The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 3

Ji Yuran quickly averted her gaze, her heart pounding with the anxiety of being caught spying.

Gu Muchu hadn’t expected to meet her eyes when she looked up. Startled, she paused her hand on the car door and asked softly, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

She had specifically bought these items based on the preferences described in the book, so there shouldn’t have been any mistakes.

Ji Yuran shook her head slightly, then climbed into the passenger seat. She awkwardly tucked stray strands of hair behind her ear, trying to appear nonchalant as she fastened her seatbelt.

Gu Muchu’s clear, bright eyes lingered in her mind, rippling like a gentle current that threatened to drown her in its tender depths.

She glanced out the window, her reflection staring back at her from the glass, along with the blurry figure beside her.

Ji Yuran tightened her grip on the plastic bag.

Since last night, Gu Muchu had seemed like a completely different person, making it impossible not to be wary. What is she plotting behind my back now?

I need to be extra careful.

The car reeked of tobacco, its sharp, distant scent making Gu Muchu frown uncomfortably. Her temples throbbed as she rolled down the window.

She disliked the aggressive scent of the incense, likely left behind by the Original Self.

As fresh air flowed in, Gu Muchu sighed in relief, her mind clearing. She glanced sideways and noticed Ji Yuran hadn’t touched her breakfast. Softly, she reminded her, “It won’t taste good if it gets cold.”

Ji Yuran belatedly lowered her gaze to the breakfast on her lap. The plastic bag containing the steamed buns was covered in condensation, and a faint, enticing aroma made one’s mouth water.

Yet she still didn’t move.

Gu Muchu had always been fastidious, never allowing food in the car before.

Sensing Ji Yuran’s hesitation, Gu Muchu gripped the steering wheel, her fingertips unconsciously tapping against it. “If you don’t eat soon, I’ll get hungry just from the smell.”

The teasing remark instantly dispelled the tense atmosphere between them. Finally granted permission, Ji Yuran opened the car window, unwrapped the plastic bag, and slowly began to chew on a steamed bun.

The buns were steamed to a soft, fluffy texture, easily deformed with a gentle pinch. The savory filling, infused with fragrant broth, was perfectly balanced.

Though unspoken, Ji Yuran’s continuous eating suggested she quite enjoyed them.

Ji Yuran ate with refined grace, her cheeks puffing out like a squirrel hoarding food, at least from Gu Muchu’s angle.

Gu Muchu couldn’t help but steal a few more glances. The Omega, feeling her gaze, grew visibly tense. Her thick lashes fluttered slightly, and even her chewing slowed.

Gu Muchu found Ji Yuran quite intriguing. Sometimes her words carried barbs, rejecting Gu Muchu’s advances, while at other times, like now, she seemed compliant and docile.

A Little Lion that can only be stroked with the grain, Gu Muchu thought suddenly.

The Alpha’s gaze felt almost tangible, making Ji Yuran feel like she was sitting on pins and needles. She stopped eating.

Even with the window open, the car felt stiflingly hot.

“Ji Yuran, you don’t need to be so cautious around me,” Gu Muchu said abruptly. Her long, straight black hair was pinned up with a wooden hairpin, her eyes carrying the gentle charm of a Jiangnan water town.

The moment she spoke, the warm atmosphere they had created vanished.

Ji Yuran turned to meet Gu Muchu’s gaze, as if trying to discern the truth behind her words. Then, a mocking smile spread across her face.

Every fiber of Ji Yuran’s being radiated an unyielding pride, yet even such a vivid expression only made her more captivating.

“Gu Muchu, isn’t this exactly what you wanted to see?” Ji Yuran started to say more, but remembering the woman before her, she turned her face away, her entire body radiating resistance, clearly unwilling to discuss the matter further.

She knew Gu Muchu all too well.

Stubbornly self-righteous and obsessively controlling, Gu Muchu derived twisted pleasure from watching proud, aloof individuals fall into the mud, satisfying her almost perverse psychological needs.

Knowing it would be difficult to change Ji Yuran’s perception of her in the short term, Gu Muchu simply stared straight ahead and started the car.

A cool breeze brushed against her cheeks, lifting wisps of hair at her temples. The woman’s gaze was resolute, her every movement exuding the composure and maturity of a decision-maker—undeniably captivating.

Unfortunately, Ji Yuran leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed, lost in thought.

When they arrived at the studio, Ji Yuran unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to get out. Gu Muchu exited from the other side of the car and called out to her.

“Ji Yuran,” Gu Muchu paused, carefully choosing her words. “Everything I said earlier… it was all true.”

Ji Yuran turned around, her impatience barely concealed.

She didn’t want to witness Gu Muchu’s feigned sincerity, nor did she care to hear any explanations. Every word and gesture felt like a calculated maneuver, designed to justify the next act of persecution.

Or perhaps it was merely a facade to alleviate Gu Muchu’s own guilt, a way to whitewash her actions.

Gu Muchu stepped closer, her smile bitter. “I know you won’t believe me, but I’m slowly changing.”

“Can you give me some time?”

The restless summer cicadas gradually quieted, and the wind carried a stifling heat. More pedestrians filled the streets as the two stood facing each other, the Alpha’s gaze earnest and fervent.

Ji Yuran’s nostrils caught a familiar scent—the pheromonal blend of roses and black cherries.

Her heart seemed to prick, and her expression softened.

In that moment, she could clearly sense that Gu Muchu was different from before. Like a radiant moon suspended in the vast, lonely night sky—deeply profound yet gentle.

Ji Yuran felt burned by Gu Muchu’s gaze and awkwardly averted her eyes, retorting stubbornly, “Whatever.”

This answer eased Gu Muchu’s tension. Even walking the red carpet had never made her as anxious as she felt now.

Alpha’s expression softened, a smile crinkling the corners of her eyes.

Though Ji Yuran hadn’t given a definitive answer, it was enough to melt Gu Muchu’s heart completely.

She knew Ji Yuran was a gentle soul, kind yet resilient. Even after the Original Self had treated her so poorly, Ji Yuran was still willing to give her a chance to redeem herself.

Perhaps this was the very essence of the protagonist’s charm. Gu Muchu admitted to herself that she admired Ji Yuran’s charismatic personality and found herself unconsciously drawn to her.

Seeing Gu Muchu had finished speaking, Ji Yuran shifted her weight and mumbled, “I’m leaving now that you’re done.”

“Wait,” Gu Muchu said, opening her crossbody bag and waving her phone. “We’ve known each other for so long. Shouldn’t we at least add each other on WeChat?” Her smile was pure and disarming, leaving no room for suspicion. Ji Yuran muttered something under her breath as she slowly pulled her phone from her pocket.

Gu Muchu had only discovered this morning while scrolling through her contacts that she didn’t have Ji Yuran’s WeChat.

The Original Self’s controlling nature meant she would call Ji Yuran anytime, anywhere, without needing to send messages beforehand. Their usual communication was always by phone.

Ji Yuran’s wishes held no importance in Gu Muchu’s eyes.

Knowing Ji Yuran wouldn’t refuse such a simple request, Gu Muchu quickly scanned Ji Yuran’s WeChat QR code and tapped “Add Friend.”

A new friend request instantly popped up on Gu Muchu’s WeChat. She swiped to accept it.

Ji Yuran’s profile picture showed a large, cartoonish image of Stitch against a pure white background, giving off a mischievous and whimsical vibe—a stark contrast to the composed image she typically presented to Gu Muchu.

After watching Ji Yuran enter the studio’s office building, Gu Muchu leaned back in the driver’s seat. Having accepted the friend request, she tapped into Ji Yuran’s WeChat Moments.

A horizontal line.

The expected result.

Gu Muchu’s fingertip traced the smooth screen as she stared at the line for a moment, then chuckled softly.

She then tapped Ji Yuran’s profile picture, added the nickname “Little Lion,” and swiped left to pin her to the top of her chat list.

Just as she was about to put down her phone and head to the office, a WeChat notification popped up.

Mom: Are you free this weekend? Come home; we all miss you.

Hearing her mother’s request to return home instantly extinguished Gu Muchu’s lighthearted mood.

The original self’s family atmosphere was far from harmonious. Lu Panwei, a renowned Qingyi actress of her era, possessed a gentle and yielding nature, while Gu Yiqiong, the domineering matriarch of the Gu family, ruled with an iron fist. The original self’s personality was undoubtedly shaped by her mother’s tiger-wolf parenting style.

Gu Muchu inherited her Omega mother’s refined and dignified appearance but adopted her Alpha mother’s assertive temperament to the fullest. While she maintained a decent relationship with Lu Panwei, her interactions with Gu Yiqiong often devolved into outright hostility.

She switched off her phone screen, gripped the steering wheel, and sat in the car for a moment. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the glass, casting dappled patterns on the dashboard. The Alpha’s lips pressed into a frown as she let out a long sigh before finally driving to No. 1 Media.

No. 1 Media was located in the bustling city center, surrounded by towering office buildings. Formally dressed employees hurried through the streets. Gu Muchu parked her car at the foot of the building.

As she entered the company, countless eyes turned to her, their gazes filled with undisguised envy.

Powerful Alphas were the dream partners of many, and Gu Muchu, with her impeccable reputation and illustrious family background, attracted admirers like moths to a flame.

Unfortunately, she found most of them unappealing.

Gu Muchu’s slender figure was captivating, her dark hair styled in a soft, romantic updo. Yet today, a pink slip dress accentuated her pure, delicate beauty, softening her typically aggressive aura. Even with pheromone-blocking patches, her every step released a subtle, leg-weakening scent.

Ling Xin sat on the first-floor sofa, a contract and pen laid out on the table. Seeing Gu Muchu approach, she stood and nodded in greeting. “Miss Gu.”

The Beta wore a smoky blue suit, the jacket slightly open to reveal a crisp white shirt. The impeccably tailored trousers draped smoothly, conveying an air of sharp efficiency.

Gu Muchu responded with a cool nod, accepted the contract, and noted the company seal already stamped on it—only her signature remained.

After quickly reviewing the document to ensure nothing was missing, she signed her name with a decisive flourish.

As she handed the contract back to Ling Xin, Ji Yuran’s radiant, glamorous face flashed through her mind. Remembering how Ji Yuran had carefully hidden the script that morning, Gu Muchu stopped the Beta as she was about to leave.

“Sister Ling, could you give me the director’s contact information for that script I turned down last time?”

Having won the Best Actress award, the Original Self looked down on television productions and rejected all such offers.

But Gu Muchu remembered that in the original novel, the female lead for this script had been Chi Yunling. Though her appearance didn’t quite match the classic beauty archetype, the script’s quality, combined with an overwhelming promotional campaign, catapulted her into the ranks of rising starlets.

If Ji Yuran were given the role, she would undoubtedly perform just as well, if not better.

Gu Muchu wanted to give Ji Yuran an audition opportunity. Whether she could seize it would depend entirely on her own abilities.

Ling Xin was flattered by Gu Muchu’s respectful address, “Sister Ling.” Recovering her composure, she quickly retrieved her phone. “I have it.”

The director’s WeChat contact was forwarded. After a brief exchange, Gu Muchu left No. 1 Media alone. Stepping out of the building, she first sent a friend request and waited for it to be accepted. Her fingers instinctively drifted to Ji Yuran’s chat window.

Apart from the friend request confirmation, the chat window remained empty.

Gu Muchu typed and deleted several times before finally settling on a message:

How much longer until you’re done? I’ll come pick you up.

She tucked her phone into her bag, pulled out her car keys, and headed for the parking lot. Just then, her phone buzzed twice.

Ji Yuran had replied almost immediately.