Her Little Mute Omega [Rebirth] - Chapter 25

At one o’clock in the afternoon, servants from the Lu Family’s villa began bringing out an array of exquisite pastries and arranging them on the table.

Lu Chan sat with an icy expression, her gaze frequently darting to the watch on her left wrist.

In just three hours, Mu Jin would undergo her differentiation.

The Old Master had arranged to meet the Duan Family at half-past one, meaning Lu Chan could only stay until three o’clock at the latest.

Noticing Lu Chan’s restlessness, Ye Xian’s eyes flickered with curiosity. She chuckled and ventured, “Chanchan, don’t be so anxious. The Duan Family’s young lady will be here soon.”

Lu Chan shot her a frosty glare.

Ye Xian immediately pouted, feigning hurt. “Mom’s just trying to comfort you. Why are you being so fierce?” she complained softly.

“I don’t need it,” Lu Chan replied, her voice cold and impatient.

Ye Xian huffed and leisurely sipped her tea, her shrewd eyes occasionally glancing at Lu Chan.

After observing her for a while, Ye Xian sighed inwardly.

Lu Chan rarely revealed her true emotions. With only that icy facade to go by, Ye Xian couldn’t determine whether Lu Chan’s earlier anger stemmed from having her feelings exposed or from resentment toward the Old Master’s arrangements.

To anyone with eyes, the Old Master’s intentions behind this afternoon tea were clear.

Lu Chan’s willingness to sit here obediently likely stemmed from the Old Master’s considerable pressure.

Though Lu Chan was no longer young and should have been married and starting a family, Ye Xian still hoped she would marry someone she loved, rather than being used as a tool for a family alliance.

They had been waiting less than ten minutes when the Old Master’s butler entered, bowing respectfully. “Miss Chan, Miss Duan of the Duan Family has arrived. Please come out to greet her.”

“Understood,” Lu Chan replied, remaining seated.

The current head of the Duan Family was Duan Li, a contemporary of her father.

Duan Li had only one daughter, Duan Miaohan, who had differentiated into an S-Class Omega at the age of eighteen.

This event had caused a sensation throughout the city.

The Duan Family highly valued their Omega, rarely allowing her to appear in public.

Many had tried to visit the Duan Family out of curiosity, but none had succeeded.

Only at specific, important occasions could others catch a glimpse of this S-Class Omega.

The Old Master’s ability to invite her here wasn’t just due to the long-standing relationship between the Lu and Duan families; more importantly, the Duan Family was also considering a marriage alliance.

Seeing Lu Chan’s indifference, the butler hesitated briefly before hurrying out to greet the guest.

“Chanchan, look! She’s here,” Ye Xian whispered, smiling as she glanced outside.

A slender figure appeared in her line of sight.

Her skin was fair, her features striking, and she carried herself with an air of noble elegance.

Four tall, muscular Alpha men followed behind her, likely bodyguards arranged by the Duan Family.

Lu Chan glanced at them briefly before quickly averting her gaze.

S-Class Omegas possessed exceptional beauty, drawing all eyes wherever they went.

To show sincerity and respect, all the servants in the villa had been dismissed, leaving only the Butler to attend to them.

“Sister Lu, Aunt Lu, it’s my first time visiting. Please make me feel welcome,” a melodious, light voice rang out from nearby, carrying a gentle, warm smile that put everyone at ease.

“Miss Duan, please have a seat,” Ye Xian immediately stood up, speaking politely as her eyes subtly appraised the young woman from head to toe.

She had met Duan Miaohan before.

In her memory, Duan Miaohan was just a little girl, dressed in a pretty princess dress, speaking softly, and always clinging to Lu Chan, wanting to play.

Though somewhat spoiled, her endearing cuteness and well-behaved nature made her quite likable.

“Miss Duan, you’ve grown even more beautiful. As expected of an S-Class Omega—anyone who sees you can’t help but praise you,” Ye Xian said with a smile, personally pulling out a chair for her.

This was originally Lu Chan’s duty, but seeing Lu Chan’s cold indifference, Ye Xian had to step in.

Hearing this, Duan Miaohan covered her lips with a delicate hand and chuckled softly, gracefully taking a seat. “Thank you for the compliment, Auntie,” she said in a gentle voice. “Sister Lu is the truly beautiful one, having inherited your stunning looks.”

As she spoke the last sentence, Duan Miaohan stole a glance at Lu Chan, her watery eyes tinged with bashfulness.

Lu Chan, of course, noticed the gaze but ignored it, maintaining her upright posture and occasionally glancing at her wrist.

Ye Xian smiled politely at the sight, saying warmly, “Miss Duan, please forgive Chanchan’s reserved nature. She’s been this way since childhood, never one for words. You must know that.”

“I thought Sister Lu didn’t want me here,” Duan Miaohan murmured, lowering her head slightly, her voice tinged with disappointment. Her downcast eyes and drooping brows made her appear fragile and docile.

Ye Xian discreetly glanced at Lu Chan, who was still checking her watch, showing no intention of speaking.

She immediately understood: Lu Chan had asked her to come precisely to handle this Omega.

Given Lu Chan’s temperament, she could easily sit here all afternoon without uttering a single word.

“Miss Duan, please try these pastries,” Ye Xian said warmly, her smile radiating affection and fondness. “They were made by renowned chefs. I hope you enjoy them.”

If the Duan Family’s intentions weren’t so transparent, Ye Xian would have welcomed this Omega to visit more often.

Duan Miaohan possessed a high differentiation level and striking beauty, yet she carried herself with grace and humility, displaying the refined manners and upbringing of a noblewoman.

Such an intelligent and elegant person was hard not to admire.

Compared to the Duan Family’s other arrogant and domineering Omega, the contrast was stark.

“Thank you, Auntie,” Duan Miaohan said with a gentle smile, appearing both warm and demure.

Ye Xian beamed with satisfaction and eagerly initiated conversation.

Duan Miaohan responded thoughtfully, ensuring there were no awkward silences.

Lu Chan sat quietly, neither touching the pastries nor joining the discussion.

No matter how often Duan Miaohan stole glances at her, Lu Chan acted as if she didn’t notice.

As the clock struck three, Lu Chan rose to her feet.

A shadow fell beside her, and Ye Xian paused, then asked with a smile, “Chanchan, where are you going?”

“I have some matters to attend to. Mom, please entertain Miss Duan properly,” Lu Chan said coldly, turning and striding out without looking back.

Duan Miaohan’s mouth parted slightly, her surprised eyes tinged with a hint of hurt.

“Miss Duan, please forgive Chanchan. She’s always so busy. I’m surprised she managed to sit here for two hours today,” Ye Xian explained with a reassuring smile.

“I know, I’ve been bothering Sister Lu,” Duan Miaohan said, lowering her head. Her voice was soft and weak, but her fingers, resting on her lap, clenched tightly.

Just as Lu Chan left the Old Master’s villa, she received a call from him.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she answered, waiting for him to speak.

“Lu Chan, the guest is still here. How could you leave first? You should know that this Omega from the Duan Family is someone many would give anything to host,” Lu Wensheng scolded sternly, his voice growing angrier with each word.

Lu Chan remained unmoved, replying coldly, “Grandfather, I’ve already entertained her as you asked. Now I have urgent business. I’ll return when it’s done. I don’t want anyone following me.”

Sensing the harshness and defiance in her tone, Lu Wensheng gripped his cane tightly in anger.

Lu Chan was becoming increasingly disobedient, just like her father.

After a moment, Lu Wensheng regained his composure, sighing softly as he said, “You’re grown now, and this old man can’t control you anymore. Just come back soon. Don’t make your grandfather worry.”

“Mm,” Lu Chan replied, hanging up and driving away.

It was Saturday, and the dessert shop would be bustling. Her only hope was that Mu Jin wouldn’t go out on deliveries, to avoid her differentiating in public.

The dessert shop’s delivery orders were piling up, and the three existing delivery staff were already overwhelmed.

Mu Jin glanced at the most urgent order—less than three kilometers away, a round trip would take no more than half an hour.

She pursed her lips thoughtfully before turning to Yan Zhu beside her. “Mom, I’ll take this delivery.”

“You’ll deliver it?” Yan Zhu frowned, instinctively wanting to refuse.

She scanned the busy shop and, seeing everyone working hard, reluctantly nodded. “Be careful on the road,” she said softly. “Come straight back after the delivery. Don’t wander off.”

“I won’t,” Mu Jin assured her with a bright smile. “I’ll be back before four o’clock.” She grabbed the desserts and headed out.

After placing the desserts in the insulated box, Mu Jin opened her bag to double-check for her Omega Suppressant before zipping it up with relief.

Shortly after she left, an expensive car pulled up in front of the dessert shop.

A woman with a frosty expression stepped out and hurried inside.

Yan Zhu glanced at the newcomer and politely said, “Miss Lu, please take a number and wait in line to order.”

“Aunt Yan, where’s Xiao Jin?” Lu Chan asked, standing by the cashier with a hint of urgency in her eyes.

“Xiao Jin is out delivering orders. If Miss Lu has business, please wait inside the shop,” Yan Zhu said, her expression turning cold as she continued attending to other customers.

Lu Chan pressed her lips together slightly and glanced at the time. It wasn’t even 3:30 yet.

After a moment’s thought, she turned and left the shop.

Getting into her car, Lu Chan pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

She called three times, but no one answered.

Lu Chan frowned, a knot of anxiety tightening in her chest.

After waiting a while, she tried calling Mu Jin again. Just as the ringing was about to end, the call was finally answered.

Lu Chan let out a sigh of relief and asked urgently, “Xiao Jin, where are you?”

“I just finished a delivery and I’m heading back now. Does Sister Chan need something?” Mu Jin parked her scooter by the roadside, holding the phone with both hands, a joyful smile playing on her lips.

“We’ll talk when you get back,” Lu Chan replied, her voice returning to its usual cold detachment.

Just as she was about to hang up, a piercing car horn blared through the line, followed by a deafening crash.

It sounded like a collision.

“Miss, are you alright?” an unfamiliar voice asked from the other end of the line.

Lu Chan’s heart pounded as she pressed her ear closer to the phone, desperate to hear Mu Jin’s voice.

But the call suddenly disconnected.

Her expression hardened, Lu Chan leaped out of the car and rushed into the dessert shop. She turned to Yan Zhu and asked urgently, “Aunt Yan, where did Xiao Jin go to deliver the takeout?”

“What’s wrong?” Yan Zhu asked, startled, her hands freezing mid-motion.

“Nothing, I just need to find Xiao Jin urgently,” Lu Chan replied, her face betraying none of the panic she felt. She deliberately concealed what she had just heard.

Yan Zhu frowned, hesitating before reluctantly giving the address.

As soon as the words left her lips, Lu Chan had already turned and hurried away.

Panic seized Yan Zhu. She rushed after Lu Chan, running to the car window and asking anxiously, “Miss Lu, what’s happened?”

“It’s nothing,” Lu Chan replied calmly, starting the engine. Her lowered lashes hid the worry in her eyes.

If she hadn’t called, perhaps Mu Jin wouldn’t have been in this accident.

With four o’clock drawing near, she had to find Mu Jin before her differentiation began.

Lu Chan drove, occasionally glancing at the roadside.

Time ticked by, and suddenly, a heavy rain began to fall, pelting the car windows with a loud pitter-patter.

Lu Chan turned on the wipers, her anxiety and impatience growing. She had to slow down.

The red light ahead turned green, but the line of cars remained motionless.

Leaning out the window, Lu Chan saw a crowd gathered about two hundred meters ahead.

After a moment’s observation, she decisively turned the steering wheel and pulled over to the side of the road.

Lu Chan got out of the car and strode toward the crowd.

Amidst the swish-swish of the rain, a man and a woman were arguing loudly.

“You hit her! You’re responsible!” the woman shouted.

“If you hadn’t been driving against traffic, I wouldn’t have hit her! You should pay the medical bills!” the man retorted, refusing to back down.

The pair argued heatedly, their faces flushed, while onlookers pointed and gossiped.

Lu Chan’s gaze cut through the crowd, spotting a slender figure leaning against a flowerbed.

She could clearly see red marks on the person’s knees and arms.

The electric scooter used for delivering food had been damaged in the collision, its parts scattered across the ground.

Lu Chan’s eyes narrowed. She immediately rushed over, helped Mu Jin up, and asked, “Xiao Jin, are you okay?”

Hearing a familiar voice, Mu Jin looked up in surprise. A hint of vulnerability unconsciously surfaced in her usually composed eyes.

She pressed her lips together, suppressing the sob that threatened to rise from her throat.

“I’m fine,” Mu Jin mouthed, shaking her head.

The car had crashed into her scooter, damaging it beyond repair. Fortunately, she hadn’t sustained any serious injuries.

However, the impact had thrown her off the scooter, scraping her skin in several places and shattering her electronic devices, leaving her unable to type.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Lu Chan said, relieved after reading Mu Jin’s lips. Her voice deepened as she asked, “Can you walk?”

Mu Jin nodded obediently, leaning cautiously against Lu Chan for support.

Suddenly, she stiffened, a searing heat erupting at the nape of her neck.

The rain intensified, icy droplets pelting her skin. Normally, she would have felt a chill, but instead, a scorching heat surged through her body.

Mu Jin bit her lip, her dark eyes misting over. The glands at the back of her neck burned with an unbearable intensity.

The surrounding chaos—the cacophony of arguing men and women mingling with the relentless rain—seemed distant and muffled. All her senses were focused on the searing heat radiating from her glands.

The pheromones of the S-Class Alpha beside her aggressively invaded every cell in her body, intensifying the burning sensation within her.

Mu Jin’s breathing grew heavier, her face flushing crimson.

Lu Chan, who had been closely observing Mu Jin’s movements, noticed her body growing increasingly hot. Her eyes sharpened as she pulled out her phone and sent a message.

“My assistant will handle this matter. Don’t even think about escaping,” Lu Chan warned coldly, putting away her phone.

The noisy crowd fell silent instantly, intimidated by Lu Chan’s imposing aura. None dared to argue.

Lu Chan glanced around before half-supporting Mu Jin toward the nearest hotel.

The rain was so heavy it nearly blurred their vision. By the time they reached the hotel, both were completely drenched.

Lu Chan glanced down and swept Mu Jin into a horizontal carry. “Xiao Jin, hang in there. I’ll get you to the hotel.”

“Suppressant…” Mu Jin’s crimson lips parted slightly, trying to tell Lu Chan about the Omega Suppressant in her bag in the car, but only muffled whimpers escaped.

“Don’t worry, everything will be alright,” Lu Chan reassured her, softening her voice and releasing her own pheromones.

The scent of lime wafted through the rain. Mu Jin’s heart raced as she instinctively tightened her grip around Lu Chan’s neck, burying her face in her shoulder and inhaling deeply.

The sudden warmth of Mu Jin’s breath against her rain-soaked neck made Lu Chan’s body stiffen. Her eyes darkened as she quickened her pace toward the hotel.

Lu Chan booked a luxurious suite on the hotel’s top floor, offering excellent views and soundproofing.

She gently placed Mu Jin on the sofa and retrieved a dry towel from the cabinet, wrapping it around Mu Jin’s body.

“Xiao Jin, how are you feeling?” Lu Chan asked anxiously.

Unlike Alphas, Omegas experience a heat cycle triggered by the pheromone scent released during their differentiation. The higher the Omega’s classification, the stronger this effect.

Before differentiation, most people keep Omega Suppressants on hand to prevent losing control of their heat cycle after becoming an Omega. While Alphas’ glands also heat up during differentiation, they aren’t affected by heat cycles.

Mu Jin shook her head slightly, her slender fingers clenching the towel’s edge. She lowered her head, her long lashes sweeping down to conceal the light in her eyes.

The gland at the nape of her neck burned hotter, her cheeks flushed deeper red, and her entire body felt like it was trapped in a furnace, her bl00d boiling.

Yet despite this, no Omega pheromone scent filled the room.

Mu Jin bit her lip, the light in her eyes dimming.

When other Omegas differentiate, they release potent pheromones that attract Alphas, but she couldn’t.

Even the surging heat within her body couldn’t overwhelm her rationality.

If it weren’t for the feverish heat radiating from her glands, no one would have known she was undergoing differentiation.

Watching Mu Jin sit obediently, head bowed and curled into a soft, adorable ball like a fluffy dumpling, Lu Chan felt a tightness in her throat. Her eyes flickered as she released her own pheromones, maintaining a calm tone as she asked, “There are no Omega Suppressants here. Should I mark you?”

Her slightly husky voice carried an inexplicable allure.

The air filled with an intensely assertive lime scent. Mu Jin’s heart raced, and her body temperature soared uncontrollably.

The Alpha’s pheromones soothed the turmoil within her, yet simultaneously ignited an even deeper longing.

Mu Jin looked up, her eyes glistening with moisture, cheeks flushed crimson, and lips as soft and inviting as a ripe fruit, begging to be tasted.

Lu Chan leaned down, casting the person on the sofa into shadow. Her voice hoarse, she repeated, “There are no Omega Suppressants here. Should I mark you?”

Mu Jin parted her lips slightly, and in the next instant, a soft warmth pressed against them.

With each breath, she inhaled the intoxicating lime scent. She couldn’t help but close her eyes, her lips parting slightly.

Lu Chan cradled Mu Jin in her arms, carefully sucking on her soft, moist lips.

She kissed her slowly, earnestly, as if treating a precious treasure.

Their breaths intertwined, merging into a single, inseparable rhythm.

In the quiet room, only their panting breaths could be heard.

After repeatedly tasting and licking Mu Jin’s tender lips, Lu Chan reluctantly lifted her head, her voice hoarse as she asked, “Xiao Jin, are you feeling better now?”

At the sound of her voice, Mu Jin opened her eyes, a fleeting moment of confusion flickering through her misty gaze.

She unconsciously pursed her lips, her cheeks flushing crimson as she lowered her head.

After a long pause, she gave a barely perceptible nod.

A hint of indulgent amusement flickered in Lu Chan’s eyes as she suppressed her pheromones.

She reached out to touch Mu Jin’s feverish glands, a pang of regret tugging at her heart.

Even though Mu Jin’s pheromones were odorless, they still stirred her desire.

Lu Chan had always considered herself aloof and not particularly driven by lust. Yet, seeing Mu Jin so soft and docile before her, she couldn’t resist the urge to completely mark her.

But Mu Jin was clearly awake now, no longer needing the soothing influence of Alpha pheromones.

She couldn’t force herself on her.

Having witnessed Mu Jin’s differentiation process and claimed her first kiss, Lu Chan was already content.

Lu Chan suppressed the agitation in her heart, reached out to brush Mu Jin’s hair, and said in a low voice, “Go take a shower first. I’ll have someone bring over two sets of clothes.”

Mu Jin nodded obediently, clutching the towel tightly as she shuffled toward the bathroom.

Watching her waddle forward like a penguin, Lu Chan’s heart felt like it was melting. She had to restrain herself from rushing over to embrace that petite figure.

After drinking a glass of water to calm her racing thoughts, Lu Chan pulled out her phone and made a call.

The other end answered quickly, and Wen Rou’s deliberately hushed voice came through the line. “President Lu, I’m at the police station with them. Both have confessed.”

“Good. This matter cannot be settled privately. They must face the consequences,” Lu Chan said coldly, her eyes blazing with anger.

“Understood, President Lu. I’ll handle it properly. Is there anything else?” Wen Rou asked softly.

“Send over two sets of clothes,” Lu Chan said, giving the sizes. After a pause, she added, “Deliver them in an hour.”

Wen Rou found this odd.

Judging by Lu Chan’s tone, she clearly needed the clothes urgently, yet she was asking for them to be delivered later.

Moreover, the two sets of clothes were different sizes.

A strong urge to gossip welled up within Wen Rou, but she dared not ask more.

Mu Jin leaned against the bathroom wall, letting the warm water cascade over her.

She reached back to touch the nape of her neck, where it still felt slightly warm, but no pheromone scent leaked out.

An Omega without pheromones, even one of S-Class, couldn’t escape ridicule.

Now that Lu Chan had fully discovered her secret, Mu Jin didn’t know how to face her.

She tilted her head back, gazing at the white light overhead, tears sliding down her cheeks along with the water droplets.

She mechanically washed her body, her fingers finding her skin softer and more tender than before.

And far more sensitive.

Mu Jin scrubbed a little too hard. By the time she finished, her body was flushed red.

The scraped skin from when she had been knocked down earlier was now seeping faint streaks of bl00d.

The pain receptors amplified tenfold, assaulting her nerves. Mu Jin winced, gently wiping away the bl00d with a towel.

She softened her touch, but the slightly rough towel still stung her skin.

Differentiating into an Omega made her skin more delicate and sensitive, her senses heightened, but it also made her more vulnerable.

A careless movement could lead to injury, and the pain would be amplified by her heightened senses.

Normally, she would have ignored this minor scrape, but now it made her wince.

Mu Jin puffed out her cheeks and wrapped the bath towel securely around herself.

Knowing Lu Chan was waiting outside, she lacked the courage to open the door.

She feared seeing disgust or bewilderment in those cool, clear eyes.

Lu Chan had been waiting outside for half an hour. The sound of running water had stopped, but Mu Jin still hadn’t emerged.

Growing concerned, Lu Chan walked over and knocked on the door. “Xiao Jin, are you done bathing? Are you feeling alright?”

After a moment of silence, there was still no response.

Lu Chan’s eyes darkened. She pushed the door open forcefully and immediately saw a drooping head.

Her gaze swept over the scene, and she couldn’t help but gasp.

It’s common knowledge that after differentiating into an Omega, one becomes more beautiful and captivating.

Especially for an S-Class Omega like Mu Jin, the transformation could only be described as breathtaking.

Mu Jin’s skin, already pale, had become even whiter, like fine jade radiating a soft glow.

Her raven-black, silky hair cascaded over her delicate collarbones, the stark contrast of black and white creating a striking visual impact.

Lu Chan could only imagine how exquisitely soft and supple the body beneath the bath towel must be.

Lu Chan’s heart skipped a beat as her gaze swept over Mu Jin, finally settling on her reddened arm. She asked softly, “Xiao Jin, does your wound still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Mu Jin quickly waved her hand, suppressing her inner unease. She looked up with a radiant smile and pointed toward the bathroom.

Lu Chan nodded in understanding. “I’ll go take a shower now.”

With that, Lu Chan entered the bathroom.

Hearing the door close behind her, Mu Jin quietly exhaled in relief, unconsciously touching the back of her neck.

After standing still for a moment, she gently curved her lips into a faint smile.

Catching the lingering scent of lime in the air, Mu Jin couldn’t resist lightly touching her lips. A delicate blush instantly bloomed across her fair cheeks.

Mu Jin glanced back at the bathroom, where the sound of rushing water echoed like her own pounding heartbeat, loud and clear.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

Just as she reached for the hairdryer, the room rang with a phone call.

Looking around, Mu Jin’s gaze landed on the bedside table, where Lu Chan’s phone lay.

She walked over and picked it up, her finger hovering over the answer button before quickly withdrawing it.

Carrying the phone to the bathroom door, Mu Jin knocked.

A moment later, the door opened, revealing a beautiful, bare body.

Mu Jin glanced at it once before immediately lowering her head, her face flushed as she extended the phone with both hands.

Lu Chan glanced down at her own nakedness, then calmly took the phone.

Closing the door, Lu Chan pressed the answer button and spoke first, “Has the clothes been delivered yet?”

“President Lu, the rain is torrential. I’m stuck in traffic and won’t arrive for at least another half hour,” Wen Rou said cautiously.

“Mm, understood,” Lu Chan replied before hanging up.

She glanced at the phone, noticing several missed calls.

There were calls from Mu Jin’s mother and her own mother.

A flicker of calculation crossed Lu Chan’s eyes as she immediately called Yan Zhu back.

The phone was answered after only one ring, and Yan Zhu’s anxious voice came through the line. “President Lu, have you found Xiao Jin? She hasn’t returned, and I can’t reach her on her phone.”

“Aunt Yan, don’t worry. Xiao Jin is fine. She’s with me now. I’ll take her home when the rain eases up,” Lu Chan assured her.

“Really? I want to talk to Xiao Jin,” Yan Zhu said, her voice trembling with worry.

Lu Chan lowered her gaze, thinking for a moment before replying, “Xiao Jin’s electronic device is broken. I’ll have her video call you.”

“Okay… Thank you so much,” Yan Zhu said, wiping away her tears, her heart finally easing.

Lu Chan wrapped a towel around herself, changed her phone’s wallpaper to a landscape photo, and stepped out of the bathroom. “Aunt Yan wants to video call you,” she told Mu Jin.

Before she could finish speaking, the video call ringtone sounded.

Lu Chan pressed the answer button and handed the phone to Mu Jin.

Seeing Yan Zhu’s worried face on the screen, Mu Jin smiled sweetly and slowly mouthed, “Mom, I’m okay.”

“I’m so glad you’re safe. You’ve been out for so long without calling. Do you know how worried I was?” Yan Zhu said, her eyes reddening as she turned away from the camera to wipe them.

Mu Jin’s eyes immediately reddened. She instinctively tried to type on her device, but no sound came out.

She waved her fingers frantically, trying to explain, but her single hand couldn’t form the precise gestures.

Seeing her distress, Lu Chan sat beside Mu Jin and spoke into the phone, “Aunt Yan, Xiao Jin had a little accident. Her phone and electronic device broke.”

“Was it a car accident? Is she alright?” Yan Zhu asked urgently, leaning closer to the phone to get a better look.

Mu Jin waved her hand quickly, flashed a sweet smile, and glanced up at Lu Chan.

Understanding the signal, Lu Chan continued, “Xiao Jin’s fine, just got a bit wet. We’ll head back as soon as my assistant brings over some dry clothes.”

“Thank you, President Lu,” Yan Zhu said gratefully, letting out a sigh of relief. Her gaze fell on Mu Jin’s bath towel.

Before she could speak, Lu Chan abruptly ended the video call.

Mu Jin blinked in confusion and looked up at Lu Chan.

“The phone’s out of battery,” Lu Chan said calmly, her expression unchanged, as she plugged the nearly fully charged phone into the charger.

She still hadn’t figured out how to explain her opportunistic actions today.

Most large hotels and public places stocked Omega Suppressants, and this hotel was no exception.

The moment Mu Jin showed signs of going into heat, Lu Chan’s first instinct should have been to request a Suppressant from the hotel.

But driven by selfish desires, she didn’t do that.

This rare sight of her wife’s differentiation was a momentous occasion, one that she naturally wanted to personally mark.

Lu Chan lowered her gaze, lost in thought, when she suddenly felt a light touch on her arm.

She turned to meet a pair of bright, expectant eyes.

Noticing the hairdryer in Mu Jin’s hand, Lu Chan paused for a moment before asking softly, “Do you want me to dry your hair?”

Mu Jin blinked in surprise, then broke into a radiant smile and nodded gently.

Lu Chan turned to retrieve the hairdryer from the cabinet. When she returned, she found Mu Jin already seated, her hands resting demurely on her knees, looking utterly docile and obedient.

For a fleeting moment, Lu Chan felt as though she had been transported back to their wedding day.

The only difference was that Mu Jin’s eyes were brighter than in their previous life, and the small dimples at the corners of her mouth carried a vibrant, youthful energy.

Snapping out of her reverie, Lu Chan switched on the hairdryer and gently lifted strands of Mu Jin’s hair with her fingers.

The soft, black strands slid smoothly between her fingertips, tracing graceful arcs in the air.

On countless nights in the past, she had held Mu Jin’s hair like this, savoring the delicate texture beneath her fingers.

Lu Chan’s gaze deepened, her cool eyes tracing the slender curve of Mu Jin’s neck downward, sweeping across her graceful shoulders before settling on the edge of the bath towel.

She stared blankly for a moment, involuntarily recalling the sensation of holding that soft body in her arms.

“Ahem, ahem.” Lu Chan’s throat tightened, and she couldn’t help but cough lightly twice.

Mu Jin turned, blinking her eyes with concern.

“It’s nothing,” Lu Chan replied coldly, her icy expression betraying none of her inner thoughts.

Mu Jin smiled softly and obediently turned back to sit still.

Lu Chan froze, then snapped out of her reverie, a faint smile curving her lips.

Her little wife had always been so gentle and obedient, gradually winning her over.

Before meeting Mu Jin, she had held no expectations for marriage. Marrying anyone would have been the same to her.

It was Mu Jin who had melted her icy heart, giving marriage true meaning and making her yearn to spend the rest of her life with someone.

In this lifetime, she would be with the person before her.

Lu Chan’s lips curved into a smile, her fingers growing even gentler.

Seeing that her hair was almost dry, Lu Chan turned off the hairdryer and took the opportunity to gently tousle Mu Jin’s hair. “All done,” she said.

“Thank you, Sister Chan,” Mu Jin replied, standing up with a crescent-moon smile. She pointed to the hairdryer and made a gesture.

Slightly puzzled, Lu Chan handed her the hairdryer.

“Let me dry your hair,” Mu Jin said, pointing to the chair and beaming.

Lu Chan guessed her meaning and nodded, sitting down.

Soon, the hum of the hairdryer filled the air, and a slender hand began threading through her hair.

Mu Jin’s technique was clearly superior to Lu Chan’s, maintaining a perfect distance to prevent the hot air from burning her cheeks.

Lu Chan half-closed her eyes in contentment, savoring the comfortable pressure.

Gazing ahead, she saw their reflections in the vanity mirror. Mu Jin’s earnest, focused face was clearly visible.

Perhaps because she was standing, each time Mu Jin raised her arm, the edge of her bath towel shifted.

Lu Chan couldn’t help but open her eyes, her gaze fixed on the loosening towel.

Mu Jin, completely focused on Lu Chan, remained oblivious to the danger.

After a moment’s contemplation, Lu Chan closed her eyes again.

The moment the towel slipped, Lu Chan’s eyes flickered. She stared intently for a few seconds before pointing at the mirror.

Mu Jin blinked in confusion and followed Lu Chan’s gaze.

When she saw her own pale reflection in the mirror, she gasped in surprise, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment.

Mu Jin frantically switched off the hairdryer, then bent down to grab the fallen towel, wrapping it haphazardly around herself.

Lu Chan watched calmly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Once Mu Jin had secured the towel, Lu Chan rose gracefully, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and said in a low voice, “Almost done.”

Mu Jin nodded hastily, her round eyes fixed on her toes, too embarrassed to look around.

Only when she felt Lu Chan’s warm presence move away did she dare to steal a glance upward, clutching the towel tightly.

In just an hour, they had already seen each other’s bodies.

Though she had only glimpsed Lu Chan’s figure, Mu Jin could still vividly recall every detail.

Lu Chan had a perfect physique: smooth, flawless skin and long, slender legs.

Crystalline droplets of water trickled down her thick, dark hair, tracing paths across her delicate collarbones before landing on her flat abdomen, radiating an irresistible allure.

Under the soft glow of the lamp, Lu Chan’s coolly beautiful face radiated a captivating porcelain-like radiance. Her sharp, piercing eyes seemed to possess a soul-stirring power, exuding an inviolable beauty and aloofness.

Even now, recalling that moment, Mu Jin couldn’t help but feel her heart race and her cheeks flush crimson, her breath coming in hot, ragged gasps.

“Xiao Jin, what’s wrong? Are you feeling hot?” Lu Chan asked, her gaze drifting to the air conditioner remote.

Mu Jin shook her head frantically, lowering her eyes as she hurried into the bathroom.

A flicker of curiosity crossed Lu Chan’s face, but after a moment’s thought, she decided not to follow.

She picked up her phone and dialed Wen Rou’s number. “How much longer?”

“President Lu, I’ll be there immediately,” Wen Rou replied anxiously.

“Hmm,” Lu Chan said, hanging up and settling on the edge of the bed.

Staring at the bathroom door, Lu Chan felt a pang of regret for her earlier selfishness.

She should have warned Mu Jin before the towel slipped.

Though they were both women, one was an Omega and the other an Alpha. Their secondary genders differed, preventing them from acting as carelessly as they had before their differentiation.

After all, an Omega exposing her body to an Alpha was hardly a dignified matter.

If word got out, Mu Jin would face ridicule.

Lu Chan frowned slightly, letting out a rare, soft sigh.

In the future, she needed to be more mindful of such matters, ensuring she never harmed Mu Jin’s dignity or reputation.

For now, her immediate concern was how to face Mu Jin’s mother.