Her Little Mute Omega [Rebirth] - Chapter 11

Lu Chan worked tirelessly for days, her relentless overtime keeping the entire company on edge.

Finally, when Friday evening arrived and she announced she would rest over the weekend, the tense atmosphere in the office finally began to dissipate.

After driving home and having dinner, Lu Chan retreated to her room.

Staring at a familiar number on her phone, her finger hovered hesitantly over the call button.

I have my wife’s number, yet I can’t even call her.

Frustrated, Lu Chan tossed her phone aside and leaned back on the sofa, feigning sleep.

Moments later, a knock came at her door, followed by Ye Xian’s voice: “Chanchan, open up. Your mother needs to talk to you.”

Lu Chan opened her eyes and sat up straight.

She tapped her phone, and the door automatically swung open.

Ye Xian peered inside first, and seeing no sign of resistance on Lu Chan’s face, she smiled and entered.

Lu Chan’s room had always been off-limits to others, even her own mother.

Ye Xian had entered Lu Chan’s room only a handful of times, fewer even than the household servants.

“What do you want?” Lu Chan asked coldly, her beautiful features unable to conceal their sharp edge.

Hearing this, Ye Xian’s smile widened. She perched on the edge of the sofa and said mysteriously, “Chanchan, I have a photo here. Would you like to see it?”

“Not interested,” Lu Chan replied flatly, showing no courtesy whatsoever.

“Chanchan, don’t be so heartless! This photo is related to Xiao Jin,” Ye Xian insisted, waving the photo in front of Lu Chan while tightly gripping its corners.

As expected, Lu Chan’s gaze immediately sharpened, losing its earlier indifference.

“Give it to me,” Lu Chan said, extending her slender fingers.

Ye Xian pouted and reluctantly handed over the photo, complaining in a coquettish tone, “Chanchan, you should be more polite when asking your mother for things. This cold, demanding attitude isn’t cute at all.”

Lu Chan ignored her, scrutinizing the photo with meticulous care.

The photo was well-preserved, clean and flat, but its age was still evident.

It showed two girls.

The older girl had a cold, aloof expression as she held a two-year-old toddler.

The toddler’s chubby arms were wrapped around the girl’s neck, and a radiant smile lit up her plump cheeks.

“Is this Xiao Jin when she was two?” Lu Chan murmured, her fingers gently tracing the toddler’s cheek, her heart softening.

“Yes, the girl with the cold expression next to her is you, exactly the same as you are now,” Ye Xian said, pouting slightly and sighing. “Xiao Jin was so much cuter back then.”

Lu Chan neither agreed nor disagreed, a hint of tenderness flickering in her usually indifferent eyes.

She had no idea they had been destined to meet so early in life.

“Your father had passed away not long before this. Seeing you so gloomy all the time, I took you out to cheer you up,” Ye Xian continued, her voice rambling.

Her expression turned complex when she mentioned Lu Chan’s father.

“And then?” Lu Chan asked, studying the photo.

Ye Xian’s eyes lit up with excitement. She smiled brightly and continued, “You wouldn’t talk to anyone, acting aloof and uninterested. But when you saw Xiao Jin, you finally showed a bit of your childish side. Seeing you two playing so happily, I snapped this picture.”

After speaking, Ye Xian carefully observed Lu Chan’s expression.

Seeing that Lu Chan didn’t question her, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In truth, Mu Jin had been begging Lu Chan for a hug, but Lu Chan had coldly refused several times.

Yet Mu Jin refused to give up. Her short legs scurried after Lu Chan, chanting persistently, “Sister Chan, hug me!”

Finally, Lu Chan relented, her small face expressionless as she coldly picked up Mu Jin.

Ye Xian jokingly remarked to Yan Zhu, “There’s always someone who can tame someone else.”

“Mom, I’m keeping this photo,” Lu Chan said, standing up and carefully placing the picture in the bedside table as if it were a precious treasure.

Ye Xian’s heart bloomed with joy, but she feigned reluctance and deliberately asked, “Chanchan, do you really… like this photo so much?”

She paused deliberately before the word “like,” seizing the opportunity to observe Lu Chan’s reaction.

Lu Chan’s expression remained indifferent, her cold gaze fixed on Ye Xian, refusing to speak.

Ye Xian suddenly felt a wave of pressure. She cleared her throat, forced a smile, and said, “You can just tell Mom directly if you like it. No need to be shy.”

Lu Chan’s expression grew even colder.

Ye Xian pouted, let out a petulant huff, and left the room.

As she closed the door, she stuck her tongue out at the room’s interior, muttering in a pitiful tone, “Chanchan is so unlovable.”

Lu Chan completely ignored her, picked up her phone, and remotely locked the door.

Hearing the click of the lock, Lu Chan tossed her phone onto the bed and retrieved the photo she had just placed in the drawer.

Her gaze remained fixed on the baby in the picture, whose soft, adorable features were unmistakably Mu Jin.

The more Lu Chan looked at the photo, the more adorable she found it, her lips curving into a soft smile.

If our future baby could be as cute as Mu Jin, that would be wonderful.

In her previous life, she had always longed for a child but had never been able to fully mark Mu Jin.

Perhaps because their marriage lacked a foundation of genuine affection—Mu Jin didn’t love her—she had refused to be marked.

Lu Chan could have forced the marking, but she didn’t want to resort to such coercive tactics.

What she truly desired was Mu Jin’s wholehearted consent. She didn’t want to hurt or upset Mu Jin through coercion.

Looking back, Mu Jin had been genuinely happy fewer times during their entire year of marriage than in the past two weeks alone.

This stark contrast revealed just how disastrous her previous marriage had been.

Originally, Lu Chan had planned to marry Mu Jin as soon as she differentiated.

But now, she had changed her mind.

In this life, she couldn’t rush into marriage again, lest she repeat the mistakes of her past life.

Given this second chance, she was determined to cultivate genuine affection and earn Mu Jin’s complete trust first.

A marriage based solely on pheromone compatibility was not what she sought.

What she truly wanted was Mu Jin’s heart and soul.

More than that, she wanted Mu Jin free from the constraints of the Lu Family’s rigid rules, able to smile carefree every day.

Lu Chan lowered her gaze, her expression resolute.

After a busy day, Mu Jin lay in bed, phone in hand, hesitating over a phone number.

She wanted to call, but she didn’t know what to say.

Being too enthusiastic might make her seem vain.

Mu Jin frowned, sighed, and put down her phone.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Her heart skipped a beat as she answered quickly. Seeing Ye Xian’s name on the screen, she felt a slight disappointment and typed, “Aunt Ye, what’s up?”

“Xiao Jin, did you see the pictures I sent you?” Ye Xian asked with a cheerful laugh.

Her voice sounded genuinely happy.

Mu Jin clicked to view the images, her eyes widening in surprise. Her fingers trembled as she typed, “Aunt Ye, is that serious-looking little girl in the photos Sister Chan?”

“Yes, that’s Lu Chan,” Ye Xian replied, her eyes crinkling with delight.

“She’s so cute! I never knew Sister Chan was this adorable as a child,” Mu Jin exclaimed, covering her mouth as she giggled uncontrollably.

She zoomed in on the photo until Lu Chan’s haughty, cool little face filled the entire screen.

The thought that they had met as children filled Mu Jin with uncontrollable joy, her cheeks flushing pink.

“Yeah, she’s not as cute when she’s older,” Ye Xian said, pursing her lips but her eyes brimming with amusement. “I showed this photo to Chanchan, and she kept saying how adorable you were.”

As Ye Xian spoke, Mu Jin heard an exaggerated gasp of surprise.

Her cheeks burned hotter, her heart racing. She cautiously asked, “Really?”

“Of course it’s true! Why would I lie?” Ye Xian replied with mock seriousness.

Mu Jin’s smile widened, and tears welled up in her reddened eyes.