Her Little Mute Omega [Rebirth] - Chapter 2

From a young age, Lu Chan had been strictly trained to suppress her emotions, maintaining an impassive demeanor in all circumstances.

Even when her father passed away at the age of ten, she had to endure the grief in her heart, facing hundreds of high-society figures without shedding a tear, lest she be seen as weak.

The only time she abandoned the dignity and pride of the Lu Family’s heir was when Mu Jin died in a car accident. On that bustling street corner, she wept with inconsolable sorrow.

Now, watching the office door slowly open, Lu Chan felt as if her heart had been unlocked. She straightened her posture, her expression becoming unusually solemn.

Wen Rou pushed the door open, immediately sensing the tense atmosphere in the office. Her heart skipped a beat as she cautiously announced, “President Lu, the thirty-one afternoon tea sets you ordered have arrived. Should I…”

“Have the delivery person bring mine in. You can distribute the rest to the others,” Lu Chan instructed, barely managing to stop herself from calling Wen Rou “wife.” The word hovered on her tongue before she hastily corrected herself.

Seeing Lu Chan’s displeasure, a hint of disappointment and anger in her expression, Wen Rou nodded quickly and retreated.

Moments later, through the one-way transparent glass, Lu Chan spotted a slender figure approaching from a distance, eventually stopping beside the potted plant outside her office.

Hidden by the plants, Lu Chan could now only see a corner of her clothing.

Slightly annoyed, she waited a moment, then heard a knock. Clearing her throat, she said in a deep voice, “Come in.”

Her voice, naturally low and authoritative, carried an innate aura of power and intimidation. When negotiating business deals, she often commanded respect without raising her voice, inspiring fear in others.

Years of strict upbringing and conditioning had long accustomed her to speaking in an icy tone.

Even when communicating with Mu Jin in the past, the ingrained dominance and aloofness remained.

This time, she tried to soften her voice, but the attempt seemed futile; it still sounded cold.

Upon hearing the command, Mu Jin pushed open the door. Her eyes swept across Lu Chan’s stern, icy face behind the desk, and a radiant smile bloomed on her lips. Gently placing the delicate dessert on the table, she said, “Miss Lu, here’s your matcha mousse. Please enjoy.”

As her lips moved, the electronic device on her chest emitted a sweet, cheerful voice that sounded remarkably like her own.

This device allowed for adjustable vocal tones, with settings for various emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure—to suit different situations.

The mechanical electronic voice, though, could never match the warmth of human emotion. Yet, compared to Lu Chan’s perpetually cold and unchanging tone, it almost sounded more human.

Hearing the voice, Lu Chan looked up from her stack of documents. When her eyes met that excessively radiant smile, her heart jolted.

Standing before her was a living, breathing person, not the cold, frozen image in a photograph.

Lu Chan nearly lost control of her emotions. She pressed her lips tightly together, forcing down the turbulent feelings surging within her.

The person before her looked much the same as she remembered, except for that dazzlingly sunny smile—a sight she had rarely witnessed.

Ever since marrying into the Lu Family, Mu Jin had been bound by their strict rules, required to be impeccably polite and proper in every aspect of her life.

Not only were her clothing and appearance restricted, but even her daily etiquette was governed by numerous regulations.

Whether interacting with family members or outsiders, Mu Jin had to smile without showing her teeth and remain calm and composed even when faced with others’ provocations.

Lu Chan only learned these details from the family’s servants after Mu Jin’s death.

In the shadows, where Lu Chan couldn’t see, Mu Jin had endured countless injustices.

Lu Chan was usually busy with work, and every time she returned home, she was greeted by Mu Jin’s gentle and composed smile. She had assumed Mu Jin was adapting well to life in the Lu Family, but the reality was far from her expectations.

Under the Lu Family’s abnormally strict upbringing, even the most cheerful and outgoing person would gradually transform into a perfect, machine-like individual.

This time, Lu Chan refused to let Mu Jin continue living under the Lu Family’s stifling oppression.

She wanted to see Mu Jin’s unrestrained, joyful smile and watch her freely pursue her passions without reservation.

Just like now, wearing a floral dress that reached her knees, revealing her slender, fair legs, with two adorable pigtails and a gentle tilt of her head as she smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth—it was perfect.

Although such a youthful and lively appearance would be considered improper and against the rules in the Lu Family, Lu Chan found it utterly charming and perfectly suited to her wife.

Watching Mu Jin’s vibrant energy and spirited demeanor, Lu Chan felt a surge of sweet joy in her heart, even without tasting the dessert.

Yet her expression remained cold and impassive, betraying none of her true emotions.

“Thank you,” Lu Chan said, her voice flat and emotionless. Her gaze settled on the matcha mousse as she asked in a low voice, “Did you make this?”

Mu Jin quietly observed Lu Chan’s expressionless face, suddenly feeling the pressure of having her work scrutinized. Maintaining her smile, she said, “This was made by our pastry chef. If you’re not satisfied, I can have it replaced.”

“No need,” Lu Chan replied, picking up the cake. She took a bite, her sharp eyebrows twitching almost imperceptibly before she quickly set it down.

Having grown accustomed to Mu Jin’s personally crafted desserts, Lu Chan’s already discerning palate had become even more difficult to please.

“Miss Lu, do you not like it?” Mu Jin asked cautiously, her obsidian-like eyes sparkling with a hint of nervousness.

Hearing this, Lu Chan picked up the cake again, forced herself to swallow another bite, and said, “I have work to attend to. If you have nothing else, you may leave.”

She had intended to be tactful, but her words carried an innate coldness.

“Thank you for your support, Miss Lu. We’ll strive to do even better in the future,” Mu Jin replied, her expression unchanged. She bowed deeply, her baby-fat cheeks revealing a charming smile.

With that, she turned and left.

Just as the door closed, she glanced back with a radiant smile.

Lu Chan’s heart skipped a beat, a warm surge of joy flowing through her chest.

This smile of Mu Jin’s was something she would protect with all her might.

The office area outside the CEO’s office was unusually lively, with everyone enjoying cake and exchanging quiet remarks.

This was Lu Chan’s team, many of whom were talents she had personally nurtured.

Most were Alphas, but there were also highly capable Betas and a handful of married Omegas.

Although Omegas’ monthly heat cycles made it difficult for them to adapt to the workplace as seamlessly as others, married Omegas carried their Alpha’s permanent mark, significantly reducing the risks associated with their condition.

As they savored the afternoon tea Lu Chan had personally ordered, everyone was in high spirits, shedding their usual serious, elite demeanor.

A petite, lively figure darted between the high-end office desks.

The electronic device on her chest occasionally chimed, asking if the matcha mousse was delicious. After receiving an answer, she meticulously recorded it.

“How did you become mute?” someone asked curiously.

Hearing the question, others turned their interested gazes toward her.

Mu Jin, long accustomed to such probing stares, calmly typed on her electronic device: “I had a high fever as a child. When I woke up, I couldn’t speak anymore.”

“What a pity,” someone sighed.

“Little sister, you’re not even an adult yet, are you? It’s really admirable that you’re helping your family at such a young age,” one of the employees said with a smile.

Mu Jin smiled faintly and replied without hesitation, “I’m already twenty-one years old.”

Her words brought a moment of stunned silence to the office, everyone’s eyes widening in surprise.

Just as someone was about to ask a question, the door to the CEO’s office swung open, and Lu Chan stood in the doorway, her expression icy.

“So bored you have time to chat? No work to do? This month’s performance is excellent, then? All the deals closed? Competitors’ weaknesses exploited?” Lu Chan’s voice was cold as she swept her sharp gaze across the room, radiating the overwhelming presence of an S-Class Alpha.

Her barrage of impossible questions sent a chill through the employees’ hearts. They immediately abandoned their casual demeanor, straightened their faces, and resumed working diligently.

Even those who hadn’t finished their desserts dared not touch them again.

The vast office was soon filled only with the clatter of keyboards.

Mu Jin stood among the desks, silently observing the scene before quietly packing away her notebook.

Turning to meet Lu Chan’s gaze, she flashed a brilliant smile, bowed slightly, and walked out.

Only after Mu Jin’s figure disappeared did Lu Chan close the door and return to her office.

As soon as she left, the employees collectively exhaled in relief and resumed their work with renewed focus.

A small electric scooter pulled up in front of Mu’s Sweets, and a smiling young woman hopped off.

She wore a cheerful floral dress and walked with light, buoyant steps.

“Xiao Jin, why are you back so late?” Yan Zhu greeted her, her eyes filled with concern. “Did anyone give you trouble while you were out?”

Because Mu Jin was mute, she often faced ridicule and mockery while delivering orders.

Yan Zhu didn’t want her going out, but Mu Jin had a restless spirit. Even if forbidden, the girl would sneak out anyway.

“Mom, I’m fine. Don’t worry,” Mu Jin replied, her eyes crinkling with joy, a smile she couldn’t suppress.

Yan Zhu found her daughter’s exuberance odd but didn’t press the matter. She glanced inside and said, “Aunt Ye is here. Chat with her while I go make deliveries.”

Mu Jin nodded eagerly.

Aunt Ye, whose full name was Ye Xian, was a close friend of her mother’s. They had known each other since childhood, and their bond remained strong even after marriage.

Aunt Ye often stopped by to visit, occasionally helping out at the shop. Though not a sweets enthusiast, she always ordered a lavish assortment of desserts whenever she came.

Sometimes, when her mother was busy and couldn’t attend to Aunt Ye, she would ask Mu Jin to entertain her.

Mu Jin composed herself, suppressing her full smile into a polite, teeth-concealing expression as she entered the room.

“Xiao Jin, I heard you took afternoon tea to Lu Chan. How was it? Did you get to see her? Lu Chan may seem cold and aloof, but she’s not as intimidating as she looks,” a graceful woman seated by the window said with a warm smile as she noticed Mu Jin.

Time seemed to have left few marks on her face. Even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes when she smiled did nothing to diminish her beauty.

In terms of facial features, Lu Chan bore a striking resemblance to her.

Yet, unlike her mother’s gentle warmth, Lu Chan’s brow carried a sharp, icy indifference, her expression often blank.

“Aunt Ye, what dessert would you like today?” Mu Jin asked with a smile, approaching the table.

Ye Xian gestured helplessly at the table laden with colorful sweets. “Your mother has already arranged everything for me,” she said with a rueful smile.

After a pause, she changed the subject, still persistent. “Did you see Lu Chan? She’s easy to spot—she’s the one with the coldest expression in the group.”

Mu Jin chuckled softly, nodding and then shaking her head.