The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 41

Ji Yuran had agreed to attend the gala.

As the year drew to a close, many people were out shopping for New Year’s supplies, and the street-side shops buzzed with activity. On Saturday evening, Ji Yuran sat in the car, wrapped in a fluffy coat with a scarf wound tightly around her neck and knotted over her left shoulder.

She wiped away the condensation on the car window, pressed her forehead against the glass, and peered out at the bustling scene, muttering to herself.

“What’s she mumbling about over there?” Gu Muchu asked, parking the car at a red light. The colorful neon lights illuminated the dark night sky. She leaned forward to look at Ji Yuran.

She noticed that this Omega had a habit of talking to herself. If anyone else overheard, they might think she was a bit odd.

“Look at them all preparing for the New Year,” Ji Yuran said, turning her gaze back to Gu Muchu and resting her hand on the seatbelt. “It’s so lively.”

Sensing the envy in her voice, Gu Muchu’s heart softened. While waiting for the light to change, she adjusted the air conditioning vents to make it less uncomfortable when they got out of the car. “Didn’t we agree to spend the New Year together?”

Hearing this, Ji Yuran stared at her in astonishment, stammering, “Who said we agreed to that?”

Gu Muchu, in good spirits, replied, “You spent New Year’s with me. Why wouldn’t we spend Spring Festival together too?”

Her words were so matter-of-fact that even Ji Yuran paused, mentally reviewing their interactions to recall if she had ever actually agreed to Gu Muchu’s suggestion.

After repeated mental checks, she shook her head. “Did I?”

Maybe I did, she thought, but I really don’t remember.

Seeing Ji Yuran’s bewildered expression, Gu Muchu couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, what are your plans for Spring Festival?”

Remembering Ji Yuran’s casual mention of her family situation earlier, Gu Muchu deliberately avoided dwelling on this sensitive topic.

“Just spending it alone, like always,” Ji Yuran replied. Having spent so many years alone, she had grown accustomed to it. What others might see as pitiful loneliness, she now viewed with detached indifference.

“There you have it! I’m alone too.”

As the yellow light turned green, the surrounding cars began to move slowly. A thin layer of ice covered the streets today, making driving particularly treacherous.

The car fell silent for a moment. Ji Yuran, still dazed, asked, “What is it?”

This time, Gu Muchu smiled without answering, focusing on the road ahead.

The Gu Corporation’s annual gala was held at the Huiguang Building in the city center. After showing their invitations to the security guard, Gu Muchu parked the car underground. A biting wind slipped down Ji Yuran’s collar as she opened the car door, instantly dissipating the warm, humid air inside.

Instead of getting out immediately, Ji Yuran turned to Gu Muchu, her peach-blossom eyes sparkling, half her face hidden behind a plaid scarf.

“Gu Muchu, aren’t you cold?” The Omega’s voice, slightly raspy, tickled Gu Muchu’s heart. Gu Muchu unbuckled her seatbelt, feeling the icy wind rush in, and reluctantly replied, “I’m not cold. What about you?”

Ji Yuran didn’t answer, but nervously tugged at the tassel at the end of her scarf, her fingertips red with cold.

“I have this,” she said, gesturing to the scarf. “If you’re cold, I can share some with you.”

Yesterday’s heavy snowfall had given way to a thaw today, making the temperature particularly frigid. Even the puddles in the basement had frozen over. Gu Muchu tightened the buttons of her coat and gently placed her hand around Ji Yuran’s waist, urging her to walk faster.

“It’ll be warmer once we get upstairs,” Gu Muchu said, exhaling a shallow, misty breath that vanished into the air.

“Okay,” Ji Yuran mumbled in response, glancing at Gu Muchu’s face every few steps. She deliberately slowed her pace, dragging her feet until she felt a light tug on her waist, then reluctantly took a couple of steps forward.

Maybe staying close like this will keep us warmer, she thought.

As they approached the elevator, they spotted a graceful woman standing by the door, a handbag dangling from her hand.

The cavernous basement amplified their footsteps, and the woman turned at the sound, her gaze locking with Gu Muchu’s.

“Xiao Gu?” Yu Yue’s voice rose at the end, tinged with surprise and uncertainty.

Given the strained relationship between their mothers, it was unthinkable that Gu Muchu would be attending the banquet. Her presence here today would strike anyone as utterly bizarre.

Hearing Yu Yue’s voice, Gu Muchu nodded in acknowledgment. “Aunt Yu, it’s been a while.”

By their calculations, Gu Muchu and Ji Yuran had barely interacted since filming wrapped. Neither was particularly active on social media, so their only chance to meet was in person.

After exchanging pleasantries, Gu Muchu’s skirt fluttered slightly. She glanced sideways and noticed Ji Yuran had quietly moved behind her, her gaze alert.

Yu Yue also noticed Ji Yuran and raised an eyebrow with a smile. Clearing her throat, she politely inquired, “Isn’t she the one from the Youth film crew…?”

During the filming of Youth, Ji Yuran had served as Gu Muchu’s temporary assistant, constantly by her side. Yu Yue had a vague impression of her from back then, already sensing her extraordinary presence—she didn’t seem like an ordinary worker. Now, seeing her up close, Yu Yue was even more struck by Ji Yuran’s stunning beauty.

Yet a frosty aura clung to her, radiating an almost unapproachable aura.

Standing there quietly, she was impossible to ignore.

“Little Ji,” Gu Muchu said, smiling and placing a hand around Ji Yuran’s waist, gently pushing her forward as if introducing a companion.

As expected, several people’s eyes widened in surprise, their initial disdain replaced by serious consideration.

In the glittering, decadent world of high society, powerful Alphas were never short of admirers. Even Gu Muchu, despite her reputation for self-restraint, seemed to have succumbed to the notion that maintaining her purity was merely a way to flaunt her irresistible charm.

Gu Muchu had initially assumed Ji Yuran was just another Omega, a trophy for Gu Muchu to display. However, Ji Yuran’s dignified demeanor forced her to reconsider. Yu Yue, restraining her contemptuous gaze, extended a hand and said, “Miss Ji, we met on set before. I’m Yu Yue. You can call me Aunt Yu.”

Though Yu Yue was older, she was merely an actress, unlike Gu Yiqiong, a true business magnate. Gu Muchu’s formal address, “Aunt Yu,” was a gesture of respect.

Gu Muchu’s hand rested on Ji Yuran’s waist. The Omega’s slender frame was easily felt through her coat. The warmth of her body seeped through the fabric, like melting snow in the palm—cool at first, then gradually warming into a pool of gentle heat.

After Yu Yue finished speaking, Ji Yuran seemed to straighten her posture, her previously hunched shoulders lifting slightly. She extended her hand to Yu Yue with graceful poise.

“Ji Yuran,” she said, her voice clear and low, the cold air wrapping around the warm mist of her breath.

Yu Yue couldn’t resist adding, “Miss Ji, you’re very beautiful.”

Gu Muchu, who was half a step behind Ji Yuran, heard the compliment and a faint smile curved her lips. From her angle, she could perfectly see Ji Yuran’s striking profile, her thick lashes framing eyes as exquisite as those of a figure in a painting.

“I know, thank you,” Ji Yuran replied, a genuine smile finally lighting up her eyes.

It felt like something had struck Gu Muchu’s heart with pinpoint accuracy. A tingling sensation surged from her toes to the crown of her head. She lowered the hand that had been resting on the Omega’s slender waist and looked away.

This stark contrast to Ji Yuran’s usual demeanor stirred a thrill of special treatment in Gu Muchu’s heart.

Throughout their exchange, neither woman noticed Gu Muchu’s peculiar reaction.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and Yu Yue stepped out first. Ji Yuran exhaled in relief, clearly having found the conversation with Yu Yue taxing.

Turning to Gu Muchu, she saw her lost in thought. Clearing her throat awkwardly, Ji Yuran said, “Gu Muchu, we should go.”

She extended a frost-reddened finger from her sleeve and poked Gu Muchu, like a child seeking permission from an adult.

“Let’s go,” Gu Muchu said, banishing the distracting thoughts from her mind. She nodded and followed Ji Yuran into the elevator.

The atmosphere in the elevator was stifling, made worse by the presence of Yu Yue, whom Gu Muchu barely knew. Maintaining a polite silence, Gu Muchu glanced up and noticed Yu Yue covertly studying Ji Yuran through the elevator’s polished walls, her lips pressed into a barely perceptible line.

Yu Yue then shifted closer to the Omega, blocking the impolite gaze.

A faint lemon scent lingered in the air, jarringly out of place in the cold winter. Ji Yuran hadn’t expected Gu Muchu to stand so close. She tilted her chin up, glancing at Gu Muchu, and awkwardly tugged her chin free from the scarf.

“Nothing much,” Gu Muchu said, seeing Ji Yuran’s fluffy head. “I just wanted to be closer to you.” She withdrew her hand from her coat pocket, placed it on Ji Yuran’s head, and gently tucked the Omega’s chin back into the scarf.

A soft cough came from behind them, and the persistent gaze retreated.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened. The polished marble floor reflected the scattered lights, and hurried passersby occasionally glanced into the elevator before continuing on their way.

A uniformed attendant stood at the entrance, bowing politely as they emerged. “This way, honored guests.”

Yu Yue accepted the arrangement without complaint, leading the way while the other two lingered behind.

“You go first,” Ji Yuran said, her expression suddenly turning cold and her tone stiff.

“What’s wrong?” Gu Muchu asked, refusing to move ahead. Instead, she matched her pace to Ji Yuran’s.

The Omega was nothing like her usual childlike self. She radiated an aura that warned others to keep their distance, and her strikingly aggressive beauty drew many eyes.

Though she appeared composed, subtle cracks betrayed her unease. Gu Muchu immediately noticed that the younger woman seemed emotionally distressed.

After all, the Gu Corporation was a titan in the jewelry industry, and the annual gala was attended by elites from all sectors. At this gathering, where wealth and power were on full display, Ji Yuran was like a lamb straying into a pack of wolves—it was only natural for her to feel pressured.

“Don’t be nervous,” Gu Muchu said kindly. “I’m here.”

“I’m not nervous,” Ji Yuran scoffed through her nose, as if Gu Yiqiong were truly beneath her notice.

Amused, Gu Muchu pulled Ji Yuran to a stop and began unwrapping the scarf from around her neck, peeling it away layer by layer like an onion.

The Omega’s delicate frame was revealed. Ji Yuran had a perfect figure—neither plump nor frail, with just the right amount of balanced curves, unlike the unhealthy thinness favored by many female celebrities.

“Stay close to me,” Gu Muchu instructed.

She handed the excess items to an approaching waiter, then gently rubbed the back of Ji Yuran’s head before giving it a light pat.