The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 4

Little Lion: No need.

Three simple words, yet Gu Muchu inexplicably sensed a hint of petulance in them. She could almost hear Ji Yuran’s tone as she said it.

Checking the time on her phone, she realized it was still early. With nothing pressing to do at home, she decided to drive straight to Wheat Grain Studio and wait downstairs.

She’d take Ji Yuran out for dinner afterward.

As Ji Yuran descended the stairs, she spotted a sleek, silver-gray Lexus parked by the curb.

Years ago, Gu Muchu had driven her Aston Martin supercar through the city, drawing countless stares and eventually exposing her true identity. To avoid further attention, she had since adopted a more discreet approach, keeping her private outings low-key.

Inside the car, Gu Muchu waited patiently, occasionally opening her chat with Ji Yuran, though it was unclear what she was looking at. When she glanced up and met the Omega’s gaze, she immediately got out to open the passenger door for her.

As Gu Muchu reached out, Ji Yuran visibly flinched before ducking into the passenger seat. The air conditioning inside the car released a cool breeze, dispelling the summer’s oppressive heat.

She actually came to pick me up.

Judging by the time Gu Muchu had sent her message, she must have been waiting outside for at least three hours, without sending a single message to hurry her.

Ji Yuran felt uneasy. Her gaze drifted aimlessly before inexplicably settling on the Alpha’s face.

Gu Muchu was fastening her seatbelt, a few strands of hair falling to brush her sharp jawline. The pearl earrings accentuated her jade-white skin, and as she lowered her head, the smooth nape of her neck was exposed, revealing an inhibitor patch.

Ji Yuran rubbed her earlobe, feeling a sudden warmth. She reached out to touch the back of her own neck.

An inhibitor patch was also affixed there.

Gu Muchu’s words from earlier that day flashed through Ji Yuran’s mind. She twisted her fingers, unable to articulate what was bothering her, yet feeling restless and unsettled.

Gu Muchu broke the silence with a soft, gentle voice, like a whisper in her ear: “What do you want for lunch?”

Both were public figures who rarely ventured out. Today was a rare occasion when Gu Muchu felt inclined to do so.

Ji Yuran blinked, wanting to avoid appearing overly eager. She replied casually, “Whatever you want.”

I love spicy food. Sichuan cuisine should suit my taste.

As Gu Muchu considered this, she leaned forward to check the traffic, her hand resting on the steering wheel. “There’s a really good Sichuan restaurant on Wenshan Road. I’ve booked a private room there. How does that sound?”

She was asking for Ji Yuran’s opinion.

Realizing this, Ji Yuran turned her face away, her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the car window. The dappled shadows of trees danced across the glass, the rustling of leaves filling the air as the landscape blurred past.

“Didn’t you already decide?” Ji Yuran murmured, just as Gu Muchu was about to give up on getting an answer.

Her tone was neutral, but to a perceptive ear, it carried an unspoken undertone—a hint of resentment.

Ahead, the traffic light turned red. While waiting, Gu Muchu glanced at Ji Yuran beside her.

Stripped of her usual flamboyance, the Omega now appeared serene and docile. Her long, curled hair cascaded over her chest, her thin lips pressed together, radiating an aura of aloofness.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll cancel the reservation,” Gu Muchu said as the light turned green, her eyes fixed on the road ahead as she slowly pressed the accelerator.

The Sichuan restaurant was renowned, and private rooms were notoriously difficult to book. Gu Muchu had planned to call ahead if Ji Yuran agreed to go, to avoid having to share a table with strangers.

Distracted, Gu Muchu reached out to cancel the reservation when Ji Yuran suddenly spoke: “Focus on driving.”

A smile curved Gu Muchu’s lips as she replied with a soft “Mm.”

At eleven o’clock, the sun was at its fiercest. Many people were still at work, leaving the parking spaces near the Sichuan restaurant empty. Gu Muchu parked the car and called out to Ji Yuran as she was about to get out.

“Wait.”

Gu Muchu pulled a baseball cap and mask from somewhere and handed them to Ji Yuran. “Wear these.”

Ji Yuran was currently unknown, but her striking looks meant she could easily attract unwanted attention if someone took a photo and posted it online.

The cap and mask still carried the faint scent of Gu Muchu’s perfume—a refreshing, delicate gardenia fragrance. Ji Yuran hesitated before taking them, first putting on the mask, then slowly settling the baseball cap onto her head.

Omegas typically have smaller frames, and Ji Yuran was even shorter than Gu Muchu. Her voluminous, seaweed-like curls were tucked under the cap, making her appear petite and easily held in one’s arms from a distance.

Once she was ready, Ji Yuran tilted her head, about to ask Gu Muchu what to do next, when she noticed the Alpha wearing Chrome Hearts sunglasses. The frames were adorned with oxidized sterling silver crosses, which, rather than softening her clear, autumn-like eyes, gave her an air of commanding authority.

Sensing Ji Yuran’s gaze, Gu Muchu glanced up, as if she had just witnessed something amusing, and chuckled softly.

Ji Yuran looked bewildered and reached up to adjust the baseball cap.

It felt a little tight.

With her fluffy hair and the cap pressing against her forehead, she looked both comical and endearing. Ji Yuran fumbled with it, but unable to see the back, she couldn’t loosen the strap.

Gu Muchu chuckled at Ji Yuran’s flustered movements, sighing with indulgent exasperation. “Let me do it.”

Before Ji Yuran could protest, Gu Muchu leaned forward. She cradled Ji Yuran’s head in her hands, her slender fingers deftly threading through the Omega’s hair as she carefully unfastened the clasp.

Startled by the sudden intimacy, Ji Yuran stiffened like a taut string. Perhaps her mind froze, unable to react in time, because she didn’t immediately push Gu Muchu away.

The Alpha was so close that, beyond the faint scent of gardenias, another, more subtle aroma enveloped her—a blend of wild rose and black cherry, carrying an undercurrent of aggression.

Ji Yuran held her breath. Despite the car’s air conditioning, her throat felt constricted, and fine beads of sweat dotted her nose.

She wasn’t used to such close physical contact. Whether it was her imagination or not, the gardenia scent seemed diluted, replaced by the Alpha’s pheromones, which permeated her senses with each breath, leaving her legs weak.

As Gu Muchu gathered her long hair, her fingertip inadvertently brushed against the barrier patch on the back of Ji Yuran’s neck.

Ji Yuran flinched, frantically opened the car door, and scrambled out, her trembling fingers tugging down the brim of her cap.

“I don’t need your fake kindness.”

For a moment, she could feel her pheromones releasing, slowly dissolving the inner layer of the barrier patch.

Even with the patch on, she was still in heat and utterly vulnerable to such provocation.

Ji Yuran suppressed her pounding heart, slowly regulated her breathing, and pinched the edge of her mask near her nose.

Gu Muchu froze, carefully recalling the moment. She realized she had inadvertently touched the Omega’s gland.

In her original world, which wasn’t an ABO setting, she had never given such things a second thought. Now, having calmed down, she remembered that the sensitive gland was located on the neck, making her earlier actions undeniably inappropriate.

Gu Muchu had only meant to lift Ji Yuran’s long hair while putting on the hat, hoping to cool her down in the muggy weather.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said, her expression genuinely apologetic, her eyebrows lowering slightly, her gaze sincere and innocent.

It was impossible to stay angry at her.

The small flame of irritation in Ji Yuran’s chest flickered out. Recalling the awkward moment, she felt too embarrassed to simply say “It’s okay.”

Thank goodness for the mask, or Gu Muchu would have surely noticed the blush spreading across her cheeks.

Perhaps Gu Muchu realized she couldn’t force the issue and was now resorting to a softer approach.

Ji Yuran hadn’t completely let her guard down. The mere thought of this possibility made her tone cold and distant. “Good to know,” she said.

The Alpha forced a smile but offered no further explanation.

The two women reverted to their strange dynamic from the previous night.

Gu Muchu walked ahead, but her concern for the little tail behind her made her glance back every few steps. When she stopped, Ji Yuran also halted, maintaining a consistent distance between them.

A black mask concealed most of Ji Yuran’s face, leaving only her delicate, petite chin visible.

Perhaps the relaxed atmosphere at the dinner table had eased their tension. After the meal, their relationship seemed to thaw slightly.

Back at the residential complex, Gu Muchu parked the car.

“You go ahead and head up. I need to grab a few things,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. Noticing Ji Yuran’s hesitation, she casually asked, “Want to come along?”

Having rarely ventured out, Ji Yuran wasn’t eager to return to her cage so soon. She lowered her head, silent.

Her answer was obvious. Knowing Ji Yuran wouldn’t speak up, Gu Muchu put on her sunglasses, got out of the car, and gestured to the open door on the other side. “Come on.”

The Omega obediently followed, trailing behind Gu Muchu as they entered the supermarket.

The supermarket was quiet at this hour, the produce fresh and seasonal. Frozen meats were neatly arranged in refrigerated cases, and a few slices of bacon in a vacuum-sealed bag were priced in the triple digits. Ji Yuran glanced at it and quickly looked away.

So expensive.

Gu Muchu pushed the shopping cart with a languid grace, as if she were simply browsing. When she spotted something she liked, she tossed it into the cart without bothering to check the price tag.

Ji Yuran looked around curiously, like a child brought out to play by her parents. Her gaze lingered on the aquatic creatures in the seafood tanks, her eyes sparkling with fascination.

This rare moment of leisure allowed her to finally catch her breath.

“Anything you want to eat?” Gu Muchu stopped ahead and turned to ask. Ji Yuran, lost in thought, bumped into her.

The soft, fragrant scent of Gu Muchu’s hair wafted into Ji Yuran’s nose without warning. The Omega rubbed her aching nose, took a step back to create some distance, and shook her head.

Then, she watched in disbelief as Gu Muchu placed the weighed pears into the shopping cart. The golden-yellow pears looked plump and appealing, nestled together in the plastic bag.

But Ji Yuran remembered clearly: Gu Muchu didn’t like pears.

Gu Muchu stared at the pears in the cart, lost in thought.

In preparation for her audition, Ji Yuran had been diligently memorizing her script for days. At noon, she ate something spicy and was soon sweating profusely. Gu Muchu couldn’t bear to watch and poured her a bowl of water, intending to dip the food in it to cool it down. Ji Yuran refused, lowering her head to eat in silence, her lips flushed red.

Gu Muchu didn’t want to deprive her of this rare enjoyment, so she let it go. After the meal, the Omega indeed began panting softly, taking occasional sips of milk to soothe herself, but her peach blossom eyes remained bright and sparkling.

Gu Muchu could tell that Ji Yuran had thoroughly enjoyed the meal, her mood visibly improved.

Gu Muchu’s brows relaxed into a gentle smile. “I’ll make you some rock sugar pear soup when we get back to soothe your throat.”

Autumn was approaching, and it was a good time to learn how to make it.

The surprise in Ji Yuran’s eyes vanished as quickly as it appeared, and she remained silent. As they left the supermarket, she trailed closely behind Gu Muchu.

Even if she was trying to be gentle, there was no need to go this far. Remembering her earlier harsh words to Gu Muchu, Ji Yuran’s heart softened, and she murmured softly, “Gu Muchu, why are you being so good to me?”

The Omega’s voice, muffled by her mask, was soft and delicate, like a tiny hook scratching at one’s heart.

Anyone overhearing might have thought she was flirting.