Her Little Mute Omega [Rebirth] - Chapter 3

At eighteen, Ye Xian differentiated into an A+ Class Omega. Shortly after, she became pregnant, married, and gave birth to Lu Chan.

Perhaps due to both her parents being A+ Class, Lu Chan excelled from a young age. Under her father’s strict tutelage, she matured far earlier than her peers. Even as a child, she possessed a clear and agile mind, capable of holding her own in debates with adults.

At seventeen, Lu Chan differentiated into an S-Class Alpha.

This event became a national sensation, with prominent newspapers and television stations clamoring to interview Lu Chan and her family. When asked how she had differentiated into an S-Class Alpha at such a young age, Lu Chan merely stared coldly at the camera, listening to her grandfather’s eloquent explanations beside her.

Fueled by media coverage, Lu Chan’s reputation as a prodigy spread nationwide, and many renowned Omegas sought to meet her.

Unfazed by the public frenzy, Lu Chan continued living her life exactly as before. The only change was the increasing number of Omegas around her, with frequent “chance encounters” and flirtatious advances.

Among them were many high-quality S-Class Omegas, but Lu Chan had no interest in such matters, focusing solely on her studies each day.

“Xiao Jin is so much more adorable,” Ye Xian said with a sigh and a smile, pulling Mu Jin down to sit beside her. “My own daughter is such a workaholic. She wears that icy expression all the time, making it hard for me, her own mother, to even have a conversation with her.”

Though her tone was mildly complaining, it was clear that her words carried a deep sense of pride and admiration.

Mu Jin smiled sweetly and listened quietly.

During their chats, Ye Xian often mentioned Lu Chan, not to boast, but simply because she couldn’t help talking about her own child when speaking to another child. She would share stories of Lu Chan’s remarkable achievements and occasional embarrassing moments with Mu Jin.

Even before they met, Mu Jin had already learned a great deal about Lu Chan through Ye Xian’s stories, including some of her personal preferences and habits.

“Xiao Jin, if you differentiate as an Omega—no matter the class—as long as your compatibility exceeds fifty percent, I’ll make Lu Chan marry you. How about that?” Ye Xian said half-jokingly, her eyes, which bore a striking resemblance to Lu Chan’s, softened with warmth.

She genuinely adored Mu Jin, buying her gifts for every holiday and treating her almost like a daughter.

Mu Jin, in turn, was remarkably well-behaved, never showing impatience even when the older woman rambled on and on.

How different from Lu Chan, who would freeze up after just a few words, her face icy with annoyance at being nagged.

Yet, even now, Mu Jin hadn’t differentiated, and her potential differentiation level remained unknown.

Typically, after differentiating at eighteen, one’s differentiation level would be determined. The lowest tier was Common, followed by A-Class, then A+.

S-Class was the highest and rarest tier.

According to regulations, regardless of whether the union was between Alphas, Omegas, or Betas, the compatibility rate had to exceed fifty percent.

This was to prevent adverse reactions during marking due to pheromone incompatibility.

Hearing this, Mu Jin smiled faintly, lowering her head without replying.

But beneath the table, her fingers clenched tightly together, soon damp with a fine sheen of sweat.

Lu Chan returned home from work and glanced around casually, noticing nothing had changed from two years ago.

Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that nothing had changed here in a decade.

“Miss Chan, the Chairman is in his study and requests your presence,” the butler greeted her respectfully.

“Did my grandfather mention what he wanted to discuss?” Lu Chan asked, her brow furrowing slightly as she walked.

“The Chairman only said to have you come to his study upon your return. He didn’t specify the matter,” the butler replied.

Lu Chan hummed in acknowledgment, already suspecting the reason.

After changing her clothes in her room, she walked down the second-floor corridor to Old Master Lu’s study.

Though her grandfather held only the nominal title of Chairman, he was the true power behind the Lu Family.

Even major decisions she wanted to make required his approval.

At her grandfather’s insistence, all three generations of the Lu Family lived together in this mansion, and even marriage wouldn’t change that.

The apartment she had purchased outside was only visited occasionally; most of the year was spent in this place governed by strict rules.

She had long grown accustomed to this regimented life, but Mu Jin’s innocent and lively nature likely wouldn’t thrive in such a stifling environment.

Old Master Lu’s room was located at the very center of the Lu Family villa, a nine-story structure facing south with panoramic views.

The old master resided on the fifth floor, a nod to the ancient Chinese concept of the “Nine-Five Dignity,” symbolizing supreme authority.

The other family members’ rooms were arranged in an arc around the old master’s quarters, evoking the image of stars orbiting the moon, a symbolic gesture of subservience.

Lu Chan’s father, as the eldest son, received a lavish villa built directly in front of the main structure as a wedding gift from the old master.

This prime location was a privilege reserved for A+-level Alphas. Now that the villa belonged to Lu Chan, it affirmed her status as the eldest granddaughter.

Once she married, her wife would also reside there.

The old master’s study occupied the entire first floor, a vast space of several hundred square meters housing over thirty bookshelves—almost a small library in itself.

Each shelf was crammed with books of all kinds, with the largest collection dedicated to Alpha and Omega studies, followed by historical and cultural research on ancient times.

In his youth, the old master had been a rebellious and unrestrained young man. Yet after settling down, he developed an increasing fondness for all things retro.

This desire for antiquity intensified after he became the head of the Lu Family, bordering on obsession.

From the outside, the study exuded a distinctly modern architectural style, grand yet elegant. But behind the deep crimson door lay another world entirely.

Lu Chan pushed open the door and glanced around the room, taking in its ancient and solemn decor before her gaze settled on a desk by the south-facing window.

There sat an elderly man with snow-white hair, dressed in a meticulously tailored suit. Even at home, his tie was neatly knotted.

A string of small-leaf sandalwood beads adorned his wrist, their surface polished to a lustrous crimson by time, radiating a sense of timeless composure and classical refinement.

His withered fingers gripped a black cane, its surface gleaming with a golden-black sheen under the sunlight streaming through the window.

“Grandfather, what did you want to see me about?” Lu Chan asked, her voice respectful yet distant as she stood before the desk.

“Lu Chan, you’re not getting any younger. It’s time you settled down and started a family,” the old man said with a benevolent smile, his sunken eyes still sharp and alert.

Lu Chan’s expression remained unchanged.

Knowing she disliked discussing this topic, the old man sighed heavily, his slightly hunched back appearing frail and aged. The crisp tap of his cane against the floor punctuated his sorrowful words: “Your father passed away early, and your mother is never home. This old man struggled to raise you, hoping to see you settled before he closes his eyes. Otherwise, I won’t rest in peace when I die.”

“Grandfather, you’re healthy and will live to be a hundred. You’ll definitely see me get married,” Lu Chan replied mechanically, her eyes devoid of emotion.

She had heard these words from the old man for over a decade, growing immune to their weight. Even now, reliving this moment stirred no ripple in her heart.

“My health deteriorates daily. I might be buried any day now,” the old man said, covering his mouth with a fist as he coughed lightly. He shakily raised his teacup, took a sip, and continued, “The other day, I visited your Uncle Duan’s family. Their daughter is gentle, intelligent, and a rare S-Class Omega. If our families were to unite through marriage, I could face your father in the afterlife with a clear conscience.”

After speaking, the old man coughed again, his frail appearance making him seem utterly vulnerable.

Lu Chan stood motionless, showing no intention of replying.

Playing the family card and threatening death were her grandfather’s usual tactics, and she had long grown accustomed to them.

“Lu Chan, do you truly want me to die with my eyes unclosed?” the old man demanded, striking his cane against the floor with a sharp, piercing sound.

A sorrowful expression crossed his aged face, as if he were helpless in the face of his disobedient child.

Only then did Lu Chan lift her gaze, glancing at the green leaves outside the window before saying, “Grandfather, you should rest well and focus on recuperating at home. Avoid going out unnecessarily.”

“If you truly cared about this old man, you would marry the Duan family’s S-Class Omega,” the old man retorted angrily, his cane striking the floor repeatedly with rapid, agitated thuds.

“I will marry an S-Class Omega, but not from the Duan family,” Lu Chan said coldly, turning to leave.

The vermilion gates slowly closed, gradually concealing the pair of cold, sharp eyes within.

Lu Chan returned to her room, her lips curving into a barely perceptible smile as she gazed at the familiar yet foreign surroundings.

Soon, this empty, desolate room would welcome a lively and adorable mistress.

The wardrobe, bedside, and bathroom would soon be filled with another person’s belongings.

On this massive bed, she would be able to sleep with a soft, warm body in her arms.

Lu Chan sat on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers tracing the dark-colored sheets. A faint tenderness flickered in her usually cold eyes.

She looked forward to the day when everything on the bed would be crimson red.

Red “double happiness” characters would be pasted on the frosted glass windows, and small red lanterns would hang above the door.

After the guests had finished celebrating, she would be able to lie in their new bedroom with her wife, savoring their private moments together.

The memories of their past intimacy remained etched in her body, and the glands at the back of her neck began to tingle at the thought.

Lu Chan’s breathing quickened, and a strong citrus scent of lime filled the air around her.

She closed her eyes, her mind flooded with images of Mu Jin beneath her, her eyes glistening with tears, her cheeks flushed with shyness.

That first time, she had been inexperienced and had likely hurt her.

This time, she would be gentle.

And she would try to make it last.