The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 38

Shen Ziyan burst out laughing. She couldn’t help but feel that Gu Muchu’s mood had suddenly improved dramatically.

Indeed, it had. When Shen Ziyan called her “little one,” Gu Muchu felt a strange sensation stir within her, as if this teasingly affectionate tone were a deliberate imitation of how she used to interact with Ji Yuran.

Ji Yuran seemed to sense something was amiss. She blinked, then tugged at Gu Muchu’s sleeve for a long moment before immediately letting go as soon as Gu Muchu turned to look at her.

“Elder Sister, I’m hungry.”

She rarely addressed Gu Muchu this way, only resorting to it when she was being teased and had to beg for mercy. She would never use such a term in front of others.

Shen Ziyan looked at her in surprise, recalling the cold, silent Omega who had leaned against the car seat earlier—a stark contrast to the person before her now.

So, Gu Muchu really is the one who can soothe her.

Beside them, Gu Muchu’s heart fluttered at the sound of those words. It was like brushing away a speck of sand from a pane of glass, leaving it smooth and clear in an instant.

She had originally planned to cook when Ji Yuran returned, but now that there was an extra set of chopsticks, she suddenly lost her enthusiasm.

Sensing the Alpha’s scrutiny, Shen Ziyan feigned composure, crossing her arms. “I’m actually a bit hungry too. Maybe we could…”

“Let’s eat out,” Gu Muchu interrupted, making the decision directly.

Shen Ziyan hadn’t even warmed up her disposable slippers before Gu Muchu had effectively ushered her out the door. She walked ahead, occasionally glancing back.

The tall, elegant Alpha wore a gentle smile, her long, straight black hair tucked partially into her collar. She deliberately slowed her pace to wait for the Omega.

The two looked like figures who had stepped out of a photograph, enveloped in a tender atmosphere that no one could intrude upon.

They arrived at the Western restaurant downstairs. Gu Muchu pushed open the door, and a wave of warmth washed over them. She chose a window seat, removed her coat, and draped it over the back of the chair.

The glass was fogged over. Ji Yuran sat beside her and picked up the menu, burying herself in its pages.

The atmosphere felt strangely tense today, as if she were caught in the middle. She even began to wonder if accepting Shen Ziyan’s ride had been a mistake.

Shen Ziyan broke the silence first, lifting her lemon water and surveying the surroundings.

“It’s rare to find a place like this downstairs.”

The forced pleasantries, met with silence, plunged the atmosphere back into icy stillness.

“Not in a good mood?” Even the most oblivious person could tell Gu Muchu’s expression was terrible.

The warm lemon water radiated through the glass. The Alpha’s face remained calm as she slowly raised her eyes to meet the gaze of the person across from her. “Don’t be so sensitive.”

The three fell silent again. Suddenly, a soft chuckle echoed in the air. Gu Muchu turned to Shen Ziyan, only to see her shoulders shaking slightly with amusement.

“What’s so funny?” Gu Muchu’s expression grew colder at Shen Ziyan’s amusement.

“I’m laughing at your jealousy. This is nothing! If you knew the little secret between me and Ji Yuran, you’d probably die of anger.” Shen Ziyan ordered a tomahawk steak from the waiter, her gaze flitting between the two women.

“A secret?” Gu Muchu’s movements froze, her tone suspicious.

She and Ji Yuran were practically inseparable. It was impossible for Shen Ziyan to contact anyone under her nose.

Yet Shen Ziyan had not only done so but openly admitted it, a blatant provocation to Gu Muchu.

She didn’t believe in childish possessiveness, but the thought of someone coveting her carefully nurtured flower stirred a suffocating mix of emotions within her.

Seeing the flicker of disturbance in Gu Muchu’s usually placid eyes, Shen Ziyan, having achieved her goal, rose to her feet. “You two chat. I’m going to the restroom.”

Having ignited the fire, Shen Ziyan couldn’t simply walk away. Gu Muchu stood up, the long bench scraping against the floor as she moved.

“I’ll be right back too,” she said, tilting her head toward Ji Yuran beside her.

The Omega, huddled like a trembling hand around her glass, nodded woodenly, taking small sips.

Gu Muchu followed Shen Ziyan to the restroom.

The pure black marble countertop reflected the soft glow of the pendant lights, the rich fragrance softening the tension in the air.

Gu Muchu stood at the doorway, arms crossed, watching Beta leisurely wash each finger without urging her to hurry.

“Got something to say?” Shen Ziyan asked, wetting her fingertips to smooth stray hairs across her forehead as she met Gu Muchu’s gaze in the mirror.

Gu Muchu remained silent, unsure even herself why she had followed.

Neither a loud confrontation nor silent suppression suited her style.

The words swirled in her mind, carefully weighed, before finally coalescing into a single sentence.

“You went too far today.”

“Too far?” Shen Ziyan chuckled. “Since when are you so protective of someone who isn’t even yours?”

“You know you’re a member of the Shen Family. Gu Yiqiong is watching closely. You should avoid associating with Ji Yuran,” Gu Muchu said softly. “Besides, there’s no need for you to interact with her.”

Shen Ziyan pumped two squirts of hand soap, lathering it into a foam as she scrubbed her hands with compulsive precision. “So?”

The same question, asked again after three months. This time,

Tch.

Gu Muchu didn’t know how to respond. If she answered “friend” again, then what?

As Ji Yuran pondered, Shen Ziyan emerged from the restroom, fully composed, and tossed over her shoulder, “Don’t worry, I have no interest in your family’s ‘treasure,’ and I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”

The waiter brought their dishes, and the two hurried back to the table. Ji Yuran scooted her chair closer, her gaze lingering on Gu Muchu’s profile. The Alpha’s long lashes drooped, her thoughts unreadable.

The meal passed in silence.

When they dropped Shen Ziyan off at the parking garage, she flipped her long hair back and held up her phone to Gu Muchu. “If you ever need a witness, don’t hesitate to call me.”

Such enthusiasm was rare for Shen Ziyan, making Gu Muchu suspicious of her motives. Her mind wandered back to the “secret” between Shen Ziyan and Ji Yuran.

As the bright red sports car vanished from sight, Gu Muchu turned and walked ahead without a word. A slight tug at her sleeve went unnoticed as she subtly evaded it, drawing a clear boundary between them.

Gu Muchu wasn’t petty; Ji Yuran having many friends should have been a cause for celebration. But Shen Ziyan was different. With her privileged background, alluring looks, and a temperament far more sophisticated than the Original Self’s, she posed an undeniable allure to a naive young woman like Ji Yuran.

At that moment, Gu Muchu finally admitted to herself that she was feeling a pang of jealousy. Recalling her own numerous advantages over others, she realized that these qualities might seem utterly ordinary in Ji Yuran’s eyes.

A cool sensation brushed her right hand as a corner of her sleeve was lifted. Nimble fingers slipped inside, gently poking the back of Gu Muchu’s hand.

No reaction.

The fingers poked again, but when they touched her soft skin, they recoiled as if shocked.

“Gu Muchu, are you angry because I acted without consulting you?” Ji Yuran’s timid voice drifted from behind.

This rare display of vulnerability from Ji Yuran was precisely what Gu Muchu couldn’t resist.

“No,” she replied. She desperately wanted to smile at Ji Yuran, but the “secret” felt like a stubborn bubble on a phone screen—impossible to squeeze away and only making her uncomfortable. Even forcing a smile felt strained.

“Is it… about Sister Shen?” Ji Yuran hurried to catch up with Gu Muchu, stepping ahead to partially block her path.

Gu Muchu, her thoughts exposed, refused to speak. She shoved her hands into her trench coat pockets, her tall, slender figure appearing even more striking.

The three had finished dinner early. As they emerged, many office workers were just getting off work. Through the black iron fence, they could faintly see cars speeding down the road on the other side.

Just as Gu Muchu resolved to feign indifference, Ji Yuran, staring at her toes, murmured, “It was during that trip to N City. I ran into Sister Shen at a restaurant. When she heard I was also an actress, she offered me some resources…” The Omega spoke while carefully observing Gu Muchu’s expression, like a wronged puppy glancing up, afraid of being scolded.

Afraid Gu Muchu wouldn’t believe her, Ji Yuran deliberately pulled out her phone and showed Gu Muchu their chat history, her face earnest.

Gu Muchu didn’t even glance at it. She trusted Ji Yuran completely, especially given the other woman’s candid demeanor. Her initial suspicion had already turned to guilt.

I was just worried Ji Yuran was too young and might get scammed, she thought. It’s nothing as serious as Shen Ziyan made it out to be.

Misinterpreting Gu Muchu’s silence, Ji Yuran pulled up the electronic contract for her recent modeling gig. “See? It’s real!”

Even the fiercest anger would have melted away under the gaze of those tear-filled eyes.

“Why didn’t you ask me for help?” Gu Muchu asked, assuming Ji Yuran was short on money. “I could have offered you better terms.”

“I didn’t want to rely on you.” Ji Yuran’s tone suddenly turned stubborn, the light in her eyes dimming slightly.

She shoved her phone back into her pocket, nudged Gu Muchu’s shoe with her toe, and murmured in a voice so soft it sounded like a plea.

“I can manage on my own,” Ji Yuran insisted.

She didn’t want to be seen as an Omega who climbed to the top by any means necessary, relying on an Alpha. If they ever went public, she wanted people to know she had earned her achievements independently, with no connection to Gu Muchu.

“Such ambition,” Gu Muchu murmured, her tone gentle yet laced with a hint of mockery. “But do you think your parents would approve of this plan?”

Gu Muchu felt a pang of embarrassment. Being jealous of Shen Ziyan over Ji Yuran felt so immature.

“What does my personal life have to do with them?” Ji Yuran muttered, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with Gu Muchu after resolving their misunderstanding. Her words, though soft, didn’t escape Gu Muchu’s ears.

A ticklish sensation spread across Gu Muchu’s earlobes. She leaned closer to Ji Yuran, her warm breath misting in the cold air.

“Even if we take a million steps back, I’m still your lover. If you can’t talk to me, who can you talk to?”

“Aiya, don’t say such things!” Ji Yuran quickly covered Gu Muchu’s mouth with her hand, her eyes widening in mock exasperation.

Gu Muchu blinked, feeling the warmth in her mouth enveloped by Ji Yuran’s palm. The Omega’s sculpted features were bisected by the light, appearing even more hazy and ambiguous in the shadows.

Her heart pounded like a drum, as if it had been struck. All previous emotions vanished, leaving only a heart that felt absurdly soft.

Gu Muchu swallowed, and as if possessed, she gripped Ji Yuran’s slender wrist, her thumb tracing the prominent wrist bone. She brought the wrist to her lips and gently bit the fleshy part of her hand.

“This is your punishment for keeping secrets from me,” she murmured.

A fine, tingling pain, like ants nibbling with warm, soft touches, spread across Ji Yuran’s skin. Her peach blossom eyes widened slightly as she snapped back to reality, realizing the hand gripping her elbow had already withdrawn.

“Gu Muchu, what are you doing?” The Omega rubbed her wrist in small circles.

Seeing her reaction, Gu Muchu tucked her hands into the pockets of her trench coat, saying nothing. Without warning, fine snowflakes began to fall, as delicate as drizzle.

The strands of hair that brushed her cheek glistened under the streetlights.

“Are you cold?” she asked, ignoring Ji Yuran’s question and extending her palm upward, the meaning unmistakable.

The Alpha’s palm was finely textured and deeply lined. Ji Yuran’s lips parted slightly, a wisp of breath escaping as she hesitantly placed her paw on it.

Gu Muchu casually tucked Ji Yuran’s hand into her pocket, showing no awareness of anything amiss.

The Omega’s hand was soft. Gu Muchu pressed her thumb against it, and the person beside her immediately bared her teeth and glared.

A soft chuckle escaped Gu Muchu’s lips, followed by a blush that crept up her neck.

Even in silence, the two felt no awkwardness. Instead, they savored the slow, gentle flow of time, each moment a quiet thrill.

Before they knew it, they were home. Gu Muchu’s phone buzzed in her pocket, and Ji Yuran looked up, sensing something.

“Someone sent me a message.”

“I know.” Despite her reluctance in the freezing weather, Gu Muchu pulled out her phone and unlocked it.

The lock screen was nearly identical to her profile picture—a twilight scene. Soft, golden light diffused through wispy clouds, mirroring her own gentle, easygoing nature.

A WeChat notification popped up:

Aunt Lu: Let’s talk about what happened these past few days when you get back.

An inexplicable unease stirred in Gu Muchu’s chest, and the shadow that had been so easily dispelled by Ji Yuran’s presence returned to envelop her.

First Light of Dusk: Nothing to discuss. I’m busy.

After sending the perfunctory reply, she casually slipped her phone back into her pocket.

Ji Yuran sensed something was amiss. Her gaze narrowed as she stared at Gu Muchu’s phone, asking softly, “Is… is it from your family?”

Gu Muchu’s strained relationship with the Gu Corporation was common knowledge in the industry, and Ji Yuran had heard whispers of it. Gu Yiqiong, a domineering Alpha with an obsession for maintaining appearances, would never allow her only daughter, Gu Muchu, to become tabloid fodder.

“Don’t worry about them,” Gu Muchu said, lowering her eyes and forcing a smile.

Ji Yuran hesitated, then awkwardly fell silent. Their palms intertwined, and Gu Muchu gently scratched Ji Yuran’s hand, trying to break the oppressive atmosphere.

“It’s fine. Our relationship was never close anyway, so I won’t be disappointed.” Despite being the one suffering from her own mother’s rejection and suppression, she was the one offering comfort.

Ji Yuran pursed her lips, her heart aching.

“Don’t be too sad,” she managed to say, the words sounding hollow. When it came to the wounds inflicted by one’s birth family, no amount of comfort felt adequate.

Gu Muchu smiled, brushing stray strands of hair from Ji Yuran’s forehead to reveal her smooth skin. Changing the subject, she asked, “If there’s nothing to be sad about, then I won’t be. But what about you? Why have you never mentioned your family?”

Gu Muchu had only meant to ask casually. The book hadn’t revealed Ji Yuran’s background, and after spending so many months together, she’d never heard her mention it. Gu Muchu couldn’t help but feel curious.

To her surprise, Ji Yuran fell into deep thought. After a long silence, she murmured, “I don’t have a home.”

“What?” Gu Muchu leaned closer, straining to hear. She saw Ji Yuran’s lips moving, but the words were indistinct. Slowly, understanding dawned on her.

The person beside her might have come from a family situation far worse than her own, so painful it was difficult to even speak of.

A pang of guilt struck Gu Muchu’s heart. She suddenly regretted asking the question. After a moment’s hesitation, she tightened her grip on Ji Yuran’s hand, hoping to offer her a tangible sense of security.

The hand in her palm twitched slightly, then gently returned the squeeze.

Gu Muchu melted into a puddle of softness, her heart overflowing with tenderness.

It was like having her efforts reciprocated, filling her with joy and a desire for more.

“Then… how do you want to celebrate this year?” she asked softly, smoothly changing the subject.

“Celebrate?” Ji Yuran tilted her head, looking at her like a newborn animal.

She might have been thinking of last New Year’s Eve. Gu Muchu couldn’t help but smile and gently corrected her, “It’s the Spring Festival.”

Hearing this, Ji Yuran shook her head in confusion. In N City, she had no close relatives or friends to rely on. If she had to name someone, Gu Muchu would barely qualify.

I guess she counts? Ji Yuran thought to herself, secretly glancing up at Gu Muchu, only to meet her gaze.

!

She lowered her head, about to pull away, when Gu Muchu’s grip tightened. Gu Muchu drew her closer and said in the most casual tone, “If you don’t have any plans…”

“Why don’t you spend the festival with me this year?”

After all, she couldn’t go back to the Gu family. Without Ji Yuran by her side, it just wouldn’t feel complete.

“Who wants to spend it with you…” Ji Yuran muttered, her face flushing as she sensed the intimate undertones in Gu Muchu’s words. She lowered her head and playfully scuffed her foot against Gu Muchu’s shoe.

Gu Muchu found her reaction utterly adorable. Her voice softened into a gentle, drawn-out tone, almost like she was teasing.

“Elder Sister will be alone this year. Won’t Ranran keep me company?”