The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 16

Back home, Gu Muchu entered the guest room, grabbed a few changes of clothes, and draped them over her arm. She called out to Ji Yuran in the living room, “Yuran, find your clothes and go take a shower, okay?”

She felt like a parent nagging a child, even though Ji Yuran wasn’t stupid. She just couldn’t help but add a few extra reminders.

After waiting for a while without a response, Gu Muchu left the guest room. As she passed the master bedroom, she noticed the wooden door was wide open, casting a small, rectangular patch of bright light on the floor—like the shadow of an inverted world.

The petite Omega figure was leaning against the sliding door, bending over to shove a square box into the wooden cabinet. Sensing the intense gaze behind her, she whipped around to find Gu Muchu standing in the doorway. She quickly kicked the sliding door shut.

With a bang, the stacked clothes vanished behind the translucent frosted glass. Ji Yuran blocked Gu Muchu’s view, staring at her with a wary expression.

Gu Muchu pressed her lips together, amused but choosing not to expose the Omega’s little secret.

“Go take a hot shower quickly, before you catch a cold,” she said softly from the doorway, acting as if she had seen nothing and wisely refraining from asking any further questions.

Gu Muchu carried her wet clothes to the washing machine on the balcony.

The living room’s ornate chandelier cast graceful arcs of light, while the cream-colored walls radiated a sense of warmth. Standing on the balcony, she gazed out the window.

Skyscrapers rose in orderly rows, crisscrossed by bustling highways where cars sped through the rain-soaked city. The neon lights shimmered and flickered, painting a dazzlingly beautiful scene.

In her original world, Gu Muchu had always lived alone. During quiet nights, as she looked down at the myriad lights twinkling across the city, a pang of envy would stir in her heart.

Yet now, not even a ripple of emotion stirred within her.

Her gaze pierced through the wall to the master bedroom. As she snapped back to reality, she pulled off the black hair tie, letting strands of her smooth, long hair cling together. After tidying up, Gu Muchu confirmed that Ji Yuran was obediently taking a bath before returning to the guest bedroom.

Steamy vapor filled the bathroom, a thin layer of mist clinging to the glass. When she stepped out barefoot, the cold air seeped into her body through the lingering droplets of water, making her shiver involuntarily.

Gu Muchu quickly dried herself, wrapped a bathrobe around her, and twisted her hair into a dry hair cap. Faint sounds from the television drifted from the living room.

It was Ji Yuran, without a doubt.

No matter how aloof she appeared, Omegas still retained a childlike innocence. Gu Muchu entered the living room and, as expected, found Ji Yuran wearing the same bathrobe, her peach-blossom eyes glued to the Stitch cartoon on TV.

When she noticed someone approaching, Ji Yuran momentarily felt embarrassed. Clutching the remote, her thumb hovered over the red power button, but she ultimately didn’t press it.

“It’s okay, you can keep watching,” Gu Muchu said, sensing her discomfort and offering her an out. “I won’t laugh at you.”

Ji Yuran’s cheeks puffed out slightly, as if she were annoyed. Her unkempt hair curled in damp tendrils, water droplets clinging to the ends before being absorbed by the towel draped over her shoulders.

Gu Muchu retrieved a hairdryer and wooden comb from the cabinet under the sink and returned to the living room, beckoning Ji Yuran over.

The Omega looked bewildered, her gaze fixed on the hairdryer in Gu Muchu’s hand. After a moment’s hesitation, she understood the implication.

She lifted her left shoulder as if to stand, but ultimately remained seated.

Seeing Ji Yuran’s hesitation, Gu Muchu sighed and moved behind her, plugging in the hairdryer. “Running out to watch cartoons without drying your hair first? Is it really that good?”

On the wall-mounted color TV in the center of the living room, the endearingly clumsy Stitch was gesturing animatedly alongside a little girl. Gu Muchu vaguely remembered this—so Stitch existed in this world too.

For some reason, she thought of Ji Yuran’s WeChat profile picture.

The screen suddenly paused. Ji Yuran took an almost imperceptible step back, creating a little distance from the clingy aura emanating from Gu Muchu. “Nothing else to do,” she said.

“And you think that’s a good excuse?” Gu Muchu’s tone was playful, perhaps influenced by the atmosphere, as even she felt a youthful energy radiating from her.

She tapped Ji Yuran’s forehead from across the room, then picked up the towel from the Omega’s shoulder and began drying her hair. After that, she grabbed the ends of Ji Yuran’s hair and turned on the hair dryer.

Ji Yuran’s hair was fine, soft, and thick. Gu Muchu’s fingertips massaged her scalp, the warm air carrying the delicate fragrance of hair conditioner. Gu Muchu glanced at Ji Yuran’s profile—her bone structure was exquisite, her aura sharp and commanding.

Yet at this moment, she resembled a docile kitten, her head resting obediently in Gu Muchu’s palm, swaying gently with her movements.

As the hair dryer buzzed loudly, Ji Yuran turned to look at her, her bright eyes filled with an unreadable emotion. “How long are you staying this time?”

The sudden downpour caught everyone off guard, but the skies were expected to clear within a few days, and flights to S City would resume as normal.

Upon hearing this, Gu Muchu paused, scrutinizing Ji Yuran’s expression, trying to decipher the true meaning behind her words.

Was this an invitation to stay, or a subtle hint to leave?

Uncertain, Gu Muchu considered that Ji Yuran clearly didn’t like her. She probably wants me to leave as soon as possible, and never come back, she thought.

“Tomorrow, or the day after,” she replied vaguely.

Newcomers to a film crew rarely start filming immediately. Directors usually allocate time for cast and crew to familiarize themselves with their collaborators and the set. Missing the first few days wouldn’t be a big deal.

As her words trailed off, Ji Yuran let out a soft “Ah,” drawing out the sound as if in regret. Even after Gu Muchu switched off the hairdryer, Ji Yuran remained lost in thought.

Oblivious to Ji Yuran’s subtle emotions, Gu Muchu glanced at the phone on the coffee table, straightened her leg resting on the sofa, and reached out to hand it over. “Oh, I wanted to discuss something with you.”

“Remember the lead role we talked about? I’ve got the script now. I’ll send it to you to take a look.” She pulled up her chat history with Li Kai and forwarded the PDF to Ji Yuran.

Ji Yuran couldn’t help but marvel at Gu Muchu’s efficiency. She had initially dismissed it as empty promises.

Pulling her thoughts back, she focused on the script.

The drama centered on a forbidden romance between a master and disciple in a xianxia setting. The Omega Master, moved by pity, took in a pitiful waif from the roadside as her disciple. As time passed, the disciple secretly developed feelings for her master. However, the master, bound by societal norms and moral condemnation, chose to become Dao Companion with another, crushing the disciple’s hopes.

The inevitable conclusion saw the disciple dying from unrequited love, while the master, finally realizing her mistake, turned to darkness and became a demon.

In an ABO World dominated by interstellar themes, xianxia dramas were a refreshing change of pace. But Gu Muchu’s choice of this script couldn’t possibly be for such a simple reason.

What truly set this drama apart was its villain. Beyond their countless sins, the most astonishing aspect was their fully developed character arc and compelling storyline.

“This villain…” Ji Yuran murmured, flipping through the script.

In the past, the market had been flooded with tropes like domineering CEOs and delicate damsels, or mistaken identities between true and false heiresses. Most villains were flat, one-dimensional caricatures.

But this drama’s villain was truly a revelation.

“You think it’s good too?” Gu Muchu picked up the wooden comb and smoothed it through her ink-black, wavy hair. The strands straightened briefly before curling back into their charming ringlets.

“Too?” Ji Yuran wanted to turn and look at her, but she felt too shy to move. As Gu Muchu’s wrist brushed against her hair, Ji Yuran instinctively tightened her grip on the sofa blanket and lowered her lashes.

“Yes, but I’d rather you play the Omega Master,” Gu Muchu said, releasing her hair.

While the villain was compelling and Ji Yuran fit the role perfectly, Gu Muchu worried about her ability to handle the part. More importantly, she didn’t want Ji Yuran to face a barrage of online hate after the show aired.

Having experienced such backlash herself, Gu Muchu knew how unbearable that period could be, making even stepping outside feel like walking on eggshells.

But Ji Yuran wasn’t dissuaded by these concerns. She straightened slightly, her dark eyes gleaming with determination. “I want to play her.”

Her resolute tone carried its usual confidence. Whenever she spoke of her beloved acting career, she seemed to bloom like parched earth after a life-giving rain, radiating vitality.

“Alright, I’ll let them know.”

Gu Muchu quickly averted her gaze when Ji Yuran met her eyes. She casually placed the wooden comb on the coffee table and reached for the hairdryer plug, but her wrist was suddenly gripped.

Following the touch, she saw Ji Yuran staring timidly at her. The Omega’s fingertip traced the prominent wrist bone, leaving a searing heat in its wake.

The contact was fleeting, and the Omega quickly reverted to her usual aloofness. “Give it to me,” she said. “I’ll help you blow-dry your hair.”

Ji Yuran was fixated on the idea of equivalent exchange, insisting on a reciprocal arrangement even for something as simple as blow-drying hair. Seemingly afraid of being refused, she bypassed Gu Muchu’s arm and firmly grasped the hairdryer handle.

Gu Muchu was taken aback, but a soft chuckle escaped her lips, her features softening. She couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke Ji Yuran’s head, ruffling the neatly styled hair. “Alright,” she said, her voice laced with affection.

Ji Yuran, however, didn’t appreciate the gesture. She ducked away, tugging on the hairdryer cord and covering her head with both hands protectively. “No messing with my hair! You’re messing it up!”

She immediately grabbed the wooden comb and smoothed the stray strands framing her forehead into perfect order.

Gu Muchu unfastened the dry hair cap, her soaking black hair gleaming with a glossy sheen under the light.

She sat down with her back to Ji Yuran. Soon after, rustling sounds came from behind her. The Omega’s refreshing scent, mingled with the fragrance of her recent bath, lingered in the air, stirring Gu Muchu’s imagination.

Gu Muchu held her breath.

Ji Yuran’s hands were small, her fingers slender and delicate as they threaded through Gu Muchu’s dark hair. With each gust of wind, warmth slid down Gu Muchu’s neck and into her collar.

Gu Muchu closed her eyes in bliss. Ji Yuran had clearly never done anything so intimate for anyone else; her movements were clumsy, yet her earnestness was palpable.

“Um…” Ji Yuran suddenly spoke.

Gu Muchu tilted her head back, allowing Ji Yuran to see the soft downy hair at the crown of her head.

Ji Yuran grew flustered, her lips curling into an embarrassed smile before she quickly suppressed it. Moments later, the smile returned, only to be stifled again in a repeated cycle.

She placed her hands on Gu Muchu’s temples, gently straightening her head. “Don’t look at me.”

Gu Muchu obediently turned her gaze forward. “Alright, I won’t look.”

Ji Yuran easily grew nervous around Gu Muchu, so aside from occasional teasing, Gu Muchu usually accommodated her.

Seeing that Ji Yuran had calmed down, Omega deliberately lowered the hairdryer’s setting to speak more clearly. “Well, I had dinner with the crew today.”

“The restaurant was actually pretty good…” As she continued, Ji Yuran felt a wave of shame wash over her. She bit her lower lip, afraid to speak further.

I’m just making conversation to fill the silence, annoying her, she thought.

Is Gu Muchu thinking the same thing?

The silence stretched, the hairdryer’s hum growing increasingly grating. While Ji Yuran was agonizing over her thoughts, Gu Muchu guessed what was on her mind.

“Mm, then let’s go together next time,” she agreed with a nod. “How’s it been getting along with the crew?”

Once the door to casual conversation was opened, it became easier for the two to grow closer.

The Omega behind her seemed to be reminiscing.

Ji Yuran’s mind did flash with the image of Guo Hao’s repulsive face, but she didn’t want to worry Gu Muchu. She gave a vague reply: “It’s been… okay.”

Just okay?

This non-answer aroused Gu Muchu’s suspicion. She remembered Ji Yuran leaving home full of anticipation. Why was she so deflated now?

Sensing something amiss, Gu Muchu opened her eyes, her voice turning cold. “Did someone bully you?”