Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 6

In the reception room, Song Ran fiddled with her silver-white phone, its gleaming surface making her fingers appear even more slender and pale. A stray lock of hair brushed against her eyelashes, and she casually smoothed her long hair before silently counting down the minutes.

She had come to see Song Qin for one reason only: she wanted to enter the entertainment industry and become an actress.

The Song family was vast and influential, with their entertainment empire being the backbone of their wealth. However, they strictly forbade family members from participating in the industry, leaving Song Ran no choice but to negotiate with Song Qin.

Time passed slowly in the lavishly decorated reception room, its subdued luxury suffused with a faint, refreshing fragrance that lulled one into a sense of relaxation. Song Ran leaned back slightly, finding a more comfortable position.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Qin returned to the reception room at the last possible moment.

At the group office, Song Qin’s appearance was completely transformed. Her custom-made cheongsam seemed like a fleeting mirage. She now wore gold-rimmed glasses and a gray-blue suit with a distinctive design, her long black hair cascading softly down her back.

Though a smile played on her lips, her overall demeanor remained aloof and unapproachable.

“Rare visitor,” Song Qin said, sitting on the sofa with her fingers resting on the armrest. “People don’t come to the temple without a reason. Just say what you want.”

“Sis,” Song Ran said, a smile spreading across her face as she calculated her words. “I’m not getting divorced anymore.”

“So?” Song Qin glanced lazily at her.

“But I have a request.”

 

The original Song Ran was uneducated and, despite being favored, held no real power. In contrast, the Song Qin before her had always been the Song family’s greatest pride. She skipped two grades in elementary school, earned numerous academic honors in middle and high school, and was accepted into the country’s top university for a combined bachelor’s and master’s program in her second year of high school. She later pursued her doctorate at a top foreign university, receiving full scholarships every year, and graduated with honors two years early.

Even Song Ran had to admit, This woman is practically a female lead from a wish-fulfillment novel.

“What?” Song Qin frowned. “Just say it. What do you want?”

Song Ran looked at her earnestly. “Sis, I want to get into the entertainment industry.”

“The family will never agree to it,” Song Qin said, refusing.

“Sis, please help me,” Song Ran said, putting on a just-right act of pleading. “I really don’t want to be ignorant and useless anymore. I want to get into the entertainment industry.”

“Useless?” Song Qin looked at her thoughtfully. “Song Ran, when you were little, what did Grandma like to do with you the most?”

Song Ran paused.

Song Qin was suspicious.

She quickly thought back and blurted out, “She liked to listen to Lixi Opera with me.”

“What kind of opera?”

“Lixi Opera from the Xi Yu region.”

Only then did Song Qin look away, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Oh, you still remember? I was about to forget.”

Song Ran remained calm. “Sis, actually, when I was at home these past few days, I accidentally fell and hit my head.”

“Fell and lost your wits?”

Song Ran shook her head. “No, I fell and woke up. Before, I was too… too stupid. I shouldn’t have acted so recklessly, shouldn’t have disappointed you all. I’m sorry.”

She tilted her head slightly, a faint mistiness in her eyes, her gaze steady and clear.

Song Qin watched her silently for a long time.

After a while, she finally asked in a low voice, “Why do you want to enter the entertainment industry?”

“I’m not good at studying, and I don’t have a head for business,” Song Ran said earnestly, analyzing the situation. “Joining a company wouldn’t help you either. So I thought, it’s better to pursue what I’m interested in. I really enjoy acting. Back when I was an investor, I used to watch actors audition in front of me, and I found it fascinating.” Her words were perfectly crafted, leaving no room for doubt, and she even drew upon past experiences to support her case.

“Song Ran.”

“Hmm?”

 

The corners of Song Qin’s lips curved upward even more as she murmured, “Are you just acting right now?”

“No, sis,” Song Ran replied. Even she, a three-time Golden Globe Award winner, could feel the overwhelming pressure from this confrontation. She blinked innocently, her eyes clear as she said, “Of course, I wish I were just acting right now. That would mean I was born to be an actor.”

After studying her for a moment, unsure if she believed her, Song Qin smirked and turned away. “You’re really sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Then it’s your choice. I won’t take responsibility if anything goes wrong.” She stood up, picking up the documents. “Of course, my lack of objection doesn’t mean I’ll shoulder the blame. If Grandpa and Grandma ask, you’ll have to kneel before them and take the blame yourself.”

Her heart soaring, Song Ran gradually smiled and nodded. “Okay, thank you, sis.”

The tall, elegant Alpha paused just as she was about to leave the reception room. “Song Ran, as long as you don’t cross the line, you have nothing to worry about from me.”

With that, she turned and left.

The smile faded until it vanished completely.

Song Ran’s eyes gradually darkened.

Was that a warning to her or the original body?

Has Song Qin discovered something? she wondered.

After leaving the company, Song Ran instinctively wanted to go to the hospital, but she ultimately drove back to the villa. As news of her departure spread through the Song Group, all employees unconsciously sighed in relief. Only Song Qin’s secretary sat staring blankly at the computer on her desk, lost in thought.

When the red sports car arrived at the villa, Song Ran got out, eyeing the car’s overly conspicuous color, and decided to switch vehicles for her next outing.

Which one should I choose?

She paced back and forth in the garage, still undecided, when the villa gate opened. A white sedan slowly drove in and quickly backed into the garage.

As the car door opened, Song Ran frowned at the person inside.

“Sang Wu.”

 

As if afraid that Song Ran would lose her temper, the female doctor who had brought Sang Wu immediately explained, “Ms. Song, please don’t be angry. Here’s what happened: this morning, Madam went downstairs for a walk and saw family members of a patient downstairs asking for a bed. The hospital is full, and when Madam saw this, she came back and told us she didn’t want to stay anymore, to give her room to that little girl.”

“Don’t worry, Madam is mostly recovered now,” the doctor said, handing over Sang Wu’s medication. “As long as she takes her medicine on time every day, staying at home is just as good, and the home environment is even better for her health and well-being.”

After sorting things out, Song Ran’s lingering irritation vanished completely. She took the medication and said politely, “Thank you for making the trip.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” the doctor replied. “The timing and dosage instructions are written on the label inside the bag. Take care, Madam.”

Sang Wu, who hadn’t spoken until now, nodded. “Thank you.”

The doctor waved her hand. “That’s it for me. The hospital is busy, so I have to get back.”

“Thank you for your hard work,” Song Ran said politely.

Being treated with such courtesy by Song Ran, who was known for her spoiled and carefree demeanor, made the doctor a little nervous. She glanced at the two women one last time to make sure they were getting along, then drove away quickly.

The commotion died down, leaving only the two women in the vast garage, standing in silence.

After a long pause, Song Ran sighed and reached for the bag of clothes in the Omega’s hands. “Let me take that.”

Sang Wu turned away, evading her hand. Her deep-seated resistance was clear.

Song Ran paid no mind. The bag wasn’t heavy, and seeing Sang Wu’s refusal, she didn’t press the matter. “Let’s go inside.”

She led the way, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes when she heard the hesitant footsteps following behind.

Scum Alpha disliked empty spaces, so he had bought a two-story villa.

The first-floor decor was gaudy and ostentatious, completely unlike Song Ran’s taste. She placed Sang Wu’s medication on the table and tore open the packaging to examine the label. It was already 11 a.m., almost time for her noon dose.

She stood up and placed the medication on the table. “The housekeeper isn’t here. I’ll make you something to eat. What do you want?”

As she spoke, she removed her white morning coat, revealing a form-fitting V-neck dress. The red fabric made her skin glow even more luminous, almost outshining the chandelier’s light.

Sang Wu studied her expressionlessly, remaining silent.

“Sang Wu, if you don’t say anything, I’ll just make something random,” she said with a smile. “My cooking’s not bad. Don’t you want to try something?”

For some reason, she suddenly recalled how Sang Wu had felt when she’d rubbed her head yesterday.

A barely perceptible flicker of irritation crossed Sang Wu’s cool features. “I don’t want anything,” she said frostily.

“How are you supposed to take your medicine on an empty stomach?” Song Ran raised an eyebrow and sat down beside her without waiting for permission. “I told you, I won’t hurt you again. So relax—I won’t poison it or slip you anything. If you’re really worried, you can watch me cook.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Song Ran thought the pretty little kitten seemed to be forcing composure again.

She leaned in close to Sang Wu, her expression feigning confusion. “Are you really not hungry? Should I make something for you later?”

Sang Wu could smell Song Ran’s subtle fragrance, and the slight lean of her body made her chest/area almost visible. She turned her face away, a hint of embarrassed anger flashing across her features.

“Put your clothes on,” she said, barely suppressing her irritation.

Song Ran chuckled softly, her expressive peach blossom eyes becoming even more alluring. Sitting up straight, she tilted her head innocently. “Why should I dress so conservatively in my own home?”

“And,” she drawled, her voice trailing off suggestively, “we’re already married, you know.”

Sang Wu closed her eyes abruptly. When she opened them again a few seconds later, her usual cool demeanor had returned. Forcing calm, she replied coldly, “Whatever.”

“Mm.”

 

They sat in relative silence for a while. Song Ran ventured, “You’re really not hungry?”

Sang Wu fell silent again.

Song Ran leaned back, her slender hands resting on the armrests. Her aura was warm and pleasant, but her striking beauty, combined with her now assertive posture, carried an indescribable undercurrent. Every movement she made dripped with seductive intent.

Since Sang Wu had her back turned, Song Ran asked with a smile, “If you’re not hungry, let’s continue our conversation from yesterday. Sang Wu, why don’t you turn around and face me? It’s a little strange like this.”

Though they hadn’t spent much time together, Song Ran was already accustomed to answering her own questions.

“You’re facing away from me,” Song Ran continued slowly. “Are you afraid to look at me?”

The Omega turned around at her words. Sang Wu’s expression was impatient, her tone icy. “Afraid to look at you? Who cares to look at you?”

“Sang Wu,” Song Ran said, unfazed by the sarcasm. “You weren’t always like this.”

Seeing the fleeting stiffness on the Omega’s face, Song Ran said with keen interest, “Before, no matter what I did, you wouldn’t even acknowledge me, let alone talk to me. But in the past two days, you’ve spoken to me more than you have in the past month.”

The kitten’s fingers instinctively curled, and her soft, red lips pressed into a straight line.

“So what?” Sang Wu asked.

“Don’t misunderstand. I mean, this is good.” The kitten was already showing signs of bristling, so Song Ran quickly changed tack. “Yesterday at the hospital, you agreed to help me. I’ve decided that the first step of my redemption will be whatever you decide.”

Sang Wu’s gaze flickered. “What?”

“Right now, you can make me do anything you want.” Song Ran grabbed the coat beside her and swiftly put it on. “I’m dressed. Let’s begin.”

Staring at the strangely behaving Alpha before her, Sang Wu remained motionless.

The events of the past month flashed through her mind. She simply couldn’t believe this notoriously vile Alpha.

Was it her decision to make?

What would happen to her after she spoke?

Thinking of this, Sang Wu looked at her with frosty eyes. “Stop acting, Song Ran.”

“I’m not acting,” Song Ran said helplessly. “Believe me this once. I won’t make you suffer anymore.”

With that, she took out the prepared key and handed it to Sang Wu. “If I ever treat you the way I used to, you can leave at any time. No one in the villa will stop you.”

 

After their marriage, Sang Wu had considered fleeing.

She had hoped the Sang Family would help her, even if just to ease her pain. But all she received were unanswered calls and increasingly unbearable torment.

She wanted to escape, but before she could reach the villa’s gate, the guards outside would drag her back, and Song Ran would lock her in the underground wine cellar to starve for days.

The key in front of her was like Pandora’s box.

It tempted Sang Wu endlessly, and she could already see the freedom she had longed for.

“As long as you have this key, you’re free to come and go from the villa. No one will stop you.” Kitten had already lifted her tail, and seeing this, Song Ran immediately pressed the key into her hand.

“Sang Wu, trust me one last time.”

The key in her palm felt scalding. Sang Wu instinctively wanted to throw it away, but after a brief internal struggle, reason won out.

Even if she’s lying again, even if she’s scheming new ways to torment you, having this key increases your chances of escape.

With this thought, Sang Wu withdrew her hand and clenched the key tightly.

Song Ran smiled with satisfaction. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and murmured, “Sang Wu, let’s begin.”

The Omega, delicate as a porcelain doll, sat quietly, the mole at the corner of her eye tinged with red. After a moment, she glanced sideways and said, “Let’s start by drawing three turtles on your face.”

Hearing this, the amusement in Song Ran’s eyes nearly overflowed.

But she understood Sang Wu’s reservations and nodded without hesitation. “Alright, draw them.”

A pen was already under the table. Song Ran took it and handed it to Sang Wu. “Go ahead. If three aren’t enough, you can draw a couple more.”

Sang Wu gazed at the pen between her fingers, lowering her eyes to suppress the confusion in her heart.

When the pen tip touched her skin, Song Ran felt a slight tickle. They were standing so close that if Sang Wu leaned just a little, Song Ran could have completely enveloped her in her arms.

Her gaze held a smile as she carefully studied Sang Wu’s face.

Looking at the beauty so close to her, she couldn’t help but wonder what Sang Wu would be like without her carefully maintained cool demeanor.

The pen tip moved from her right cheek to her left, and Song Ran’s gaze shifted to Sang Wu’s delicate earlobes. They were as pink and round as pearls, making her want to give them a playful nibble. Averting her eyes, she asked casually, “Sang Wu, you can’t be that ugly, can you?”

“Ugly,” Sang Wu replied.

“Alright then, I’ll check how ugly you are in the bathroom later.” The word “ugly” had never applied to her before. Smiling, she asked, “Sang Wu, how long do you want me to keep your little turtle?”

Sang Wu this, Sang Wu that.

The Omega grew slightly impatient, her grip tightening as she said coldly, “You can’t wash it off until tonight.”

“Okay, I’ll do as you say.” Noticing the pen tip move from her cheek to her forehead, Song Ran asked with a grin, “Sang Wu, how good are you at drawing?”

“Stop talking,” the Omega snapped, refusing to even look at her.

Song Ran fell silent.

 

The last little turtle was drawn on her forehead. The height difference between them forced Sang Wu to tilt her chin slightly upward, which inadvertently allowed Song Ran to gaze steadily at her full, rosy lips.

Even the shape of the Omega’s lips was perfectly curved for a smile.

The corners of her lips arched with exquisite precision, their color possibly even more vibrant than the roses blooming in full splendor in a garden. Song Ran casually studied her, swallowing involuntarily.

Every aspect of Sang Wu perfectly matched her aesthetic.

Moreover, they were now in a legally recognized relationship.

Realizing what she was thinking, Song Ran immediately averted her gaze.

Time passed slowly. After a few minutes, Sang Wu finished her drawing. She put down her pen, her expression as cool as ever. “It’s done.”

“Okay.”

Song Ran, too lazy to go to the bathroom, simply opened her phone camera. The woman in the photo had three small black turtles drawn on her face. On the tip of the turtle’s tail on her forehead, there was an indistinct blob, precisely centered between her eyebrows.

“What’s this?”

“Turtles also defecate,” Sang Wu said, her expression unchanging.

“Okay.” Song Ran looked away, not bothering to dwell on it. She praised Sang Wu instead. “Sang Wu, your drawing skills are quite good. These little turtles look very realistic.”

Sang Wu pursed her lips. “Really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Then I can draw more in the future.” Sang Wu’s almond-shaped eyes glistened, her rare agreement hanging in the air.

“Sure, if you like drawing, we’ll keep drawing.” Song Ran stood up, seizing the opportunity. “What do you like to eat? I’ll cook.”

“Whatever.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can whip up.” With that, Song Ran headed to the kitchen, three little turtles still adorning her face. Watching her disappear, the Omega sitting on the sofa finally looked puzzled.

What game was Song Ran playing?

How could she… actually tolerate Sang Wu drawing turtles on her face?

 

Inside the kitchen, Song Ran glanced at the abundance of ingredients in the fridge and decided to make three of her signature home-style dishes.

She had been raised by her grandparents when she was young. As they grew older and less mobile, she learned to help them in the kitchen. Later, when she moved to the city for school, she also learned to cook for herself.

The kitchen appliances were all automated. After setting them up, she only needed to stir occasionally. Soon, the three dishes were ready and she carried them to the dining table.

“Sang Wu, come eat.” She set the table and scooped a bowl of rice for Sang Wu. “Eat plenty. It’ll help you recover faster.”

She remembered the doctor saying Sang Wu was a little malnourished.

Looking at Sang Wu’s frail appearance across the table, she picked up the serving chopsticks and earnestly filled Sang Wu’s bowl with food.

“Try it?”

Sang Wu froze, lost in thought.

“I haven’t put anything in it. Don’t worry.” To convince her, Song Ran took a few bites first. “See? I’ve eaten it too.”

Sang Wu’s eyes flickered slightly, and she lowered her head to pick up a shrimp.

The fresh, briny flavor of the shrimp filled her mouth as she chewed slowly, her head drooping lower with each bite.

She… she wasn’t actually worried that Song Ran had put anything in the food.

It was the first time someone had ever served her food. She couldn’t describe her feelings. Ever since she was little, her “parents” had disliked her. After her younger brother was born, she only got to eat their leftovers. Even after being brought back to the Sang family recently, she hadn’t even been allowed to eat at the table with them, let alone have someone serve her food.

Noticing Sang Wu’s unusual mood, Song Ran tactfully didn’t press her. Instead, she quietly observed which dishes Sang Wu seemed to prefer. Whenever Sang Wu’s bowl was almost empty, Song Ran would serve her more based on her apparent preferences.

Neither of them ate quickly, and by the time they finished, it was almost one o’clock.

Song Ran cleared the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. After tidying up, she made sure Sang Wu took her medication.

As the medication took effect, Sang Wu’s eyelids began to droop. Song Ran asked, “Want to get some rest?”

Sang Wu nodded.

 

As they started upstairs, Sang Wu instinctively kept some distance from Song Ran. Song Ran noticed this subtle gesture, but only realized after they reached the upper floor that Sang Wu didn’t actually have her own room.

To humiliate Sang Wu, the Scum Alpha had set passwords on all the guest rooms, forcing her to sleep in the garden shed.

Song Ran sighed inwardly and started apologizing again. “Sang Wu, I’m sorry. How about you sleep in the master bedroom and I’ll take the storage room?”

Sang Wu remained silent, simply staring at the three turtle-shaped birthmarks on Song Ran’s face.

“The master bedroom is cleaner. The guest room hasn’t been cleaned for a while, so you should go rest first.”

The autumn sun, less scorching than the summer heat, had softened. The villa was well-lit, sunlight streaming through the corridor windows and illuminating both women. It made Song Ran’s snow-white skin glow even more radiant against her red dress. Seeing the Omega’s unmoving figure, she repeated her morning speech. “Actually, I hit my head the night I hurt you. When I came to, I regretted everything I’d done. So don’t worry, I really want to turn over a new leaf. I’ve cleaned everything in the room.”

Under the sunlight, misty tears welled in Sang Wu’s almond-shaped eyes, making them even more captivating.

She didn’t say whether she believed or not. Silently, she walked into the bedroom and closed the door firmly.

Song Ran chuckled softly, looking out the window.

The sunlight was pleasant, everything was just right.

She leaned against the wall, taking in the view outside. Just as she turned away, thinking about going down to the garden storage room—

A faint scent of orange blossoms wafted through the walls, suddenly overwhelming her. She stopped in her tracks.

Sang Wu’s pheromones were in disarray.