Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 7

The medication bag contained a pheromone disruptor.

After realizing what was happening, Song Ran hurried downstairs, retrieved the disruptor, and entered the password to push open the door.

The scent of orange blossoms inside the room grew even stronger. As Song Ran burst in, the overpowering fragrance nearly made her stumble. The Omega on the sofa hung her head slightly, her slender body trembling uncontrollably. Soft, jet-black hair draped across her face, obscuring her expression.

The disruptor needed to be injected.

Song Ran approached Sang Wu and called out softly, “Sang Wu.”

The Omega ignored her, but the knuckles of her fingers, clutching the hem of her shirt, turned pale. She hadn’t changed into the clothes Song Ran had prepared, still wearing her thin nightgown with a knitted sweater draped over her shoulders.

The scent of orange blossoms filled the room, permeating every corner. Song Ran sat beside Sang Wu, gently coaxing her, “Sang Wu, your pheromones are disordered. The doctor prepared a regulator.”

“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as permission to give you the injection.”

Only then did Sang Wu turn her face. Her waist-length black hair framed her delicate almond-shaped eyes, usually so captivating, but now her brows were slightly furrowed due to the pheromone disorder. “I’ll do it myself.”

“Okay.” Song Ran didn’t press further.

After preparing the regulator and handing it to Sang Wu, she stood up, watching her every move intently.

As the blue regulator was injected by the Omega, the scent of orange blossoms gradually faded, and the discomfort on Sang Wu’s face vanished.

“Let me do it.”

After taking the syringe, Song Ran carefully disposed of it in the trash. She said warmly, “If you feel unwell at any time, please tell me.”

The Alpha’s eyes no longer held their usual hostility and disdain, but were now filled with newfound clarity and concern. Sang Wu paused, then gave a slight nod.

“Rest now. Call me if you need anything.” Song Ran’s gaze overflowed with genuine care as she said earnestly, “Don’t hesitate, and don’t be afraid of me anymore, Sang Wu. I mean it.”

With a soft smile, she tucked a stray hair behind Sang Wu’s ear. “Good afternoon.”

Even with three tortoise-shaped bruises still visible on her face, Sang Wu had to admit—

Song Ran was… genuinely beautiful.

Still worried about Sang Wu’s condition, Song Ran called the female doctor after leaving the room.

Only after the doctor repeatedly assured her that the pheromone disruption was a normal reaction did she feel slightly relieved. The utility room in the garden was cramped and dimly lit, with only enough space left for a small folding bed after the cluttered piles of items.

Song Ran took a deep breath, mentally cursing the Scum Alpha, before setting about tidying Sang Wu’s belongings. Her personal items were minimal: a few clothes and some toiletries. After organizing everything, she moved them all to the guest room at the corner of the second floor.

She planned to ask Sang Wu’s opinion once she woke up.

After all the fuss, it was past two o’clock by the time she lay down again. The little turtle on her face remained as shiny as ever, and the smudge of excrement between her eyebrows stood out particularly. Burrowing her face into the quilt, Song Ran drifted off into a hazy sleep.

The weather changed dramatically after noon, typical for autumn. Dark clouds quickly gathered outside, and a fine drizzle began to fall, as light as cowhair.

Song Ran rolled over and woke up. When she glanced at her phone, it was already four o’clock.

She ran her fingers through her hair, wondering how she’d slept for two hours.

After getting out of bed, she drew back the curtains to take in the view outside. In the distance, Clear Lake rippled as raindrops fell and were quickly absorbed by the water. A sudden gust of autumn wind sent the branches of a nearby willow tree swaying wildly.

Song Ran found the scene amusing, a smile playing in her eyes.

But the discomfort in her body was starting to bother her. She wanted to take a bath. There were no clothes in the guest room, and she couldn’t wear this outfit after bathing. After a moment’s thought, Song Ran knocked on the main bedroom door.

The door opened from the inside, revealing Sang Wu’s cool, alluring face—one glance could make anyone weak at the knees.

“Awake?” she asked with a smile.

Sang Wu didn’t respond, her gaze gradually moving upward. Their eyes met, and she was the first to look away.

“I brought your things up to the guest room. Considering I ran back and forth to do that, could I borrow the bathroom to take a bath?” She actually just wanted to grab some clothes and move her things, but when she suddenly met the beautiful kitten’s pretend-calm gaze, she couldn’t resist teasing her a little.

Faint traces of orange blossom fragrance lingered in the room. Sang Wu’s misty eyes gradually clouded with confusion, but the fleeting doubt vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She stood silently to one side, making room for Song Ran to enter.

The plan was working.

Song Ran stifled a chuckle. Her voice, low and magnetic, carried a unique charm, reminiscent of a cello’s rich timbre. The sudden sound of her laughter flushed Sang Wu’s ears, making her wonder if she’d been outwitted again.

“I’ll go take a shower first. You can move your things in now. I’ll transfer my stuff later.”

After creating some distance between them, Sang Wu turned and left without another word.

Seeing this, Song Ran’s smile widened. She picked out a set of pajamas from the built-in wardrobe, then headed into the bathroom. The guest room was still in disarray, and the bathtub was unusable. After running around all day, she just wanted to soak in a bath.

Rose petals floated on the water’s surface, and steam rose in thick curls. The delicate, peach-blossom eyes, usually reserved in expression, now glimmered with a rosy hue from the steam. Her chestnut curls hung damply over her shoulders, revealing her exquisite face in full, the water obscuring the rest.

Her pale left wrist rested lightly on the bathtub’s edge, while her right hand toyed with a red rose floating on the water.

She couldn’t help but wonder, If I go acting, what about Sang Wu?

The original book never mentioned Sang Wu’s occupation. All Song Ran knew was that Sang Wu had been confined to the house after marriage, and even Scum Alpha’s memories offered no clues.

Fair and smooth fingertips traced the outline of an orange blossom on the water’s surface.

I’ll ask Sang Wu what she thinks later, she thought.

Only when the water began to cool did Song Ran reluctantly rise from the bath. She slipped on her nightshirt, but paused when it came time to put on her pants.

She’d forgotten her underwear.

And the pair she’d just changed out of was already tossed into the laundry basket.

She couldn’t—she couldn’t just wear her pants without anything underneath, could she? Sighing helplessly, Song Ran called out, “Sang Wu!”

No response came from outside the bathroom.

Undeterred, she tried again, raising her voice. “Sang Wu, are you there?”

Silence reigned within the room.

Song Ran stared at the pants in her hands, feeling stuck. She cleared her throat and called louder, “Sang Wu, are you there? Your wife needs your help!”

A faint sound came from the bathroom’s glass door, and Sang Wu responded.

Song Ran opened the door, surprised and delighted, revealing her radiant face. She feigned sympathy. “Sang Wu, could you do me a favor?”

Cold air rushed in as Song Ran asked pitifully, “Could you grab me a pair of underwear? I forgot to bring one.”

A flicker of irritation flashed in the cool Omega’s eyes.

It was hard to tell if she was more annoyed or embarrassed. Sang Wu bit her lip and turned away.

The awkwardness lingered between them. Song Ran wheedled, “Please, Sang Wu? They’re in the small cabinet on the bottom right of the wardrobe. Just grab any pair.”

She was surprisingly good at coaxing Sang Wu, the type of person who was tough on the outside but soft-hearted underneath.

Ever since learning that morning that Sang Wu didn’t want to stay in the hospital because she was too soft-hearted, Song Ran felt… she felt Sang Wu was even cuter.

Just… just like a soft and beautiful golden retriever. When you approach, they pretend to be fierce, but deep down, they’re still that tough-talking, soft-hearted kid. Just coax them a little, offer them some fish treats, and bring out the cat wand, and they’ll inevitably come close to you.

She knew that Sang Wu, the little kitten, didn’t want fish treats or the like. Whatever Sang Wu wanted, she would give it to her.

Whether it was guilt or something else, at that moment, she was determined to treat Sang Wu well.

But the Omega, whom she saw as soft-hearted beneath her sharp words, ignored her plea and remained frozen in the doorway. Song Ran began to put on a show, keeping her voice light. “Sang Wu, please, I’m begging you! Just help me out this once. Look, I didn’t even wash off the little turtle you drew on me while I was bathing. I’m listening to you.”

Only then did Sang Wu’s expression shift slightly.

The fingers curled by her waist uncurled. As if making an excruciating decision, she turned and walked toward the wardrobe.

The built-in white wardrobe was spacious. She pulled open the bottom drawer on the right, revealing more than ten pairs of underwear in various colors and materials. After a pause, she quickly averted her gaze, grabbed one at random, and slammed the drawer shut.

The fabric she held burned against her fingertips, the heat quickly spreading to her ears.

She couldn’t help but wonder, What am I doing? Am I crazy?

Just as she was about to throw the garment down and storm out of the room, a woman’s voice drifted from the bathroom.

“Sang Wu, it’s a bit chilly in here. Did you find one yet? Just grab any one.”

Whether intentional or not, the woman’s voice was softer than usual, her words drawn out. As the sound reached Sang Wu’s ears, it sent a tingling sensation that quickly spread from her ears to her cheeks.

Sang Wu hurried to the bathroom door and tossed the garment inside.

Her movements were swift and decisive. Without a hint of lingering, she left the room, leaving Song Ran alone in the bathroom.

Holding the silk fabric, Song Ran’s lips curved into a smile.

The smile widened. So Sang Wu likes it like this, huh?

After moving their daily necessities and some clothes to the guest room, Song Ran went downstairs to prepare dinner. Passing by the closed master bedroom door, she glanced over and gently knocked. “Sang Wu, I’m going downstairs to cook dinner. Come down when you’re ready.”

No response.

Song Ran was used to this. She smiled and went downstairs to the kitchen, where she began preparing dinner.

Watching the machine chop the meat into uneven cubes, Song Ran shook her head. She picked up a knife and skillfully sliced the pork tenderloin into perfectly sized strips.

Based on her observations, Sang Wu seemed to prefer sweet dishes, so Song Ran decided to make sweet and sour pork for her. After marinating the strips, she heated oil in a pan.

When the oil was six parts hot, she immediately fried the meat briefly. When it reached nine parts hot, she fried it again.

The aroma of cooking filled the house. Sang Wu sat quietly on the sofa, her curiosity growing.

Had Song Ran ever cooked before?

Had she just not noticed, or… never mind. Even if Song Ran had known how to cook before, she would never have bothered to make anything for Sang Wu. What did she know?

About half an hour later, Song Ran brought out three dishes and a soup.

The table was set with chicken curry, sweet and sour pork, shredded potatoes with green peppers, and a soup of carp and kelp. The dishes looked appetizing, making one’s mouth water. Just like at lunchtime, Song Ran served Sang Wu rice and helped her plate the dishes. After everything was ready, she asked with a cheerful smile, “Try it and tell me what you think. Do you like it?”

Sang Wu sat to her side this time. Though she initially had no appetite, the sweet aroma of the sweet and sour pork permeated the air, and the earnest look on Song Ran’s face made her pick up the food on her plate, even if her expression remained cold.

“How is it?”

The sweetness danced on her tongue, and she gave a reserved nod.

Song Ran smiled. “Good. Then please eat more.”

The nod confirmed her observation. Sang Wu did indeed have a sweet tooth. As the old saying goes, those who love sweets have gentle natures—Sang Wu must be the same.

Thinking this, she gently asked, “Sang Wu, do you want to go back to work?”

The soft light of the chandelier traced the contours of Sang Wu’s features. She glanced sideways and, after a rare moment of hesitation, replied softly, “Yes.”

Song Ran resisted the urge to pet the beautiful kitten and asked softly, “Can you tell me what your previous occupation was?”

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