Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 8

In the distance, the rain-soaked sky glowed with vibrant hues of sunset, the damp light cascading across the lake’s surface and dyeing it a soft golden hue.

“Can you tell me what your previous occupation was?”

The question echoed in her mind, stirring memories she had deeply buried.

Sang Wu drifted into thought, wondering, What was my occupation? Or rather, what was I planning to do for a living back then?

She grew up in the slums of West City, a place that couldn’t be simply described as dirty, chaotic, or rundown. The stench of filth and the sound of coarse curses filled her daily life.

So, she threw herself into her studies from a young age, determined to escape through education. She refused to marry early and spend her life trapped there, living a bleak existence devoid of hope. Her college entrance exam scores were good enough to get her into a top university, but her parents refused to let her continue her education. As a girl and an Omega, they didn’t want to send her away.

She had been researching schools and dreaming about which one to attend when her family coldly informed her that she would be working at a small hotel in the southeast corner instead of going to university. She couldn’t describe how she felt at that moment—their indifferent gazes and dismissive words were the final straw that broke her.

Instead of breaking down in tears, she did everything she could to contact her teacher.

She had heard that North City had a normal university where tuition, accommodation, and even food were free. That was her only lifeline now. She wanted to go there, where she wouldn’t cost her family another penny.

Her teacher, deeply committed to her students, rushed over to her house after learning about her situation to discuss it with her parents.

In the end, her parents agreed.

The condition was— they wouldn’t give her a single penny, and she had to send 2,000 yuan back home every month.

She accepted.

The four years of university were tough, but she managed to get through them. Just before graduation, a staff member from a film crew filming on campus stumbled upon her. They happened to be recruiting extras at the time.

The pay was good—200 yuan per scene. At the time, she was still short of money to send home, so she agreed to join.

Although she was just an extra, after three scenes, the director handed her his business card and asked if she wanted to enter the acting industry. He thought she had talent and should try this path.

That night, she examined the business card for a long time under the moonlight.

It was the first time in four years that she remembered the dream that had quietly sprouted when she was filling out her college application. But before she could act on it, the Sang family brought her home, and she ended up marrying the Alpha before her.

“Sang Wu?” The person beside her was lost in thought and hadn’t responded for a long time. Song Ran couldn’t help but say, “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay too.”

The person before her brought Song Ran back to the present.

Sang Wu seemed lost in thought, chewing her potato shreds slowly. From Song Ran’s perspective, she could only see the porcelain-white cheeks, the cheeks puffed out as she chewed, and eyelashes curled like crow feathers.

Seems… seems a little too cute.

She clicked her tongue inwardly, comparing the beautiful kitten before her to a Persian cat.

Are Persian cats really this cute?

Why does she remember her assistant’s Persian cat not being as cute as this one?

“Sang Wu.” Just as Song Ran thought the person before her wouldn’t answer, Sang Wu lifted her gaze, her expression cool and detached. “No.”

The kitten, as if afraid she wouldn’t understand, added in a soft voice, “Before I married you, I didn’t have a job.” With that, she resumed her aloof demeanor, the slight hesitation in her eyes vanishing.

But Song Ran had caught it. She saw it clearly.

Suppressing a smile, she asked deliberately, “Ah, really?”

Sang Wu fell silent.

As the silence stretched between them, her smooth black hair draped over her face, obscuring half of it. She lowered her gaze, a hint of irritation flickering in her eyes.

Is… is she possessed by something?

She clearly didn’t want to answer Song Ran.

Noticing the serving chopsticks had placed two pieces of sweet and sour pork at the bottom of her bowl, she looked up and met Song Ran’s earnest gaze. “Not having a job isn’t something to be ashamed of. Why are you hanging your head? Sang Wu, you’re still so young. If you want to do something, I’ll support you.”

Ashamed?

The flicker of irritation in her eyes ignited into a flame, its glow brighter than the sunset outside the window.

Her pale ears flushed pink. She lifted her head, her expression cold as she explained, “I’m not ashamed.”

“Right, I’m the one who should be ashamed,” Song Ran agreed easily. “Look, I’ve been idle for my entire twenty-five years. I got into third-rate universities abroad just by throwing money around. You, on the other hand, are undoubtedly more accomplished than I am.”

“What are you trying to say?” Sang Wu asked.

The kitten had relaxed its guard, all because of her.

Realizing this, Song Ran felt a surge of delight. She couldn’t quite put her finger on her mood, but if pressed, she’d say she desperately wanted to grab a cat toy and tease Sang Wu, just to see how she’d react.

How would she react?

Would she instinctively draw closer, or bite in embarrassed anger?

Either way, it would be utterly adorable.

Song Ran let out a stifled laugh. She was wearing a Klein blue pajama set, but the top buttons were undone, leaving two unfastened. As she laughed, her delicate collarbones shone even more strikingly.

Sang Wu forced herself to look away, trying to feign calm. Just as she was about to tell Song Ran to button her shirt, she swallowed the words.

What does this have to do with me?

Song Ran… probably dresses like this outside too.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened as she repeatedly reminded herself silently: Sang Wu, don’t overstep. Don’t interfere.

“Sang Wu,” Song Ran said, stopping her laughter. She propped her right cheek in her hand, a few stray strands of hair gently falling across her face. With a bright smile, she continued, “I’m not trying to make a point. I just want to tell you… you’re amazing to me. So, you don’t need to feel inferior or give up on yourself.”

Sang Wu felt her throat stick with a syrupy sweetness, unable to speak.

For the past twenty-two years, she had daydreamed countless times about a day when someone who understood her might offer her comfort.

Whenever she faced waves of cruel words and was about to crumble…

Whenever she struggled to endure the agonizing early morning hours, teetering on the brink of collapse,

she had always hoped someone would appear beside her lonely figure, telling her she would get through it, that she mustn’t give up.

But no one ever came.

Just as she had tried in vain to win her parents’ affection, no one had ever tried to comfort her.

Now, however, the woman who had once hurt her, who had even taken pleasure in tormenting her, was earnestly telling her: “You don’t need to feel inferior, and you mustn’t give up.”

Mist seemed to gather in Sang Wu’s bright, almond-shaped eyes, and her furrowed brows suddenly smoothed.

After a long pause, she murmured, “Mm.”

This time, Song Ran couldn’t resist the urge to gently stroke the kitten’s head. Her voice was impossibly tender as she whispered, “Our little Sang Wu is the best.”

Even growing in the mud, she was still capable of blooming gracefully.

Moreover, for such a soft and sensitive girl to later send Scum Alpha to prison—what immense courage that must have taken.

So, to be honest, this little kitten Sang Wu was truly remarkable.

Just as the atmosphere reached its most tender, Sang Wu suddenly tilted her head.

The pale, delicate skin behind Sang Wu’s black hair flushed crimson. She stiffly turned her face away, silently resisting Song Ran’s attempts at closeness.

Unfazed, Song Ran realized she might have moved too quickly. She poured a bowl of carp and kelp soup for the little kitten named Orange Blossom and said warmly, “Drink plenty of soup. I made it just for you.”

The milky-white soup, rich in flavor and nutritional value, was garnished with a few chopped scallions. After staring at it for a long moment, Sang Wu obediently finished the entire bowl.

Throughout dinner, Song Ran barely touched her food, her attention focused on Sang Wu. After watching the girl finish eating, she tidied her slightly messy hair and cleared the dishes.

The last rays of twilight faded, leaving the sky dark and threatening rain.

Noticing the bandages wrapped around Sang Wu’s hand, Song Ran asked gently, “Are you planning to bathe tonight?”

Sang Wu tensed, remaining silent.

“I don’t mean anything by it,” Song Ran explained tactfully. “It’s just that with your injury, bathing might be a bit tricky. The bandages can’t be removed yet while it’s healing.”

The irritation in her ears flared up again.

Sang Wu couldn’t help but wonder, Was Song Ran always this talkative?

Seeing her silence, Song Ran couldn’t resist teasing her further. “If you really can’t resist, there are other ways.”

Sang Wu turned to face her, her almond-shaped eyes stern, her crimson lips pressed slightly together.

“Sang Wu, we’re legally bound,” Song Ran said, a perfect smile playing on her lips. Outside, dark clouds loomed, while tuberose blossomed silently in her heart. Her voice was as delicate as orchid fragrance. “I hate owing people favors. You helped me fetch things during the bath, so in exchange, why not—”

The doorbell suddenly rang, shattering the room’s intimate atmosphere.

Sang Wu sprang back as if fleeing a flood, immediately putting distance between them and perching on the far right edge of the sofa.

Song Ran sighed inwardly, fastened the collar of her nightgown, and rose to answer the door.

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