Her Little Mute Omega [Rebirth] - Chapter 15

Lu Chan returned home, her stomach churning violently.

She rushed to the bathroom and vomited until her bile tasted bitter, finally easing the nausea slightly.

After a shower, the lingering strange odors finally dissipated.

Lu Chan lay on her bed, feeling hungry but utterly without appetite.

She closed her eyes to rest.

A message notification popped up on her phone. It was from Mu Jin: “Sister Chan, I’m so sorry for taking you to such a noisy place today. You must have felt terrible. I didn’t think it through.”

Most A-Class Alphas wouldn’t even consider buying street food, finding the noise and pungent smells repulsive.

Such places were typically frequented by undifferentiated individuals and Betas. Even if Alphas were present, they were usually low-ranking common Alphas with olfactory senses similar to ordinary people.

Mu Jin had been so eager to share her favorite things with Lu Chan that she completely overlooked how torturous such an environment would be for an S-Class Alpha.

“I’m fine. I had a lot of fun today,” Lu Chan typed back, feeling another wave of nausea as soon as she sent the message.

“That’s good,” Mu Jin replied, her heart warming and a faint smile gracing her lips.

Lu Chan waited a long time, but no further message came.

Unsure how to continue the conversation, she put down her phone and resumed resting.

A knock came at the door, followed by the butler’s voice: “Miss Chan, you didn’t eat dinner. I’ve brought you a plate of pastries. Would you like some?”

“No, thank you,” Lu Chan replied coldly. After a moment, she got out of bed, opened the door, and asked, “Where’s my mother?”

“Madam hasn’t returned yet and likely won’t be back tonight,” the butler answered respectfully.

Lu Chan wasn’t surprised by this.

Her mother often stayed out, usually at the dessert shop or a hotel.

She used to struggle to understand why her mother never came home at night, why she could be so heartless as to not see her for months at a time.

Now, she understood a little better.

Her mother despised the Lu Family’s stifling rules and used what outsiders saw as reckless behavior to silently resist this gilded cage.

“Miss Chan, please eat something,” the butler said with concern, glancing at Lu Chan.

Lu Chan frowned slightly, took the pastries, and closed the door.

She had no appetite and set the pastries aside, continuing to rest.

After three days of drinking finely cooked millet porridge, Lu Chan finally regained her appetite.

As she was reviewing company documents, her phone rang. It was Mu Jin.

Lu Chan answered immediately, a hint of a smile softening her usually indifferent eyes. “Xiao Jin, what is it?”

“Sister Chan, we’ve developed a new dessert at the shop! It’ll be ready soon. I can bring you a sample later,” Mu Jin said, nervously clutching the device on her chest, her long eyelashes fluttering anxiously.

“Don’t bother coming. I’ll stop by at noon,” Lu Chan replied quickly.

Though her words were meant to be considerate, they carried the weight of an unspoken command.

“Okay!” Mu Jin’s heart lifted, her eyes crinkling with delight.

Hearing the cheerful, lively voice on the other end of the line, Lu Chan’s mood brightened as well.

After finishing her morning work, she drove to the dessert shop.

As she stepped out of her car, Lu Chan spotted Ye Xian sitting by the window, casually scrolling through her phone.

Sensing her presence, Ye Xian looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she flashed Lu Chan a coquettish smile.

Lu Chan averted her gaze and strode into the shop with an icy expression.

It was midday, and the dessert shop was bustling with customers ordering.

As Lu Chan entered, many turned to stare, their eyes filled with awe and excitement.

Some even seemed poised to approach and strike up a conversation.

Lu Chan weaved through the crowd to the cashier counter and gave Yan Zhu a polite nod. “Good afternoon, Aunt Yan.”

“Miss Lu, please join the queue to order,” Yan Zhu replied, her tone polite but distant.

Sensing the disapproval in her voice, Lu Chan retreated to the side.

She glanced around but didn’t spot Mu Jin.

“Xiao Jin went out to deliver an order. She’ll be back soon,” Ye Xian said, approaching with an knowing smile. She lowered her voice and asked, “Chanchan, I thought you were here to see me. I was so happy just now.”

Lu Chan shot her a cold glance and asked sharply, “Have you been here all these days?”

Ye Xian froze, her expression a mix of emotions. She smoothed a stray strand of hair by her ear and covered her mouth, feigning tears. “Chanchan, are you actually worried about me? Am I hearing this right?”

Seeing her exaggerated performance, Lu Chan’s eyes flashed with annoyance. She ignored Ye Xian and walked to a nearby table to sit down.

Behind her, Ye Xian’s gaze turned somber, tinged with sorrow.

This seemed to be the first time Lu Chan had ever shown concern for her.

The Lu Family was known for their cold-heartedness and prioritizing profit above all else. Lu Chan, raised in such an environment, had grown up cold and detached, lacking any understanding of empathy or care for others.

When Lu Chan was a child and saw Ye Xian crying, she would ask why. But her icy eyes held only curiosity, devoid of any sympathy.

Lu Chan, who had once been so cold and distant, was now showing genuine concern for others.

Ye Xian wiped away the tears welling in her eyes and hurried over, wrapping her arm around Lu Chan’s.

Lu Chan instinctively tried to pull away, but a familiar figure caught her eye as they entered the room.

In that brief moment of distraction, Ye Xian’s grip tightened around her arm.

“Chanchan, Mom is so happy,” Ye Xian said, leaning affectionately against Lu Chan and pressing almost half her weight onto her.

Lu Chan frowned slightly, feeling a twinge of discomfort, but she endured it without pushing Ye Xian away.

“Sister Chan, I’m sorry I was out earlier,” Mu Jin said cheerfully, her cheeks flushed.

“It’s fine, I just arrived,” Lu Chan replied, her voice steady as she tried to ignore the awkwardness of Ye Xian’s grip.

“Sister Chan, the new product can’t be revealed yet. Let’s go inside,” Mu Jin whispered, her bright eyes filled with nervous anticipation.

Lu Chan nodded, turned, and smoothly disengaged Ye Xian’s arm.

Ye Xian pouted, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face before she quickly smiled again and looped her arm through Mu Jin’s. “Xiao Jin, what new product did you prepare for Chanchan? Aunt Yan wants to try it too!”

Mu Jin glanced at Lu Chan’s retreating figure and nodded, her cheeks reddening.

Yan Zhu watched the group disappear, her brow furrowing slightly as she sighed inwardly.

Mu Jin’s latest creation was a six-pointed star-shaped fruit pudding, made entirely with premium ingredients, including the packaging.

This dessert didn’t fit the mid-range pricing of their family’s pastry shop; it was something Mu Jin had made purely for Lu Chan, as an apology for their previous misunderstanding.

Lu Chan took a small bite, and a refreshing sweetness immediately melted in her mouth. The texture was delicate, the aroma pure and authentic—perfectly suited to her tastes.

“Sister Chan, what do you think?” Mu Jin asked anxiously, her round eyes fixed on Lu Chan’s expression, afraid to miss even the slightest reaction.

But Lu Chan’s icy demeanor remained unchanged. She set down her spoon and said simply, “Not bad.”

Hearing these two simple words, Mu Jin felt as if she had received the greatest encouragement. Her face lit up with joy.

With Lu Chan’s approval, all her sleepless nights crafting this dessert had been worth it.

“Chanchan, take your time enjoying it. I’ll go order something outside,” Ye Xian said with a smile, giving Mu Jin a knowing glance.

Mu Jin’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she lowered her eyes shyly.

As Ye Xian stepped outside, she noticed two elegantly dressed women entering, followed by two tall, imposing bodyguards. Her eyes turned cold, and a flicker of disdain flashed in her gaze.