The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 26

Gu Muchu pressed her thumb against Ji Yuran’s tense lower lip, her other hand holding the cherry cake. As she leaned closer, the Omega opened her mouth slightly, licked the corner of the frosting, and then closed her lips again.

She completed the task reluctantly, a smudge of cream lingering on the tip of her nose, making her look like a mischievous kitten caught stealing treats.

“Not eating anymore?” Gu Muchu released her grip and pinched Ji Yuran’s nose to wipe away the smudge. The Omega’s head swayed with the movement, like a tender leaf trembling on a branch.

Ji Yuran curled her tongue, the lingering sweetness of the cake lingering in her mouth. Her hands rested limply on her knees, and she remained silent.

Sensing her awkwardness, Gu Muchu was about to offer another bite when Ji Yuran’s hand suddenly landed on her thigh with a thump. Her watery eyes fixed on Gu Muchu, her lips twitching slightly.

“What is it?” Gu Muchu leaned forward, tilting her head to listen intently.

The restless hand curled slightly, creating a faint, ticklish sensation through the fabric.

Ji Yuran remained silent, her thick lashes glistening with moisture, as if she were on the verge of tears. Something seemed lodged in her throat, burning so fiercely that she couldn’t utter a single word.

“You… eat…” She rarely made such invitations. After uttering those words, she awkwardly tucked her hands back into her pockets, scratching the backs of her hands compulsively.

“Stop scratching,” Gu Muchu said, frowning as she watched red marks appear on Yuran’s fair skin. She gripped Yuran’s wrist and forcibly pulled her hands apart.

Yuran obediently complied, then stood up and sat on the step above.

She wasn’t used to being so close to Gu Muchu, where even the slightest imperfections on her face would be visible.

Sensing Yuran’s discomfort, Gu Muchu’s heart felt like it had been struck by a cold piece of iron. She sighed deeply and stood up.

“If I take an extra bite, you just get one less, right?” she said, her hands casually tucked into her coat pockets, radiating an air of relaxed nonchalance.

Gu Muchu’s tall frame cast a shadow over Yuran. After stuffing a piece of cake into her mouth, Yuran mumbled slowly, “Hmm… one bite for you, one bite for me…”

Her voice trailed off as she glanced up at Gu Muchu’s expression, her hands nervously twisting the stainless steel fork.

“One bite for you, one bite for me,” Gu Muchu repeated softly, a hint of amusement in her voice. She barely resisted the urge to ruffle Yuran’s hair.

Such a coy remark was more suited to lovebirds who were head over heels and couldn’t bear to be apart.

“Do you think we’re kindergarteners?” she asked, bending down so her long hair brushed against Ji Yuran’s shoulder. “Hurry up and eat, or someone will come looking for you.”

As she spoke, she tugged up the mask covering Ji Yuran’s chin and patted the Omega’s head three times, as if soothing a puppy with wet, pleading eyes. “No rush. I’ll wait for you in the lounge.”

Ji Yuran drew out a long “Oh,” watching the figure at the end of the corridor until it disappeared from sight. Only then did she look down at the cherry cake beside her.

The dark red filling oozed like molten lava from the chocolate cake’s crumb. Biting her fork, she slowly pulled out her phone, adjusting the angle several times before snapping a satisfactory photo.

Ji Yuran expertly tapped out a caption:

[Image] October 6th. Cake from my sister. 100 points!

She stared at the line for a long moment, then deleted it all.

[Image] October 6th.

It was like opening a diary and writing down life’s events—good or bad, only the words on the page remained.

Afraid of being discovered, yet equally afraid of not being discovered.

After spending two days in N City, Gu Muchu returned to S City. Upon landing, she first texted Ji Yuran to let her know she had arrived safely, then called Ling Xin.

“Sister Ling, please find a female Beta driver for me in N City. Give her contact information to Ji Yuran and instruct her to ensure someone accompanies Yuran whenever she goes out.” Recalling the events of that night, Gu Muchu felt lingering fear.

Unfortunately, Lan Jing was in S City, which made things inconvenient. She had no choice but to rely on Ling Xin. Fortunately, her star power was significant enough that her manager was willing to handle such minor requests.

As Gu Muchu exited Terminal 3, her assistant, carrying a crossbody bag, hurried over. The assistant seemed to have tanned slightly during their two days away. She smoothly took the suitcase and chattered incessantly as she followed Gu Muchu.

“Sister Gu, you’re finally back! I’ve been hounded to death by Guo Hao these past few days,” Lan Jing complained, her tone dripping with impatience as she strode ahead.

Gu Muchu paused, slowing her pace and frowning almost imperceptibly. “What trouble has he stirred up this time?”

At the mention of Guo Hao, Lan Jing’s eyes lit up instantly, finally finding an outlet for her pent-up frustration. “It’s about that incident last time. That coward Guo Hao doesn’t dare escalate things, so he’s been camping outside my dorm every day.”

“Sister Gu, every time you come back, he’s bound to make a scene,” Lan Jing grumbled, defending Gu Muchu’s honor until they finally got into the car and she fell silent.

They had hoped to postpone dealing with this matter for a couple of days, but as soon as they returned to the film set, they spotted a suspicious-looking man lurking near the villa entrance.

He was crouched by the gate, but when he saw them approaching, he quickly stood up, pulled his hood down low, revealing only a pair of weary eyes.

Recognizing him, Lan Jing turned to Gu Muchu in the back seat and said, “Sister Gu, Guo Hao’s up ahead.”

As the car’s headlights flashed on, the man squinted, walked to the rear passenger window, and rapped on the glass with his knuckles. His voice was hoarse, tinged with desperation.

“Miss Gu…”

Lan Jing’s head darted forward, ready to retort, but Gu Muchu raised a hand to stop her. She rolled down the window and said calmly, “Let’s talk in the car.”

Her almond eyes lowered slightly, her demeanor composed and dignified.

Through the car window, Guo Hao suddenly resembled a tail-wagging, begging dog, while the impeccably dressed Gu Muchu inside the car scrutinized his disheveled state.

“Miss Gu…” His voice was strained, as if through gritted teeth, as he took a deep breath, struggling to suppress his turbulent emotions. “Some private matters are best kept from outsiders, don’t you think?”

With that, Guo Hao’s gaze swept over the driver and Lan Jing in the front seats.

Gu Muchu finally looked up, meeting Guo Hao’s gaze directly. She rested her hand on the car door handle, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “Alright.”

Today, she was dressed in a short black-purple sweater and light-colored high-waisted jeans, radiating youthful energy and appearing utterly harmless.

Guo Hao shifted his position to make it easier for Gu Muchu to get out of the car.

“Lan Jing, go back first. Don’t tell Sister Ling about this,” Gu Muchu instructed, folding her sunglasses and tucking them into her jeans pocket.

“Sister Gu…” The young assistant looked worried, shooting a glare at Guo Hao, her lips pursed so tightly they seemed about to touch the sky. But in the end, she obediently complied.

The car sped away, leaving only exhaust fumes in its wake. Gu Muchu stepped onto the curb, crossing her arms as she faced Guo Hao. “Speak.”

The dim yellow light cast by the streetlamp split her sculpted features into stark contrasts of light and shadow. Gone was the approachable warmth from before; now, Gu Muchu was cold and distant. The radiant smile she had flashed him on set seemed like nothing more than Guo Hao’s delusion.

Recalling the mysteriously appearing room card in his pocket that night, Guo Hao stubbornly demanded, “Sister Gu, why did you stand me up that day?”

Even at this point, he still harbored ulterior motives. Anyone with a shred of common sense would never have asked such a question.

Gu Muchu shrugged, feigning ignorance. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“Were you the one who locked me on the balcony that night?” Guo Hao demanded, his aggressive tone and the acrid stench of cigarettes clinging to him.

Gu Muchu raised her hand to her nose, her disdain unmistakable.

“What balcony? I have no idea what you’re referring to.”

Hearing this, combined with the malicious gleam in her eyes, Guo Hao’s slow-witted mind finally clicked.

This woman must have orchestrated everything, just to mess with me.

“You’re playing me?” He lunged forward, then froze, remembering the security cameras. He clenched his fists, his anger simmering as he lowered them to his sides. “Miss Gu, I don’t think I’ve ever wronged you.”

“Of course not,” Gu Muchu replied with a smile and a nod, her casual dismissal fueling Guo Hao’s pent-up rage like a punch thrown into cotton.

“I advise you to stop plotting.” She had no desire to deal with people like Guo Hao; it would only bring her trouble and serve no purpose.

With that, Gu Muchu swiped her keycard, stepped into the elevator, and left the man seething in frustration.

Watching her radiant face disappear between the closing doors, Guo Hao leaned against the wall, spitting viciously onto the ground. He didn’t leave the villa until he’d finished his cigarette.

Despite the strict no-photography policy on set, numerous behind-the-scenes photos of Youth still leaked online, thanks to its star-studded cast and massive investment.

Gu Muchu emerged from the shower, rubbing her dripping hair with a towel as she walked over to the sofa.

The brightly lit screen displayed an image of Stitch, and she could hear faint rustling through the earpiece.

“What are you up to?” she asked softly, wrapping her hair in the towel before comfortably settling down. She picked up her phone and called out to the other line.

There was no response.

She called out again, and this time Ji Yuran answered with a muffled hum through her nose.

“What’s got you so engrossed?” It was already 10:30 PM when Gu Muchu returned to the villa. She stretched her stiff back and pounded it vigorously.

“Just scrolling through Weibo,” the Omega replied, her voice soft as a kitten’s.

Gu Muchu hooked a throw pillow with her foot and tucked it under her lower back. Remembering the unedited photos of the Youth cast that had gone viral online earlier that day, she asked, “Leaked photos?”

Ji Yuran didn’t answer, but her reaction suggested Gu Muchu had hit the mark.

She draped her arm over her eyes, but the harsh light still seeped through the gaps, a glaring reminder of the perfect day now marred by a missing piece.

Though her eyes burned with exhaustion, Gu Muchu dragged her weary body to fetch the hairdryer.

As she picked it up, Ji Yuran’s soft voice crackled through the receiver: “Gu Muchu, can I come see you?”

The hairdryer nearly slipped from her grasp. Thinking she must have misheard, she held the phone closer to her ear. “What did you say?”

After a moment of silence, Ji Yuran realized her request was too forward and quickly retracted it. “Never mind.”

Though they lived in different cities, their meetings were frequent. Almost every two weeks, Gu Muchu would return to see Ji Yuran.

Ever since the incident, Gu Muchu had worried about her every night, not only endlessly reminding Ji Yuran to lock her doors and windows but also demanding detailed updates on every aspect of her life.

To outsiders, it might seem like she had an extreme need for control.

If Ji Yuran were to come…

“Do you want to come over?” Gu Muchu asked, holding the hairdryer but not turning it on, seeking Ji Yuran’s opinion.

“Why would I want to come over?” Ji Yuran countered with another question, gently removing the towel, careful not to let even a breath betray her true feelings.

This was a carefully considered decision. Li Kai’s audition was just around the corner, and Ji Yuran had just wrapped up filming for a web drama. This wasn’t an ideal time to join a new production, leaving her awkwardly idle.

With few friends in N City, she spent her days at home, cycling through monotonous workouts and binge-watching dramas, lacking any sense of fulfillment.

The soft glow of her phone screen illuminated her Omega face, reflecting leaked photos from the set of Youth in her eyes, revealing a flicker of envy.

Ji Yuran turned off her phone, rolled into bed, and hugged her warm plush bear, finally feeling a tangible sense of security.

“Just a random thought,” she said.

“You’re welcome to come,” Gu Muchu replied, picking up the broken glass from the floor and tossing it into the trash. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

“Guo Hao is on set, and I was worried you might mind, so I didn’t mention it earlier.” She set aside the matter of the broken vase, sat on the sofa with her knees pressed together, and spoke softly.

Youth boasts a cast of exceptionally skilled actors, and the director is deeply committed to his craft. If Ji Yuran could come and observe, it might offer her valuable insights.

“With you here, I’m not afraid,” Ji Yuran murmured, plucking at the fur of her teddy bear, her toes curling inward in embarrassment and frustration.

Expressing her needs directly remained a challenge for her.

“Alright, book your flight and let me know. I’ll have Lan Jing pick you up at the airport.”

At the mention of “Lan Jing,” Ji Yuran’s hand froze mid-pluck, her voice wilting. “I understand.”

She still resented it—resented that Gu Muchu had someone reliable by her side, someone who could truly support her. She resented that, in her absence, someone closer might become integrated into Gu Muchu’s life.

Even though Lan Jing was just a Beta.

Even with meticulous preparations, it’s impossible to guard against the vermin lurking in the shadows, constantly watching others.

Today on set, Guo Hao noticed something off about Gu Muchu’s assistant.

He narrowed his eyes, waiting until Gu Muchu rose from her moon chair before extinguishing his cigarette. After a quick word with Yao Jinfeng, he secretly followed her.

When she reached a secluded, shady corner, Guo Hao crouched down, hiding behind a wall, his gaze fixed on Gu Muchu.

Gu Muchu pulled out her phone and called Lan Jing. The call was answered quickly after two rings. “Have you picked her up yet?”

The background noise was loud and chaotic, making it difficult to hear her.

“Not yet. I can’t get through to Miss Ji’s phone. I was just thinking about going to get her luggage…”

Gu Muchu pinched the bridge of her nose in concern. She opened her chat with Ji Yuran and saw no reply. “I’ll pick up Yuran later… Ji Yuran, call me.”

The affectionate nickname slipped out before she could stop herself. Realizing her mistake, she quickly corrected herself. Lan Jing, ever slow to react, was easily fooled.

After receiving assurances from the other end, Gu Muchu hung up the phone with relief. She turned to leave, only to find Guo Hao standing behind her, having appeared unnoticed.

The man still retained his street thug appearance, sporting a defiant yellow-dyed hairstyle. A lighter hung from his shirt’s left pocket, its tip glowing red. He lowered his head to flick the lighter a couple of times, his hands casually tucked into his pants pockets, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

The smile on Gu Muchu’s face gradually turned cold. “How much did you hear?”

Guo Hao sighed theatrically, avoiding a direct answer as he slowly approached her. “So that’s why Miss Gu always likes to make things difficult for me… It’s because of Ji Yuran.”

The name “Ji Yuran” was uttered with dismissive lightness, as if it were insignificant. A sneering smile stretched across his face as he stepped onto a bare rock beside the path.

Despite numerous laws protecting Omegas, societal discrimination against this group persisted, particularly among Alphas. Perhaps these so-called “special protections” only reinforced the perception of Omegas as a weaker gender.

“Add to your troubles?” Gu Muchu chuckled softly, then composed herself, her gaze settling on him. “You overestimate yourself.”

She had no intention of wasting time here and was about to walk past him back to the venue when he raised his arm, blocking her path.

“Hey, Miss Gu, aren’t you being a little disrespectful?” Guo Hao clicked his tongue. “I heard everything. Aren’t you afraid… I’ll expose your affair with Ji Yuran?”

Gu Muchu closed her eyes in exasperation, finding his voice grating on her ears.

Loud arguments were no match for silent contempt.

Guo Hao, a man of little patience, was thoroughly enraged by her indifference. Recalling how he had been drenched on the hotel balcony, shivering in the night wind, his anger flared anew.

What was so special about Gu Muchu? He thought. She’s just riding on her looks and family name. Now that her falling out with Gu Yiqiong is public knowledge, what gives her the right to act so high and mighty in front of me?

“Ah ha, Miss Gu, our families both have a little money. Why ruin things over an Omega? It would benefit both our families if we just let this go, right?” Guo Hao forced down his anger, trying to persuade her with a reasonable tone. But when he saw no flicker of emotion on her face, his composure faltered.

“Gu Muchu, just give me ten million as hush money, and I guarantee this whole thing will stay buried deep inside me,” the man said, abandoning all pretense after his earlier attempts at intimidation failed. “Ten million is just a few film paychecks for you, right?”

Gu Muchu had initially planned to walk away, but his words piqued her interest. “I never imagined Young Master Guo, with his prestigious family background, would stoop to caring about a mere ten million.”

She deliberately emphasized “Young Master Guo,” her tone dripping with silent mockery.

As soon as the words left her lips, Guo Hao’s face flushed crimson. He was reminded of his family’s desperate attempts to curry favor by showering gifts on others.

Her words struck a raw nerve.

The Guo Family couldn’t compare to the globally renowned Gu Group. They were merely nouveau riche, local bullies who might dominate their small corner of the world, but paled in comparison to Gu Muchu’s power.

“Gu Muchu, don’t be so ungrateful,” Guo Hao snapped, his anger rising. “Is Ji Yuran really worth all this trouble? I thought you were smarter than this. You could find a better club girl at Qu Nan Manor’s auctions, couldn’t you?”

Men harbor a secret, petty pride. Being overshadowed by someone like Gu Muchu was one thing, but even an Omega with no connections like Ji Yuran dared to challenge him. Years of resentment suddenly erupted, and he lashed out without thinking.

The words “club girl” stung Gu Muchu’s ears, dredging up memories of the vile rumors she had endured in her past life. The image of Ji Yuran’s face flashed before her eyes, and she could only scoff.

No matter how hard she worked, to those who hated her, she would always be reduced to a scandalous rumor about being someone’s mistress.

Gu Muchu raised her eyes and strode calmly toward Guo Hao, feigning genuine curiosity. “That kind of trash? What kind of trash?”

Her impeccable composure usually allowed her to remain indifferent to such crude remarks, but this time, she was genuinely enraged.

Guo Hao, mistaking her response as a sign of her changing her mind, was about to speak when he was suddenly grabbed by the collar and violently thrown backward.

The dominance of a high-ranking Alpha over a lower-ranking one was nearly absolute. He groaned in pain as his back slammed against a tree trunk. Amidst the rustling leaves, he thought he heard the sickening crack of bone.

“You fucking…” Guo Hao barely had time to react before his collar was yanked again, his throat nearly choking off his air supply. He could only gasp, making futile, gurgling sounds.

The Alpha’s usually gentle face now radiated icy coldness, her usual warmth completely vanished.

People with mild temperaments have a high threshold for anger, but once provoked, their fury becomes almost unbearable.

Gu Muchu was precisely this type of person.

The Alpha exuded such overwhelming pressure that Guo Hao’s knees threatened to buckle. His pupils constricted sharply, fear flooding his eyes. He tried to utter a threat, but no sound escaped his lips.

“I think you’ve misunderstood one thing,” Gu Muchu’s voice dripped with ice, sending a chill that seemed to penetrate to his very bones.

Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket, displaying the name “Ji Yuran.”

It was Ji Yuran calling.

Gu Muchu didn’t pause her actions.

“First, what happened before is over. As long as you don’t provoke me, I’m willing to turn a blind eye.”

Apart from when she first rose to fame and faced hateful comments from online trolls, she had never resorted to such sharp, cutting words to attack anyone.

Gu Muchu’s contempt for Ji Yuran felt like a personal insult.

“Second, I’ve never taken your threats seriously. Whether public opinion turns against you or not is my decision, and even without the Gu Family’s backing, dealing with you would be child’s play.”

Gu Muchu’s reputation provided her with ample leverage. Guo Hao, a minor internet celebrity with no real influence, posed no threat.

The once arrogant Guo Hao now cowered in silence, his eyes wide with terror as he shook his head.

“Third, if any further slander against Ji Yuran appears on any platform, it will be traced back to you.”

The persistent vibration in her pocket traveled to Gu Muchu’s palm, slightly easing her anger.

As if oblivious, she moved her hand to Guo Hao’s left chest, hooked a finger, and gently retrieved the silver-gleaming rectangular lighter from his pocket.

A red light flashed at the top, and its sleek design clearly indicated its high value.

It was a voice recorder.

Gu Muchu picked it up and slowly pressed it against the tree trunk. With a sudden, violent motion, the recorder cracked and shattered into pieces.

“I hope you understand that all your fabricated lies will backfire,” she said, gripping the broken recorder and pinching Guo Hao’s chin. “If you have any more tricks up your sleeve, bring them on.”

With those words, Gu Muchu forced the man’s mouth open with her left hand and shoved the shattered recorder into his mouth.

Having done all this, she ignored the male Alpha’s tear-streaked face, which belied his bravado, and pulled out her phone. In the final second before the call disconnected, she answered it.