The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 24

The dark alleyway was lined with jagged bricks, moss growing in the crevices. The unconscious man lay sprawled on the ground, dried bl00d crusted at the corner of his forehead.

The air hung heavy with the rich pheromone scent of an Alpha, like the thorny stem of a wild rose piercing skin and drawing bl00d, yet the delicate, sweet cherry aroma was intoxicating.

Attacking a fellow Alpha, comforting a foreign Omega.

Gu Muchu kicked the man’s chest, grinding her heel into him to vent her anger. She swept her long hair back, revealing her smooth forehead, before turning to face Ji Yuran at the alley entrance.

The Omega, who had never seen this side of Gu Muchu, was stunned into silence. Unlike her earlier loud sobs, she now only dared to whimper softly.

Remembering her own fear and anxiety in the car, Gu Muchu’s anger flared anew. She strode over in her mid-heeled shoes, her brow furrowed, and delivered a sharp, measured slap to Ji Yuran’s shoulder.

“Why did you turn back? Don’t you know to run?! What if he had accomplices? If he’d regained consciousness, you wouldn’t have been able to escape! Why didn’t you tell me anything? Am I just here for show?!” Gu Muchu’s chest heaved with fury, her voice rising at the end.

The light illuminated the fine downy hairs on their clothes. After a barrage of questions, a long silence followed. Ji Yuran twisted the hem of her shirt, bit her lip, and dared not utter a word, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

“I’m asking you!” Seeing the Omega’s sobs intensify, Gu Muchu felt both anger and heartache. Her body radiated a palpable sense of pressure as she reached out and gently nudged Ji Yuran’s shoulder.

Ji Yuran recoiled at the touch, as if a dam of pent-up grievances had burst. She threw her head back and wailed without restraint, abandoning all pretense of composure.

“He hit me… I… I don’t want him to get away with it…” Gone was her usual bright and vivacious demeanor. Her voice, thick with tears, was barely intelligible. Ji Yuran gasped for breath. “You’re being mean too… you’re being mean too…”

Seeing her in such a state, Gu Muchu couldn’t bring herself to say another word of reproach. A pang of regret surfaced in her heart. She wrapped an arm around Ji Yuran, patting her stiff back in a clumsy attempt at comfort. “All you do is cry. You don’t even know what you did wrong. Why are you so vengeful?”

“He hit me…” Even now, Ji Yuran stubbornly refused to back down, her voice defiant despite her tears.

Gu Muchu suddenly remembered the Omega’s cowering figure when she had first transmigrated.

“What about Yuran? If she falls asleep again, are you going to retaliate by smashing her with a brick too?” Gu Muchu stepped back, crossed her arms, and adopted the stern demeanor of a teacher scolding a student.

For some reason, one of her words struck Ji Yuran’s funny bone. Tears streamed down the Omega’s face as she burst into laughter. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, then mumbled, staring at her toes, “You’re different…”

The soft, pleading tone melted Gu Muchu’s anger like ice in warm water. She couldn’t stand seeing Ji Yuran act so pitiful. “Don’t play the victim. How exactly is Yuran different?”

Gu Muchu had maintained a frosty expression throughout.

The mere thought of the things she’d overheard in the car sent cold sweat trickling down her back. Thank goodness Yuran was unharmed; otherwise, Gu Muchu would have carried the guilt for life.

“Well… she is different,” Ji Yuran glanced at Gu Muchu, then immediately lowered her long lashes, slowly rubbing the cuff of Gu Muchu’s trench coat before cautiously gripping it.

The cuff crumpled in her hand as the Omega pouted and mumbled, “Don’t be mad anymore. I know I was wrong. I’ll tell you everything from now on.”

She gently shook Gu Muchu’s hand, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness, occasionally glancing at Gu Muchu’s expression. Then, she lifted a corner of the cuff, trying to secretly slip her fingers into Gu Muchu’s hand, only to have her hand slapped away.

“Don’t touch me,” Gu Muchu snapped, still furious, poking Ji Yuran’s forehead with her index finger. “You really deserve a lesson today.”

But she couldn’t bring herself to do anything beyond a verbal scolding.

“I know,” Ji Yuran mumbled, her head drooping in disappointment at being denied her touch. Tears still clung to her lashes, and she sniffled softly.

Several police cars screeched to a halt at the street corner, their piercing sirens drawing closer to the alley. Gu Muchu didn’t have time for further reprimands. She steadied Ji Yuran by the shoulders, bending down to brush the dust off her skirt.

It was like a muddy child returning home after playing too hard outside, standing while their mother dusted them off and scolded them.

Gu Muchu removed her trench coat and draped it over Ji Yuran, deliberately covering her head before slipping inside herself.

In the dim light, the Omega’s peach-blossom eyes shimmered brightly, her warm breath ghosting across Gu Muchu’s cheek.

“Don’t be afraid,” Gu Muchu said. “I’ll go to the police station with you later.”

Ji Yuran nodded slowly, her eyes brightening momentarily before the trench coat’s edge fell back into place. She gently twitched her reddened nose, inhaling the lingering pheromone.

The Alpha’s usually oppressive pheromone now brought her a fleeting sense of comfort. Perhaps her feelings had shifted; Ji Yuran found herself liking this scent.

Inside the police station, Gu Muchu sat on a bench outside, her disposable paper cup crumpled in her hand. She seemed distracted, her gaze frequently drifting toward the door at the other end of the corridor.

In the interrogation room, a female officer poured Ji Yuran a cup of hot water and gently patted her shoulder to reassure her before turning to the form in her hand.

“Miss Ji, is that right?” The officer’s expression softened as she sensed Yuran’s nervousness. “Don’t worry. You just need to…”

Yuran felt like she was here because she had done something wrong.

Seeing her lower her head, the officer clicked her pen and coaxed gently, “It’s okay, Miss Ji. Just tell us the truth.”

The incident in the alleyway today still lingered in Yuran’s mind, leaving her shaken.

“I…”

Ji Yuran’s voice was muffled with distress. The officer leaned closer, cupping her ear. “Miss Ji, could you speak up a little?”

“My sister… she hit someone. I heard the person was taken to the hospital with an ankle injury.” Terrified of being detained because of this, Ji Yuran rubbed her reddened eyes. “I want my sister…”

At the same moment, hearing footsteps, Gu Muchu looked up and saw Ling Xin rushing in, her face etched with anxiety. She had hastily thrown on an overcoat, clearly having rushed out without her usual meticulous care.

“Where is she?” Ling Xin asked, her worry palpable. When Gu Muchu nodded toward the inner room, she finally exhaled in relief and sat down beside her.

Ling Xin had rushed over immediately after receiving the call in the middle of the night. Getting into trouble with the police was no small matter; if the media got wind of it, tabloid outlets would undoubtedly smear Yuran’s reputation.

However, she still didn’t know the full details of what had happened.

Just then, the door cracked open. A female police officer poked her head out and called in their direction, “Are Ji Yuran’s family members here? Could you come in to assist with the statement?”

Gu Muchu stood up, gave Ling Xin an reassuring look, and walked into the room.

As she entered, she saw Ji Yuran sitting with her head bowed, silently twisting her fingers. Hearing Gu Muchu’s voice, she looked up, her peach blossom eyes filled with anticipation.

Gu Muchu pulled up a chair beside her, offered the officer an apologetic smile, and gently patted Ji Yuran’s shoulder. “The poor girl was terrified tonight. Please be understanding.”

The female police officer immediately recognized Gu Muchu as a celebrity, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes before she quickly composed herself. “Alright, we’ll start with a few questions. Miss Gu, is Miss Ji your…?”

“Lover,” Gu Muchu replied, her voice firm. Beside her, Ji Yuran blinked.

“Did you know the perpetrator before this incident?”

Gu Muchu didn’t answer, instead turning to Ji Yuran.

Ji Yuran thought for a moment and shook her head. “I don’t know him. He said he saw me on Weibo…”

Gu Muchu suddenly remembered blocking a Male Alpha on Weibo whose IP address was also in N City. She pulled out her phone, accessed her blacklist, and showed it to the officer.

The officer studied it for a moment, then made a note. “Alright, we’ll keep an eye on this.”

For the rest of the questioning, Gu Muchu answered almost all the questions. Occasionally, when she was unsure, she would let Ji Yuran speak. The process went smoothly.

After completing the statement, Gu Muchu signed the police report form before leading Ji Yuran out.

The streets at two in the morning were deserted and quiet, the shadows of trees rustling in the wind. The two stood on the steps, letting the breeze wash over them. Gu Muchu turned to Ji Yuran and straightened the collar of her trench coat.

“Why are you being so clingy? You even need your sister to accompany you for a statement,” she teased.

Ji Yuran, clearly displeased, twirled the belt around her finger and lightly kicked Gu Muchu’s toe with the tip of her shoe. “I was afraid of getting into trouble.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt him…”

Seeing her genuine remorse, Gu Muchu reached out and ruffled her hair. “So you realize you acted impulsively? It’s lucky he was only injured. Otherwise, you would have been in real danger. Don’t ever do that again.”

Now that she had calmed down, Gu Muchu couldn’t bring herself to scold her. After all, Ji Yuran had already endured so much frustration today, and Gu Muchu had only added fuel to the fire. Ji Yuran’s heart must be even more aggrieved.

“Well, what’s done is done. At least we’re not at a disadvantage now. Consider it letting off steam,” Gu Muchu whispered, leaning closer so only the two of them could hear.

Ji Yuran’s ear burned crimson under Gu Muchu’s warm breath. She scratched her ear self-consciously and reached into her trench coat pocket. “You’re such a nag.”

Her palm brushed against a small, rectangular box.

She froze, then pulled it out under Gu Muchu’s watchful gaze, turning it over in her hands. “What’s this?”

The conversation shifted abruptly. Gu Muchu tilted her chin slightly. “I bought it for you in S City. Open it and see.”

Ji Yuran, still skeptical, pried open a small crack in the box. A faint light shone inside, revealing a plain silver ring lying quietly within.

The moment she recognized the object, the Omega’s heart leaped. She hastily clamped the box shut, shoved it into her pocket, her palm damp as she gripped the sharp corners tightly.

Her heart felt like it had been struck by someone, its rhythm erratic and chaotic.

“Why are you giving me this…?”

Gu Muchu shrugged nonchalantly. “I can’t show up empty-handed every time I see you, can I?”

But this time, in her haste, she had already chosen a gift for three months from now. Sensing Ji Yuran’s potential unease, Gu Muchu added, “I thought silver jewelry would look beautiful against your fair skin.”

Ji Yuran’s skin was indeed fair and translucent, making her blushes all the more noticeable.

As they spoke, footsteps approached from behind. Ling Xin, carrying her bag, first glanced at Ji Yuran before turning to Gu Muchu. “It’s taken care of. Be more careful next time.”

“You’re a public figure, after all. Fortunately, it was late at night, and not many people saw.” Even with Ling Xin’s usual politeness, a hint of concern slipped through.

As for Ji Yuran’s presence, that was Gu Muchu’s personal matter, and Ling Xin didn’t feel it was her place to interfere.

Gu Muchu replied earnestly, “Thank you so much for today, Sister Ling. I really appreciate your help.”

“Thank you, Sister Ling,” Ji Yuran echoed, like Gu Muchu’s little shadow, obediently offering her gratitude.

Ling Xin glanced at her in surprise before nodding in acknowledgment.

After bidding farewell to Ling Xin, the two headed to the parking lot. Gu Muchu walked ahead, with Ji Yuran trailing closely behind.

For a moment, there was only silence, their shadows overlapping and separating, swaying like kites dancing in the air, drifting apart only to be pulled back together by an invisible string.

“Why did you suddenly come back today?” Ji Yuran asked, hunching her shoulders and stepping on Gu Muchu’s shadow.

Gu Muchu slowed her pace until they were walking side by side, then lowered her gaze to meet Ji Yuran’s.

The Omega’s eyelids were red and swollen, her damp nose twitching. The streetlight cast a shadow across her profile, darkening the bridge of her nose.

Gu Muchu couldn’t help but feel regret. Her carefully planned surprise had been ruined, though thankfully the night had ended without serious incident.

“Tomorrow is your drama’s press conference,” she explained. “I wanted to surprise you by showing up unexpectedly, but… well, you know.” Her long sigh faded into the wind as she reached the car and opened the door for Ji Yuran to enter first.

Hearing those words, Ji Yuran’s spirits lifted involuntarily, a faint smile curving her lips. She straightened her legs, pressing them neatly together. “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming?”

“How could I really stay away?” Gu Muchu leaned into the driver’s seat, fastened her seatbelt, and turned to ask, “Are you tired?”

Ji Yuran shook her head, unsure of what Gu Muchu was planning.

With the woman sitting beside her, safe and sound, Gu Muchu felt a surreal sense of unreality, as if she were in a dream. She opened her phone’s navigation app, steered the car out of the parking lot, and headed onto the highway.

“I’m taking you for a drive.” It was nearly 3 a.m., but after all the commotion, Gu Muchu felt unusually energized. Knowing Ji Yuran had been frightened, she decided to take her out to clear her head.

As the car sped along the highway, Ji Yuran leaned against the window. “Gu Muchu, where are you taking me?”

The low, undulating guardrails along the road and the distant lights of the coastal islands merged into a seamless glow. Rolling down the window, the salty sea breeze rushed into the stuffy car, instantly dispelling the earlier tension.

Waves crashed against jagged rocks, churning black water into white foam before receding swiftly. The brightly lit, empty highway stretched ahead. Taking a deep breath, Gu Muchu felt the tightness in her chest ease considerably.

Gu Muchu turned on the car stereo, and a soothing melody filled the cabin. Gripping the steering wheel, she kept her eyes on the road ahead. “Feeling better?”

Ji Yuran glanced back at her.

The Alpha’s face was illuminated by the dashboard lights, her sharply defined knuckles resting on the steering wheel. Her slender, pale hands, with delicate blue veins visible beneath the skin, exuded an air of refined elegance.

Sensing Ji Yuran’s gaze, Gu Muchu tilted her head slightly, revealing the other side of her face, the sharp line of her nose prominent. Her eyes remained fixed on the road. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Ji Yuran mumbled, shrinking back in her seat. She lowered herself to look out the window, her bangs falling messily across her forehead. Her eyes, positioned above the window’s edge, made her look like a little rabbit gazing up at the moon palace.

“When are you leaving?” she suddenly asked.

“I’ll be staying in N City for about two days,” Gu Muchu replied. Ji Yuran’s head drooped, and she murmured a simple “Oh.”

After driving in a loop, Gu Muchu noticed the Omega in the passenger seat’s head gradually drooping, as if too heavy.

Realizing Ji Yuran was sleepy, Gu Muchu steered the car toward the city center.

Near the residential complex’s parking lot was a small garden. A baroque-domed gazebo stood beside a fountain, its openwork structure twined with lush wisteria in summer, making it a perfect spot for photos.

Gu Muchu parked the car and noticed Ji Yuran had nearly buried her head under the seat. She couldn’t help but chuckle. After unbuckling her seatbelt, she leaned over and gently patted Ji Yuran’s shoulder.

“Ranran, we’re home,” she said softly. Her voice was gentle, but the Omega showed no signs of waking.

“Don’t sleep anymore.” When Ji Yuran remained unresponsive, Gu Muchu straightened her body and pinched her nose.

Ji Yuran’s brow furrowed slightly, clearly annoyed by the interruption of her peaceful slumber. Her face quickly flushed red. She twisted her head away, swatting Gu Muchu’s hand aside, and then opened her mouth.

She was so exhausted she couldn’t even open her eyes properly. It was remarkable how she could sleep so soundly after everything that had happened tonight.

Gu Muchu sighed helplessly. This time, she raised her voice slightly louder, “We’re home! Wake up!”

She brushed aside the strands of hair covering Ji Yuran’s face and patted her cheek. The Omega finally managed to half-open her eyes, her gaze dazed as she sat up abruptly.

“We’re home?” she mumbled sleepily, still half-asleep. She yawned, slowly unbuckled her seatbelt, and stumbled out of the car.

Seeing her unsteady state, Gu Muchu grew concerned about her tripping. She walked ahead and bent down. “If you’re tired, I can give you a piggyback ride, okay?”

Ji Yuran’s vision swam with the halo of the streetlights. Her gaze drifted downward, focusing on Gu Muchu’s back turned toward her.

Her shadow stretched beneath her feet, the Alpha’s fragmented form shimmering in the flickering light. Long, straight black hair cascaded from her waist to her shoulders as she held her palms facing Ji Yuran, silently inviting her.

The drowsiness began to dissipate. Ji Yuran fidgeted with her fingers, finally summoning the courage to open her arms and step forward.

“Yes.”

The simple, obedient word drifted softly through the quiet night, landing gently on Gu Muchu’s heart.

Without hesitation, Ji Yuran clambered onto Gu Muchu’s back like a bear, then kicked off with her legs.

A soft groan escaped the person beneath her.

Sensing the slight sound, Ji Yuran awkwardly touched the bridge of her nose, feeling guilty. “Am I too heavy…?”

“You’re not heavy,” Gu Muchu denied.

She just hadn’t fully recovered yet. This Alpha body was in good shape; carrying an Omega wasn’t a strain.

With only half a head’s height difference between them, Gu Muchu had to bend over to keep Ji Yuran’s legs off the ground. Her hand groped for Ji Yuran’s leg. “Put your leg over.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Ji Yuran lifted her thigh into Gu Muchu’s palm. The touch of that smooth, delicate skin made Gu Muchu cough awkwardly.

The sensation in her palm was exquisite—smooth, slender, and dazzlingly white under the lamplight. Afraid to move, she simply shifted Ji Yuran upward slightly.

Omega’s arms easily looped around Gu Muchu’s neck, carrying the scent of white peach body lotion. Gu Muchu couldn’t help but soften her breathing. The other woman’s chest pressed firmly against her back as they moved slowly down the road, their intertwined shadows stretching long and slanted.

Gu Muchu’s vision was obstructed, and she occasionally glanced down at the ground. At first, she could only see the shadow of her own bent back, but soon, a head popped up behind hers.

It ducked down, then popped up again.

Ji Yuran seemed endlessly amused, forming scissor-like shapes with her fingers and holding them up on either side of her head. The shadow’s head and fingers mimicked her gestures, looking agile and adorable.

“What are you doing?” Gu Muchu straightened her back slightly, trying to create some distance.

Moments later, the girl pressed close again, completely oblivious to any discomfort. “Making a little bunny.”

As she spoke, she paused, staring intently at their shadows on the ground as if trying to bore a hole through them. Her brow furrowed, and she suddenly blurted out, “Gu Muchu,” Ji Yuran sighed, “you look like an old lady.”

“Not that old, am I?” Gu Muchu mused, following her gaze.

The shadows cast by the two women were irregular, with fuzzy edges. Although Gu Muchu had just turned thirty, her meticulous self-care had imbued her with a mature and composed aura, a rare blend of qualities that made her a sought-after figure in the industry.

As she pondered the age difference between herself and Ji Yuran, her pace slowed.

Each step felt deliberate, inexplicably reassuring.

In early autumn, few leaves had fallen. The roadside shrubs gleamed under the light, and the faint chirping of insects could be heard.

“Almost forgot—I have something cool to show you.” Breaking the tranquil atmosphere, Gu Muchu remembered the video Lan Jing had sent. She gestured for Ji Yuran to take her phone from her pocket. “The first video in the album.”

Ji Yuran looked skeptical but complied. She quickly retrieved the phone, pressed the power button, and saw the password screen. Holding the phone, she moved in front of Gu Muchu, waited for the facial recognition to unlock it, and then swiftly withdrew it.

Gu Muchu smiled.

She’s quite clever.

“The first video in the album…” Ji Yuran murmured, carefully opening the album and tapping the first video without scrolling through the others.

The video was silent, showing a man standing on a balcony, drenched to the bone and shivering, shouting frantically. Yet almost no one seemed to hear him.

She quickly recognized the man as Guo Hao.

Gu Muchu explained, “I took care of him for you. I confiscated his phone, locked him on the balcony, and even had the upstairs neighbors pour water on him. Since there were so few people around, Guo Hao had to endure the night wind on the balcony all night.”

Hearing this, Ji Yuran felt a warmth spread through her heart. She hadn’t expected Gu Muchu to actually take her casual complaints to heart.

Her eyes curved into crescents, sparkling brightly. “Gu Muchu, you’re so mean!”

Seeing Ji Yuran in such a good mood, Gu Muchu couldn’t resist teasing her further. “Why do you say the same thing as Lan Jing?”

At this, Ji Yuran, who had been leaning against Gu Muchu’s back, fell silent. The grip on her shoulders tightened slightly.

“This is just the beginning,” Gu Muchu sighed. “Guo Hao is a devious man who relies on his family’s connections. Otherwise, his scandals would have been exposed long ago.” Remembering her past life, a wave of melancholy washed over her.

This punishment was far too lenient, but they were working on the same film set, and there would be plenty of opportunities for more.

After all this talking, the person behind her remained silent.

“Lan Jing slipped Guo Hao her room key and arranged to meet him that night. Before entering the room, she confiscated his phone under the pretense of preventing hidden cameras. Once they were on the balcony, she locked the door.”

Gu Muchu couldn’t help but chuckle, picturing Guo Hao’s humiliated state. Her satisfaction grew.

People with such devious intentions shouldn’t be in the public eye, gaining popularity.

“He’s too cowardly to expose the fact that he hired someone for a one-night stand. He’ll just have to swallow his pride.”

Still, no response came from behind her.

Finally sensing something was amiss, Gu Muchu tentatively asked, “Ranran?”

The person on her back clutched her now-darkened phone, its screen reflecting her dimmed gaze. After a long silence, Ji Yuran gripped Gu Muchu’s shoulder, her voice strained and resentful.

“Who is Lan Jing?”