Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 9

The moment the villa door opened, a humid, steamy blast of air rushed in, carrying the scent of rain. Song Ran finally saw the visitor.

Cheng Yuting stood outside, her sweetly made-up face framed by a pure white, flouncy skirt. She let out a drunken burp and instinctively tried to embrace Song Ran. “Ran.”

Song Ran stepped back, narrowly avoiding Cheng Yuting’s grab. Her eyes were unfocused from intoxication, yet she immediately squeezed into the villa, whining, “Ran, you weren’t here for the drinking tonight. It was so boring! Did you know they bullied me during Truth or Dare?”

Song Ran replied calmly, “Cheng Yuting, you’re drunk.”

Drunk people never believe they’re drunk, and Cheng Yuting was no exception. Tears welled in her eyes as she whimpered pitifully, “I’m not drunk, Ran. You weren’t always like this.”

Song Ran’s brow twitched, and she instinctively glanced at Sang Wu’s reaction.

The Omega on the sofa watched their confrontation with an impassive expression, her misty eyes clear and unreadable.

Noticing Song Ran’s glance, Cheng Yuting turned and met Sang Wu’s gaze, her face twisting in disgust. “Ran, what is she doing here? Why did you let her sit on the sofa? She’s filthy!”

Sang Wu remained seated, ignoring the outburst. But Cheng Yuting strode over, trying to pull her off the sofa. “Do you know? Every time I see you, the air reeks. Slum dwellers all smell, but you stink worse than all of them.”

The insults grew increasingly vicious, making Song Ran’s brow furrow deeper. Unable to bear it any longer, she quickly stepped between the two, intending to shield Sang Wu behind her.

But Sang Wu moved faster. She rose gracefully, walked past both women, and headed upstairs. As she passed the display table, her step faltered, causing a vase to teeter and crash to the floor with a sharp crash.

The sudden, sharp sound pierced the silence of the vast living room, striking a nerve in Cheng Yuting. The turquoise and azure fragments of the shattered vase lay scattered across the floor. Her gaze locked onto the broken pieces, and the haze of intoxication vanished completely from her eyes.

That vase… It was the painstakingly prepared birthday gift she had given Song Ran the previous year, hoping to win her favor.

Blinded by fury, Cheng Yuting shoved Song Ran aside and lunged at Sang Wu. Standing half a head taller than Sang Wu, she loomed over her, her eyes burning with loathing as she stared at Sang Wu’s delicate, beautiful face.

Without warning, she raised her hand and swung it with all her might, aiming to strike Sang Wu across the face.

The situation changed in an instant. Before Cheng Yuting could even touch Sang Wu, Song Ran caught her wrist with one hand.

Her pretty face froze in surprise. Once she realized what had happened, she pouted and complained to Song Ran, “Ran, have you forgotten? That vase was my birthday gift to you last year—it’s super expensive. You couldn’t even buy half a fragment of it even if you sold this woman.”

As she spoke, Cheng Yuting playfully leaned toward Song Ran, seeking her comfort. But before she could touch her, Song Ran abruptly released her hand and pulled back, her usually warm, affectionate eyes now cold. “Ms. Cheng,” she said, “the Omega standing beside me is my wife, the woman I intend to spend my life with. You’ve repeatedly insulted her. Before you leave my home, apologize to her.”

Hearing this, Sang Wu, who had been shielded behind Song Ran, glanced up briefly, a flicker of surprise in her eyes before she lowered her head again as usual.

The rain outside intensified, seeping in through the slightly ajar window at the corner.

Cheng Yuting stared in disbelief at the tall, beautiful Alpha before her, stammering, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Apologize to my wife,” Song Ran said, stepping back slightly and casually draping an arm around Sang Wu’s shoulders. The gesture, though relaxed, radiated a clear claim of ownership. “One minute. After that, I’ll call the police for disturbing the peace.”

Cheng Yuting’s lips trembled. “Ran, you weren’t like this before,” she protested. “You clearly said she was just—”

“Forty seconds,” Song Ran said expressionlessly. “And I’m married, so please use a different form of address.”

Mist filled Sang Wu’s clear almond eyes as she stared at their overlapping feet, lost in thought.

“Thirty seconds.”

Time seemed to speed up. Cheng Yuting clenched her fingers, her eyes reddening. “I’m sorry.”

Her voice was thick with sobs, but carried no genuine remorse. “I shouldn’t have said those things about you. I’m sorry. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Sang Wu suddenly looked up. She didn’t say whether she forgave or didn’t forgive; she simply stared silently at Cheng Yuting.

As a fine mist of rain began to fall, Song Ran released her grip, turned, and closed the window.

After all, Cheng Yuting is just a girl, Song Ran thought. And according to the original book, she’s actually one of the more normal ones among that crowd of spoiled brats. With this in mind, Song Ran decided not to press the matter further.

“Do you accept her apology?” Song Ran asked.

After a long pause, Sang Wu nodded slightly. Seeing this, Song Ran continued, “Go back now. There’s an umbrella outside the door. If you can’t drive after drinking, the driver at Tinggang can take you home.”

“Ran…”

Song Ran interrupted her. “Ms. Cheng, please watch your tone.”

The white, puffed skirt seemed to fade away at a speed imperceptible to the eye, mirroring the woman wearing it. Cheng Yuting nodded softly. “Goodbye.”

With that, she sidestepped the two women and walked straight out of the villa.

The rain and wind drenched her curled hair and smudged her makeup, but she walked into the stormy night without noticing, her mind consumed by the image of Song Ran protecting Sang Wu.

The drama had come to an end. The door closed again, shutting out the last traces of autumn.

At the corner, the height difference between the two women was striking. Song Ran leaned down slightly, carefully studying Sang Wu’s expression. “Didn’t scare you, did I?”

The shimmering light of the natural light chandelier reflected in Sang Wu’s almond-shaped eyes, making them sparkle beautifully.

She shook her head.

“Sang Wu, don’t listen to her,” Song Ran said earnestly, gazing intently at her. “Those words are just echoes of the old Song Ran, the despicable person she used to be. The current Song Ran doesn’t want to be despicable anymore. She listens to you completely.”

She listens to you completely.

If you just take the initiative to approach her, she would willingly place the most precious fish jerky in the world before you.

After a long silence, with the Omega still not responding, Song Ran was about to take Sang Wu upstairs when the latter suddenly asked in a cold voice, “Then why did you wash off the little turtle?”

Listening closely, Song Ran detected a peculiar undertone in Sang Wu’s voice.

She chuckled softly and replied, “Because I need to look presentable.” Noticing the Omega’s slightly unfocused gaze, she quickly added, “If it bothers you, you can draw it back now, and I’ll sleep with it on.”

Sang Wu stared expressionlessly back at her.

“Hmm?” Song Ran leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Do you want me to?”

Perhaps because of the overwhelming cheerfulness in Song Ran’s eyes, combined with the sudden shift in tonight’s atmosphere, Sang Wu found herself unusually hesitant.

Seeing this, Song Ran decided to answer for her. “Let’s give it a pass tonight, sweetie.” She looped an arm around Sang Wu’s shoulders and began walking upstairs. “We have more important things to do upstairs.”

Unaccustomed to being touched, Sang Wu immediately pulled away. Her ears burned so intensely she felt slightly dazed. When she spoke again, her usually cool voice carried a hint of embarrassed anger. “Don’t…”

“Okay, okay, okay.” As they continued upstairs, Song Ran kept an eye on the Omega beside her. She couldn’t help thinking that even a kitten when angry was still so adorable—she wanted to scoop her up and cuddle her.

After quickly cleaning up the flower vase fragments and going upstairs, Song Ran followed Sang Wu into the master bedroom.

The master bedroom was not only spacious, but also well-lit and offered a scenic view. She effortlessly retrieved the first aid kit and Sang Wu’s medication for the night, smiling. “Sang Wu, you haven’t completed your task for today.”

Sang Wu took the few unevenly colored pills and swallowed them obediently.

How well-behaved.

Song Ran studied her with keen interest, the itch in her palms growing stronger.

She said, “We’ll change your dressing tonight. If it’s scabbed over, you might be able to take a bath.”

Sang Wu remained silent.

Perhaps because Sang Wu had been so obedient just now, Song Ran couldn’t resist teasing her. “Sang Wu, are you a mute glass cat?”

“N-no.”

“Oh.” Song Ran gently unwrapped the gauze. “Then why don’t you talk to your sister? Or do you only talk when you get fish treats?”

“S-Song Ran.” The usually composed Sang Wu paused for a breath. “I can talk.”

The two palm abrasions weren’t large, and a thin scab had already formed after a day, though the skin was still red.

Song Ran looked up at her. “It seems like you can bathe, but also like you shouldn’t.”

“You can.”

Remembering that Sang Wu hadn’t bathed for two or three days, Song Ran relented. “Alright, but try to be careful. A quick shower is fine, but no soaking baths.”

“Mm.”

Sang Wu got up to fetch her change of clothes.

Her clothes were few, easily fitting into a single drawer.

After gathering her things, she stood up to go into the bathroom, only to notice the person sitting on the sofa seemed to have no intention of leaving.

“It’s alright, take your time. I’ll wait here and change your bandages when you’re done,” Song Ran said, a smile playing on her lips.

Sang Wu didn’t respond, withdrawing her gaze and entering the bathroom.

A light scent of orange blossom lingered in the air, refreshing and pleasant.

Song Ran lowered her gaze, using her phone to transfer the money for the vase to Cheng Yuting, then took the opportunity to clear her contact list.

Just as she was considering whether to apply online to form an operations team or visit Songye Entertainment in person, a noise came from the bathroom.

It sounded like something heavy falling to the ground, followed by a series of clattering sounds from bottles and jars.

Her phone slipped from her fingers. Fear outrunning reason, Song Ran quickly stood and rushed to the bathroom.

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