. Song… what about Ms. Sang?”

Her delicate features softened as she spoke of Sang Wu, her eyes betraying genuine concern.

“She’s my wife,” Song Ran replied.

The girl lowered her head. After a moment of silence, she looked up again. “Ms. Sang is so kind. If you’re willing to set her free, I… I can stay.”

Song Ran’s interest was piqued.

Why would this little girl think that?

“Ms. Sang isn’t well. Please… please don’t treat her the way you used to. She’s the kindest person I’ve ever met.”

Song Ran corrected her, “She’s my wife. Of course I’ll treat her well.”

“Then… can you promise me?” The girl looked very young.

Song Ran replied firmly, “I promise.”

“Thank you. I…” The girl stammered, unable to finish her sentence. She stared blankly at the oil painting on the wall for a long time before slowly removing her servant’s jacket, folding it neatly, and leaving the villa.

The coffee on the table had gone cold. Song Ran sighed and was about to put away the clothes when she looked up and saw Sang Wu standing at the stairwell.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her in a vintage azure blue embroidered lace dress. Her features were like a painting, her waist slender as a willow branch. She stood quietly, the very picture of ethereal beauty.

Song Ran didn’t know how long Sang Wu had been watching or how much she had heard.

Their eyes met. Song Ran smiled. “Good morning, Sang Wu.”

Sang Wu didn’t respond. She turned and walked down the stairs.

She stood by the cabinet, her face expressionless as she stared at the servant’s uniforms.

“They’re all gone,” Song Ran said.

Sang Wu looked up at her, her lips a vibrant red. “It’s good that they’re gone.”

Gone means freedom.

Unlike her, forever unable to grasp true freedom.

Song Ran caught the unspoken meaning in her words. She studied Sang Wu’s expression carefully until a hint of impatience flickered in the other woman’s eyes. Then she said with a smile, “Sang Wu, what a coincidence.”

Sang Wu remained silent.

Song Ran stepped closer. “Our dresses really do complement each other. You’re so pretty, little Sang Wu.”

“They don’t complement each other,” Sang Wu retorted, turning her face away and sitting down.

Unfazed, Song Ran sat down beside her and said softly, “Really?”

Sang Wu fell silent again.

Song Ran placed all the sweet pastries in front of her and dropped the topic. Instead, she remarked casually, “You’re so charming, little Sang Wu. That guy just now…”

Finally, a flicker of emotion crossed Sang Wu’s usually impassive Omega face. She frowned. “You… you think everyone’s as filthy as you?”

Hearing this, Song Ran realized Sang Wu had misunderstood. But the kitten’s slightly bristly demeanor made her want to tease her a little more.

How wicked.

Song Ran inwardly cursed herself, but her radiant smile remained fixed as she leaned closer to the kitten on the verge of exploding.

A stray strand of hair brushed against Sang Wu’s shoulder, and the woman beside her whispered, her voice as delicate as a flower, “Ah, then tell me, Sang… Wu… what exactly is so ‘filthy’ about me?”

A tingling sensation spread from Sang Wu’s shoulder through her entire body. The sudden closeness had flushed her ears pink. She forced herself to remain calm, even as the blush spread to her cheeks, forming a faint blush. Her face remained expressionless as she retorted sarcastically, “Do I really need to say it?”

“I really don’t understand,” Song Ran persisted, her voice sweet and teasing. “Sang Wu, please, do me a favor and tell your elder sister.”

Sang Wu shot to her feet.

Just as she was about to leave, a hand grabbed her wrist.

“Are you angry?” Song Ran stood up, her height advantage allowing her to easily see Sang Wu’s flushed ears. “But I didn’t even get mad when you insulted me.”

“Song Ran—”

“Good girl.” Soft fingers gently stroked her hair. Song Ran chuckled, “I was just teasing you. I don’t have such dirty thoughts. Didn’t that little girl say it herself? Ms. Sang is the kindest person in the world, right?”

Sang Wu paused, then denied it. “No.”

“Your denial doesn’t count.” Song Ran released her hand, her voice cheerful. “Now, be good and finish your breakfast first.”

After they finished breakfast without any conflict, Song Ran quickly tidied up and approached Sang Wu. “Want to come out with me?”

Sang Wu shook her head.

Having expected this response, Song Ran continued, “But I’m worried about leaving you home alone. My new nanny doesn’t start until tomorrow. Sang Wu, please come out with me?”

Faced with her clingy companion, Sang Wu bluntly refused, “No.”

“Sang Wu, the doctor said going out more would help your recovery. After I finish my work, we can go to the mall together,” Song Ran said with a smile.

She wasn’t making it up. The doctor had indeed said something similar. She also believed that for a kitten who had been confined at home for over a month, emotional healing was more important than physical recovery, and the key to that was freedom.

Song Qin had said they couldn’t dissolve their marriage, and Song Ran didn’t want to end it either.

She couldn’t give Sang Wu legal freedom, but she could do her best to give her as much freedom as possible.

“Please, Sang Wu? Just say yes.”

Sang Wu, worn down by the relentless pestering, stared steadily at her. “Why do you have to make me go with you?”

“What other reason could there be?” Song Ran’s gaze lingered on the mole at the corner of Sang Wu’s eye as she replied softly, “Because I’m clingy. I can’t bear to be separated from my Madam for even a moment.”

In the end, Sang Wu sat expressionless in the passenger seat while the person beside her eagerly asked, “Should we stop by the bookstore on the way? Sang Wu.”

“What kind of books do you like to read?”

“Or is there anything specific you want to buy?”

The passenger remained silent for a long moment. When Song Ran glanced sideways and their eyes met, before she could speak again, a sudden jolt shook the car.

Song Ran slammed on the brakes, instinctively shielding the person beside her.

Fortunately, it was brief. She reassured Sang Wu, “It’s okay. I’ll go check. The driver behind us might be a novice.”

After being released, Sang Wu raised her head, her face pale. She didn’t speak, just nodded.

Unable to resist, Song Ran patted her head again. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”

Song Ran let go of Sang Wu before she could pull away. She opened the car door and stepped out, bumping into two good-looking girls.

The girl on the left had her hair in a bun, with deer-like eyes and petal-thin lips. She wore a pure white dress and looked utterly charming.

She was the female lead from the book, An Yuanruan.

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