The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 1

Gu Muchu spent ten minutes coming to terms with the fact that she had transmigrated into a novel.

She lifted her long lashes and gazed at the Omega pointing a knife at her, her heart a mix of conflicting emotions.

“Shameless!” The Omega spat, her teeth clenched tight, her voice trembling. Only her peach blossom eyes burned with wary loathing.

She looked ready to fight to the death if Gu Muchu dared approach.

The room was thick with a cloyingly sweet scent. The Alpha’s innate pheromone suppression forced Ji Yuran to restrain her violently shaking hand.

The scene before her felt familiar. Recalling the ABO novel she had recently read, All-Round Queen of the Screen, Gu Muchu rubbed her temples, her head throbbing.

In the story, the female lead Ji Yuran’s career was fraught with obstacles. Early on, she caught the eye of the malicious supporting female character, Gu Muchu. The Original Self used her power to force Ji Yuran into marriage, and within days of the wedding, attempted to force herself on her.

Ji Yuran refused to submit, even at the cost of her life. But an Omega’s instinctual obedience to Alphas was ingrained in her very bones. No matter how fiercely she resisted, the Original Self had countless ways to torment her.

Once the Original Self had tasted her flesh, she quickly lost interest, finally revealing her true nature. She spent her days chasing after other women, and whenever she faced setbacks, she took her frustrations out on Ji Yuran.

To exact her revenge, Ji Yuran suppressed her sharp edges. After biding her time and gathering her strength, she surgically removed her own gland and publicly exposed the Original Self’s years of abuse.

At the end of the book, the Original Self was imprisoned, while Ji Yuran thrived in the entertainment industry, ultimately winning the title of All-Round Queen of the Screen.

A classic revenge story.

If the one being humiliated wasn’t Gu Muchu herself.

Seeing the ending left her feeling lost and empty. Her heartache for Ji Yuran lingered, making it impossible for her to move on.

She remembered her early days in the industry, when her agent dragged her to endless social gatherings, forcing her to serve drinks, flatter executives, and endure constant humiliation—a relentless grind that eventually gave her a stomach ulcer.

This shared experience resonated deeply with the character’s plight. Now, having transmigrated into the Original Self’s body, she could feel Ji Yuran’s despair firsthand, as if looking into a mirror of her past self.

A pang of sympathy struck Gu Muchu. She wanted to comfort the Omega before her, but the situation was far more complicated than she’d imagined.

The Omega’s crisp, sweet-and-sour pheromones assaulted her senses, making her body burn with heat. Impatiently, she loosened her tightly buttoned collar, a sense of foreboding rising in her chest.

This gesture only startled Ji Yuran further. She retreated frantically, her half-draped clothes slipping to reveal a smooth shoulder and delicate collarbone.

Behind her lay the unlocked, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, usually kept locked. The cool summer night breeze that drifted in did nothing to alleviate the stifling tension in the room.

The curtain billowed, revealing a distant vista of ten thousand twinkling lights dotting the night sky. Inside, a tense standoff hung in the air.

Ji Yuran retreated further until her back pressed against the window. A slight lean backward would send her tumbling out.

Gu Muchu unconsciously furrowed her delicate brows, her gaze drifting downward to fix on the sharp fruit knife. She remained motionless for a long moment.

“Ji Yuran, come back,” Gu Muchu’s voice was husky and hazy, tinged with an almost imperceptible tenderness as it mingled with the pheromone-laden atmosphere.

These words clearly failed to move Ji Yuran. She retreated again, her palm sweating as she gripped the knife handle.

Seeing Ji Yuran’s back pressed against the bay window, Gu Muchu’s heart sank. Seizing the moment while Ji Yuran was distracted, she swiftly moved in front of her.

The sudden movement startled the Omega. She wildly swung the knife, aiming for Gu Muchu, but her attack was easily parried.

The instant Gu Muchu grasped Ji Yuran’s wrist, she felt the distinct delicacy of her slender bones.

Ji Yuran’s frame was petite and her figure lean, making it difficult to reconcile her with the spirited heroine of the novel.

The fruit knife clattered to the floor. To reassure her, Gu Muchu patiently explained, “I won’t touch you.”

The mingled scents of wild rose and black cherry pheromones swirled around Ji Yuran’s nose, causing her entire body to tremble. The drug coursing through her veins left her limbs weak and pliant.

Half-embraced in the Alpha’s arms, her wrist was gripped and raised, her lower back pressed not against the cold window frame but into Gu Muchu’s damp palm.

Ignoring the turmoil in her heart, their current posture resembled that of intimate lovers.

Ji Yuran closed her eyes in resignation. True to her word, Gu Muchu released her wrist, reached up to close the window, and locked the latch securely.

The clamor of traffic outside was muffled, leaving only the reflection of Ji Yuran’s exquisite features in the glass.

Gu Muchu was undeniably beautiful. Her fan-shaped double eyelids curved gently when she smiled, radiating a gentle and refined aura—a stark contrast to Ji Yuran’s aloof and aristocratic demeanor.

Having finished securing the window, Gu Muchu turned back to find the Omega had somehow distanced herself, her entire being radiating resistance.

Perhaps sensing Gu Muchu’s unusual willingness to compromise tonight, Ji Yuran pulled her white shirt higher, feigning composure as she covered her partially exposed body.

Despite her forced calm, the tremor in her voice betrayed her true emotions.

“Gu Muchu, what trick are you planning now?” Ji Yuran attributed this unusual behavior to Gu Muchu devising a new method of torment. In her eyes, Gu Muchu was a hypocritical sadist, like an untamed wildcat, skilled at extending her sharp claws to torture her prey until it was on the verge of death before finally relenting.

However, Gu Muchu’s reaction was unexpected. Ji Yuran watched as she walked to the bedside table, crouched down, and pulled open the drawer, rummaging through its contents.

Gu Muchu was searching for pheromone-blocking patches.

Before coming to the ABO World, she had never imagined the terrifying extent to which pheromones could dominate a person. Even if she had no intention of touching Ji Yuran, the alluring lemon scent emanating from her body was like a fragrant dessert placed right before her—enough to stir anyone’s desires on a warm summer night.

She absolutely couldn’t repeat the mistakes of her original self.

But Gu Muchu had forgotten that the original self had been hot-tempered and unrestrained. After differentiating into an Alpha, she had only grown more arrogant, reveling in her sense of superiority. In her eyes, Omegas were mere possessions.

She would never abandon her badge of honor—everything that proved her dominance over others, including her pheromones—for Ji Yuran.

Naturally, pheromone-blocking patches were nowhere to be found in this house.

Accepting this reality, Gu Muchu let out a long sigh. She fumbled for her phone on the messy bedside table, relying on hazy memory to find Shen Yiyan’s contact information.

Shen Yiyan and the Original Self’s relationship wasn’t terrible, but it certainly wasn’t good. Their families had business dealings years ago, but when Shen Yiyan went abroad to pursue a medical doctorate, their connection severed. They only recently reconnected after Shen Yiyan returned to China.

The original novel had mentioned that because Shen Yiyan was a Beta, the Original Self looked down on her.

Their friendship was far from the kind where they could call on each other at a moment’s notice, but for Ji Yuran’s sake, Gu Muchu couldn’t afford to hesitate.

“Are you free to come over right now?”

After some murmuring on the other end, the call disconnected.

Gu Muchu didn’t look at Ji Yuran. Instead, she walked to where the fruit knife had fallen, bent down, and picked it up.

The room was thick with pheromones. When she stood up, she lost her balance and staggered for a moment.

It felt as if a sharp object were pressing against her temple. The pervasive pheromones in the air screamed incessantly, assaulting her nerves. The Omega cowering in the corner was a blurry figure, as if shrouded in mist.

Ji Yuran possessed a striking, noble beauty that made her seem unapproachable under normal circumstances. Even in her current disheveled state, she still lifted her chin defiantly.

To the Original Self, she was undoubtedly one of the few Omegas capable of stirring a desire for conquest, a mere glance from afar enough to set one’s heart racing.

Gu Muchu prided herself on her composure, yet the emotions surging within her still made her lose focus.

Staying any longer would be dangerous.

She gripped the edge of the table, leaning against it as she gasped for breath.

Seeing the fruit knife in her hand, Ji Yuran instinctively curled her fingers, fearing Gu Muchu might use it to threaten her.

But she didn’t.

The Alpha raised her head, her long hair cascading smoothly over her shoulders, as if she had suppressed her usual ferocity and sharp edges.

She lifted the fruit knife, her stern tone tinged with reproach. “This blade is sharp. What if you cut yourself?”

Seeing Ji Yuran’s emotional instability, Gu Muchu couldn’t bring herself to be harsh. Softening her voice, she turned the blade toward herself.

“Confiscated.”

Her voice was clear and gentle, like that of an adult addressing a child who had made a mistake but didn’t deserve harsh punishment—resigned yet understanding.

Ji Yuran hadn’t expected this response, and confusion flickered in her eyes.

Tonight, Gu Muchu seemed… different.

Unable to articulate what she meant, Ji Yuran tilted her head slightly.

The gesture resembled that of a newborn animal, especially given her cat-like features—both clever and proud—making it all the more heart-wrenching.

Gu Muchu’s heart suddenly softened.

Shen Yiyan moved quickly, exchanging a few casual greetings before Gu Muchu watched her enter the house. Gu Muchu retrieved a barrier patch, brushed aside her long hair, and located her gland to apply it.

The gland felt like a protruding wrist bone, emitting a tingling, itchy sensation when touched. Alarmed, Gu Muchu hurried to the living room and opened a window, letting the breeze cool the flush on her cheeks.

As her restless, weakened body regained awareness, her consciousness returned. She didn’t know how much time had passed when the door behind her opened.

“How is she?” Gu Muchu turned to ask Shen Yiyan, who had emerged.

Shen Yiyan wore a sophisticated black blazer paired with a knee-length skirt, exuding mature elegance and allure.

Shrugging casually, Shen Yiyan said, “Be more careful next time. Using such a potent drug even once can be harmful to your health.”

Hearing the words “harmful to your health,” Gu Muchu straightened up, her expression tense. “Harmful? Then…”

“Relax, your precious Omega isn’t that fragile. I prescribed her medication. Just make sure she rests well for the next few days.” Shen Yiyan slung her tote bag over her shoulder and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Shen Yiyan whispered, “You’re a public figure, after all… try to maintain some restraint.”

Perhaps Gu Muchu’s tenderness toward Ji Yuran tonight had softened Shen Yiyan’s opinion, prompting her to offer a few extra words of advice.

After seeing Shen Yiyan off, Gu Muchu sank onto the sofa, letting her thoughts settle.

To possess Ji Yuran, the original Gu Muchu had resorted to any means necessary. To outsiders, she appeared to be a refined and courteous All-Round Queen of the Screen, but beneath the surface lay a rotten core.

As this realization dawned on her, a chill crept into Gu Muchu’s eyes, yet a secret relief bloomed in her heart.

Thank goodness I transmigrated here early enough, she thought. Otherwise, that scumbag would have ruined Ji Yuran’s life forever.

The crystal chandelier overhead cast a soft glow, reflecting her weary face in the glass coffee table.

Gu Muchu rose and walked to the master bedroom door. It was tightly shut, a faint light seeping through the crack.

After a moment’s hesitation, she lowered her hand, which had been about to knock.

Whether she offered an explanation or an apology, Ji Yuran clearly didn’t want to see her right now. It was best to give her space for the next few days, until their relationship had cooled down. Then she could plan her next move.

After careful consideration, Gu Muchu turned and headed toward the guest bedroom.

The guest room was spotless, its decor minimalist and elegant, every detail radiating deliberate coldness, like a meticulously arranged work of art.

After a quick tidying up, Gu Muchu took a shower. Emerging with damp hair, she glanced at the time on her phone screen.

Eleven o’clock.

In her original world, Gu Muchu never stayed up late to maintain her flawless skin.

She switched off the lights and lay down on the bed. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness, the furniture gradually took on hazy outlines, and the cool moonlight spilled across the windowsill.

So much had happened today. Even with her strong will, she felt overwhelmed.

The clear, aloof eyes of Ji Yuran resurfaced in her mind.

Ji Yuran possessed an indomitable spirit, a trait that often clashed with the industry’s cutthroat environment. Like an uncut gem, she shone with raw brilliance, untarnished by polish or refinement.

Gu Muchu admired those who remained untainted by ambition, but she knew her immediate concern should be herself.

With her future path now set, she needed to pacify Ji Yuran first to change her fate.

Like a tangled knot with no end in sight, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She decided to get up and drink a glass of warm milk to help her relax.

The living room coffee table was divided into distinct light and shadow, the light fractured into neat, rectangular shards that mingled with the moonlight on the wooden floor.

She gathered her disheveled hair and stepped into the kitchen, only to freeze at the sight of Ji Yuran.

Ji Yuran noticed her immediately. Their eyes met briefly in the air, and Ji Yuran’s expression turned wary as she retreated to the counter.

She hadn’t expected Gu Muchu to come out.

The Omega’s hair flowed like seaweed, accentuating her fair, delicate skin. The slanted lamplight cast her slender silhouette against the wall. She wore a pure white bathrobe that barely covered her knees, leaving her long, bare legs exposed.

Gu Muchu awkwardly averted her gaze.

Ji Yuran had been reaching for something to defend herself, but noticing Gu Muchu’s gaze, she realized how revealing her attire was.

Especially to a lecherous type like Gu Muchu, who would likely want to devour a beautiful, refined Omega whole.

Like a lamb straying into a pack of wolves, Ji Yuran stood frozen, watching the predatory gazes and undisguised lust, helpless in her place.

Feeling deeply violated, Ji Yuran’s hand unconsciously slid down the soft fabric of her robe, tugging the hem lower.