Her Little Mute Omega [Rebirth] - Chapter 1

Behind the desk in the Lu Group CEO’s office sat a woman with a stern expression.

Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, radiating a snow-like coldness. Her flawless face remained expressionless, her entire being exuding the aura of an S-Class Alpha.

The vast office was filled with the scent of lime, not pungent but intensely aggressive and oppressive.

Any Omega present would inevitably succumb to confusion and infatuation.

The woman paid no heed to her leaking pheromones. She glanced at the time on her computer screen, her beautiful eyes instantly turning icy.

Who dared to set my computer’s time back to two years ago?

As she mentally searched for suspects, a sudden, piercing headache struck, forcing her to press her fingers against her temples.

A flood of fragmented memories surged through her mind, jolting her newly awakened consciousness into sharper focus.

She remembered collapsing in her bedroom, yet she had woken up in the office. The intervening events remained a complete blank.

After massaging her temples for a moment, she reached for a document beside her. When she saw the signature “Lu Chan” and the date, her pupils constricted sharply.

The signature was her name, but why was the date two years ago?

Lu Chan’s heart jolted. Her eyes narrowed, and her expression turned grave.

After a moment’s pause, she frantically flipped through the other documents, skimming them rapidly before tossing them aside.

Though her stern face maintained a veneer of composure, her actions had lost their usual calm and steadiness.

Soon, the floor was littered with documents, many detailing collaborations with major corporations.

Every document bore a date two years prior, matching the date displayed on her computer.

Lu Chan braced her hands on the desk, her sharp gaze turning blank. After a moment of silence, she suddenly burst into laughter.

Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, dripping onto the deep crimson, high-end office desk and coalescing into a glistening teardrop.

This mixture of laughter and tears made her appear deranged, yet she was perfectly lucid.

She rarely lost control like this. The last time she had been so emotionally overwhelmed was when her wife, Mu Jin, passed away.

Now, she had returned to two years ago, before she was married.

This meant her wife was still alive. She no longer had to endure the agony of being separated by death.

At this realization, Lu Chan’s heart clenched painfully, yet surged with overwhelming joy.

A wild grin stretched across her face. After a moment of standing still, she regained her composure, fully accepting the reality of her rebirth.

Lu Chan sat down, pulled out her phone, and searched for “wife” in her contacts, eager to pour out a year’s worth of longing.

When the search yielded no results, she frowned in confusion before a sudden realization dawned on her, and she chuckled softly.

At this point in time, she and Mu Jin were barely acquainted, their interactions limited to a few fleeting encounters.

Mu Jin’s family owned a dessert shop, from which Lu Chan occasionally ordered afternoon tea, always having it delivered to the reception desk.

Only on rare occasions had she happened to run into Mu Jin outside the shop.

Lu Chan’s lips curved into a gentle smile, a faint tenderness softening her usually cold and composed gaze.

The mere thought of Mu Jin filled her heart with an irrepressible joy.

In her previous life, she had carried too many regrets. This time, she vowed to rectify them all.

Lu Chan summoned her secretary, Wen Rou, to tidy up the office while she went to the lounge to order afternoon tea.

Sitting upright on the sofa, Lu Chan carefully scrolled through the dazzling array of options on her phone, finally selecting a matcha mousse.

In just two minutes, she had placed her order.

“Can Mu’s Sweets specify delivery personnel?” Lu Chan asked, clutching her phone and standing by the door with a solemn expression.

The simple question, when spoken by her, carried the weight of a major corporate decision.

Wen Rou froze, feeling the overwhelming presence of the S-Class Alpha. She quickly regained her composure and replied earnestly, “President Lu, at Mu’s Sweets, orders exceeding thirty items can specify a delivery person. Would you like afternoon tea? I can place the order for you.”

“No need,” Lu Chan replied coldly, closing the door and resuming her order.

She added thirty more of the matcha mousse she had already ordered. Only when she reached the payment page did she realize Mu’s Sweets had three delivery personnel, but Mu Jin’s name wasn’t on the list.

Such a minor oversight would have been unacceptable in her past work and life.

Lu Chan pondered with a calm gaze before ultimately paying without specifying a delivery person.

Even if Mu Jin didn’t come, it wouldn’t matter. She had plenty of time to rebuild this marriage.

Or perhaps, “relationship” would be a more appropriate term for now.

Five kilometers east of the Lu Corporation Building lay a bustling commercial street, where numerous shops had set up shop, drawing large crowds.

The area teemed with foot traffic daily, remaining lively even at night.

At a glance, each store boasted a distinct architectural style, but one dessert shop stood out particularly.

Pale green and light yellow hues intertwined on the walls, exuding a youthful and vibrant atmosphere.

A wooden plaque hung above the entrance, boldly carved with the characters “Mu’s Sweets.”

Zooming in, several display cases lined the interior, showcasing desserts of various shapes and colors, each appearing remarkably fresh.

“Sister Yan, a customer ordered thirty-one matcha mousse, but we only have twelve left. We won’t have time to make more,” a staff member reported.

The woman addressed as “Sister Yan” was the shop manager, a Beta in her early forties.

Just as she was about to respond, she noticed a young woman approaching from a distance.

Judging by her youthful appearance, the girl was around twenty years old. She pressed a slender hand to her forehead, her delicate brows furrowed tightly, as if in discomfort.

“Xiao Jin, you’ve only just recovered from your cold. You shouldn’t be out helping. Go rest,” the manager said gently, her expression softening.

“Mom, I’m feeling much better now,” the girl suddenly said, her eyes lighting up as she rushed over to hug the woman, a playful smile spreading across her face.

Oddly, the voice didn’t come from her mouth but from a small cube hanging around her neck.

“You’re twenty-one already, why are you still so clingy?” The woman patted the girl’s head, her weathered face softening with helpless affection.

“Mom, I’m all better now. I can help,” the girl said, her fingers flying across the cube’s surface, typing out a message.

After pressing the confirm button, a sweet voice filled the air.

She could complete this entire sequence in just two or three seconds, without even glancing at the cube’s keyboard.

As she spoke, the girl walked to the cashier’s counter and froze when she saw the recipient’s name on the thirty-portion dessert order.

“Xiao Jin, what’s wrong?” the woman asked anxiously, her eyes filled with concern.

“I’m fine. I’ll deliver this order,” the girl replied, lifting her head with a radiant smile.

Perhaps it was the lighting, but her eyes seemed to sparkle with an extraordinary brilliance.

The woman opened her mouth to protest, but the girl was already dialing the recipient’s number.

The face that had been pale and listless from illness now bloomed with unparalleled joy and delight, as if reborn from a long illness.

Lu Chan sat at her desk, her eyes fixed on the computer screen with feigned concentration. In reality, she kept glancing at her phone every few moments, checking the status of her afternoon tea order.

In just three minutes, she had checked it at least ten times.

Suddenly, her phone rang. The caller ID displayed an unfamiliar number.

Lu Chan’s anxious heart tightened instantly. She answered quickly, deliberately lowering her voice to suppress her inner excitement, and spoke in a calm tone, “Hello, who’s calling?”

“Hello, Miss Lu. This is Mu’s Sweets. You ordered thirty-one matcha mousse cakes. We currently have twelve in stock. Would you like the remaining nineteen replaced with other flavors?” A sweet, slightly unnatural female voice came from the other end of the line, its tone almost mechanical.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of joy flashed in Lu Chan’s eyes. She immediately recognized the caller’s identity.

It was her wife, Mu Jin.

Mu Jin had lost her voice in an accident as a child and had relied on electronic devices to communicate for years.

However, this voice sounded slightly different from what Lu Chan remembered—more lively and cheerful.

After a year of silence, hearing that almost human-like electronic voice again brought tears to her eyes. She took a deep breath and said, “Okay, thank you.”

“Thank you for your understanding, Miss Lu. I’ll have it delivered to you in twenty minutes. What flavor would you like?” The voice paused for a few seconds before continuing.

Lu Chan was overjoyed, but her icy expression barely changed, only the slight upturn of her lips betraying her good mood.

After a moment of contemplation, she said in a low voice, “Anything is fine.”

“Understood. Please wait patiently.”

Lu Chan reluctantly hung up, wanting to call back and chat for a few more minutes, but she stopped her finger just as she was about to dial.

Mu Jin at this point didn’t know her well. She couldn’t treat her the way she had during their marriage, or she risked being seen as a scheming lecher.

Though she desperately wanted to hold her wife close, kiss her fiercely, and bite her scent gland, she had to restrain herself.

At this time, Mu Jin hadn’t yet differentiated and was still just an ordinary person.

Most people begin to differentiate around the age of eighteen, becoming either Alpha, Omega, or Beta.

In the general population, Betas make up the vast majority, followed by Alphas.

Omegas are the rarest, making them the focus of national and societal protection.

It was exceedingly rare for someone like her wife, who was twenty-one, to remain undifferentiated.

However, she knew that Mu Jin would soon differentiate into a rare S-Class Omega.

She had to keep a close eye on her wife and ensure no one else could snatch her away.

Lu Chan’s eyes narrowed, her already aloof features darkening with a hint of grimness, making her appear even more cold and ruthless.

Clutching her phone, she stared incessantly at the order, completely unable to focus on work.

Twenty minutes was just the length of a morning meeting, but to Lu Chan, it felt like an eternity.

Finally, her phone displayed the order as delivered, and the front desk announced the arrival of afternoon tea.

Lu Chan hastily grabbed the mirror from her drawer, meticulously checking her makeup and attire.

Just as she set the mirror down, the office door swung open.