The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 27

The voice on the other end of the line was muffled, like a voice shrouded in mist, crackling with static. Amidst the cacophony, Ji Yuran’s voice rang clear and refreshing.

The rising anger in Gu Muchu’s heart vanished without a trace, as if pinched away by delicate fingertips.

“Why did you take so long to answer?” The Omega sounded delighted, jogging through the spacious airport while pushing her suitcase. “I’m at the airport!”

“Mm,” Gu Muchu replied, her voice softening, infected by the other woman’s exuberance. She turned her gaze to the man slumped beneath the tree, a wry smile curving her lips. “What’s got you so excited?”

She kept her voice gentle, afraid even a slightly heavy breath might scare away this feather-light person.

Of course I’m excited—because I’m about to see you! The words caught in Ji Yuran’s throat. She slammed on the brakes, halting abruptly in the bustling airport.

She had nearly let her excitement get the better of her, almost blurting out the truth.

Gu Muchu didn’t notice the sudden stop. She glanced at the time on her phone and said, “I need to get back to the set. Wait for me at the villa.”

Having been away for so long, lingering any longer would raise suspicions.

As for Guo Hao…

The man was still reeling from the terror he had just experienced, his mind struggling to catch up. When he met Gu Muchu’s gaze, he nearly lost his soul in fright. He silently clamped his mouth shut, clutching the recording pen hidden inside.

Gu Muchu gracefully smoothed the wrinkles in her costume, sparing Guo Hao not another glance as she turned and walked away.

Inside the airport, Ji Yuran hung up the phone and stared at their chat window, sensing that Gu Muchu seemed unusually focused today.

Lan Jing had barely managed to keep up with Ji Yuran’s brisk pace. Seeing her stop, she slipped her hand through the luggage handle, ready to take over. “Miss Ji, let me help you with your luggage…”

Before she could finish, the Omega kicked the bottom of the suitcase, sending it rolling away on its wheels, creating distance between them.

“Thank you, but I don’t need it.” The warm, gentle demeanor she had shown Gu Muchu vanished completely. Ji Yuran pulled her baseball cap lower, revealing her slightly pointed chin as her entire demeanor reverted to its usual cold, aloof elegance.

Oh, so she has two faces, Lan Jing thought, stroking her chin thoughtfully as she recalled Ji Yuran’s cat-like docility in Gu Muchu’s presence.

The morning’s filming wrapped up quickly. Most of the extras and crew remained on set, while the main cast, including Gu Muchu, were allowed to return to their accommodations for a short break.

As Gu Muchu approached the villa, she stretched languidly. When she saw the elevator indicator stop at “2,” her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately settled.

Ji Yuran was waiting for her upstairs.

In the second-floor lounge, a figure sat on the wooden sofa. Her hands rested on her knees, and she periodically glanced at her phone to check the time, appearing restless and anxious.

The Omega had grown thinner, her cheekbones now slightly more prominent, the bridge of her nose more defined. Her skin was taut, devoid of any excess flesh, accentuating her perfect bone structure and enhancing her natural elegance.

Gu Muchu didn’t immediately announce her presence. She silently studied Ji Yuran for a moment, then impulsively breathed onto the glass door of the lounge and traced a small heart with her fingertip.

A chaotic dark shadow flickered in Ji Yuran’s peripheral vision. She looked up, her gaze unfocused.

The tassels dangling from the Alpha’s bohemian-style shawl swayed with her movements. Gu Muchu’s fingertip glided effortlessly across the misty surface, the imperfect heart lingering briefly on the glass before being erased by the cool air.

A small mark was left on Ji Yuran’s heart.

“You’re back?” she said, her voice as natural as if she were a mischievous little dog waiting at home, as she gripped the bulky door handle.

Gu Muchu suspected that if Ji Yuran had a tail, it would be wagging like a propeller right now.

“Have you been waiting long?” Gu Muchu asked, her face apologetic. But before she could finish, Ji Yuran grabbed her and pressed her onto the sofa.

Gu Muchu looked bewildered. Then she saw Ji Yuran take an apple from the fruit bowl, grip the nearby paring knife, and sit down beside her.

The wide sleeves of her hoodie covered the back of her hand, making Ji Yuran look like a little monster with three stubby fingers.

Still kind of cute, Gu Muchu thought.

“Are you up to your old tricks again?” she asked, suspicious of Ji Yuran’s unusual behavior. As she spoke, she watched Ji Yuran clumsily peel the apple.

Ji Yuran was a decent cook, but perhaps she was nervous in Gu Muchu’s presence. Instead of neatly peeling the apple, she clumsily sliced off thick, circular pieces of peel, still clinging to chunks of flesh. It didn’t look very appetizing.

Yet Ji Yuran stubbornly insisted, “You looked tired.” These four simple words were her only explanation.

Though this was clearly Ji Yuran’s residence, Gu Muchu acted more like the hostess. Gu Muchu chuckled softly, leaning back slightly in her chair, her hands clasped as she gazed at the Omega.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Ji Yuran said, her hand trembling, nearly slicing her fingertip with the fruit knife.

Gu Muchu’s expression brightened with amusement. Her slender, pale fingers intertwined with Ji Yuran’s, grasping the awkwardly peeled apple and taking the fruit knife.

“If not you, should I look at this?” she asked, holding up the unevenly peeled apple. She added softly, “What a waste of food.”

Her body swayed slightly backward, as if both embarrassed and delighted.

All Ji Yuran wanted was to do everything within her power for Gu Muchu.

To slowly infiltrate her daily life, making herself indispensable.

Ji Yuran lifted her long lashes, stealing glances at Gu Muchu.

“Tilt the knife slightly, use less force, and then…” Gu Muchu’s voice, soft and warm, seemed to drift through the dust-motes dancing in the air, her dark eyes glowing amber in the light.

Ji Yuran’s mind wasn’t on the task at hand. Gu Muchu’s voice was like a tingling caress, her gaze making Ji Yuran’s heart race.

Her slender, bony fingers cradled the apple, its sticky juice coating her skin. The sharp blade of the knife skillfully avoided her fingertips. She stared blankly until an apple was pressed into her palm.

“Did you forget what you were going to say?” Gu Muchu set the fruit knife aside, pulling out a wet wipe to cleanse each joint of her fingers.

The apple’s halved surface bore a hexagonal pattern so exquisite that Ji Yuran couldn’t bear to eat it, wanting only to preserve it. “Thank you, Sister,” she murmured.

It wasn’t until Gu Muchu went to the kitchen to wash the knife that Ji Yuran realized:

How did I end up eating the apple?

When Gu Muchu returned, she found the Omega sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. “Still daydreaming? From now on, I’ll call you Little Dreamer.”

Even the screen couldn’t diminish their familiarity. Now that they were face-to-face, their longing surged like a tide. Though Ji Yuran felt a pang of resentment, she swallowed it down.

She had developed a habitual dependence on Gu Muchu.

“I’m not Little Dreamer. You’re not allowed to call me that.” Gu Muchu pulled up a low stool, sitting opposite Ji Yuran. Mimicking her tone, she recited what Ji Yuran might say next:

The previously gloomy Omega couldn’t help but laugh, her voice muffled as she said, “You’re mocking the way I talk.”

“Do you think you understand me so well?”

The counter-question caught Gu Muchu off guard. She tilted her head back. “Then we can get to know each other better in the future.”

The word “future…” struck a nerve in Ji Yuran’s heart. She cradled the apple, turning it gently in her hands. “Will there even be a future for us?”

A moment of silence hung in the air. She immediately regretted asking the question, despite her cautious probing.

Gu Muchu pondered for a moment, noticing the light in the Omega’s eyes dimming. Her throat tightened. “Do you think there won’t be a future for us?” she countered.

The other woman’s lips trembled, but she couldn’t utter a word. Her eyelashes fluttered violently, and the knuckles of her fingers gripping the apple turned white.

“Gu Muchu… will you ever want me?” she finally whispered, the words like wisps of smoke.

For some reason, the conversation had taken such a heavy turn. And for some reason, Ji Yuran couldn’t control herself.

Gu Muchu pressed her lips together, offering no reply.

For Ji Yuran, a promise was a solemn responsibility. She wouldn’t make one lightly without the strength to uphold it.

Gu Muchu’s silence weighed heavily on Ji Yuran’s heart. Her face flushed crimson, and the fragrant apple that had been so appealing moments ago now seemed ugly in her palm.

She snatched Gu Muchu’s hand, knocked the apple against it, and exhaled deeply, struggling to contain her emotions. “Just something I said. Don’t take it to heart.”

“Here’s your apple back.”

Gu Muchu’s palm was slightly cool. Before she could react, a gust of wind stirred the stagnant air, setting it in motion again.

Ji Yuran pushed open the door and strode out of the hall.

Snapping out of her daze, Gu Muchu realized Ji Yuran had already left, still clutching the apple. She hurried after her.

In the courtyard, the koi in the small pond flicked their tails, startled by the sound of the opening door. Ripples spread across the water’s surface, distorting the reflections of the surrounding scenery.

Vines twisted around the nearby arched trellis, casting a dappled shade over half the area. A swing hung motionless within. Ji Yuran paused, then sat down on the swing, wrapping her arms around the vines to pull herself closer.

Gu Muchu followed closely behind, still holding the apple. Seeing that Ji Yuran hadn’t gone far, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“What’s wrong?” Gu Muchu asked as she approached. Ji Yuran’s peach blossom eyes blinked, filled with an unreadable emotion.

She remained silent until Gu Muchu was close, then suddenly tilted her head back. “Gu Muchu, will you take me to the film set this afternoon?”

Gu Muchu was taken aback. Although she had brought Ji Yuran here to learn from senior actors, Ji Yuran’s reaction seemed… off.

“I’m joining the crew soon and want to improve quickly,” Ji Yuran said, pulling the apple from Gu Muchu’s hand and taking a bite. “I’m just too clumsy. I’ll end up on the streets if I don’t get better.”

Gu Muchu had only been interested in Ji Yuran for her looks. But after testing her earlier reaction, she realized that if she continued to wallow in her own despair, she might never even see Ji Yuran again.

For the first time, Ji Yuran directly felt the gap between them. A pang of sadness struck her, like a tender sprout that had finally pushed its way through the soil only to be pressed back down.

“Even if I were homeless, I wouldn’t let you end up on the streets.”

When Ji Yuran had stormed out earlier, Gu Muchu had assumed she was angry. Only after hearing these words did she breathe a sigh of relief.

“What were you thinking…?”

Just as they were speaking, the elevator bell suddenly rang. Ji Yuran and Gu Muchu exchanged glances before approaching the screen. When they saw the familiar figure displayed, Gu Muchu couldn’t help but frown.

Yu Yue stood at the elevator door, her expression gentle. She wore a navy blue long coat and carried something in her hand, clearly prepared for a visit. Seeing no movement inside, she pressed the bell again.

“Muchu, it’s me.”

She smiled warmly at the elevator camera.

Gu Muchu hadn’t expected Yu Yue to visit so suddenly.

Ji Yuran, who had also heard the bell, temporarily set aside her conflicted thoughts and said calmly, “I’ll go hide inside for a while.”