The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 13

Omega’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as her fingers hovered over the screen, remaining motionless for an extended moment. To Gu Muchu, this hesitation appeared as doubt. “Is it inconvenient?” she asked.

“No, not at all!” Ji Yuran quickly protested, desperate to conceal her nervousness. Realizing her reaction was excessive, she cleared her throat to ease the awkwardness. “It’s perfectly fine.”

With that, she deliberately distanced herself from Gu Muchu, shielding the phone screen with her hand as she began typing rapidly.

Gu Muchu assumed she was sending a message and patiently waited for a response.

The screen’s glow reflected in Ji Yuran’s bright eyes, her expression grave as if she were tackling a complex problem.

Gu Muchu watched for a while, only snapping out of her gaze when Ji Yuran sat up straight, realizing she had been staring rudely.

Ji Yuran sighed in relief, her complexion gradually returning to normal. “Done.”

Having specifically used a secondary account to block Gu Muchu, she could only hope the other woman wouldn’t notice.

This time, Gu Muchu accessed the page without issue. Ji Yuran’s Weibo profile was simple and sparse, containing only studio-mandated reposts and no personal updates. Her follower count was a mere few thousand.

Gu Muchu frowned slightly, leaning back against the sofa as she scrolled through the interface thoughtfully. Ji Yuran sat stiffly beside her, hands clasped primly on her knees, her face tense as if awaiting a public execution.

In truth, Ji Yuran couldn’t relax until the Sword of Damocles hanging over her head finally fell.

With her striking, almost bewitching beauty and aloof demeanor, Ji Yuran was notoriously difficult to approach. She rarely interacted with her fans, and her posts typically received few comments.

But there were exceptions.

Take, for instance, the fan with the username “Ruanruan Drinks Cola.” This dedicated follower patiently commented on every single one of Ji Yuran’s posts, showering her with effusive praise and rainbow-colored compliments.

Gu Muchu smiled warmly, her delicate, arched brows relaxing as she felt genuinely pleased that Ji Yuran was being appreciated by others.

“Good fan engagement,” she remarked casually, her attention focused on her phone, completely missing the indescribable expression on the Omega’s face beside her.

Gu Muchu scrolled through several comments, noticing that this fan’s heartfelt essays consistently floated to the top, making them impossible to ignore.

A faint smile curved the corner of her lips as she read the comments aloud with amusement.

“We met at the airport before. In person, you’re as exquisite as a Barbie doll. Sister, are you truly not a celestial being descended to earth?” Gu Muchu’s voice was calm and measured, her clear tone conveying even the most effusive praise with effortless grace.

It was like the gentle rain falling over a misty Jiangnan water town, evoking a profound and hazy sense of depth.

Not giving up, she added, “Waaah?”

Gu Muchu, usually composed and reserved, rarely resorted to flattery or cuteness. The unexpected slip from her lips sent a tingling warmth through half of Ji Yuran’s ear. Ji Yuran, sitting beside her, glanced sideways and slowly curled her toes.

Clutching her phone tightly, the sharp edges digging painfully into her palm, Ji Yuran suddenly felt the person beside her lift her head, her gaze locking onto Ji Yuran’s face.

Gu Muchu’s gaze was direct and unreserved, tracing the contours of the Omega’s face.

From this angle, Ji Yuran’s high, straight nose and prominent brow bones accentuated the depth and allure of her peach blossom eyes. The fine downy hairs at her temples softened her otherwise cool features, lending her a playful, lively charm—a captivating contrast.

Only when Ji Yuran began to feel unnerved by the prolonged scrutiny did Gu Muchu nod in thoughtful agreement. “Hmm, you’re right. She really is as exquisite as a Barbie doll.”

Ji Yuran couldn’t bring herself to feel happy, but the Alpha clearly wasn’t going to stop there.

“Why isn’t such a talented fairy sister famous? I hate it!”

Ji Yuran closed her eyes in resignation, but Gu Muchu seemed to have no sense of restraint. On the contrary, she found these comments even more amusing, like a young girl’s innocent admiration for a dazzling senior, filled with pure longing.

“Sister is so dedicated! Can’t wait for the new drama…”

“Enough!” Ji Yuran suddenly interrupted Gu Muchu sharply, her resolve hardening. She leaned forward and covered the screen with her hand, her voice cold as she asked, “Don’t you have any die-hard fans?”

Gu Muchu’s screen was blocked by a delicate, pale hand. Hearing the question, she froze.

Though the words sounded mocking, Gu Muchu sensed a hint of embarrassment and anger beneath the surface. She turned off her phone and glanced sideways at Ji Yuran.

The Omega’s cheeks were flushed crimson, like the rising tide, and she radiated the sweet fragrance of gardenias, mingled with Ji Yuran’s unique blend of lemon and verbena—a scent like a summer breeze carrying the dampness of the sea and the aroma of orange soda.

“Alright, I know you’re shy. I was wrong,” Gu Muchu apologized sincerely. It was a trivial matter, hardly deserving such a solemn apology, but even when Ji Yuran bristled like a hedgehog, Gu Muchu remained as soft and accommodating as cotton.

This attitude only made Ji Yuran feel more flustered. She glanced up and met Gu Muchu’s gaze, her heart clenching sharply. She quickly lowered her head, stammering, “There’s nothing to apologize for…”

Why is she apologizing first when I was the one who lost my temper?

Ji Yuran’s hands nearly tore half the sofa cover off as she fidgeted with its uneven edges. Whenever she felt nervous, her small habits betrayed her.

I was too harsh with Gu Muchu earlier. Does she think I have a bad temper?

This is mortifying. I’m being so melodramatic…

After much deliberation, Ji Yuran resolved to explain herself. Just then, Gu Muchu’s phone rang.

The buzzing vibrated through the glass coffee table, muffled yet insistent, abruptly shattering the tender, unspoken warmth that had been flowing between them.

“I need to take this call,” Gu Muchu said, stepping onto the balcony. Sunlight streamed down, dappling her shoulders, and her dark hair shimmered with faint auburn highlights. Her Alpha voice was gentle and warm, like a spring poem hidden among the leaves.

Ji Yuran’s words caught in her throat, and she swallowed them back. She waited until Gu Muchu hung up and sat down beside her.

“The crew has wrapped up preparations. We’re leaving this Thursday,” Gu Muchu said casually. Reporting to Ji Yuran had become a habit, and she patiently kept her informed, regardless of whether Ji Yuran seemed to care.

Ji Yuran had gradually transitioned from being flattered and surprised to accepting it with pleasure.

“This Thursday?” Ji Yuran asked, the earlier awkwardness forgotten, her voice betraying her surprise.

“Mm, a flight early Thursday morning. It’ll be about three months,” Gu Muchu replied. Noticing Ji Yuran’s hesitation, she paused. “Is there something wrong?”

Ji Yuran lowered her long lashes, appearing demure and obedient, her voice softening slightly. “Our crew is having a wrap party on Wednesday night.”

She bit her lip, feeling a little embarrassed by her own ulterior motive.

Thinking to herself, Ji Yuran reasoned that since Gu Muchu had taken the initiative to inform her, she should reciprocate the courtesy.

However, Gu Muchu misinterpreted her intentions. She slowly opened her mouth, letting out a soft “Ah,” and paused to consider. “What time tonight? Let me check if I’m free.”

In Gu Muchu’s mind, Ji Yuran would never proactively offer such information. Since she had brought it up, it must mean she wanted Gu Muchu to drive her.

Ji Yuran blinked, realizing Gu Muchu’s misunderstanding, but chose not to correct her. Instead, she awkwardly replied, “Seven thirty tonight.”

Gu Muchu nodded and deliberately opened her notes app to record the time. Ji Yuran seized the opportunity to steal another glance at her, replaying their conversation in her mind.

Three months on set…

She had once dreamed of being apart from Gu Muchu, but now that the time had come, she felt an unexpected pang of melancholy. The days that had flown by in the blink of an eye now seemed long and hopeless when measured in her heart.

The temperature had begun to drop, the sky was hazy, and the air felt thick and stifling, clinging like spiderwebs. The cicadas’ buzzing gradually faded, leaving only the rustling of evergreen trees lining the streets as the wind passed through.

True to their agreed-upon time, Gu Muchu drove Ji Yuran to the hotel.

Rarely did they have the chance to gather outside of work hours, so Ji Yuran had taken extra care with her appearance. Her bohemian-style maxi dress perfectly complemented her features, the hem falling just below her knees. A striking dark green floral pattern, meticulously embroidered and knit together, adorned the bodice, instantly catching the eye.

Gu Muchu couldn’t help but glance at her several times. “How are you getting along with the crew?”

Ji Yuran’s palms grew clammy with nervousness as she clutched her clutch. “Pretty well,” she replied.

Gu Muchu smiled, but just as she was about to encourage Ji Yuran to socialize more, she suddenly remembered the Original Self’s past oppression of her and quickly stopped herself.

Even though Ji Yuran now seemed to view those events with detachment, Gu Muchu still didn’t want to reopen old wounds. She deliberately avoided the topic whenever they spoke.

The horizon brewed with ink-black clouds, concealing the distant, undulating mountains. The humid air clung to exposed skin, and tonight’s darkness descended with unusual swiftness.

The car came to a smooth stop at the hotel entrance. The night’s lamps cast a dim, yellowish glow on the beige brick walls, highlighting the ostentatious Italian-style decor. Lush greenery flanked the stone pillars lining the steps.

Ji Yuran unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to step out when she heard a door slam behind her. Turning, she saw the Alpha approaching, sunglasses concealing half her face, a cashmere shawl draped over her arm.

Gu Muchu reached Ji Yuran, shook out the shawl, and draped it over her shoulders.

The Omega’s narrow shoulders and delicate collarbones framed her slender neck. Her vibrant attire, especially against the deepening night, radiated an extraordinary allure.

“Autumn’s coming soon. It’ll get cold outside. Make sure to stay warm these next few months,” Gu Muchu said, her voice tinged with concern.

Unwilling to leave Ji Yuran alone in N City, Gu Muchu couldn’t resist offering a few extra reminders.

“Don’t drink at the dinner, eat less raw or cold food, and put on your coat when you come out, okay?”

Even though Gu Muchu was trying to shed her image as a nagging elder, she couldn’t help but show her concern when she was with Ji Yuran.

Feeling the weight of the coat on her shoulders, the soft fleece brushing gently against her skin, Ji Yuran reached up to tug the collar higher, covering her collarbones. She murmured softly, “I know.”

The corners of her peach-blossom eyes flushed slightly, softening her usually aloof and indifferent aura. Her proud and haughty demeanor seemed to mellow in Gu Muchu’s presence, like a Little Lion hiding its claws, lying on its back to expose its vulnerable belly.

Ji Yuran lifted her long lashes, seemingly uncomfortable under Gu Muchu’s intense gaze. Gu Muchu stared deeply, her throat tightening. She couldn’t resist reaching out to gently stroke the Omega’s head.

Her soothing, gentle voice drifted on the last breeze of late summer, tickling Ji Yuran’s ear.

“If you get scared being alone tonight, remember to call me.”