Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 19

Hearing this, the diary was passed back, its pages carrying the scent of orange blossoms. Song Ran took it and carefully examined it—

It’s raining today. I wonder if the stray cats at school have found shelter. Maybe because I’ll be filling out my college applications tomorrow, I dreamed about that scene again after so long. Maybe I should be brave too. What will Sang Wu be like at 28? I really hope she’ll be working in a job she loves, that she’ll be… a sincere, talented actress.

The diary revealed the teenage worries of an 18-year-old girl, but Song Ran felt no joy.

If she hadn’t arrived, the 28-year-old Sang Wu might never have become the person described in the diary. She remembered that, after her dark transformation, Sang Wu didn’t stay in Jincheng to start a new life. Instead, she went to an unknown place and died alone in a foreign land the year the male and female leads got married.

Song Ran closed the diary and was silent for a long time before murmuring, “Sang Wu.”

The person addressed still didn’t respond, but her almond-shaped eyes turned to glance at Song Ran.

“Do you want to make that wish come true?” she asked.

Sang Wu pressed her lips together, hesitation rising in her heart. But in the end, she nodded.

“Want to?” Song Ran leaned closer, closing the distance between them. Her lips curved into a smile. “Just call me, and I’ll make all your wishes come true.”

Sang Wu bit her lip. “Song Ran.”

The little kitten was rarely so forward, but Song Ran refused to be satisfied.

Her earrings swung down to her shoulders as she tilted her head to lean in. She gazed at the delicate earlobe before her, her gaze softening. “You have to call me ‘Sister’.”

The porcelain earlobe flushed crimson, its rational nerve endings slowly melting. Sang Wu unconsciously tightened her grip on the little kitten’s paw, her beautiful almond eyes gradually closing, and her curled eyelashes trembled.

“Even this isn’t enough?” Song Ran pressed, feigning hurt, completely forgetting her disheveled state in the garden. “Then how about I say it? Sang Wu…”

Just as her crimson lips were about to part and utter those two words, the shy, aloof little kitten stole ahead, murmuring so softly it was barely audible: “Sister.”

Song Ran couldn’t suppress a delighted chuckle.

She instinctively stroked Sang Wu’s hair, sighing. “Our little Sang Wu is just too adorable.”

Adorable enough to make her want to hide Sang Wu away, tuck her into her pocket.

Sang Wu froze for a few seconds before averting her gaze, silently staring at the hem of her skirt.

“Do you want to act in a movie with me?” Song Ran asked, her tone open and encouraging. “It’s the script for The Other Woman. We happen to be short a few roles. If you’re interested, we can do it together.”

Sang Wu stared at the hem of her skirt until it seemed she might burn a hole through it before finally looking up. “But I’ve never studied acting.”

Song Ran lied without batting an eyelid. “Neither have I. You just need to believe in yourself.”

“Then… then I want to try.”

“Great!” Song Ran said. “I’ll have my agent send you the scripts for the remaining roles later. Choose one you like. We have two days until the Wednesday auditions. We can practice together.”

Sang Wu nodded.

The little flower in her arms started fussing. After setting it down, she went to the bathroom. The mirror reflected a woman with skin as fair as snow and a beauty like a flower. Her mind rapidly replayed everything that had just happened, and as she turned off the tap, Sang Wu finally settled on her answer.

Song Ran didn’t review them herself, instead leaving the choice entirely up to Sang Wu.

“Kittens should decide their own fate,” she thought.

But despite her resolve, she couldn’t resist. That evening, as the sun dipped toward the horizon, she knocked on Sang Wu’s door.

The door opened swiftly.

Song Ran stood there in comfortable loungewear, her long curls neatly pinned up, her radiant smile dazzling.

“Want to run through some lines?”

Sang Wu turned aside, gesturing for her to enter. “Sure.”

Without hesitation, Song Ran drew back the curtains, letting the fading sunlight stream in. The distant mountains stood dark and majestic, while the setting sun nestled in the fiery clouds, creating a breathtaking scene.

They settled onto the balcony, Song Ran lounging casually. “So,” she asked casually, “who did you choose?”

“Liu Dai.”

Song Ran raised an eyebrow. “Why her?”

“She’s so carefree. I really like her personality,” Sang Wu said earnestly. “And I think she’s incredibly charming.”

“That’s true.” Leaning back, Song Ran propped her chin on her left hand, adjusting her glasses with a fingertip. She chuckled. “Want to guess who I picked?”

Sang Wu shook her head, clearly uninterested in the question.

Sang Wu froze momentarily before turning to face her with a blank expression.

Then, Song Ran pulled out her phone and paused on a particular scene. A smile flickered across her face, but she asked in a neutral tone, “Since that’s the case, why don’t we try this scene?”

“This scene is a crucial turning point. They might even ask us to perform it during the audition.”

Her voice, smooth as a viola, continued. Sang Wu glanced at the screen she held up, then quickly looked away.

It was one of the few kissing scenes in the drama, so explicit that Sang Wu had blushed and skipped past it.