The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 28

After Ji Yuran hid herself, Yu Yue arrived at the elevator entrance. Seeing Gu Muchu waiting in the courtyard, she smiled warmly.

“I didn’t tell you about my sudden visit. I hope I’m not being too presumptuous?” Yu Yue’s voice was soft and delicate. Even if her actions were somewhat intrusive, Gu Muchu couldn’t bring herself to say no directly.

“How could this be presumptuous?” Gu Muchu led Yu Yue toward the main hall. Yu Yue glanced sideways, her gaze lingering on the swaying swing in the distance, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

As they entered the hall, a faint, clean fragrance permeated the air. Unlike Gu Muchu’s own scent, this one resembled the soft, comforting aroma of her own kind.

Yu Yue’s brow furrowed imperceptibly. She held her breath, quickly composed herself, and sat casually on the sofa, placing her visiting gift on the raw wood coffee table.

Gu Muchu handed her a cup of freshly brewed tea. Yu Yue took a sip, sighed contentedly, and said, “Pan Wei has been calling me constantly, nagging about you. I’m getting quite tired of it.”

Gu Muchu sat on a separate sofa, cradling a paper cup in her hands. The rough texture of the cup, like finely sanded furniture, left a faint residue on her skin, creating a stark contrast to Yu Yue’s warm, solicitous words.

When Lu Panwei’s name came up, Gu Muchu realized she had indeed ignored her messages several times. This wasn’t because she was transferring her resentment for Gu Yiqiong onto Lu Panwei. Gu Muchu simply felt that she and Gu Yiqiong represented opposite extremes: one fiercely dominant, the other so weak she bordered on being coddled.

To put it another way, Lu Panwei’s concern for Gu Muchu was tinged with the anxiety of countless sleepless nights. This anxiety, now transferred to Gu Muchu, made her feel constrained and unable to act freely.

“Mom’s always been like this,” Gu Muchu said, offering a polite platitude. “We’re lucky Aunt Yu is around to keep her company.” Though she spoke the right words, being around someone as deeply thoughtful as Yu Yue made her deeply uncomfortable.

Gu Muchu had no desire to navigate these awkward relationships with distant relatives.

An unfamiliar fragrance drifted through the air. Yu Yue noticed Gu Muchu’s perfunctory responses and distracted demeanor, and began to survey the room’s furnishings.

Her gaze wandered aimlessly before finally settling on the tightly closed bedroom door.

Gu Muchu, ever perceptive, rose to her feet, subtly blocking Yu Yue’s line of sight. This instinctive movement spoke volumes to both women.

Yu Yue, realizing her intrusion, offered an awkward smile and quickly changed the subject. “I didn’t see your little assistant on set today?”

The steam from the tea blurred Gu Muchu’s cheeks, her words carrying a subtle hint of probing.

Gu Muchu’s heart tightened.

She had specifically instructed Lan Jing to pick her up from the airport today, thinking it was a minor matter. She hadn’t expected Yu Yue to be so attentive to her entourage.

“The costume was too big,” Gu Muchu said, forcing a casual tone. “I asked Lan Jing to go backstage and find a safety pin. She was only gone for a moment.”

Yu Yue nodded, her expression unreadable. She glanced at the door again. “Filming must be exhausting. I remember wearing those heavy headdresses that weighed several pounds when I took on roles before…”

The other woman seemed genuinely just making small talk. After a while, Gu Muchu’s tense shoulders relaxed, though a seed of suspicion remained in her heart.

Something about this visit feels off.

As it turned out, it was likely just her overthinking. Yu Yue left the villa shortly after.

It was like the tense calm before a storm, when you prepare for the worst only for nothing to happen.

Gu Muchu felt a lingering unease. She glanced at Ji Yuran’s room and realized, with a start, that her back was already soaked in cold sweat.

As it approached two o’clock, the temperature soared. Lan Jing had come downstairs to pick up Gu Muchu, who was now sitting in the passenger seat. The glaring sunlight streaming through the windshield made her squint, and she couldn’t help but raise a hand to fan herself.

With a ding, the elevator doors slid open. Gu Muchu stepped out first, followed by Ji Yuran, who was bundled up tightly.

The Omega had pulled her hat low, revealing only her slightly pointed chin and pale wrists. The assistant’s gaze darted between the two women, inexplicably sensing they made a striking pair.

To justify Ji Yuran’s presence on set, Gu Muchu had avoided having her visit as a guest. Instead, she had given her the title of assistant, providing a legitimate reason for her to stay for extended periods.

Yet Ji Yuran’s entire demeanor hardly resembled that of an assistant.

The hum of the air conditioning brought a refreshing breeze, dispelling the stifling heat that had rushed in when the door opened. Lan Jing exchanged a few words with Gu Muchu, then glanced at them through the rearview mirror.

Ji Yuran leaned back in her seat, lost in thought, her hand resting on her knee.

A noticeable gap separated the two women. When Gu Muchu shifted closer, the Omega’s posture stiffened visibly, and she pressed her lips together.

The car moved slowly. Ji Yuran opened her mouth slightly, as if she were hot. Gu Muchu noticed her discomfort and flicked the brim of her baseball cap.

“Are you hot?”

Ji Yuran startled, tilting her head up in confusion. Gu Muchu gripped the brim and flipped the cap up.

A beautiful oval face came into view. Whether from nervousness or something else, beads of sweat glistened at Ji Yuran’s temples, and stray strands of hair clung to her cheeks.

“We’re all friends here,” Gu Muchu said, reaching out to brush the hair aside, revealing Ji Yuran’s full face. “No need to be so reserved.”

The Omega’s initial stiffness melted away. Surrounded by Gu Muchu’s familiar colleagues, Ji Yuran began to relax.

With those words, Gu Muchu’s fingertips, soft and slightly cool like ice cubes dropped into coffee, brushed against Ji Yuran’s skin.

The assistant, seeing through everything, sighed inwardly and quietly instructed the driver to raise the privacy partition.

Upon arriving at the film set, Gu Muchu greeted the crew members briefly before leading Ji Yuran to a private dressing room.

The dressing rooms for more prominent actors were brighter and came with dedicated makeup and styling artists. Ji Yuran trailed behind Gu Muchu like a little shadow, her eyes gleaming with envy as she spotted the costumes hanging on the racks.

Having multiple looks in a single drama or film was a dream for almost every actor, and Ji Yuran was no exception.

Gu Muchu pulled out the costume she needed and walked to the full-length mirror to hold it up against herself. Her gaze met Ji Yuran’s through the reflection. “Do you like it?”

“It’s alright,” Ji Yuran replied, looking away to feign indifference. Gu Muchu chuckled at her reaction. “You’ll have your own someday.”

With that, Gu Muchu stepped into the dressing room. Rustling sounds came from behind the curtain. When she emerged, the costume’s impact on her aura was immediately striking.

Gu Muchu’s eyes swept over the two women in the room. Lan Jing, ever enthusiastic, praised her effusively.

“As expected of Sister Gu! You’re a natural clothes horse—absolutely stunning!” Lan Jing gave her a thumbs-up, then noticed Gu Muchu wasn’t even looking at her. Following her gaze, she saw the silent Ji Yuran and awkwardly trailed off.

The Alpha’s slender frame made the costume, which had been deliberately sized up to fit the character, look slightly awkward in certain details.

Gu Muchu hadn’t lied to Yu Yue. During their break, she had indeed asked Lan Jing to find some safety pins to secure her constantly slipping sleeves while filming.

Lan Jing pulled open a drawer. “Sister Gu, I’m here to help.”

Ji Yuran, who was carefully examining the costumes on the rack, glanced up at the two women.

Lan Jing picked up a paperclip from the table, straightened it, and leaned in close to Gu Muchu, muttering complaints.

“The costume department is so annoying! They always make these impractical costumes that look good but are useless. They’re so bulky and cumbersome, making it hard to even walk properly…” The young woman, with her high ponytail and freckles scattered across her cheeks, looked like a child.

Despite her grumbling, Lan Jing’s movements were swift and efficient. She folded the wide sleeve into a corner, then compared the left and right sides.

Gu Muchu lowered her gaze, remaining still as if she were a doll being manipulated. Then, as if compelled by some unseen force, she lifted her head, her gaze drifting past Lan Jing’s shoulder to meet Ji Yuran’s eyes, who stood by the costume rack.

Their eyes locked in a silent challenge, neither willing to break the gaze first.

Ji Yuran’s eyes were strikingly beautiful, with slightly wide double eyelids and upturned corners. When she looked at someone intently, her gaze seemed to possess a magnetic pull, like a whirlpool that threatened to drown anyone who dared to meet it.

Ji Yuran had been aimlessly flipping through the costumes on the rack, the hangers clinking crisply against the metal bar. Only then did she stop moving.

Warm sunlight streamed through the window, time flowing by slowly. The Omega stood half-hidden in the shadows.

The sounds around Gu Muchu gradually faded into a distant blur until she felt a sharp tug on her sleeve. She snapped back to attention, her gaze breaking away from Ji Yuran’s to land on Lan Jing.

Ji Yuran blinked her dry eyes, staring at the assistant’s retreating figure for a few seconds.

She refocused her attention on the rack of costumes, the slow, rhythmic clinking of hangers echoing in her ears.

“I’m so sorry, Sister Gu! It seems like this part is sewn shut,” Lan Jing apologized, realizing her clumsy mistake.

The interruption made Gu Muchu purse her lips. “It’s fine,” she said, pulling her sleeve free. The black-and-gold cuff, embroidered with subtle patterns, shimmered in the light. Gu Muchu ran her fingers over the fabric, slowly lifting her head to meet Ji Yuran’s gaze.

“Do you want to help?”

Lan Jing had assumed Gu Muchu was addressing her, but the director’s eyes were fixed on someone behind her. She turned to see Ji Yuran’s hand resting on the dazzling array of costumes, her expression cold and indifferent.

A long silence hung in the air before the Omega finally replied.

“I don’t serve.”

Her tone was stiff, like a petulant child or someone stating a cold fact, as devoid of emotion as her expression.

Gu Muchu had long sensed Ji Yuran’s subtle hostility toward Lan Jing. Combined with her probing questions about Lan Jing’s identity the other night, Gu Muchu suddenly felt like laughing.

All bark and no bite.

“Really?” she countered.

Ji Yuran’s lips moved, but her voice was so faint it was barely audible even in the cramped dressing room.

Lan Jing glanced between Ji Yuran and Gu Muchu, sensing an unspoken tension.

Perhaps my being here is a mistake.

Slapping her forehead, she decided to do the right thing. She walked over to Ji Yuran, pressed the hairpin into her hand, and said earnestly, “You’re so clumsy! I almost hurt Sister Gu just now. Miss Ji, you take over. Heh heh.” Lan Jing chuckled awkwardly and tentatively tugged at Ji Yuran’s hand.

The Omega’s palm was hot and damp, a stark contrast to her outwardly composed demeanor.

Having made her exit, Lan Jing shot Gu Muchu a “good luck” look before tactfully leaving the dressing room, closing the door behind her.

Ji Yuran held the bobby pin, unsure whether to put it down or not, and fidgeted in place, muttering resentfully, “What’s wrong with your assistant? She has no tact at all…”

Rong’s lower lip curled upward, feeling Gu Muchu’s burning gaze. She tightened her grip on the paper box, her breathing becoming uneven.

Though she thought she had concealed her feelings perfectly, to others, her actions were glaringly obvious.

Gu Muchu lifted the cuff of her sleeve. Realizing she couldn’t avoid it, Ji Yuran slowly moved in front of her.

In the next moment, Gu Muchu seized Ji Yuran’s wrist, pulling her forward. Ji Yuran nearly stumbled into her arms.

The light, lemony scent drifted from her curled hair, filling the air between them. Traces of lingering panic still lingered in Ji Yuran’s eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, only then realizing the awkwardness of their position.

Gu Muchu stood with her legs slightly apart, Ji Yuran positioned between them, her lower body half-encircled.

Gu Muchu’s hand slid upward, gripping the Omega’s slender arm with an undeniable forcefulness. “She has more tact than you think,” she said.

“So, why aren’t you opening it?” Gu Muchu curled her thumb inward and gently pinched the inside of Ji Yuran’s elbow.

A tingling, electric shiver instantly surged through Ji Yuran’s body, reaching her scalp. The words of protest caught in her throat, utterly impossible to utter.

Trying to hide what’s obvious.

Their current posture was intensely intimate. Even if Gu Muchu were to slightly close her legs, the suffocating pressure would leave Ji Yuran with no escape.

Seeing Ji Yuran’s reluctance to speak, Gu Muchu sighed and didn’t press further. Instead, she smoothed the wrinkles in her sleeve and held it up before Ji Yuran’s eyes.

“Then, do you still want to help me with this now?”

“Or should I call Lan Jing back?”

“Yes,” Ji Yuran blurted out, as if afraid Gu Muchu might change her mind. Realizing her overly eager response, she froze, the hairpin trembling in her hand.

“Yes to what?” Gu Muchu feigned ignorance, her tongue darting out like a fish gliding through hidden currents. “Yes to helping me fasten it, or yes to calling Lan Jing back?”

Since Ji Yuran wouldn’t speak, Gu Muchu decided to let her choose.

This show of understanding emboldened the Omega. She forced out a few words: “I’ll help you fasten it.”

With that, she hung her head, her face flushing with embarrassment.