The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 10

Ji Yuran’s appearance struck Gu Muchu’s heart like a thunderbolt. She was mesmerized by the outfit, as if witnessing a lush, exquisite flower blooming in her palm.

The Omega’s figure was slender and graceful, her posture elegant and refined—neither too plump nor too frail. Her long neck disappeared into the collar, the smooth curve of her full chest flowed seamlessly, and her slightly concave abdomen cast subtle shadows on her thighs as she moved.

The cheongsam’s upper body showcased her figure to perfection. The only flaw was Ji Yuran’s deliberately evasive gaze, her eyes lowered and shoulders hunched.

The Original Self’s lewd, predatory stares had left deep psychological scars on Ji Yuran, a stark contrast to her former haughty demeanor.

Gu Muchu suddenly recalled that in the later half of the original novel, Ji Yuran had skyrocketed to fame with the Republican-era drama Love’s Destiny in Huating, quickly becoming a rising star. Her meteoric rise was unparalleled, leaving an indelible mark on her career.

And Ji Yuran’s current outfit seemed almost tailor-made for her character in that very drama.

No wonder Gu Muchu had been unable to tear her gaze away from the window display that day.

Despite hitting a wall with Wang Hanmo, Gu Muchu swiftly seized this fleeting idea. If she could track down the drama’s director, she might be able to advance the timeline and pave a smoother path for Ji Yuran’s career.

Gu Muchu’s heart pounded with renewed hope. But recalling the book’s description of Li Kai, she quickly regained her composure.

Unlike Wang Hanmo, who pursued grand and sweeping visuals, Li Kai excelled at capturing nuanced emotions and intricate details. From casting choices to the delicate knotwork on costumes, he meticulously refined every aspect of his craft.

Yet the stark reality remained: Li Kai had vanished from the industry. No matter how brilliant his techniques, investors wouldn’t extend an olive branch to someone who was essentially a ghost. Moreover, the script for Love’s Destiny in Huating hadn’t even been written yet.

Slightly calmer now, Gu Muchu realized her immediate priority was finding Li Kai.

The Alpha’s hand gripped Ji Yuran’s shoulder, her gaze drifting downward to linger on the other woman’s chin. Gu Muchu’s chin was delicately sculpted, its gentle curve lending her face a soft, approachable air.

The thought flashed through Ji Yuran’s mind like a fleeting spark before the Alpha’s burning gaze forced her to blink.

Why is she staring at me like that?

Ji Yuran stiffened, pursing her lips before speaking first. “Gu Muchu.”

The way she said Gu Muchu’s name was lovely, the sound rolling naturally off her tongue, a lingering tenderness beneath her icy demeanor.

Gu Muchu, startled back to awareness, murmured a soft “Hmm.”

The Omega lowered her lashes, her expression both demure and pure. Her slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a captivating glow, adding a touch of bewitching allure. Only then did Gu Muchu realize she was standing too close, and she released her grip, stepping back half a pace.

The lingering scent of gardenias faded from her nostrils, leaving an inexplicable emptiness in her heart. To break the awkward silence, she impulsively reached out and gently ruffled Ji Yuran’s hair.

The Omega’s hair was as dark as ink, its curved strands catching the sunlight, revealing translucent hints of reddish-brown. The strands felt wonderfully soft beneath her fingertips.

Gu Muchu murmured softly, “You look beautiful in vibrant colors.”

It wasn’t just her; anyone who saw Ji Yuran like this would find it impossible to look away. The cheongsam, far from appearing gaudy or frivolous on her, exuded an air of refined elegance.

The light pressure on her head vanished like a fleeting breeze. Ji Yuran froze, and by the time she realized what had happened, Gu Muchu had already withdrawn her hand.

This intimate gesture felt slightly presumptuous for their current relationship. Yet the Alpha had acted with such natural ease, as if treating Ji Yuran like a younger sister from next door.

Ji Yuran’s chest suddenly tightened with irritation. Perhaps it was the secret annoyance of being taken advantage of, or perhaps it was Gu Muchu’s condescending attitude, treating her like a junior.

I’m not a child, she thought.

“I know,” Ji Yuran muttered, turning her head away in frustration, her bangs brushing against her neck. “It’s just… you never let me wear this before.”

The Omega’s voice was muffled and nasal, making Gu Muchu find her utterly adorable. Gu Muchu cupped her hand over her mouth and chuckled softly.

“Alright,” she drawled, her tone unusually indulgent. “From now on, you can wear whatever you want. I won’t interfere. Okay?”

Before Ji Yuran could reply, Gu Muchu added, “Anyway, in my eyes, you look the most beautiful and adorable in anything you wear.”

Girls Ji Yuran’s age crave genuine compliments, and she was no exception.

As expected, the corners of the Omega’s lips twitched upward—a natural reaction. Realizing her slip, Ji Yuran hastily composed herself, letting out a cool, dismissive hum. “Of course I know I’m cute and beautiful!”

Like a kitten rewarded with a treat, Ji Yuran swayed her soft, fluffy tail and tilted her head high, her true feelings impossible to conceal despite her feigned composure.

Gu Muchu chuckled, tilting her head to study Ji Yuran. “You’re really… so adorable.”

Unlike before, this compliment was clearly genuine, prompted by Ji Yuran’s current behavior.

Ji Yuran wasn’t lacking for praise in her life. The old Gu Muchu had also complimented her, but her motives had been impure, like admiring a delicate crystal figurine in her palm, her eyes betraying an unmistakable predatory desire.

This time was different.

Ji Yuran’s mind went blank, her ears ringing with a chaotic din. She parted her lips slightly, unsure how to react, her cheeks flushing with a clear, rising blush.

This Gu Muchu has become so sharp-tongued since that night. She’s definitely trying to lull me into a false sense of security, like boiling a frog slowly. I won’t fall for her cheap flattery!

She’s clearly a seasoned player in the game of love. She must have charmed countless others to become so practiced at this.

Convinced she had seen through the Alpha’s deceptive facade, Ji Yuran grew increasingly indignant. She glared fiercely at Gu Muchu, spun around, and stormed into the master bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her.

Gu Muchu watched helplessly as Ji Yuran’s expression shifted from delight to coldness, and finally to furious embarrassment. She stood frozen, utterly bewildered.

What just happened?

As late summer approached, the oppressive heat and incessant cicada buzz gradually faded into silence, slowly brewing the crisp coolness of early autumn.

Since Gu Muchu signed her contract with No. 1 Media, the film studio had already begun preparations. It wouldn’t be long before she had to pack her belongings and move into the production team’s quarters.

She truly didn’t want to leave the person at home.

Over the past few days, the two had lived in peaceful harmony, gradually developing the beginnings of a comfortable routine. Everything was progressing in a positive direction, just as Gu Muchu had hoped.

Meanwhile, she continued searching for Li Kai. Now obscure and unknown, Gu Muchu could only try her luck, searching for a needle in a haystack.

In the quiet, cramped elevator, the smooth walls reflected her furrowed brow. Her fingers twisted a palm-sized business card back and forth.

She had heard that this person was an alumnus of the same department as Li Kai, and after much effort, she had finally managed to obtain this information.

I hope this time won’t disappoint me again.

Arriving at the correct floor, Gu Muchu tucked away the business card and swiftly swiped her fingers across the keypad. With a beep, the door popped open a crack.

A wisp of cool air brushed against her arm, and Gu Muchu paused.

Is someone home?

She placed her crossbody bag on the low cabinet by the door, slipped into her slippers, and entered the living room. As expected, Ji Yuran was curled up in a corner of the sofa, engrossed in the latest hit drama.

Although Ji Yuran knew Gu Muchu wouldn’t deliberately make things difficult for her, the moment Gu Muchu stood in the living room, Ji Yuran felt the urge to hide her potato chips.

Apart from her die-hard fans on Weibo, Ji Yuran hadn’t yet entered the public eye and therefore didn’t bother managing her figure. Yet every time she snacked, Gu Muchu would give her a disapproving look.

But why should I listen to Gu Muchu? she thought.

Perhaps Gu Muchu’s silent indulgence had emboldened Ji Yuran. Like a triumphant little lion, she wagged her tail and began munching on the chips as if no one else were in the room.

The crunching was loud enough to drown out the TV.

Gu Muchu knew Ji Yuran was being petulant. She sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation, and glanced at the unopened bag of puffed snacks on the coffee table.

She walked over, took the snacks away, and as expected, Ji Yuran clutched the bag of chips in her hands, glaring daggers at Gu Muchu.

“Why are you back so early today? Don’t you have filming?” Gu Muchu asked, feigning indifference. Though she tolerated Ji Yuran’s boldness in her presence, she knew the girl couldn’t be indulged all the time.

She seized the opportunity to change the subject, having reviewed Ji Yuran’s schedule earlier—today was far from a leisurely day.

The oversized pink shirt revealed the Omega’s petite frame. As expected, Ji Yuran’s attention shifted. She casually replied, “Oh, I finished my scenes early and came back.”

“Did you wrap up filming?” Gu Muchu opened the cabinet in front of Ji Yuran, revealing shelves crammed with low-fat snacks and the occasional bag of potato chips, which she promptly shoved to the back.

She’s quite resourceful, digging out even the ones I hid so deep.

Gu Muchu stood on tiptoe, stuffed all the snacks back into the cabinet, and locked the door without hesitation.

The sharp click of the lock extinguished the light in Ji Yuran’s eyes. She listlessly turned away, her enthusiasm vanishing instantly. She mumbled a perfunctory response, just to get it over with.

Seeing her dejected state, Gu Muchu felt a pang of helplessness. She tidied up the fruit plate scattered on the coffee table. “Since you’ve wrapped up filming, take some time to rest. I’ll take you out for lunch to celebrate.”

The moment Ji Yuran heard they were going out, her peach blossom eyes lit up, but she quickly suppressed her excitement with a short “Oh.”

“Hurry up and get changed,” Gu Muchu urged. Ji Yuran scurried into the master bedroom, her footsteps betraying her barely concealed joy.

Inside the master bedroom, Ji Yuran entered the walk-in closet. Rows of exquisite cocktail dresses hung neatly on the racks, enough to make any girl’s heart flutter. Many had been gifts from Gu Muchu, a habit the Alpha seemed to have developed.

Reaching the end of the closet, Ji Yuran was about to grab her usual pure white maxi dress when a sentence from a few days ago suddenly flashed through her mind:

“You look stunning in vibrant colors.”

Her face flushed uncontrollably. Clutching the hanger with the white dress, she hesitated for a moment before slowly sliding her fingers across the rack, stopping at a sapphire blue off-shoulder tea dress.

Ji Yuran casually picked it up to examine it. Not bad, she thought. She slipped it on and walked over to the full-length mirror to check her reflection.

Realizing what she was doing, she felt a moment of awkwardness before quickly dismissing it.

I just want to wear it, she told herself. It’s not like I’m trying to please Gu Muchu or anything.