The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 2

Gu Muchu noticed the glass in Ji Yuran’s hand, her gaze drifting to the countertop.

The milk carton had been torn open, its packaging creased from repeated squeezing.

So, I’m not the only one who can’t sleep, Gu Muchu thought with a wry smile. She nodded toward Ji Yuran’s back, her voice calm and measured. “Couldn’t sleep. Came out to warm some milk.”

Ji Yuran, hunched like a wary cat, scrutinized Gu Muchu, but found no hint of deception or guilt in her expression.

The atmosphere between them grew increasingly strained until Gu Muchu broke the silence.

She moved to the countertop, and as she approached Ji Yuran, the younger woman visibly stiffened, her knuckles whitening around the glass.

Thanks to the scent-blocking patch, the Alpha’s wild rose and black cherry scent was so faint it was barely detectable. Her loose hair, swaying with each movement, carried the clean, crisp scent of shampoo.

This softened her domineering presence, making her seem less intimidating.

Seeing Ji Yuran’s heightened sensitivity, Gu Muchu felt a pang of inexplicable tenderness.

The milk, freshly taken from the refrigerator, was coated in a thin layer of condensation, its chill seeping into her palm. She deftly retrieved a glass from the cupboard and poured the milk into it.

Beside her, Ji Yuran fidgeted, her gaze fixed on the milk carton like a small animal whose food had been snatched away, leaving her to only watch longingly.

Gu Muchu’s heart softened instantly.

“Bring the cup here,” she said, beckoning. The Omega moved slowly, placing the glass on the counter and gently sliding it forward.

Gu Muchu couldn’t resist, her voice lifting with amusement at the end. “So afraid of me? I’m not going to eat you.”

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she took the glass, still warm from Ji Yuran’s touch.

The Alpha’s expression relaxed, her almond-shaped eyes round and soft, giving her an air of both innocence and allure. She wore a loose nightgown, its long sash tied loosely around her slender waist, the ends dangling freely.

The usually aloof and formidable Gu Muchu, a figure to be respected and avoided in the industry, now radiated a domestic, languid charm.

Unaware of Ji Yuran’s gaze, Gu Muchu placed the glass on a plastic tray and microwaved it for a minute.

That minute stretched into an eternity. Neither woman spoke, the silence thick with tension.

Ji Yuran quietly lowered her long lashes, her fingers kneading the corner of her bathrobe. The atmosphere in the kitchen felt suffocating.

Every moment spent with Gu Muchu filled her with an overwhelming urge to flee.

With a ding, the milk was heated. Gu Muchu removed the tray and set it on the counter, letting the glass cool.

The two cups of milk sat side by side, like matching items belonging to a couple.

Ji Yuran’s interactions with her Original Self had been almost entirely question-and-answer exchanges. Occasionally, when Ji Yuran’s responses displeased her, the Original Self would dismissively remark, “How boring.”

That Alpha cared only about Ji Yuran’s face, reveling in the satisfaction of having plucked this proud, unattainable flower.

She especially craved seeing the noble, arrogant Omega beneath her, her face flushed with carnal pleasure—even resorting to such shameless tactics as drugging her.

Gu Muchu chuckled softly, contempt flickering in her eyes.

Knowing Ji Yuran would feel uncomfortable sharing a room with her, Gu Muchu picked up a glass of milk, intending to take it back to the guest bedroom.

Before leaving, Gu Muchu glanced at Ji Yuran.

The Omega’s thin lips were pressed tightly together, her exquisite features radiating a certain allure. Like a swan with its neck arched high, she would never bow her head, no matter how dire her circumstances.

“I warmed it for you,” Gu Muchu said, her gaze lingering meaningfully. “Don’t waste it.”

Ji Yuran, her thoughts exposed, averted her eyes and mumbled an awkward “Mm-hmm” in acknowledgment.

She had planned to dump the milk as soon as Gu Muchu left.

Ji Yuran rejected everything Gu Muchu offered.

The young Omega’s reluctance was so palpable it was practically written on her face. Yet Gu Muchu remained unfazed, finding it rather amusing. She lowered her gaze to the other glass of warm milk.

Then, she gently clinked her glass against it in a mock toast.

The glass clinked with a crisp, pleasant sound as the stuffy air dissipated like a receding tide, leaving Alpha’s departing figure blurred in the dimness.

Gu Muchu’s voice was soft, yet every word reached Ji Yuran’s ears.

She said, “Good night.”

Perhaps it was the milk, but Gu Muchu slept soundly that night.

When she woke, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, bathing the bed in golden light. She groggily opened her eyes and reached for her phone on the nightstand.

The screen was flooded with app notifications. Gu Muchu casually scrolled through them until she found a message from Ling Xin, her WeChat contact.

Lx: Miss Gu, should I send the contract over, or would you prefer to come here?

In the original novel, Ling Xin wasn’t described in detail. She was the Original Self’s agent, renowned for her exceptional business acumen, divorced, and raising a child.

Gu Muchu remembered that at this point in the timeline, the Original Self was about to sign a contract for a film that would later become a massive hit.

She stretched languidly, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up. She quickly replied:

First Light of Dusk: I’ll come over.

Having Ling Xin come to the house and discover Ji Yuran’s presence wouldn’t be ideal. Although they were married, their relationship resembled more that of a patron and a kept woman.

Ji Yuran was still climbing the career ladder, and any rumors could potentially damage her reputation.

Gu Muchu wiped the water from her face, braced her hands on the sink, and quietly studied her reflection in the mirror.

The Alpha’s features were both gentle and commanding. Wispy strands of hair framed her forehead, accentuating her perfect hairline. Her crescent-moon eyebrows arched gracefully, creating an instant sense of warmth and approachability.

The original Gu Muchu had been a highly acclaimed actress, though her popularity couldn’t match that of rising starlets. Her films were critically acclaimed and box office hits, earning her numerous international awards—a trait she shared with her former self.

In contrast, Ji Yuran, the female lead, was still a struggling, eighteenth-tier actress filming web dramas, with only a few thousand followers on Weibo.

In this industry where capital reigned supreme and popularity was king, someone without connections, no matter how talented or skilled, was merely a pearl buried in dust.

But now, Ji Yuran had Gu Muchu.

Gu Muchu suddenly found herself eagerly anticipating the day Ji Yuran would grace the silver screen. What kind of spectacle would that be?

After lingering in the bathroom for a while, she opened the wardrobe and carefully selected her outfit.

As she entered the living room, a figure sprawled on the sofa caught her peripheral vision, and Gu Muchu’s gaze froze.

Sunlight streamed through the glass balcony doors, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. The Omega’s curly hair was tousled and voluminous. Her cream-colored off-shoulder blouse and pleated miniskirt gave her a relaxed, carefree air. She held a script in her hand, completely absorbed in studying it.

Ji Yuran naturally noticed her and immediately tensed up. She rested her elbow on the script, cautiously shielding it behind her.

This subtle movement didn’t escape Gu Muchu’s notice.

The Original Self’s obsessive control had forbidden Ji Yuran from appearing in public. To force her into marriage, she had cut off all her resources.

She had clipped Ji Yuran’s wings, wanting to keep her by her side forever.

Now, Ji Yuran was anxious, gripping the script’s corner tightly. Only her peach blossom eyes betrayed her unwillingness to submit.

She was afraid, but that didn’t mean she would blindly obey.

Gu Muchu approached and casually pulled the script from Ji Yuran’s hand, flipping through it as if idly browsing.

The only sound in the air was the rustling of paper. Ji Yuran leaned back slightly, bracing herself for what was to come.

Given Gu Muchu’s temperament, she expected a furious outburst, followed by the script being thrown in her face, along with accusations of being restless and disobedient.

But after a long wait, the imagined scene never materialized.

Gu Muchu frowned, closed the script after reading the last page, and handed it back to Ji Yuran. “This script isn’t suitable for you.”

Some web dramas have flimsy plots, and their shoddy production values and poorly executed death scenes tend to amplify an actor’s weaknesses.

Ji Yuran’s eyes, however, were lively and clear, capable of conveying emotion even in silence. Her gaze alone could carry a scene. In contrast, the script’s exaggerated acting style would only detract from her natural grace.

No wonder she’d remained virtually unknown in the industry for two years—the resources she’d been given were abysmal.

Startled by Gu Muchu’s unexpected reaction, Ji Yuran numbly accepted the script. Her eyes remained unfocused for a moment before slowly sharpening.

Her expression was cold, almost accusatory. “I was just looking.”

Gu Muchu had cut off all Ji Yuran’s means of earning a living, leaving her like a caged canary, confined to a small space and left to amuse herself.

The Omega’s profile was striking, her long lashes casting shadows beneath her eyes. Light swept across her pupils, revealing a faint amber glow.

Though unspoken, Gu Muchu knew Ji Yuran blamed her.

She wouldn’t imprison Ji Yuran as her Original Self had done.

“If you want to go, go. Wheat Grain Studio is quite close to No. 1 Media. I’ll drive you there.”

Wheat Grain Studio was producing the web drama. While the script seemed unreliable, Gu Muchu currently had no intention of interfering with Ji Yuran’s choices.

Finding the right script required patience and careful selection.

Upon hearing Gu Muchu’s words, Ji Yuran’s head snapped up. She stared at her in disbelief, desperately searching for any hint of deception on the Alpha’s face.

She’s still so wary.

Gu Muchu took in Ji Yuran’s reaction.

“Gu Muchu, what new torment do you have in mind?”

Even now, Ji Yuran couldn’t believe her captor would show mercy and release her from control.

“If you want to go, go change,” Gu Muchu said, pausing deliberately twice. “If you don’t… that’s your choice too.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

She respected Ji Yuran’s decision, whether she chose comfort or pursuing her dreams. But Gu Muchu was certain she would choose the latter.

As she neared the bedroom, she heard the click-clack of footsteps behind her.

Ji Yuran took a few steps, hesitated, then followed like a little tail.

Gu Muchu’s hand rested on the doorknob, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Such an awkward little girl.

In the end, Ji Yuran agreed.

Gu Muchu wore a French-style pink slip dress paired with a sheer knitted cardigan. The hem of the dress swayed as she walked, brushing against her bare ankles, accentuating her elegant, slender figure.

In the elevator, Ji Yuran stood behind her, secretly admiring her.

When they reached the ground floor, Gu Muchu handed her the car keys. “Go wait in the car. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Ji Yuran silently took the keys, asked no questions, and the two parted ways downstairs.

The upscale residential area boasted lush greenery and excellent privacy. After rounding a row of vibrant, verdant shrubs, Gu Muchu spotted a small Baroque-domed pavilion in the distance, flanked by sculptures and a fountain.

The original owner of this body had been fiercely territorial, disliking household staff. The compact layout of the apartment made cleaning easy, and its proximity to the city center was another advantage.

When Gu Muchu arrived with steamed buns and rice porridge, she found Ji Yuran sitting in the back seat, hands resting demurely on her knees, looking as docile as a child.

As Gu Muchu approached, the car window slid down, and Ji Yuran offered her the keys.

Gu Muchu didn’t take them. Her eyes curved into a teasing smile. “Why are you sitting in the back? Do you want me to be your chauffeur?”

Ji Yuran blinked, slow to react, then climbed out of the car.

After carefully considering Gu Muchu’s words, she bit her lower lip and awkwardly shuffled to the front passenger door. Under Gu Muchu’s watchful gaze, she reached for the handle.

Her driving skills were actually quite poor.

Gu Muchu couldn’t help but laugh, tilting her head to study Ji Yuran’s expression.

Feeling mocked, the Omega grew flustered, a slow blush creeping up her cheeks.

She’s just too adorable, Gu Muchu thought.

The Alpha curled her knuckles and tapped on the car window, then jerked her chin toward the other side. “Go sit in the passenger seat.”

Ji Yuran finally realized her misunderstanding and wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground. Just as she rounded the car, Gu Muchu called out from behind.

Gu Muchu held up a plastic bag. “Take the breakfast with you.”

Ji Yuran noticed the breakfast in her hand for the first time. She lowered her head and took it, looking like a little quail with its neck tucked in.

“It’s for you. Eat up.”

So that’s why she had gone to buy breakfast earlier.

Ji Yuran’s heart swelled with complicated emotions. She stole a peek inside the bag and found it filled with all her favorite foods.

For some reason, her heart felt ticklish.

She glanced up, darting a quick look at Gu Muchu to gauge her expression, only to meet the Alpha’s gentle gaze head-on.

Ji Yuran: !