Her Little Mute Omega [Rebirth] - Chapter 18

Lu Chan returned to her villa and went straight to the training room.

An hour later, she emerged with a cold expression and instructed the butler, “Replace everything inside with new equipment.”

The butler nodded cautiously.

When he opened the training room door, he found the punching bags, wooden dummies, and even the metal training machines completely destroyed, beyond repair.

It was clear Lu Chan was truly enraged this time.

Every time she returned from seeing Chairman Lu, Lu Chan’s mood would darken, but never to this extent.

The butler sighed and began cleaning up the training room.

Lu Chan retreated to her room, took a shower, and lay on her bed, staring at a photo on her phone.

Looking at Mu Jin’s adorable childhood smile, the lingering anger in her heart completely dissipated.

Her grandfather’s warning had reminded her not to repeat her mother’s mistakes.

After being reborn, she had been so focused on nurturing a pre-marital relationship with her young wife that she had forgotten Mu Jin hadn’t yet differentiated into an S-Class Omega.

The Lu Family would never accept an undifferentiated individual, let alone a mute one.

Even ordinary families cared about differentiation levels. Having just one Alpha in the family could elevate their status above others. How much more so for the Lu Family, with its strict rules and extreme emphasis on bloodline and differentiation levels?

In her grandfather’s eyes, Betas were considered inferior beings, unworthy of even stepping through the Lu Family’s gates.

Only after Mu Jin differentiated could Lu Chan openly pursue their relationship.

Until then, she had to endure.

Otherwise, her grandfather would undoubtedly harm Mu Jin.

Lu Chan threw herself into her work, working frantically overtime every day, sometimes even sleeping at the office.

Wen Rou and the others were baffled, but no one dared ask her the reason.

They could all sense Lu Chan was in a terrible mood.

Although Lu Chan usually wore an icy expression, everyone knew it was just her nature, not directed at anyone personally.

But these past few days, it was clear she was suppressing her anger while working.

The entire office floor was shrouded in a tense, oppressive atmosphere, with everyone working with utmost diligence.

Even when there was no urgent work, they found tasks to keep busy, lest Lu Chan catch them slacking off.

When the workday finally ended, everyone silently packed up their belongings, letting out a collective sigh of relief as they left the office.

Time ticked by. Lu Chan looked up to see the world outside had turned pitch black.

She rubbed her aching eyes, took a brief rest, and then resumed working.

Moments later, her phone rang. The caller ID showed “Qi Bujiao.”

Lu Chan paused and pressed the answer button.

Before Lu Chan could speak, a carefree female voice came through the line. “President Lu, come out for a drink. My treat.”

Lu Chan was about to decline when her eyes flickered, and she changed her mind. “Give me the address.”

“What address? The usual spot. Don’t be late!” The voice shouted excitedly, her tone suggesting a close familiarity with Lu Chan.

Lu Chan pressed her temples, a hint of resignation in her expression.

Among the major aristocratic families, she and Qi Bujiao were of similar age and got along the best.

The main reason was that others, intimidated by her perpetually cold demeanor, kept their distance. Only Qi Bujiao, seemingly oblivious to social cues, always eagerly gravitated toward her.

No matter how aloof Lu Chan acted, Qi Bujiao could talk endlessly by herself.

Later, Lu Chan realized that Qi Bujiao sought her out mainly because she was the only one who could tolerate her incessant chatter. Everyone else had grown so annoyed by Qi Bujiao’s talkativeness that they refused to engage with her.

Over time, the two had become the best of friends.

In her previous life, Qi Bujiao had been one of Lu Chan’s bridesmaids.

Of course, Lu Chan had also served as Qi Bujiao’s bridesmaid.

Lu Chan drove to the agreed-upon location: a renowned Alpha bar in the city, catering exclusively to A-Class and higher-ranked Alphas.

As a regular patron, Lu Chan was immediately escorted to a private booth by a waiter upon entering.

Qi Bujiao had reserved the finest booth, situated on the bar’s top floor, far removed from the clamor of the lower levels.

Upon entering, Lu Chan saw a woman with her back turned, talking on the phone.

She settled into a seat, picked up the pre-poured glass of wine, and took a small sip.

“Honey, I’m at the bar, about to have drinks with Lu Chan,” Qi Bujiao said with a smile, waving at Lu Chan. She cooed affectionately into the phone, “Honey, get some rest early. Don’t work too hard. I love you!”

Before she could finish, the line went dead.

“Why would your wife even ask where you are?” Lu Chan asked coldly, taking another sip of wine.

“She didn’t ask. I just told her,” Qi Bujiao replied, her cheerful expression instantly collapsing.

Though she was thirty years old, her youthful face made her look barely in her early twenties. Combined with her soft, childlike voice, she was often mistaken for a recent graduate.

“Her research institute has been working on a new project lately. We haven’t spoken in a month. I finally got through, but she hung up after just a few words. I really regret sending her to that institute,” Qi Bujiao sighed, dejectedly picking up her glass and draining it in one gulp.

Lu Chan immediately understood.

She had been summoned to listen to Qi Bujiao’s woes.

“My wife was just promoted to professor this year. Many Alphas were passed over, and she was the only Omega to get the position. So now she has to go on business trips to the Capital and has endless experiments to run. Every time I talk to her, she’s always busy. I’m starting to think that in her heart, her experiments are more important than me,” Qi Bujiao said, taking a gloomy sip of wine, her eyes downcast and her expression forlorn.

Lu Chan remained silent, listening quietly.

She didn’t need to offer comfort; Qi Bujiao would heal herself once she had poured out her grievances.

Qi Bujiao was naturally oblivious, completely unable to read social cues.

Among the major local families, only the Qi Family lacked an A+ Class Alpha.

As a child, she had been mocked for this, but she would simply laugh along with the others, completely unaware that they were laughing at her.

Even after differentiating into an A-Class Alpha, she continued to face ridicule, but Qi Bujiao remained unfazed.

Even when facing Lu Chan, she showed no trace of inferiority, her baby-faced features always radiating an innocent, oblivious smile.

This innately optimistic person had, after falling in love, begun to experience intermittent bouts of melancholy, constantly complaining that her girlfriend—now her wife—didn’t care about her.

But the moment his girlfriend beckoned, Qi Bujiao would rush over like a loyal dog wagging its tail, even if it meant taking a two-hour bus ride.

“If I were as smart and quick-witted as you, with your incredible learning ability, I’d study genetics too and work alongside my wife,” Qi Bujiao said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Lu Chan, you know, the last time I visited my wife at the research institute, she was wearing a white lab coat, looking so cool and aloof. I was completely mesmerized! I wanted to bite her scent gland right then and there.”

“Going into heat at the institute? Aren’t you afraid of getting kicked out?” Lu Chan shot her a sideways glance, asking casually.

Qi Bujiao immediately deflated, pouting pitifully. “You’re right. I did get kicked out. My wife won’t let me visit her anymore.”

After saying this, Qi Bujiao let out a couple of mournful wails, though her face showed no real sadness, only regret. “I should have taken a picture. My wife looked so stunning in that lab coat. I’ll never see her like that again.”

Lu Chan took a sip of her wine, too lazy to respond.

“Lu Chan, whatever you do, never marry a researcher, especially one who studies human genetics. Otherwise, you’ll end up like me, stuck alone in an empty house, where a living, breathing person matters less than a bunch of data.”

Lu Chan froze, her fingers tightening around her wine glass.