The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 11

In the living room, Gu Muchu was smoothing out the sofa cover. She bent down, tucking the corners into the sofa’s crevices, when she heard footsteps behind her. Without looking up, she continued her task.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a pair of slippers. The air around her carried a faint, sweet-and-sour fragrance—a delicate blend of lemon and verbena.

Gu Muchu shifted to the side, only to have the hem of a sapphire-blue dress brush past her again, as if by accident. The other woman had no intention of sitting down; instead, she lingered nearby, swaying aimlessly.

Like a child playfully getting in the way while someone does chores.

Gu Muchu didn’t mind Ji Yuran being underfoot at all. On the contrary, the other woman’s deliberate closeness warmed her heart. To give Ji Yuran more space, she moved aside again.

This time, the woman finally stood directly in front of her.

Thinking she had something to say, Gu Muchu rose to ask, only to realize Ji Yuran was wearing a sapphire-blue off-shoulder tea dress that accentuated her smooth, rounded shoulders.

Gu Muchu’s eyes lit up involuntarily. “You look beautiful,” she couldn’t help but compliment.

Flattered by the praise, Ji Yuran twirled a strand of hair around her finger, lifting it casually. Sunlight streamed through her amber eyes, revealing a hint of satisfied triumph. She stopped her playful gesture, sat on the edge of the sofa, and feigned nonchalance. “It’s alright, I guess.”

But the upward curve of her lips betrayed her good mood.

Gu Muchu couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t keep Ji Yuran waiting long, returning to her room to change.

Once ready, the two descended the stairs and walked to the parking lot. Gu Muchu got into the car, placed her phone in the dashboard mount, and pulled up the navigation map. Ji Yuran, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced over and casually asked, “Where are we eating?”

“There’s a private Western restaurant in Lianhe Lane. Their dishes are heavy on flavor—perfect for you.”

Gu Muchu turned the steering wheel, waiting for the car to pull out of its parking space. She glanced at the young woman beside her. The Omega sat primly with her hands resting on her knees, wisps of hair framing her temples.

Gu Muchu genuinely treated Ji Yuran like a younger sister. She had spent considerable time researching places to take her out for fun and good food.

“Oh,” Ji Yuran replied, a hint of barely perceptible excitement in her voice. She lifted her long lashes and stole a glance at Gu Muchu through the rearview mirror.

The Alpha always paid attention to the smallest details. Even though Ji Yuran knew Gu Muchu disliked spicy food, the casual, accommodating tone still warmed her heart.

Lianhe Lane was a recently developed district with a distinctive charm. Uneven bluestone paths wound through the area, lush vines cascaded from the walls, and statues in Republican-era attire dotted the landscape. A vintage rickshaw stood parked outside the private restaurant they were headed to.

Gu Muchu parked in the underground garage, and the two entered the restaurant directly through the members’ entrance.

The waiter at the entrance, wearing an “Employee of the Month” badge, brightened visibly as the guests approached, his signature smile spreading across his face.

The woman leading the way moved with effortless grace, her long, straight hair cascading over her shoulders. A mask concealed her dignified features. The woman behind her wore sunglasses, her thin lips pressed into a firm line, instantly marking her as an unapproachable yet strikingly beautiful woman.

The restaurant’s members were either wealthy or influential, and with a quick glance, the waiter wisely led the two women to a private booth.

“Your reservation is perfectly timed,” the waiter said warmly, clearly mistaking their relationship. “This couple’s booth is our specialty, offering a romantic ambiance. Beyond the Bohemian style, we also have…”

Gu Muchu sensed something was off. She hadn’t heard anything about this kind of membership before.

Seizing a moment when no one was watching, she discreetly checked her phone for the booth reservation, then quietly put it away.

She had indeed made a mistake.

Fortunately, Ji Yuran didn’t react much.

Gu Muchu was about to correct the waiter when they reached the booth’s entrance, leaving her no choice but to let it go.

Inside, the lighting was deliberately dimmed, and the wooden walls were adorned with Western cowboy-themed decorations: replica pistols and coiled whips hung prominently. Bookshelves lined with foreign-language books stood near the entrance, where a mannequin draped in a cloak stood guard.

A brown tablecloth, fringed with tassels, covered the square table. The flickering candlelight cast sinuous shadows on the walls, creating a perfect ambiance for a romantic rendezvous.

She pulled out a wooden chair and gestured for Ji Yuran to sit down, but Ji Yuran didn’t even glance at it, settling directly into the opposite seat.

Gu Muchu chuckled, unfazed. When the waiter presented the menus, she tilted her chin toward Ji Yuran, indicating she should order first. She rested her chin in her hands, her gaze softened by the candlelight, taking on a hazy tenderness.

“Order whatever you like. Don’t hold back.”

The words carried the air of a domineering CEO, yet when spoken by her, they felt neither contrived nor greasy.

Ji Yuran took the menu and flipped through it, realizing it was filled with all her favorite dishes.

Gu Muchu is really pulling out all the stops to win me over.

She had heard clearly earlier—a “couples’ booth.” Now, her favorite foods? What was this woman up to?

Unmoved by these petty favors, Ji Yuran suppressed her emotions and casually pointed to two dishes.

The food arrived quickly. The sizzling steak, still steaming, filled the booth with the pungent aroma of black pepper the moment the lid was lifted, making her mouth water.

Ji Yuran tucked her napkin into her collar when a pair of slender, jade-white hands suddenly reached across the table. Following the movement, she saw Gu Muchu, her expression calm and composed, effortlessly slide the steak toward herself. With graceful movements, she picked up a knife and fork and neatly sliced the steak into uniform bite-sized pieces.

The dim lighting softened Gu Muchu’s features, accentuating her classic beauty and poised demeanor. The distinct knuckles of her hands moved with subtle elegance, the delicate blue veins beneath her skin faintly visible with each motion.

Ji Yuran rarely refused offers of help. Suppressing the strange flutter in her chest, she picked up a slice of cantaloupe from the fruit platter and chewed it slowly.

In the quiet private room, Gu Muchu’s soft, gentle voice suddenly broke the silence.

“Oh, by the way, I wanted to discuss something with you,” she said without pausing her movements or even glancing up at Ji Yuran.

This dinner wasn’t just a celebration of Ji Yuran’s success. Gu Muchu needed to discuss the Li Kai situation with the person directly involved.

Ji Yuran had a strong sense of pride. Precisely because their relationship was special, she was acutely sensitive to any perceived condescension or pity from Gu Muchu.

The Omega was carefully guarding her dignity, striving for an equal partnership. Gu Muchu believed that honesty and transparency were paramount.

“Go ahead,” Ji Yuran replied casually, her gaze unconsciously following Gu Muchu’s hands.

Gu Muchu carefully chose her words, slowly raising her head. Her delicate features softened under the warm, flickering candlelight, losing their sharp edges.

“I’ve seen you act in web dramas before.”

Ji Yuran paused mid-chew, her expression freezing for a moment.

Gu Muchu observed her reaction closely. “Your acting is dynamic and your image is excellent. But playing supporting roles in web dramas… it seems like a waste of your talent.”

At the mention of her beloved career, Ji Yuran looked up, as if anticipating what Gu Muchu was about to say.

“Have you ever considered that you could handle better roles? Like in television dramas, or even… the lead role?”

Seeing the complex emotions swirling in Ji Yuran’s eyes, Gu Muchu gave her time to process before pushing the neatly sliced steak across the table.

The vibrant red cherry tomatoes and deep green broccoli florets, the pasta coated in sauce, and the perfectly arranged steak emitted an enticing aroma. Yet Ji Yuran had lost her appetite, not even glancing at the dish.

“What are you getting at?” Ji Yuran gripped her knife and fork so tightly that the cold metal seeped into her palm before she seemed to notice.

This reaction was strange, and Gu Muchu suddenly felt uncertain. She wondered if interfering in Ji Yuran’s career was overstepping her bounds. She was only testing the waters, genuinely wanting to help her map out a better path for the future.

Some things were easily misunderstood in Ji Yuran’s eyes. The Original Self had strictly controlled Ji Yuran, down to the smallest details, like the direction the handle of her water glass faced, all to suit her own preferences.

But Gu Muchu wouldn’t let her wander in circles, repeating her past mistakes only to realize the truth later.

“I know a director with a promising script. If you’re interested, I could…”

Before she could finish, Ji Yuran interrupted sharply.

“Gu Muchu,” the Omega said, her voice turning cold and her expression darkening slightly, “are you trying to insult me?”

Despite having been tormented by Gu Muchu in the past, Ji Yuran had at least maintained her dignity in her beloved field. Now, her so-called benefactor was trying to meddle, using underhanded methods to secure advantages for her and squeeze out opportunities that might belong to others.

Ji Yuran believed everything came at a price. What did Gu Muchu want from her by making this offer?

From the moment the candlelit dinner began, with its meticulously prepared dishes and thoughtful arrangements, it was hard not to overthink.

Perhaps her fears were justified. Gu Muchu was gradually infiltrating her life with cunning and unconventional tactics. The memory of that forced encounter resurfaced, and Ji Yuran’s heart sank like a stone to the bottom of a lake.

Is the fox finally showing its tail?

Gu Muchu hadn’t expected Ji Yuran to use such harsh words. Observing her paper-white complexion and detecting an unusual scent, she sensed something was amiss.

She had anticipated Ji Yuran might feel pressured by the sudden influx of resources, but she never imagined it would manifest in this way.

“That’s not true…” Gu Muchu began to explain, but Ji Yuran cut her off.

“Gu Muchu, why have you done so much for me? What’s your real motive?” After enduring weeks of suppressed resentment, the thought that Gu Muchu’s kindness had all been a pretense choked Ji Yuran’s heart. Her emotions, having reached a breaking point, suddenly burst free from their restraints.

“You just want to sleep with me!” she declared, answering her own question in the next breath.

These nonsensical and excessive accusations left Gu Muchu utterly bewildered. She had intended to calmly reason with Ji Yuran, but seeing the Omega trembling with anger, all her own irritation vanished.

What utter nonsense is this?

Gu Muchu frowned deeply, hesitating before asking, “What… about me?”

She had definitely heard that word.

Ji Yuran’s entire body tensed like a drawn bowstring as she glared at Gu Muchu.

“You lust after my beauty, pretending to give me time to come around. But no matter what you say, you can’t hide the depravity in your bones!” Ji Yuran spat out her accusations, convinced of Gu Muchu’s sinister intentions.

As her words hung in the air, the Alpha across from her frowned even deeper, the confusion on her face seeming genuine.

When one party erupted, the other fell silent, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Just like now.

After a long silence, Ji Yuran’s fiery spirit dimmed slightly.

Why is Gu Muchu reacting like this? she wondered. When she offered me resources, wasn’t it for a quid pro quo—sleeping with me?

Undeterred, Ji Yuran scrutinized the woman across from her, searching for any sign of deception. Her palms, gripping the knife and fork, grew clammy.

Could she have misunderstood…?

The memory of Gu Muchu making her repeat that scalding word sent shivers down Ji Yuran’s spine. Her earlier outburst now seemed utterly reckless.

She silently pulled the steak closer and cautiously nudged the spaghetti with her fork, pretending to eat while keeping her head down.

“…It’s nothing,” she murmured, her voice now as docile as a kitten’s. Ji Yuran’s expression returned to its usual cold indifference, as if nothing had happened.

Like a sudden gust of wind, the tension dissipated as quickly as it had arisen.

The air seemed to freeze. Just when Ji Yuran thought the matter was closed, a burning gaze landed on her.

In the next moment, the Alpha across from her slowly uttered two words, her voice tinged with confusion:

“Sleep with you?”

Ji Yuran: ……

The spaghetti twirled around her silver fork snapped in half.