Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 18

Although Song Ran had formed her own team, their office remained at Song Xing Entertainment.

The receptionist noticed Song Ran and was about to ask her something, but she strode straight into the private elevator. Upon reaching the 22nd floor, she found the spacious conference room empty.

She glanced at her watch. With half an hour to go until their 9 a.m. meeting, she settled into the head seat without urgency.

Through the conference room’s glass walls, she could see the bustling cityscape below. Early morning commuters hurried along the streets, their faces showing a range of expressions. Some sipped coffee, while others already spoke into their phones with clients. Yet, despite their differences, each person wore a well-fitted suit.

Song Ran was no exception today.

Her appearance had undergone a significant transformation from her usual style. Her long, chestnut curls were softly pinned back, dangling diamond-studded earrings adorned her earlobes, and gold-rimmed glasses rested on her straight nose. Below, she wore a fitted white blouse buttoned all the way up, paired with a stylishly tailored jacket.

Her pale, slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, the high-end watch on her wrist gleaming silver in the light. The overall effect exuded refined restraint.

Just before 8:45, the first person arrived at the conference room.

It was Agent Luo Jiao, clutching her laptop. She visibly startled to see Song Ran already there. “Ranran, why are you here so early?”

Luo Jiao, the oldest member of the team, had only stopped calling Song Ran “sister” after repeated corrections.

Song Ran smiled faintly. “I woke up early, so I came over early.”

“Mm-hmm.” Luo Jiao sat to Song Ran’s right and couldn’t help but ask, “Why isn’t Madam coming today?”

Remembering the still-irritable kitten at home, Song Ran’s eyes flickered. “She’s resting at home.”

Luo Jiao didn’t press further. “I see. Why hasn’t Xia Xiao and the others arrived yet? Should I call to check?”

“No need.”

Just as she finished speaking, the remaining team members pushed the door open and entered. Seeing the two of them, they seemed a little embarrassed and quickly greeted them before taking their seats and settling into the meeting.

Without any formal introductions, Song Ran got straight to the point: “The most important item on today’s agenda is selecting a script. I’ve been at home these past few days reviewing all the scripts you sent me, and I think The Other Woman is the most suitable. What do you all think?”

She disliked overly hierarchical relationships and preferred a more collaborative, friendly partnership. Besides, she wasn’t familiar with the entertainment industry depicted in the book. For this first film, she wanted to hear everyone’s opinions.

Luo Jiao, the agent, spoke first: “The production team for this film is solid—they even won an award at Gessner recently. However, due to budget and filming location issues, The Other Woman is scheduled to start shooting next week. Ranran, are you certain you want to choose this project?”

Xia Xiao, the team’s public relations specialist, chimed in: “I think tackling such a daring subject for our first film would greatly enhance Sister Ran’s reputation in the industry. Plus, the audience for this genre has grown significantly in recent years, and theater attendance is steadily increasing. We might even gain a wave of new fans. So, I fully support Sister Ran’s decision.”

“I support it too,” said Guang Lan, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses, raising his hand. The remaining few nodded in agreement.

“When exactly is it?” Song Ran asked with a faint smile.

“Next Wednesday,” Luo Jiao answered, having already memorized all the details. “The filming location is set in Hengzhou.”

“Hengzhou?” Song Ran raised an eyebrow.

Next Wednesday worked, but Hengzhou was quite far from Jincheng—a round trip of seven hours. Even though advances in technology had greatly reduced filming time, a movie of this genre would still take at least two months to shoot. With four days off per month, that meant she’d only have four days in a month to visit Sang Wu.

The scene from last night, when Sang Wu silently picked up her cat and left without a word, surfaced in her mind. Her right index finger tapped lightly on the table as she sighed inwardly.

Noticing her hesitation, Luo Jiao asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Song Ran said, lowering her gaze. “Let’s go with this project. When are the auditions?”

“Thursday.”

“Alright.” Song Ran paused. “For now, don’t release any information.”

The others agreed. “Got it.”

The meeting continued until 10 p.m., with everyone voicing their suggestions for improvements. Song Ran listened attentively to every word.

After the meeting, Luo Jiao walked beside her toward the elevator. “Should I arrange the personal assistant?”

Song Ran nodded. “Yes, you handle it. Once you’ve settled on someone, have your assistant contact me directly.”

Recalling Song Ran’s reputation in the industry, Luo Jiao cautiously asked, “Four options… is that enough?”

Song Ran chuckled. “That’s too many. Just one will suffice.”

“Alright. I’ll follow your instructions.”

The two chatted casually as the private elevator descended. After bidding farewell, Song Ran stood alone in the elevator, its mirrored walls reflecting her figure. Gazing at her reflection, she couldn’t help but think about her beautiful kitten back home.

She could have easily held the meeting online, but she’d decided at the last minute to meet in person, hoping to give Sang Wu some space to think.

I wonder how Sang Wu felt after reading that letter?

Was she moved and willing to forgive, or did she remain cold and indifferent?

Either outcome seemed plausible.

After all, she had really done something wrong this time.

The elevator quickly descended to the ground floor. As Song Ran walked toward the garage, a sports car roared out, kicking up dust, while a black minivan arrived at Song Xing Entertainment.

On her way home, Song Ran took a detour to the flower shop to buy Sang Wu a bouquet.

White roses were paired with chamomile, orange blossoms, and eucalyptus leaves. She placed the bouquet on the passenger seat. After parking, she cradled the flowers in her arms and unlocked the door with her fingerprint. Coincidences always happen unexpectedly. The person she thought was still in the villa was actually sitting on the garden swing.

A gentle autumn breeze rustled the pristine white skirt, and the kitten in her arms purred softly. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, revealing Sang Wu’s faint smile.

The sweet dimple deepened, her misty almond eyes sparkled, and the air seemed to fill with the subtle fragrance of orange blossoms, captivating Song Ran and making her hesitate. She wanted Sang Wu’s happiness to last longer, her smile to linger, at least not to vanish the moment she saw her.

But coincidences are always two-sided. The kitten in her arms suddenly shifted, nuzzling toward Sang Wu. As if sensing something, Sang Wu looked up and met Song Ran’s gaze. Song Ran had no choice.

Smiling faintly, she walked toward the person on the swing, carrying the carefully arranged bouquet.

The few steps between them seemed to stretch into an eternity. The smile on Sang Wu’s face faded, and the dimple by her mouth disappeared.

Song Ran noticed every change. She took off her glasses and put on her acting face, tears welling up in her eyes. Only when the tears began to fall did she offer the bouquet to Sang Wu, whimpering, “Waaah, Song Ranran was wrong. Please, Wu, forgive me.”

At that moment, her movements, expression, and words perfectly matched the crude drawing of Song Ran from that morning.

Sang Wu stared expressionlessly for a long time. When Song Ran’s tears overflowed, she said coldly, “It’s different.”

Without hesitation, Song Ran dropped to one knee.

She had personally set the family rules: “Do not anger your wife. Cherish her like treasure.” She had actually broken them—what reason was there to hold back now?

She had never knelt for anyone, not even before the Buddha statues in temples. But in this world, a wife’s happiness reigned supreme. Winning her forgiveness was now her sole desire.

As this thought took hold, more pearls of tears fell from her eyes. “Wu… Wu, can you please forgive Song Ranran again?”

Her voice was soft and coquettish, her performance of the three golden rules of acting—sincerity, vulnerability, and desperation—reaching its peak.

Sang Wu quietly watched her, unsure how much time had passed. Little Flower, as if unable to bear the tension any longer, tapped Sang Wu’s hand twice. She stepped down from the swing without taking the flowers or offering forgiveness, simply stating calmly, “Follow me.”

Song Ran immediately stood up.

She dusted off her knees, changed her shoes, and trailed behind Sang Wu, still clutching the bouquet. When they reached the master bedroom, Sang Wu strode in without hesitation. Song Ran, feigning hesitation, asked, “May I come in?”

Sang Wu bent down to place Little Flower on the carpet. “Yes.”

The series of reactions left Song Ran bewildered. She set the bouquet on the table and perched on the edge of the sofa.

The aloof yet beautiful kitten retrieved an old notebook from a bedside drawer. For the first time, she stood less than a meter away from Song Ran. Meeting Song Ran’s puzzled gaze, she placed the notebook beside the flowers. The red mole at the corner of her eye glimmered like a sunset in a Sackner painting. “This diary contains everything about me. I’ll let you see it, but in exchange—”

Song Ran’s heart pounded like a drum in her chest. The Omega’s impossibly beautiful red lips parted. “You want me to tell you who you are?”

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