Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 5

The silver moon hung high in the sky, its glow mingling with the mist that seemed to rise from the air, creating a serene scene that no one disturbed.

But hospitals are often a thin line away from death. As Sang Wu continued to watch, the silence was broken by a room at the far end of the corridor. The red light above the door flashed, summoning medical staff who rushed to the scene.

Startled, Sang Wu lingered, reluctant to leave, before turning and entering her own room. Song Ran had hidden in time, undetected. Standing outside, she hesitated, staring at the bag of clothes in her hands. Even as medical staff wheeled a patient past her, she kept her head down, unmoved.

It was late.

By this hour, most nurses had finished their shifts, leaving Sang Wu alone in the room.

She wasn’t wearing a hospital gown, still clad in the nightgown she’d worn the night before. Song Ran stood by the door for a long time, debating whether to leave the clothes with the staff and depart. Suddenly, a crash came from inside the room—something heavy had fallen to the floor.

Her heart tightened, and she instinctively pushed the door open.

Inside the hospital room, Sang Wu lay sprawled on the floor, her hair disheveled and her nightgown legs hiked up to her calves from her prone position. Without hesitation, Song Ran tossed the bag of clothes behind the sofa and rushed to help her up.

Just as her fingers were about to touch Sang Wu’s shoulder, the aloof Omega turned her face away. “Don’t touch me.”

Song Ran froze. “Can you stand?”

A sharp pain shot through her fingers, and the lingering effects of the recent pheromone disturbance left Sang Wu weak. She bit her lip, her cool, refined features subtly furrowed, her entire body sagging with exhaustion.

The physical strength gap between Omegas and Alphas was stark.

Song Ran didn’t waste time thinking. She wrapped her arms around Sang Wu’s waist and effortlessly lifted the struggling Omega off the floor. Her movements were gentle, her pale, slender fingers cupping Sang Wu’s body without any sense of intrusion.

After settling Sang Wu on the sofa, Song Ran silently retrieved the medical kit from the bedside table.

The private hospital room was not only more luxurious, but also equipped with medical supplies throughout, making it convenient for doctors to examine patients. Having been taught by her parents how to handle common injuries and having grown up with a first aid kit at home, Song Ran was familiar with the setup.

After sitting down beside Sang Wu, she asked gently, “May I help you clean your wound?”

Omega pressed her lips together, as if suppressing something. “Song Ran.”

“Hmm?”

“I snapped at you earlier today.” Sang Wu turned to look at her. “Are you here to clean my wound, or me?”

Song Ran froze for a few seconds.

She remembered now. On their wedding night, Scum Alpha had already assaulted Sang Wu.

That night, while Sang Wu was still wearing her pristine white wedding dress, Scum Alpha tore nearly half of the skirt. Drunk and acting violently, he grabbed Sang Wu’s head and slammed it against the headboard, shouting, “Stop pretending! I’ll clean you out sooner or later, you bitch!”

She recalled that the original author had deliberately included this scene, possibly laying the groundwork for Sang Wu’s later dark transformation.

Sang Wu was dazed from the impact, her vision swimming with stars. Struggling to her feet, she fled to a guest room and locked Scum Alpha out. Fortunately, the man was drunk and passed out soon after, allowing her to escape this ordeal.

It was then, on the day of her wedding, that Sang Wu finally realized what kind of person she had been forced to marry in her place.

Song Ran snapped out of her reverie and said calmly, “Sang Wu, you’re a patient now. I wouldn’t dream of laying a hand on you.” This time, she paid no heed to Sang Wu’s protests and gently took her hand, coaxing in a soothing voice, “It’s late, and the on-duty doctor and nurses are probably attending to that patient with the red light. I can clean this wound for you.”

As she spoke, Song Ran gently held Sang Wu’s hand while deftly opening the medical kit and retrieving a bottle of saline solution.

Blood trickled from the cut, and Song Ran frowned. “This might sting a little. Bear with it.”

The restrained Omega, whose hand was being held, stared at her coldly, remaining silent as if she hadn’t heard a word.

Song Ran lifted Sang Wu’s injured hand, then poured saline over it, letting the solution wash away the surface dirt. Her chestnut curls swayed gently, framing a brow that held a rare depth. Her expressive peach blossom eyes, when focused intently on someone, shimmered like twin pools of autumn water, their gentle radiance capable of stirring the heart.

Perhaps the atmosphere was just right, for she found herself compelled to say, “Sang Wu, I apologize.”

The Omega’s gaze flickered, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

“I… I don’t know how to say this.” After the saline rinse, Song Ran grabbed a disposable cotton swab dipped in iodine and carefully wiped the wound. “But I’m truly sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like scum.”

No, Scum Alpha wasn’t just like scum. She was simply scum.

Realizing this, Song Ran corrected herself, “I apologize for everything I’ve done in the past. I’m sorry, Sang Wu.”

Doubt flickered in Sang Wu’s eyes, her disbelief palpable.

“You don’t need to play games with me,” she said coldly. “Just tell me, what kind of torment do you have planned after this apology?”

After cleaning the blood from the wound, Song Ran took out gauze to bandage it. Her movements were swift and deliberate, without hesitation or impatience. The two strikingly beautiful women stood together in relative harmony, the scene as idyllic as a painting.

“I’m not playing any games,” Song Ran said earnestly. “I’m genuinely apologizing.” To bolster her credibility, she added, “If I wanted to torment you, I wouldn’t bother with niceties first.”

No sooner had the words left her lips than Sang Wu struggled to pull her hand away.

But Song Ran wouldn’t let her win this time. The usually gentle and temperless heartthrob actress, rarely seen in such directness, firmly gripped the Omega’s hand. “Let me finish bandaging this. There’s just a little left.”

Under the warm lighting, Song Ran’s cool, alluring face blurred like a flower shrouded in mist. Sang Wu couldn’t free herself, a flicker of irritation surfacing in her usually placid almond eyes. “Let go.”

“Sang Wu.” Song Ran didn’t relent, but a trace of pleading crept into her voice. “Can’t I just do this?”

Sang Wu marveled at the actress’s flawless performance. “Is this how you apologize?” she retorted. “I told you to let go.”

At this, Song Ran immediately released her grip.

But she continued to act with deliberate restraint, her eyes slightly downcast, as if harboring a grievance. “As you wish. I’ve let go.”

The gauze was almost fully wrapped, leaving only the final step of securing it with bandages.

Sang Wu retrieved a white bandage from the medical kit. Her movements were slightly clumsy, hindered by her injured hands.

Once the bandage was secured, Song Ran eagerly stepped forward and cut it with scissors. Her full, crescent-shaped lips curved into a radiant smile. “There. It’s done.”

Sang Wu resumed her usual aloof demeanor.

She stood up and quickly sat down at the edge of the bed, as if eager to distance herself from Song Ran. “You can leave now.”

“Sang Wu, can’t we talk properly?”

The topic had just begun to surface, tearing open a fragile opening.

She didn’t want to abandon all her previous efforts.

Though perhaps not the ideal moment, once certain impulses surged, they were difficult to suppress.

Song Ran looked at her earnestly. “Sang Wu, I don’t want to keep being a scumbag. Please help me.”

She carefully controlled her pace and tone, even the subtle curves of her eyes and brows, all honed through years of acting practice.

The Alpha sitting on the sofa was strikingly handsome, his gentle, peach-blossom eyes gazing over with warmth. Sang Wu was momentarily stunned, a rare occurrence.

She couldn’t figure out what this despicable Alpha was up to this time.

After all, the term “scum” fit him perfectly.

For a thoroughly depraved scum to suddenly claim he no longer wanted to be scum was as believable as a skeletal addict, bankrupt from substance abuse, swearing he’d never use again—utterly devoid of credibility.

“Sang Wu, please help me,” the tall Alpha said, approaching her. She had arrived wearing a water-blue embroidered dress that accentuated her figure. Unaware of the Omega’s coldness, he slowly drew closer, his dazzling face rivaling peach blossoms in full bloom during early spring. “Your silence means you agree, right?”

Sang Wu abruptly pulled away, widening the distance between them. “Stay away from me,” she said expressionlessly.

“Okay.” Song Ran complied obediently, a smile dancing in his eyes as he asked earnestly, “Anything else you want me to do?”

“Now,” a flicker of emotion surfaced in Sang Wu’s eyes as she added, “get out of this room.”

Even sitting down, Song Ran towered over the petite Omega beside her, easily half a head taller. At Sang Wu’s curt dismissal, Song Ran raised an eyebrow. Though she wore no makeup and her attire was simple, every movement she made carried an understated allure. As she tucked a strand of her long, honey-brown hair behind her ear, she said, “Can you at least finish talking before you send me away?”

“No,” Sang Wu replied frostily.

“Then are you agreeing?” A playful glint sparkled in Song Ran’s eyes. “Sang Wu, you’re only telling me to leave, but you haven’t said you won’t help. If you don’t deny it, I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I didn’t agree.”

“Hmm, I see. So you’re saying yes, then.” Song Ran’s gaze shifted to Sang Wu’s injured hand. “Don’t get it wet until it’s healed. Ask the nurses for help with anything you need. I’ll come back to check on you tomorrow night.”

Sang Wu realized she’d been outwitted. A flicker of irritation crossed her face, but she maintained her cold demeanor. “I said I didn’t agree.”

In the next instant, something seemed to settle on the top of her head—

It was Song Ran’s hand.

Her pale, knobby right hand gently patted Sang Wu’s head. “Get some rest, sweetheart.”

Sang Wu’s cool and composed demeanor completely shattered.

A wave of revulsion surged through her. Just as she instinctively moved to pull away from Song Ran’s hand, Song Ran had already withdrawn her wrist. Before Sang Wu could say anything, Song Ran put on her hat and left the room.

Sang Wu froze, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Was Song Ran possessed by some kind of spirit?

She pondered this, completely overlooking how Song Ran knew about the caregiver. After a moment, she gently rubbed her forehead with her bandaged hands, the pressure varying between light and firm, as if trying to scrub away the lingering warmth of Song Ran’s touch.

After leaving the hospital, Song Ran took off her hat and placed it on the passenger seat, driving home with a cheerful mood.

Sang Wu’s reaction was better than she had imagined.

Perhaps tomorrow’s negotiation will go more smoothly too, she thought, her lips curving into a smile.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t considered staying at the hospital to keep watch over Sang Wu.

But she had already pushed her luck too far tonight. If she didn’t give Sang Wu some time to recover, the progress they had made today might unravel completely.

The red sports car executed a beautiful turn on the road, the evening breeze gentle and the journey smooth. The crescent moon gradually hid behind dark clouds, thick layers occasionally split by lightning, signaling an approaching storm.

Upon arriving at the villa, the vast mansion was eerily quiet, yet Song Ran felt an inexplicable sense of unease. Stepping inside, she discovered traces of recent visitors in the garden.

The villa required a key to enter, and Scum Alpha’s shady associates were well-known figures in Jincheng. Naturally, the security guards wouldn’t dare stop them.

Noticing the villa’s owner return, the woman sitting on the swing—dressed in a tank top and short skirt—immediately stood up. “A-Ran, you’re back.”

Song Ran felt a twitch between her eyebrows and sighed inwardly, feeling helpless.

The woman calling her “A-Ran” from nearby was the youngest princess of the Cheng family. Because she bore a slight resemblance to the Female Lead, Scum Alpha had always treated her with a certain kindness.

Cheng Yuting jogged over and casually linked arms with her. The other acquaintances nearby whistled appreciatively, their spoiled, playboy-like attitudes on full display.

When their wrists touched, Song Ran politely withdrew her arm.

Pulling away, she said tactfully, “Yuting, I’m married.”

Cheng Yuting was very fond of Scum Alpha. Near the end of the book, after Sang Wu and the Female Lead had teamed up to send the deranged Scum Alpha to prison, Yuting was the only friend who tried to find ways to help her.

Unfazed, Cheng Yuting pouted and reached for Song Ran’s hand again. “A-Ran, why didn’t you say this before when I took your hand?”

That was Scum Alpha, and this is me.

I would never do anything to betray Sang Wu while married.

With this thought, Song Ran explained, “Yuting, I was wrong before. I apologize. I’m sorry.”

Song Ran showed not a hint of impatience. The sincerity in her eyes left the group nearby speechless.

A blonde-haired guy stepped forward, looking puzzled. “Sister Ran, you can’t possibly be quitting for real, can you?”

They had been on good terms with Song Ran within their circle. They sometimes hung out at her villa. When they heard she had left the group and said such things, they bombarded her with messages, but she didn’t respond, so they came over in person.

Song Ran cut straight to the point. “Yeah. What’s done is done. I don’t want to live like that anymore.”

Cheng Yuting sensed something was off. “A-Ran, did something happen to you?”

This wasn’t like her. Song Ran had always hung out with them. Why was she suddenly abandoning them? Besides, Cheng Yuting liked Song Ran.

Thinking this, Cheng Yuting nudged Song Ran. “A-Ran, whatever trouble you’re in, you can tell us. We’ll help you figure something out.”

Song Ran instinctively stepped back. “It’s nothing. Don’t read too much into it. Just don’t invite me to any more events. I have other things to do now.”

The group exchanged bewildered glances, wondering how this notoriously spoiled heiress had suddenly changed. Cheng Yuting’s eyes reddened. “A-Ran, can I still come over to play?”

Song Ran paused. “I might not have time in the future.”

She had made up her mind. She wanted to shed the image of a spoiled heiress and shine anew in this world. Having won three major awards in her first three years, her passion for acting had sustained her through endless hours of practice.

Cheng Yuting clenched her fingers. “A-Ran, you didn’t say this before. You promised you’d play with me! You can’t do this.”

Song Ran sighed inwardly. She found transmigration tough enough already, having to resolve the conflicts left by the original Scum Alpha’s relationships with her lovers and family, and now she had to deal with the romantic entanglements she’d stirred up.

“Yuting, it’s really—”

Before she could finish, Cheng Yuting covered her ears and shook her head vigorously. “I’m not listening! I don’t believe this! A-Ran would never do this to me!” She ran out the villa’s front door. The others rushed after her, but the golden-haired boy approached Song Ran and asked quietly, “Are you really Song Ran?”

“What else?” Song Ran replied, showing a hint of impatience, just as the original body would have. “If I’m not Song Ran, then who else could I be?”

Seeing her familiar demeanor, the golden-haired boy paused. “Oh, well then, see you later, Sister Ran. I’m going to go check on Cheng Yuting first.”

Compared to Song Ran’s family background, theirs were like small fry. Even the Cheng family, which had been established in Jincheng for generations, was like a drop in the ocean next to the Song family. They simply couldn’t compete for her attention.

Seeing everyone else head toward Cheng Yuting, and knowing the area was safe, Song Ran returned to the villa without worry.

She took another hot bath, the steamy air giving her skin a rosy glow. Closing her eyes, she replayed the day’s events in her mind.

After sorting through everything, she couldn’t understand how Scum Alpha could bring himself to harm Sang Wu. She felt that even his friends, stand-ins, or even the Female Lead’s White Moonlight—whom she hadn’t even met—weren’t as… adorable as Sang Wu.

Pheromone disorders not only cause Omegas to lose control of their pheromones, but also lead to greater emotional fluctuations. But today, at the hospital, while interacting with Sang Wu in her normal state, Song Ran seemed to have discovered a little secret about her—

She seemed, just seemed, not as aloof as she appeared.

At least, when Song Ran got close to her, she didn’t hold it together. It was like a beautiful little kitten cornered against a wall, instinctively wanting to curl up in the face of danger, yet forcing herself to puff up, hiss, and bare her teeth, trying to intimidate her enemy into backing down.

Thinking of this, Song Ran smiled faintly, her smile brighter than the spring sunlight filling the room.

Maybe it’s not so hard after all.

Perhaps she could try interacting with Sang Wu normally, she thought.

The next morning when Song Ran woke up, she went to Song Corporation. Song Qin was the second-in-command, while Scum Alpha had no management authority whatsoever, merely being a shareholder.

Everyone in the corporation knew her.

When they learned she was coming, everyone sprang to attention. The reason was simple: Scum Alpha had once publicly berated an employee in a domineering manner, declaring, “You’re all just dogs the Song family keeps. Don’t you know what happens to dogs who don’t listen and don’t work hard?”

Even Song Qin’s secretary dared not show the slightest hint of negligence before her.

The secretary led her to the top-floor reception room and said cautiously, “Young CEO Song is still in a meeting. You might need to wait about fifteen minutes. Would you like some pastries and entertainment arranged?”

Last time, when this pampered Song heiress was kept waiting for five minutes, the entire eighteenth floor was thrown into chaos by her tantrums. The secretary sighed inwardly, but then—

The expected scolding and tantrum didn’t come. The woman before him removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of exceptionally beautiful peach blossom eyes. She said warmly, “Thank you for your hard work. There’s no need for pastries or entertainment. I’ll wait.”

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