Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 16

Once Sang Wu snapped out of her daze, the soft light in her eyes vanished.

The rose on the wall cabinet was withering. Emotion overwhelmed reason, and she abruptly stood up, instinctively wanting to leave.

She couldn’t put her feelings into words.

She only felt like a foolish clown, being toyed with, her emotions manipulated by others.

Humiliating conversations replayed in her mind, and the scene before her eyes seemed to shift back to the day she first heard that name.

It was a night of torrential rain and thunder.

She was curled up in the garden shed, dozing off, when Song Ran, drunk from drinking outside, pushed the door open.

The physical disparity between Alpha and Omega was so vast that she couldn’t break free from Song Ran’s grip. Her nightgown was torn open, and as she struggled frantically, she heard the Alpha behind her grit her teeth. “Why won’t she acknowledge me? I clearly adore her. Why? Is it because of you?”

Song Ran’s expression grew increasingly deranged. “It must be because I married you, you bitch. An Yuanruan is ignoring me because of you. My little Ruan… she’s mine.”

With that, Song Ran yanked her hair, dragging her before a shattered mirror. The air reeked of alcohol as Song Ran’s hand slid from the back of her head down to her neck.

Her throat was gripped brutally from behind, nearly choking her. The Alpha paid no heed, only sneering cruelly as she forced her to look at the mirror. “Look at yourself now. What about you could ever compare to her? You pretend to be virtuous here, but what about your time in the slums?”

“In the slums, hadn’t you already been fucked to death?”

The bitter mockery sharpened like a blade.

In that moment, she felt her heart shatter like the mirror before her.

An Yuanruan… suitable, wasn’t she?

More suitable than anyone, wasn’t she?

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Sang Wu turned and walked upstairs with a blank expression, completely unaware even when the hair ornament holding her braided hair in place came loose, letting her long, dark hair cascade down like a waterfall.

But before she could step off the carpet, a strong hand gripped her wrist, holding her fast.

“What’s wrong?” Song Ran asked softly, coaxing her. “Did I do something to upset you?”

“Let go.”

“Sang Wu, I—”

The usually quiet and reserved Sang Wu cut her off. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“Alright,” Song Ran said firmly, leaving no room for argument. “But you have to tell me what I did wrong.”

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting intertwining shadows between the two women on the floor.

Sang Wu forced Song Ran’s hand off, her own trembling violently. “Let go.”

“Sang Wu,” Song Ran said patiently, coaxing her again. “Just tell me, okay? You can tell your sister anything that’s bothering you.” She released Sang Wu’s wrist, not forcing the issue.

In the blink of an eye, the slender, delicate Omega before her had broken free and rushed upstairs. Her steps were quick and panicked, as if something she loathed and feared was chasing her.

The pale apricot hair ornament lay quietly on the carpet, its crystalline pearls shimmering softly in the sunlight. Song Ran stood alone, her lowered bangs obscuring her eyes, her expression unreadable.

Was she too hasty?

The tense atmosphere between them persisted until dinner. Sang Wu remained in her room, skipping even lunch.

Outside the window, the setting sun bathed the distant mountains in autumnal hues.

Song Ran sat in the study, her gaze fixed on the philosophy book on the desk. The page number remained unchanged as her thoughts drifted.

Why did she let Sang Wu sulk?

Sang Wu is just a young girl—a sensitive, delicate one.

Young girls need to be comforted.

And wasn’t she truly too eager?

She shouldn’t have been so deliberate. She should have waited until Sang Wu had completely let down her guard, until any lingering resentment had faded.

With this realization, she closed the book. Just as she was about to go soothe the sulking girl, her phone vibrated with an incoming message.

She ignored it, but more messages kept coming.

After a moment of silence, Song Ran picked up her phone, unlocked it, and checked the message. The sender was an unfamiliar number, but it identified itself:

Hi, Song Ran, it’s Ruanruan.

I heard you’re really interested in the movie Xu Ning. So am I.

Would you like to add me on WeChat to chat?

The series of puzzling messages made Song Ran’s expression darken.

The original character’s reputation in Jincheng was notoriously bad. She had openly competed with the male lead for the female lead’s affection for so long, yet she hadn’t even managed to add the Female Lead on WeChat. Now, the Female Lead, who had always ignored the original character, was suddenly reaching out to add her.

Could her arrival truly change the course of the original story?

But the original character was just a disposable villain. Why would she suddenly regain influence?

As the screen was about to dim, Song Ran gently tapped the screen with her fair fingertips and politely replied:

Not really. I’m not interested. Sorry.

After sending the message, she casually deleted An Yuanruan’s number.

But just as she was about to block the number, the phone rang. The unfamiliar number was calling directly.

Her expression settling, Song Ran removed her blue light-blocking glasses and answered the mysterious call.

“Hello?” An Yuanruan’s voice was soft and sweet. “Is this Song Ran?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Ah,” An Yuanruan said slowly. “I heard you’re interested in the movie Xu Ning, and I am too. So I was wondering if, as newcomers, we should exchange ideas to help with the auditions later.”

“What do you mean ‘exchange ideas’?” Song Ran asked, her gaze drifting out the window. “Ms. An, you must know I’m married.”

“Oh, I do,” An Yuanruan replied gently. “But if you want to act, you’ll have to do intimate scenes eventually. It’s part of the job. Sang Wu should understand, right?”

Her tone grew cautious. “Or… will she be upset? Song Ran, did I make things complicated for you?”

Song Ran gave a faint, inscrutable laugh, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, her voice cool and distant. “Ms. An, I think you’ve misunderstood something.”

“Misunderstood?” An Yuanruan asked, genuinely puzzled. “I don’t think I have.”

“If a role requires intimate scenes, then as an actor, accepting them is part of the job.” She paused, a glimmer of amusement flickering in her eyes. “But I’ve always been spoiled and only loyal to my lover.”

She loved acting, relishing the opportunity to realize her self-worth through performance. But that didn’t mean she would sacrifice everything for her craft. She would certainly film intimate scenes, but that didn’t imply she would become more than colleagues with another actor.

This was no longer the era of relying solely on stand-ins. Rapid economic development had gone hand in hand with advances in technology.

Even without stand-ins, actors’ coordination and post-production techniques could create the required intimacy on screen.

So An Yuanruan’s words were utterly laughable.

“I see,” An Yuanruan said, her voice tinged with amusement. “As long as I haven’t caused you any trouble.”

“Ms. An, my lover is kind and gentle, always respecting my decisions. Whether I’m angry or forgiving, I doubt any of that has anything to do with you.” Remembering that An Yuanruan was a young woman on the other end of the line, Song Ran kept her tone measured. “Your intrusion won’t trouble our relationship, but there’s no need to add you on WeChat either.”

“I have things to do. Goodbye.”

With that, she hung up the phone decisively and made a few quick taps on the screen, permanently blocking An Yuanruan’s number.

Having worked in the entertainment industry for three years, she wasn’t about to miss such a blatant hint.

She really couldn’t figure out why the Female Lead’s storyline had changed, or what exactly had changed. But that was none of her concern now. Her only thought was how to coax the beautiful little kitten curled up in her room to come eat.

Could I use some small fish treats?

Song Ran narrowed her eyes, an idea forming.

When she went downstairs, Auntie Liang, who was in the kitchen, smiled warmly. “Ms. Song, the meal is ready.”

“Mm, thank you for your hard work. You can go eat first, Auntie Liang. I’ll make dessert,” she said.

“I’ll do it,” Auntie Liang offered, stepping forward, but Song Ran gently pushed her out of the room. With her naturally striking features, her smiling peach-blossom eyes appeared even more gentle and affectionate. The soft light from the crystal chandelier spilled down, making Auntie Liang feel that the smile before her was almost dazzlingly beautiful.

“I’ll handle it,” she said, pointing upstairs. “I know what she likes.”

Auntie Liang, having been through this before, understood immediately. “Alright then. If you need any help, Ms. Song, just call me.”

“Mm, go eat your meal quickly.”

She swiftly whisked the eggs, stirred the milk, and mixed in the corn oil. Time slipped by with her increasingly practiced movements. Once everything was ready, she took out the box of strawberries she’d bought the day before. After carefully slicing them, she added them to the dish and placed a few slices on top as a garnish.

After finishing, a delicate strawberry cake was fully formed.

Song Ran smiled, anticipating the expression on the beautiful kitten’s face after tasting it. She placed the cake in a decorative tray and was about to head upstairs when she noticed Little Flower curled up by the door, watching her intently.

She squatted down and asked gently, “You haven’t seen her all afternoon. Do you miss her too? Do you want to come upstairs with me?”

Without even a meow, Little Flower turned and sulkily ran off. Unfazed, Song Ran carried the tray upstairs.

The hallway was long, lined with valuable murals. She soon reached the master bedroom, knocked, and called softly, “Sang Wu.”

When there was no response, she patiently waited. It wasn’t until the last rays of sunlight faded from the carved window that she knocked again.

But the door remained firmly shut.

The cake wouldn’t taste as good after its prime, and the kitten hadn’t eaten lunch, so she must be hungry by now.

After a moment’s hesitation, she finally used her fingerprint to unlock the door. With a soft beep, the door gradually swung open. She stepped inside, and the sight that greeted her was like a painting of a beauty emerging from her bath.

The timing was impeccable. Sang Wu had just stepped out of the bathroom, still drying her hair in a loose, wide sleepshirt. Water dripped from the ends of her hair, dampening half her shirtfront. Her almond-shaped eyes were misty, her lips a vibrant crimson like a rose from a snowy mountain, and her exposed skin glowed with a rosy flush.

Most importantly—she was only wearing the sleepshirt, without any pants.

Their eyes met. Sang Wu’s gaze held a hint of irritation, her panic palpable. The lace of her undergarments served as a stark reminder of what had just happened, and she flushed crimson, wanting to flee back into the bathroom. But her frantic mind made her clumsy. She tripped over the edge of a blanket by the bathroom door and stumbled forward.

She reached out to catch herself, but her arms weren’t long enough. Panic surged.

Yet the expected humiliating fall didn’t come. Song Ran caught her from behind, pulling her into a close embrace. Soft, delicate hands settled on her waist, and the sweet scent of tuberose suddenly filled the air.

“Don’t move,” Song Ran murmured.

The sudden closeness made Sang Wu shiver, her ears rapidly turning crimson. She tugged at her hem, pulling it downward while frantically trying to turn around. As droplets of water fell from the ends of her hair, her soft lips brushed against Song Ran’s jawline.

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