The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 47

As Gu Muchu stepped out of the elevator, an inexplicable sense of dread washed over her.

Thin frost flowers had crystallized on the stairwell windows in the frigid air, the dryness making her subtly uncomfortable.

Alphas were acutely sensitive to the pheromones of their own kind. Even with suppressant patches, their intense aggression would still faintly linger in the air.

She deliberately unlocked the door with her key, only to find a pair of disposable slippers beside the usually pristine entrance.

A guest?

“I’m back,” she announced, hanging her coat on the rack as usual. She strolled into the living room.

Ji Yuran sat on the sofa, facing Gu Yiqiong.

The moment the two Alphas’ gazes locked, the air crackled with tension.

Gu Muchu had imagined countless scenarios for her next encounter with Gu Yiqiong, but none like this. The other woman sat calmly on the sofa, as if she were in her own home, perfectly at ease.

The events of the previous night surged back like a rising tide. Combined with Shen Yiyan’s earlier words, it was clear this visit was likely to demand answers.

“Speak,” Gu Muchu said. “What’s happened?” She didn’t bother asking how Gu Yiqiong had found her; Lu Panwei had probably leaked the information.

She walked over to the armchair and stood beside Ji Yuran, confirming that the Omega’s previously strained expression had indeed softened.

Gu Yiqiong crossed her arms, clearly displeased with Gu Muchu’s attitude. She said coldly, “Is this how you speak to your mother?”

“That depends on the situation,” Gu Muchu replied.

Gu Yiqiong stared at her intently for a few seconds before letting out a mocking laugh. She then turned her gaze to Ji Yuran. “See? This is how she behaves. When you’re discarded like worn-out shoes, she’ll treat you the same way.” Her tone was utterly certain.

Gu Muchu followed her gaze to the Omega sitting before her. Ji Yuran’s hands rested on her knees, her long lashes casting shadows beneath her eyes, making it impossible to discern her thoughts.

I wonder what Gu Yiqiong said to her.

“I won’t,” Gu Muchu said, placing her hand on the back of the armchair and stepping forward. Her eyes locked onto Ji Yuran’s profile.

The words were meant for her.

Ji Yuran’s fingers twitched almost imperceptibly. She turned her head, her brow furrowing slightly.

Gu Muchu immediately understood her meaning and found it amusing.

No matter how brazen the two women might be in private, they still needed to maintain a semblance of propriety in front of their elders. Unfortunately, Gu Yiqiong didn’t consider Ji Yuran worthy of respect.

“Where were we?” Gu Yiqiong straightened her spine and raised her gaze to meet Gu Yiqiong’s.

At the mention of this, Gu Yiqiong seemed to remember something, her face twisting into a sardonic grin, as if anticipating a spectacle. “Ah… she said you two are already married.”

“Is that true?” Gu Yiqiong’s eyes swept between the two women, clearly dismissing Ji Yuran’s earlier statement as a desperate excuse. Now that both parties were present, she wanted to see how this Omega would wriggle out of the situation.

Hearing this, Gu Muchu instinctively glanced at Ji Yuran, only to find the Omega turning her face away, clearly unwilling to confront Gu Yiqiong.

Muchu had never realized that the timid woman who cowered before her would dare to assert her claim so boldly in front of Gu Yiqiong.

A sharp pang pierced Muchu’s heart, leaving a small, hollow ache.

Gu Muchu’s silence only emboldened Gu Yiqiong, whose gaze toward Ji Yuran instantly turned contemptuous.

“Young lady, no matter how…”

“Yes.”

Before Gu Yiqiong could finish, Gu Muchu reached for Ji Yuran’s hand, which lay at her side, and gently hooked her index finger around it, offering silent reassurance.

The hand that had been struggling to pull away instantly went still, allowing Ji Yuran to act so boldly in front of her elders.

Gu Yiqiong thought she must have misheard. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Married?”

Silence was the most definitive answer.

Her gaze shifted downward, focusing on their tightly clasped hands. The sight only fueled Gu Yiqiong’s simmering anger.

“Oh, I remember now—the marriage certificate is on the bedside table,” Ji Yuran said, glancing up at Gu Muchu before turning to Gu Yiqiong with casual indifference. “Want to see it?”

Gu Muchu nearly burst out laughing. She pinched the soft flesh on the side of Ji Yuran’s palm, and Ji Yuran retaliated with a playful squeeze, as if warning her to behave.

And she did.

Gu Yiqiong was about to retort when her phone buzzed with a flurry of notifications. She glared at the couple before openly checking her messages.

Whatever the message contained, the Alpha’s expression instantly darkened. She shot a veiled glance at Gu Muchu, her lips pressing into a thin line.

“I expect a full explanation for today’s events. And you too,” Gu Yiqiong said, gathering her belongings. The last remark was directed at Ji Yuran.

She left in a hurry, the tea on the low table still steaming. Apart from the faint indentation on the sofa, no trace of her visit remained.

The heater buzzed loudly, blowing uncomfortably dry air. Gu Muchu turned to see Ji Yuran sitting on the single sofa, looking relieved, her cheeks flushed from the lack of oxygen.

Gu Muchu sat down at the other end of the sofa, her tone teasing.

She straightened her posture, but a tangle of questions lingered in her heart, unsure how to begin.

In truth, Gu Muchu was also nervous. The moment she saw Gu Yiqiong at the door, her heart nearly stopped from fear.

It wasn’t fear of Alphas in general, but rather what Ji Yuran might have said, done, or even inflicted on her…

Fortunately, after their conversation, she understood the other woman’s almost abnormal emotions.

Ji Yuran needed her.

She just felt sorry for Ji Yuran, who had to endure her anger.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this,” Gu Muchu said.

As she spoke, her gaze drifted casually to the contract papers laid out on the table.

In the next instant, Ji Yuran frantically reached out to cover them, pulling them toward herself.

But it was too late.

Gu Muchu was faster. She pressed her thumb against the bottom corner of the top page and slowly slid it aside.

“What’s this?” Seeing Ji Yuran’s tense expression, Gu Muchu flipped open the first page and scanned it.

The only sound in the air was the rustling of paper.

A soft laugh broke the silence, like a raindrop falling into a lake, rippling the stillness.

Ji Yuran sat on pins and needles, repeatedly leaning forward to explain, but the words caught in her throat, stifled by shame. She stiffened her neck awkwardly.

These were Gu Yiqiong’s conditions, each one almost impossible to refuse. Even signing just one would guarantee her financial security for the rest of her life.

Recalling her drunken, fervent promises from the previous night, Gu Muchu sighed and mimicked her tone, speaking slowly and deliberately.

“Who doesn’t love money? But what’s more important than money?”

Ji Yuran lunged to snatch the contracts, but Gu Muchu stepped forward instead of retreating. Their eyes met, and the Little Lion’s fiery defiance instantly fizzled out.

“You said it yourself,” Gu Muchu said, waving the contracts in her hand.

Gu Yiqiong was so old-fashioned, trying to intimidate an Omega with such tactics. It only fueled her rebellious spirit.

“She’s probably plotting something, waiting for me to sign before springing her trap!”

The truth in her words was undeniable.

“But openly rejecting her might be even more dangerous?” Gu Muchu countered, silencing Ji Yuran.

“Fine, I can’t reason with you,” Ji Yuran said, defeated. She rose to return to her room.

Gu Muchu dropped her teasing tone and followed her back to the bedroom, only to have the door slammed in her face.

“What’s wrong now? Open the door,” she said, knocking on the door. A muffled voice came from inside.

“Wait a moment.”

There was a sound like something falling over, followed by hurried footsteps.

The door swung open, revealing the Omega’s radiant face. She peeked through the crack, meeting Gu Muchu’s gaze, and said softly, “You can come in now.”

Gu Muchu couldn’t help but find it amusing. After living together for so long, the other woman still acted like a mouse seeing a cat whenever she saw her.

She followed closely behind Ji Yuran, giving the tidy bedroom a respectful glance and nodding approvingly. “This room was definitely the right choice for you.”

Warm sunlight streamed through the window, casting small squares of light across the soft bedding. Tiny dust motes danced in the air, carrying a faint, unique fragrance that belonged only to Ji Yuran.

For Gu Muchu, this secret tidying was the greatest reward.

Ji Yuran opened the closet and pulled out several garments, spreading them across the bed.

“I’m leaving for the film set soon, so I thought I’d pack first.”

Her scenes were concentrated in the middle part of the film. Just a few days ago, she had been enjoying a leisurely life, but now, until the premiere, the two of them wouldn’t be able to see each other.

Gu Muchu, reluctant to part with Ji Yuran, helped her pull a suitcase from the closet and set it on the floor, unzipping it.

Ji Yuran’s ears flushed inexplicably as she hugged the blanket tighter, rubbing against it. It felt like her lover was packing her suitcase for a long trip, meticulously considering every detail.

Gu Muchu had brushed aside Ji Yuran’s earlier attempt to conceal her resentment, and now the Omega’s heart was bubbling with sweetness.

She crouched down, neatly folding the bulky down jacket. As she reached for more clothes, a hand stopped her.

“Two sets are enough. One to wear, one to pack. If you need more, I’ll send them over,” Gu Muchu said, tucking lightweight thermal underwear into the suitcase and fastening the compression straps.

The low-budget film crew couldn’t afford to provide wardrobe changes for the lead actors, so everyone had to handle their own laundry and packing.

Fortunately, Ji Yuran had Gu Muchu.

Gu Muchu didn’t mind taking care of others; in fact, she enjoyed it. She liked being needed and relied upon.

“The crew will provide toiletries. Skincare products, face masks…”

“And suppressants and suppressant patches,” Gu Muchu muttered, completely oblivious to the intense, undisguised gaze fixed on her.

With effortless nonchalance, she tossed a bag of puffed snacks out of the suitcase and continued packing. Only when she had nearly filled the suitcase did she notice the empty space around her on the floor.

“What’s missing?”

Ji Yuran’s expression momentarily turned awkward. She opened her mouth to speak, her fingers nervously tugging at the drawstring of her bag, and said in a pitiful voice, “I can handle the rest myself.”

“We’re almost done packing. Just give it to me.”

Gu Muchu didn’t realize what was making her so uneasy until the Omega’s gaze drifted toward the dresser drawer. Then it clicked.

Ah, it’s the lingerie.

“What’s the big deal?” Gu Muchu calmly opened the drawer and picked up a matching set of underwear.

Though unintentional, the way her slender fingers pinched the bra, distorting its shape, made Ji Yuran rub her earlobe, too embarrassed to look up.

“Is this everything?” Gu Muchu asked, turning to show Ji Yuran for confirmation, her demeanor utterly unfazed.

She’s already taken it, and now she’s forcing me to look?

“You’re really…” Ji Yuran’s words trailed off as something light as a feather landed on her head, almost imperceptible.

“Oh, sorry, did something fall?” Gu Muchu noticed first, bending down faster than Ji Yuran could react. Her hand froze mid-reach.

Sensing her hesitation, Ji Yuran also shifted her gaze downward. When she finally recognized what it was, her breath caught in her throat.

It was a br3ast pad.