Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 14

When Song Ran woke up again, it was already afternoon.

The heavy rain had long since stopped. She sat on the sofa, carefully reviewing the scripts sent by her team.

Her goal in entering the industry was clear, so she didn’t want to waste time on activities unrelated to acting.

Song Xing Entertainment was a giant in the industry, and the team she had assembled was naturally top-notch. Within just a few hours, she had received several movie scripts.

The biggest difference after transmigrating, aside from the gender change, was the legalization of same-sex marriage.

The three scripts in her hand all featured lesbian romance plots. Before her transmigration, they probably wouldn’t have even passed the censorship.

Outside the window, dark clouds still obscured the sky. Inside, she wore gold-rimmed blue light blocking glasses, sitting casually with her right hand propped behind her head. Her long, honey-brown hair was loosely tied back.

Footsteps echoed from the stairs, and moments later, the little kitten appeared before her.

Her eyes were clear, her cheeks porcelain-pale, and she showed no sign of intoxication.

Song Ran smiled faintly. “Awake now?”

The fingers hidden behind her back curled slightly. Sang Wu nodded. “Mm.”

“Feeling okay?” Song Ran asked, turning off her phone. “Hungry?”

“Not yet.” Sang Wu lowered her head, biting her lip. Her gaze drifted downward, lingering on Song Ran’s feet. A faint blush spread across her ears, like a watercolor painting. In a soft voice, she murmured, “I washed your nightgown.”

For a moment, Song Ran didn’t understand. “What?”

The girl’s head drooped even lower, her posture and expression resembling a small animal cautiously apologizing for a misdeed.

“The nightgown,” Sang Wu said, her voice fading to a whisper. “I-I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh.” Understanding dawned on Song Ran. “It’s fine. I’m glad you like it.”

Her palm itched to stroke the pretty kitten’s head again, but she suppressed the urge, remembering the kitten was now sober.

The atmosphere between them grew increasingly intimate. Song Ran suddenly stood up, removing her hair ornament and glasses.

Her loose curls cascaded naturally over her shoulders, framing her striking features. Even in simple white loungewear, she remained dazzling.

She deftly changed the subject, “The rain has stopped. Would you like to take a stroll in the garden?”

Sang Wu swallowed her initial refusal and nodded, obediently following at Song Ran’s side. The long, corridor-like flower garden burst with vibrant blooms, untouched by the earlier downpour. Among them, the crimson roses bloomed most luxuriantly.

The floral fragrance filled the air as they walked shoulder to shoulder. Upon reaching the pavilion, Song Ran suddenly asked, “Is Little Flower a cat?”

Sang Wu’s footsteps faltered, the faint blush she had barely suppressed flaring anew. A gentle breeze stirred, and though dark clouds still lingered, the setting sun had reclaimed the sky.

In the fading light, Sang Wu’s cheeks flushed crimson. “Yes.”

“Is it a stray from the neighborhood?” Song Ran asked with a smile. “Does it visit often?”

The residents of this exclusive district in Jincheng were either wealthy or influential. The area boasted an artificial lake and two painstakingly constructed rainforest parks, making stray cats a common sight.

“It is a stray,” Sang Wu explained. “But it only comes occasionally. It’s not a regular.”

Song Ran sensed that the kitten before her had somehow misunderstood.

She casually plucked a pink climbing rose and offered it to Sang Wu. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to it.”

Accepting the flower felt wrong, but refusing felt even worse.

After a moment’s hesitation, Sang Wu finally took the rose. She stood still, letting the evening breeze lift her skirt. “Mm.”

“Roses may be beautiful, but not everyone needs to become a rose,” Song Ran observed, studying the elegant feline holding the fresh bloom. Sang Wu stood quietly before a pillar of the White Stone Pavilion, her drooping eyelids framing a crimson mole at the corner of her eye, brighter than the setting sun. Though her features were striking, in that moment she resembled a quietly blooming white yulan tree, graceful and fragrant.

“Life is both long and short, and everyone’s path is different. The experiences we encounter—good and bad—shape us, refine us, and become part of us.”

The distance between them seemed to shrink, while the surrounding sounds faded, leaving only Song Ran’s voice clear in Sang Wu’s ears:

“Sang Wu, I don’t like forcing people, but I truly hope you can find happiness from within.”

Sang Wu understood exactly what Song Ran was saying.

She was someone who could get drunk from a single sip of alcohol, yet she never blacked out.

The scene after the drinking session was vivid in her mind. She knew what Song Ran meant.

Was she happy?

It seemed… it seemed like she’d never been happy.

Ever since she could remember, she’d received no care or concern from her family at home. At school, because of her appearance and other reasons, she suffered years of social ostracism. When she went to university, she thought everything would get better, but soon after she arrived, that incident happened. Her roommates and classmates all whispered about her behind her back, pointing and staring.

All these years, the labels stuck to her were either “poor and smelly” or “promiscuous vixen.”

But she’d never done anything illegal or immoral. She’d just grown up in that environment.

“Sang Wu,” Song Ran said earnestly, her fingers brushing against Sang Wu’s wind-blown black hair. “If you like Little Flower, let’s keep it, okay?”

“Why?” Sang Wu asked, a little dazed.

“I already answered that,” Song Ran replied, her lips curving into a smile as the rosebush bloomed as brilliantly as sunset. “Because I want you to be happy, and we can take responsibility for it.”

It was strange.

There was only the wind in the garden, and she wanted to refuse half-heartedly, but the moment the words were spoken, Sang Wu heard the answer hidden in her heart: “Okay.”

Early the next morning, Little Flower received its convenient vaccine injection from the neighborhood property manager. Soon after, the villa’s doorbell rang, and the kitten appeared before Sang Wu as a gift.

Little Flower was a tricolor cat abandoned shortly after birth. Barely two months old, it was small and compact, with a pointed orange tail tip. When it saw Sang Wu, it meowed sweetly, like a nursing kitten.

The kitten was energetic, exploring every corner of the villa within the morning. Yet when Song Ran tried to pick it up, it bared its tiny, sharp teeth and hissed fiercely, as if she were some kind of natural disaster.

Song Ran wasn’t annoyed; she simply thought, Little Flower really takes after its owner.

She spent the entire morning in the study, poring over scripts. After careful consideration, she finally settled on a dual female lead romance drama.

Influenced by her family background, most of the films she’d acted in during her previous life had been war or serious dramas. She rarely ventured into romance or suspense genres. The script in her hands was excellent, and the production team was strong. She felt it was worth taking a chance.

After removing her glasses and stretching, she left her room and went downstairs.

Today, the villa welcomed not only the kitten but also a new kitchen maid. It wasn’t that Sang Wu didn’t want to cook for the kitten herself, but she was worried about her future filming schedule, which might be very irregular. She wouldn’t be able to come home on time to supervise the malnourished little kitten’s meals, so she had specifically chosen a maid who was well-versed in various cuisines.

When Song Ran glanced down into the living room, the scene momentarily left her a little dazed.

The sunlight was perfect. Sang Wu wore a retro green halter dress, topped with a thin white lace cardigan. Her long black hair was braided into a ponytail that draped over her shoulder. She sat sideways on the carpet, while Little Flower was curled up on the edge of the sofa. The kitten tilted its head back, mewing at Sang Wu and even reaching out with a fluffy paw to touch her. A faint smile played on Sang Wu’s lips, her delicate dimples appearing. She didn’t resist Little Flower’s touch at all, but naturally extended her index finger to press against the kitten’s paw.

Song Ran’s heart melted at the sight of the two kittens in their home.

Just as she was about to step forward, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She answered the call from the hallway corner.

“Hello?” her agent asked first. “Are you busy?”

“Not in a hurry,” Song Ran said, her lips curving into a smile as her gaze drifted toward the living room sofa. “What’s up?”

“Nothing urgent. The production team of Xu Ning just called me,” her agent explained. “You know, it’s a dual female lead film. They couldn’t find the right person for the second lead, but they’ve finally settled on someone.”

A sudden sense of unease washed over Song Ran. “Who did they choose?” she asked gently.

“They didn’t give details, but industry rumors suggest it’s An Yuanruan, the daughter of the An family.”

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