The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 45

The atmosphere hung thick between them, their eyes locked, each searching for the other’s true feelings.

Gu Muchu held her breath, afraid to speak. She could smell Ji Yuran’s pheromones—a crisp blend of lemon and verbena that stirred her senses.

She waited for Ji Yuran to make the first move. After what felt like an eternity, Ji Yuran lowered her lashes and murmured softly, “You’ve had too much to drink.”

The Omega grumbled, voicing her discontent. Gu Muchu felt a strange sense of being cared for, yet it was nothing like Gu Yiqiong’s suffocating control. She could sense the genuine concern and care that Ji Yuran unconsciously revealed.

“I couldn’t help it. They wouldn’t let me leave.”

Though she should have been used to handling such situations, Gu Muchu suddenly felt a dam break, and she began to ramble.

“I don’t even know that Shen Xu.”

“She used you as leverage. There was nothing I could do…”

“I really wanted to come find you.”

Drunk, she became unusually talkative, clumsily repeating her explanations. Her gaze remained fixed on Ji Yuran’s lips, which moved so close to her ear that even the whispered words seemed distant.

“I’m sorry, it was my fault…” She was about to take a half-step back when Ji Yuran, who had been standing on tiptoe, lost her balance and suddenly leaned forward.

A wave of intense pheromones washed over her, and a soft touch brushed against the corner of her lips, sending a tingling shiver through her.

The contact was fleeting, barely even a kiss.

To someone with a clear conscience, it might have seemed like an accidental brush. But even Gu Muchu had to admit to herself that she wasn’t entirely innocent.

Her wavering rationality snapped back into focus. Imagining Ji Yuran’s possible reactions, her heart raced, and her hands and feet felt clumsy and awkward.

“I’m sorry, I’m a little… drunk.”

This perfect excuse could explain away all her earlier recklessness. She even felt a secret gratitude toward Lu Panwei for forcing those extra drinks on her.

At least now, in Ji Yuran’s eyes, her frivolous behavior tonight could have a plausible explanation.

Her head swam, and her vision blurred through the haze of alcohol, vaguely outlining Ji Yuran’s figure. Ji Yuran retreated, seemingly studying her, and remained motionless for a long moment.

What must she think of me?

“Why are you apologizing?” Ji Yuran’s voice was soft, like a wisp of smoke that vanished without a trace in the wind.

Before Gu Muchu could react, the previously docile Omega leaned in again. This time, she made no improper moves, simply draping her arms around Gu Muchu’s neck.

The lingering warmth of her touch radiated from Gu Muchu’s nape as Ji Yuran spoke.

“I’m perfectly sober.”

“Elder Sister.”

The last two words were uttered with such embarrassment that Ji Yuran averted her gaze, quickly regaining her composure.

Everything seemed like a drunken illusion.

Like a dream, like morning mist—everywhere yet impossible to grasp.

The weight on Gu Muchu’s shoulder lessened. In the moonlight, the Omega’s profile was bathed in a faint silver glow.

Neither of them brought up what had just happened.

Gu Muchu broke the silence first.

“Still hungry?”

Ji Yuran slowly shook her head. She had sampled too many sweets at the banquet, leaving a cloying taste in her mouth. Combined with Gu Yiqiong’s earlier questions, she wasn’t eager to return.

Gu Muchu immediately saw through her thoughts. “Don’t worry about me. Let’s go out to eat.”

“Go out? But…” The suggestion was tempting, but when Ji Yuran looked up at Gu Muchu, she changed her mind.

“Never mind. I want to go home and eat.”

Omega’s thoughts were written all over her face, and Gu Muchu couldn’t possibly miss them.

Ji Yuran, eager to get home early and rest well tonight, was already thinking about leaving.

A warm current flowed through her chest as she nodded, feigning concern. “I drank a bit too much today…”

Unlike her usual composed demeanor, the Alpha exuded a languid charm, like an intoxicating vintage wine.

Ji Yuran blinked, glancing through the window at the underground parking lot. After a moment of hesitation, she stammered, “Then… then I’ll drive you home?”

Her voice trailed off cautiously. When Gu Muchu didn’t respond immediately, she nervously brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. “Just so you know, it’s been a while since I’ve driven…”

To Gu Muchu, this awkwardness was both endearing and adorable. She leaned down slightly, bringing her gaze level with Ji Yuran’s, and pressed her clasped hands to her nose.

Even though they were the only two in the stairwell, she whispered conspiratorially, “Thank you for your help tonight, Little Ji.”

“W-what are you doing?!” Ji Yuran recoiled in surprise, her head tilting as she rubbed her reddening ear against her shoulder.

Just moments ago, she had been so assertive, but now she was back to her usual reserved self.

Regardless of what it was, Gu Muchu was thoroughly enjoying it.

The two women shared an unspoken understanding about what had happened that night. It was as if something had changed, yet nothing had changed at all.

Inside the venue, the crowd roared with chatter, while outside, the moonlight cast a lonely glow. The night stretched their shadows long and slanted, the petite Omega trailing behind like a small tail.

Gu Muchu shoved her hands into her pockets, her breathing growing heavy and ragged from the alcohol’s effects. Thick clouds of vapor billowed from her mouth, disappearing into her scarf.

Yet the atmosphere remained comfortable, almost as if they were both savoring the moment.

As the temperature dropped, the crowd lingered, cars packed tightly together, making it easy to get confused in the dim light.

Gu Muchu, for example, was feeling the full force of the alcohol. She swayed unsteadily, seeing double images of Ji Yuran.

Steadying herself against a marble pillar, she murmured, “Should be in Zone A?”

“The eastern section?” Gu Muchu tried to straighten up, but her legs buckled. If Ji Yuran hadn’t moved quickly to support her, she would have stumbled and fallen.

Contrary to appearances, her original self, who seemed so adept at navigating social gatherings, wasn’t actually very experienced with alcohol. Worse still, Gu Yiqiong and Lu Panwei might have spiked the drinks with something to ensure the Gu-Shen families’ meeting went smoothly.

Gu Muchu’s stomach churned, and she felt a chill.

“Gu Muchu, you’re so heavy…” Her coiled hair had come loose, strands falling against her temples, exposing the suppressant patch to the air, releasing its rich fragrance.

Though she still had some strength left, Gu Muchu rested her chin on Ji Yuran’s shoulder, her throat feeling like cotton, and managed to utter fragmented syllables.

“I feel sick,” she murmured, closing her eyes. The person beneath her dared not move, even softening her breathing. “Let me lean on you for a bit.”

The bridge of Gu Muchu’s nose brushed against Ji Yuran’s neck, sending a tingling, numbing tremor through her. Gu Muchu clearly sensed Ji Yuran’s stiffness and discomfort, and chuckled softly.

“So easily embarrassed, huh?”

Fueled by alcohol, Gu Muchu’s words were far more flippant than usual.

Ji Yuran clenched her hands into fists, pressing them against Gu Muchu’s shoulders and gently pushing her away. Considering Gu Muchu’s forced attendance at the event, she decided to let it go.

Just then, Gu Muchu’s phone vibrated in her coat pocket. Her gaze drifted downward.

“Check it for me.”

At her command, Ji Yuran carefully straightened Gu Muchu and reached into the pocket, unlocking the phone with facial recognition.

It was a message from Shen Yiyan.

Dorothy: Where are you? If there weren’t so many people here, Gu Yiqiong would have already blown her top.

Dorothy: I can’t find Xiao Ji either. Did you two elope?

Ji Yuran’s gaze froze on the word “elope.” She tapped the screen with her thumb.

“What does it say?” Gu Muchu asked, lifting her eyelids.

Ji Yuran read Shen Yiyan’s message aloud.

Gu Muchu sobered up a bit, carefully considering the word. “Elope?”

It wasn’t exactly wrong.

Seeing Gu Muchu regain consciousness, Ji Yuran straightened her wrinkled coat and muttered, “How should I reply now?”

“Don’t bother replying,” Gu Muchu said. The basement was chilly, and she pulled her coat tighter. It was no longer appropriate to feign drunkenness. She walked toward the parking area. “Let’s go home.”

Footsteps echoed through the empty basement. Behind her, the younger girl’s breathing was uneven. After a long pause, she asked cautiously, “I can’t see it.” She glanced away, her gaze sweeping over the neatly parked cars.

“What?” Gu Muchu fiddled with her car keys, pressing the button. A distant “beep-beep” sounded.

The illuminated lights made finding the car easy. Ji Yuran took the offered keys and stood beside the unfamiliar driver’s seat door.

“Your contact name.”

There was also a pinned message.

“Ah…” Gu Muchu lay back in the passenger seat, fumbling with the seatbelt several times before finally managing to buckle it.

“Do you like it?”

The question was odd. Lingering warmth from the car’s heater, combined with a drowsy sleepiness, washed over her.

All Gu Muchu wanted was to lie in bed and sleep soundly. Today’s dealings with those people had left her utterly drained.

Half-asleep, she seemed to hear Ji Yuran’s answer. With her eyes closed, she tilted her chin slightly in the other woman’s direction and tugged at the corner of her mouth in a faint smile.

The smile looked a little silly to Ji Yuran. She gripped the steering wheel awkwardly, her attention almost entirely focused on it, like a novice fresh out of driving school.

The only sounds in the car were their soft breathing and the gentle rustle of warm air against their faces. Gu Muchu slept peacefully, the shadow of an evergreen tree cast by a streetlight draping across her cheek like an artistic stroke on a lake’s surface.

By the time they arrived home, it was already late at night. Ji Yuran unbuckled her seatbelt and, noticing Gu Muchu still fast asleep beside her, gently nudged her twice.

No response.

“Sleeping like a little pig…” Ji Yuran muttered, chuckling softly. Usually, Gu Muchu gave her the impression of an older sister, but calling her that now eased some of the lingering resentment in her heart.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she murmured, her gaze lingering on Gu Muchu’s face.

Alpha’s sleep was restless, her brow furrowed slightly, as if she were dreaming of something unpleasant.

By the time Ji Yuran regained awareness, her fingertip was already touching Gu Muchu’s forehead. The skin felt delicate and warm, radiating the pheromone scent of Wild Rose.

Objectively speaking, aside from Gu Muchu’s personality, she was quite attractive, aligning with Ji Yuran’s preferences.

No, I don’t need to set aside her personality, Ji Yuran thought. I can just evaluate her objectively.

After wrestling with her thoughts for a while, Ji Yuran couldn’t resist pulling out her phone to capture this rare unguarded moment. She carefully aimed the camera.

Alpha’s eyelashes fluttered. Startled, Ji Yuran quickly hid her phone. When there was no sign of her waking, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Her gaze drifted down to Gu Muchu’s lips, and she blushed, recalling their intimate moment in the stairwell. Even the memory alone could recreate that indescribable sensation.

After some hesitation, Ji Yuran finally mustered the courage to brush her fingertip lightly across Gu Muchu’s lips.

A vivid smear of lipstick lingered on her fingertip. She straightened up, staring at the residue for a long moment, her peripheral vision catching the passenger seat.

Then, she swiftly brought her fingertip to her own lips and gently touched them.

A rosy flush bloomed on her cheeks.

Gu Muchu is truly the most infuriating person in the world, Ji Yuran thought.