Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 4

Song Ran couldn’t tell what emotion was overwhelming her. All she knew was that when she caught the frail Omega in her arms—

A salty sea surged around her, its pressure suffocating, making it hard to breathe.

Her eyes closed and then opened again. Her breathing gradually steadied. She carefully laid the person in her arms back on the bed and pressed the call button.

Medical staff arrived quickly.

When they smelled the overpowering scent of orange blossoms filling the room, their faces paled. Only the lead doctor remained calm, calmly taking a suppressant from the medical cart. “Ms. Song, shall I administer it, or would you like to?”

“Is this a case of Latent Complications?”

“Yes,” the doctor explained. “Madam is experiencing some pheromone imbalances, but don’t worry. As long as she takes her medication regularly, she should be able to leave the hospital once her body recovers.”

“Alright.” Song Ran paused. “I’ll do it.”

Sang Wu probably didn’t want to be touched.

After the pale blue Suppressant was injected, the orange blossom scent in the room also faded. Soon, the medical staff sprayed a dispersant into the air, and the last orange blossom quietly wilted.

The figure on the bed had jet-black hair and porcelain skin. Even while sick, her lips remained as vibrant as roses.

Song Ran quietly watched her for a moment. Once the medical staff had left, she suddenly asked the doctor, “Are there any high-level nurses available in the hospital?”

“Yes, we have some.”

“How much longer until she’s discharged?” Song Ran asked.

“About a week,” the doctor replied, looking up at her. “If she recovers quickly, we can discharge her two days early.”

“Alright. While I’m away these next few days, have a nurse come to care for her.” Song Ran stood up and picked up the phone that had been tossed onto the sofa. “Choose the best nurse—a female Beta.”

“Understood.”

As she approached the door, Song Ran paused, swallowed, and murmured, “I’ll come by every evening. Don’t tell her.”

“Alright, don’t worry,” Song Ran assured them.

After giving her instructions, Song Ran left the room.

Her waist-length, honey-brown curls flowed gracefully through the air, drawing the admiring gazes of both family members and patients lingering in the corridor.

Outside the hospital, Song Ran turned on her phone and sent a message to her driver.

A few minutes later, a red sports car pulled up around the corner. The driver, dressed in a black suit, respectfully got out and opened the door. Song Ran climbed in without a word and said in a low voice, “Take me to the Song Residence.”

“Right away.”

Glancing through the rearview mirror, the driver noticed the usually brash and domineering Song Family’s Young Lady now appeared as gentle as water. His gaze lingered briefly before he focused back on driving, not daring to dwell on the thought.

Throughout the ride, Song Ran’s attention remained fixed on her phone.

Ever since she announced her departure from their social group, her former “friends” had erupted in a flurry of messages.

Among them, Mo Ru, who had a decent relationship with the original Scum Alpha and barely qualified as a wastrel, sent her the most messages.

Mo Ru: Ran, what’s wrong? Your message blew up the group chat!

Mo Ru: Did you get bored again? Or are you moving abroad?!

Mo Ru’s imagination was vivid, jumping from a single group exit message to wild speculations about moving abroad. She even persistently asked if Song Ran’s elder sister was forcing her to do it.

Song Ran curled her lips, tapping her fingers on the screen as she replied.

Not moving abroad. Stop guessing. It means exactly what it says.

Mo Ru replied almost instantly, as if her message had been keeping her alive.

Mo Ru: ? Are you sure that’s you?

Song Ran smiled wryly. Just how addicted to being a wastrel is Scum Alpha? she wondered. To think people actually believed he was quitting the industry.

The sports car sped along. The Song Residence was built on a mountain behind the villa district, the entire mountain serving as the Song family’s private garden.

As the car approached the gates and slowly entered, a gentle stream flowed from the rock formations to the pine trees. Two vases overflowed with blooming flowers, and the view was dominated by ancient pavilions and towers.

The two wings of the Song residence stretched out like mountain ridges. As Song Ran stepped out of the car, she sighed inwardly, thinking the Song family truly deserved to be called Jincheng’s century-old aristocracy. Yet it was precisely this venerable, ancient family that had produced Scum Alpha.

Without lingering to take in the surroundings, she walked straight into the main hall.

The first thing that caught her eye was the solemn Buddha statue. Incense burned perpetually before it, and two elderly figures knelt on cushions, their eyes closed yet aware of her presence.

“Ranran, even after marriage, you’re still so impetuous,” the elder on the right said.

Song Ran was about to greet them when a strikingly beautiful woman emerged from a side door. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, and it was hard to say whether the cheongsam accentuated her curves or if she brought out the garment’s elegance. In her pale right hand, she held a string of intricately carved prayer beads. Sunlight streamed through the latticed windows, bathing her in layers of soft, radiant light that made her glow.

“Mountains may crumble and rivers may shift, but true nature remains unaltered,” she said slowly.

Drawing on her memories, Song Ran recognized her as the eldest daughter of the Song family, currently the second-in-command of the Song Group. The Song family had three sons, with Scum Alpha’s father being the youngest. This meant Scum Alpha had both a cousin and a cousin-brother.

“Grandpa, Grandma, Sister,” Song Ran greeted them one by one.

The kind old woman on the cushion stood up, leaning on Song Qin’s arm as she walked over. “Ranran, dear, this is your first visit home since your wedding.”

“How rare,” Song Qin remarked with a perfectly measured smile. “You actually remembered to call us today.”

“Grandma, let me help you,” Song Ran said, ignoring Song Qin’s sarcasm. She stepped forward to support Grandma Song. “I came back because I missed home.”

“Good.”

Song Ran guided Grandma Song steadily past Song Qin to stand before the elderly man on the cushion. “Grandpa.”

“Mm, Ranran, how long will you be staying this time?” The old man slowly opened his eyes. “Why didn’t I see Sang Wu today?”

Song Ran’s eyes flickered slightly as she replied tactfully, “She wasn’t feeling well today and is resting at home.”

“Not feeling well?” The old man frowned. “Did she go to the hospital?”

“She did, Grandpa. Don’t worry, it’s just a minor cold. She’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

Song Qin’s smile deepened as she studied her younger sister with keen interest, as if sensing she had something to hide.

“That’s good,” the old man said, closing his eyes again. “Go to the courtyard first. I’ll join you later.”

“Okay.”

After reaching an agreement, three of them headed toward the courtyard, leaving Grandpa Song still kneeling before the Buddha statue.

Grandma Song adored her granddaughter from the bottom of her heart.

After arriving in the courtyard, she didn’t sit for long before getting up and heading to the kitchen, saying she wanted to make Song Ran her favorite Apricot and Lotus Cake. No matter how Song Ran tried to dissuade her, Grandma Song remained stubborn, and in the end, Song Ran could only let her go to the kitchen with enthusiasm.

Only two remained in the quiet courtyard.

Song Qin, her right hand gently turning her prayer beads, was patient, but the smile on her delicate face had faded slightly. The handcrafted cheongsam she wore was meticulously crafted, from the intricate patterns to the ornate buttons. Just a glance at it made Song Ran inexplicably think of Sang Wu in the hospital.

Sang Wu would look stunning in a cheongsam too, she thought.

“Here to see me?” Song Qin took a sip of her warm tea.

Two haitang trees stood in the courtyard. Though their blooming season had long passed, their presence complemented the courtyard’s ancient ambiance, lending it a poetic charm.

Song Ran didn’t deny it. “Sis.”

“Speak. What do you want this time?” Song Qin’s prayer beads were of exceptional quality, continuing to rotate even as she spoke. Her crimson lips curved into a faint smile. “Still about that An family girl?”

Song Ran choked.

An Yuanruan, the female lead of the book, was the one the original Song Ran couldn’t stop thinking about, even going so far as to beg Song Qin for help in winning her over.

The book didn’t describe Song Qin in detail, but even so, Song Ran knew she was a formidable character.

“No,” Song Ran explained. “I don’t have those feelings for her. I don’t like her.”

“Oh?” Song Qin drawled, her tone filled with amusement. “Then what do you want me to help you with? Help you cover up that Sang Wu wasn’t hospitalized for a cold, but because you put her there?”

“I…” Remembering that the person before her was the second-in-command of the Song Corporation, Song Ran suppressed her surprise and composed her expression. In a serious tone, she said, “This is my fault, and I admit it. I’m scum, unworthy of a good girl like Sang Wu. That’s why I’m here to ask if you can cancel our engagement.”

Family alliances through marriage weren’t just a piece of paper; they involved complex entanglements that she couldn’t decide on her own.

It wasn’t that she disliked Sang Wu, but rather that she believed Sang Wu, in her current state, couldn’t bear her presence. This marriage, which was torment for her, would only deepen Sang Wu’s pain and bitterness. If she could, she wanted to set Sang Wu free.

Sang Wu craved freedom.

From the moment she tried to escape the hospital room, everything she saw beyond the door confirmed her worst fears.

“Song Ran, are you still in third grade?” Song Qin’s eyes gleamed with mockery. “As long as you’re a member of the Song family, there’s no escape. This marriage alliance isn’t a game. I hope you understand that clearly.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Song Qin interrupted. “Do you want to know who Sang Wu would have married if you hadn’t been chosen as the sacrificial pawn?”

Song Ran pressed: “Who?”

“The Wang Family of North City. Wang Chengshuang.”

She’d heard of him—the spoiled playboy who’d once had a drug relapse in a bar and viciously bitten an Omega’s gland.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened into a fist, and Song Ran fell silent, her expression unreadable.

Before long, Grandma Song brought out freshly made Apricot and Lotus Cakes. The diamond-shaped pastries had a pale apricot-colored surface sprinkled with osmanthus flowers, their fragrant aroma filling the air.

“Ranran, Qin, try these and tell me if Grandma’s skills have gone rusty. It’s been so long since I’ve made them.”

Song Ran snapped out of her daze and picked up a cake, savoring it slowly.

The sweet fragrance of apricots mingled with the fresh aroma of lotus flowers. Song Ran gave a thumbs-up without reservation. “Grandma, these are delicious!”

“Really?” Grandma Song chuckled. “Then Ranran, come home often. Whenever you want some, I’ll make them for you.”

“Okay,” Song Ran replied softly. “And I’ll bring my daughter-in-law too, so she can taste your wonderful cooking.”

“Good, good, good. Grandma will be waiting for you when you come back.”

A gentle breeze swept through the room, filling it with warmth and cheer.

Song Ran spent a long time chatting with the two elders, only returning to the villa after dinner.

After quickly washing up and changing her clothes, she drove to the hospital to check on Sang Wu. The two lived separately after marriage. The Scum Alpha constantly complained about Sang Wu’s filthiness while secretly craving to possess her, though he had never succeeded.

The hospital was relatively close to the villa, and she arrived quickly.

Worried that Sang Wu might not be comfortable, she had brought a change of clothes. But before she reached the ward, she encountered Sang Wu in a nearly deserted corridor.

A bench was placed near the window, its position allowing a perfect view of the silver moon hanging high outside.

The impossibly beautiful Omega sat quietly on the bench, her head tilted back to gaze at the moon.

For as long as she sat there, the woman in the hooded veil stood behind her, keeping watch.

Though only three or four meters separated them, an invisible chasm seemed to yawn between them—a single misstep could send them crashing into ruin.

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