Her Little Mute Omega [Rebirth] - Chapter 10

The drive to Mu’s Sweets Shop took only twenty minutes.

Lu Chan glanced back and noticed the redness on Mu Jin’s face had faded, and the cold drink was nearly finished.

Mu Jin, noticing Lu Chan’s gaze, tilted her head slightly and flashed a charming smile. “Thank you, Sister Chan.”

Lu Chan’s heart skipped a beat. She had to restrain herself from leaning over and hugging the adorable figure.

She got out of the car and walked around to open the back door.

Ye Xian’s eyes flickered with surprise at this gesture. When riding with Lu Chan before, she had never received such treatment.

“Thank you,” Mu Jin said, her small face flushed with happiness.

Yan Zhu, who had been watching from inside the shop, immediately came out.

Her gaze landed on Lu Chan, and she offered a polite smile. “Thank you, President Lu, for bringing Xiao Jin home.”

Turning to Mu Jin, her tone shifted to half-reproachful, half-admonishing. “Xiao Jin, you mustn’t trouble President Lu again.”

Mu Jin’s smile gradually faded. She nodded sullenly, lowered her head, and hurried inside.

Seeing this, Ye Xian smiled warmly and looped her arm through Yan Zhu’s, coaxing her playfully. “Xiao Zhuzhu, don’t be so strict. Xiao Jin is such a well-behaved girl—she’s no trouble at all. Right, Lu Chan?”

Lu Chan nodded in agreement, then added, “Hello, Aunt Yan.”

“See? Lu Chan isn’t saying anything, so don’t blame Xiao Jin,” Ye Xian said, her smile widening as she leaned affectionately against Yan Zhu. “Lu Chan has never had friends since she was little. It’s rare for her to get along so well with Xiao Jin. Let the two girls spend more time together—they can look out for each other in the future.”

Yan Zhu’s face showed hesitation as she glanced back at Lu Chan.

Lu Chan stiffened slightly, then immediately nodded, a hint of respect visible in her usually cold expression.

In the past, Mu Jin’s mother had never particularly liked her. During their few encounters, they had exchanged little more than polite formalities. After Mu Jin’s accident, Yan Zhu’s resentment toward Lu Chan had deepened, and she refused to see her again. Lu Chan still felt a degree of apprehension toward her mother-in-law.

Following the two women into the house, Lu Chan scanned the room but didn’t spot Mu Jin. Several Betas were scattered around, each engrossed in their phones, not even looking up at the sound of their voices.

“Chanchan, come sit here,” Ye Xian called out with a smile, settling into her usual spot.

Lu Chan glanced deeper into the house but still couldn’t find Mu Jin. She reluctantly withdrew her gaze and sat down across from Ye Xian.

Mu Jin changed her clothes and prepared to leave to make desserts.

As she opened the door, she saw Yan Zhu standing outside.

Startled, Mu Jin patted her chest and smiled. “Mom, is there something you need?”

“Nothing much,” Yan Zhu replied, her expression serious. “The shop isn’t busy today, so you don’t need to help. Just stay in your room and study for the graduate school entrance exam.”

Hearing this, Mu Jin lowered her gaze and gently bit her lip.

Noticing her reluctance, Yan Zhu stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

After a moment of silence, she sighed, her expression growing solemn. “Xiao Jin,” she said earnestly, “we’re just ordinary people. We should live ordinary lives. Don’t get too involved with those wealthy families.”

Mu Jin didn’t reply, her hands clenching tightly around her electronic device. After a pause, she suddenly looked up, meeting Yan Zhu’s gaze fearlessly. “Mom, I ran into Duan Qianrou today.”

Yan Zhu froze, her mouth opening as if to speak, but she quickly suppressed the words.

“Miss Lu helped me when she was causing trouble,” Mu Jin continued typing, her round face flushed with anger.

“Are you okay?” Yan Zhu asked anxiously, quickly scanning Mu Jin from head to toe.

Mu Jin shook her head.

Though furious, she decided not to reveal the details to avoid worrying her mother.

“Good to hear you’re alright. Focus on your studies,” Yan Zhu said with a sigh of relief.

Mu Jin didn’t move, her bright eyes fixed intently on Yan Zhu. “Mom,” she said solemnly, “I know some things. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

“What could you possibly know, child?” Yan Zhu’s eyes flickered nervously as she avoided Mu Jin’s gaze, wiping her hands quickly on her apron. “I need to get back to work.”

“I’m coming too,” Mu Jin declared, immediately following Yan Zhu and clinging tightly to her arm, her expression resolute.

It was clear: if Yan Zhu refused to let her come, Mu Jin would reveal everything she knew.

Yan Zhu sighed inwardly and reluctantly agreed.

Ye Xian ordered a table laden with desserts and cheerfully invited Lu Chan to join her.

Lu Chan glanced at the spread before turning away, her icy expression clearly conveying her refusal.

“You often order afternoon tea from this shop,” Ye Xian said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Why aren’t you eating a single bite now that you’re here in person?”

“I’m not hungry,” Lu Chan replied curtly, her sharp gaze fixed on a distant point.

She only ordered afternoon tea to catch a glimpse of Mu Jin, not because she genuinely enjoyed the sweets.

If she were being honest, she only wanted to taste desserts made by Mu Jin’s own hands.

After their marriage, Mu Jin frequently prepared a variety of small treats for her. Though she hadn’t been particularly fond of sweets before, she gradually succumbed to Mu Jin’s culinary skill.

Lu Chan sat upright, her lips curving into a subtle smile as she spotted a familiar figure entering her field of vision.

The smile was so slight that Ye Xian, sitting across from her, didn’t notice it. Yet she could sense that Lu Chan was in good spirits.

Or rather, Lu Chan had been in good spirits all day.

“Chanchan, Xiao Jin must be at the counter preparing a new flavor of dessert just for you,” Ye Xian teased, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Is that so?” Lu Chan raised an eyebrow slightly, a surge of joy bubbling within her, though her expression remained cool and detached.

Ye Xian couldn’t decipher whether that impassive face reflected happiness or disdain. She often struggled to grasp Lu Chan’s true emotions, hidden beneath her aloof demeanor.

Since childhood, Lu Chan had been raised by her father as his heir, their days so packed with training that they rarely saw each other. Even when they did meet, Lu Chan would only address her formally as “Mom,” never showing affection or seeking comfort.

After her father’s passing, the old patriarch immediately took over Lu Chan’s upbringing, intensifying the rigorous training regimen. Ye Xian frequently noticed bruises on Lu Chan’s body from the grueling exercises, yet Lu Chan never complained, greeting her with the same cold “Mom” as always.

They were mother and daughter, the closest of kin, yet their relationship resembled that of strangers.

Ye Xian sighed inwardly as she saw Mu Jin approaching. Smiling, she asked, “Xiao Jin, did you make this especially for Sister Chan?”

Mu Jin’s face flushed crimson. Suppressing her shyness, she nodded, set down the dessert, and said, “Thank you for your help today, Sister Chan.”

“You’re welcome,” Lu Chan replied coolly, picking up a spoon to take a bite.

Lu Chan glanced sideways and caught Mu Jin’s anxious expression.

Those dark, lustrous eyes reflected her image clearly, as if they could hold nothing but her alone.

Lu Chan’s heart skipped a beat, a familiar sensation washing over her.

Many mornings, when Mu Jin saw her off, she had worn this same look.

Though never with such vibrant cheerfulness.

Lu Chan’s eyes flickered, suppressing the strange feeling. She curved her lips into a smile and said, “It’s very good.”

“I’m so glad you like it, Sister Chan!” Mu Jin’s relief was palpable as she beamed, her white teeth flashing between her upturned lips. “I need to get back to work now.”

Lu Chan felt an almost overwhelming urge to take a bite of her. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around her spoon as she murmured a faint acknowledgment.

“Chanchan is so lucky,” Ye Xian teased with a smile. “Getting to taste Xiao Jin’s handmade sweets right away.”

Lu Chan ignored her, elegantly finished her dessert, wiped her lips, and rose to approach the cashier.

Yan Zhu was busy when a shadow fell over her. She looked up in surprise. “Miss Lu, is there something I can help you with?”

“Aunt Yan, Xiao Jin is my mother’s goddaughter. If she ever faces any difficulties, please tell her to come to me,” Lu Chan said earnestly, handing over a business card. Her palm was slightly damp with sweat.

“President Lu, there’s no need for you to trouble yourself. My daughter and I can handle our own affairs,” Yan Zhu said with a smile, politely declining. Noticing Mu Jin staring eagerly in their direction, she turned to her daughter and said sternly, “Go check if they need help in the back.”

Mu Jin puffed out her cheeks, clearly reluctant.

Under Yan Zhu’s increasingly stern gaze, she reluctantly retreated.

Lu Chan’s heart pounded nervously.

Even when negotiating with the most formidable business rivals, she had never felt such anxiety.

Yan Zhu didn’t take the business card, and Lu Chan didn’t retrieve it.

An awkward silence hung in the air.

Seeing Lu Chan standing stiffly at the cash register, unable to advance or retreat, Ye Xian casually rose, plucked the card between her fingers, waved it playfully, and said with a sly grin, “Xiao Zhuzhu, if you won’t take it, I’ll let Xiao Jin keep it.”

Yan Zhu glanced at the card, her expression cold and resolute, and finally accepted it.

Lu Chan exhaled slightly in relief and nodded to Yan Zhu. “Aunt Yan, I’ll be going now. I’ll visit your shop again soon.”

“President Lu is a busy woman. Ordering takeout will suffice,” Yan Zhu replied politely, her tone still distant.

Lu Chan paused, considered for a moment, then turned and walked out.

As soon as she settled into her car, Lu Chan immediately cranked the air conditioning to its lowest setting.

Then she wiped the fine sweat from her palms.

Just as she finished, someone knocked on the car window.

Lu Chan turned her head and saw Mu Jin’s smiling face, magnified by the car window.

Her heart skipped a beat. She rolled down the window, maintaining a cool expression, and asked, “Xiao Jin, how long have you been standing outside?”

Mu Jin shook her head and typed, “I just got here.”

Lu Chan immediately felt relieved.

The embarrassing scene from earlier hadn’t been witnessed.

“Sister Chan, my mom is actually a really good person. She didn’t mean to be so cold. I hope you don’t mind,” Mu Jin explained carefully, her dark eyes filled with anxiety.

“Aunt Yan is busy. I was the one who interrupted,” Lu Chan replied politely.

Paired with her icy demeanor, it sounded like she was suppressing anger and saying the opposite of what she meant.

Mu Jin’s heart tightened. Uncertain how to continue explaining, she could only watch helplessly as Lu Chan drove away.

She bit her lip, her eyes gradually turning red.