The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 48

In that fleeting moment, countless thoughts raced through the Omega’s mind.

Yet none offered a perfect solution to her current predicament.

Gu Muchu cleared her throat and politely inquired, “Did you take it?”

The Omega snapped back to reality, suddenly dropping to the floor. She pressed her upper body against the ground, using her arms to shield her chest and gather the bra pads into her embrace. “I took it,” she mumbled, her movements stiff and unnatural, as if terrified of revealing even a glimpse to Gu Muchu.

There was nothing more mortifying than embarrassing oneself in front of someone you admired.

Noticing her discomfort, Gu Muchu deliberately tried to ease the tension. “I didn’t expect you to use these.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ji Yuran pouted, clearly displeased. This attempt at conversation had fallen flat.

Gu Muchu, usually so adept at social graces and articulate, kept stumbling over her words around Ji Yuran. She could only lower her head in a gesture of apology.

“I use them too, it’s just…” Her gaze inadvertently flickered toward the Omega’s chest before she quickly averted her eyes. “It’s a little hard to believe.”

The faint, refreshing scent of lemon lingered in the air, while a small shadow fell across the floor, completely blocking the sunlight.

“Gu Muchu, are you just making conversation?” Ji Yuran asked, kneeling on the floor and reaching out to touch her forehead.

“How strange. You seem perfectly normal…” After checking, she shook her wrist and retreated to a respectful distance, slowly tidying up.

This was one of the rare times she had taken the initiative to approach Gu Muchu.

It felt like a subtly released signal had been detected, and the other party was acting according to her unspoken desires.

The feeling was hard to describe—a mix of secret delight and unease.

Gu Muchu froze for a moment, realizing that staying would only make things more awkward. She stood up and said, “You can pack your personal belongings yourself. I’ll go out now.”

Having just brazenly overstepped her boundaries, she now felt completely out of place. She turned and left.

Instead of immediately returning to her room, she leaned against the wall after closing the door.

From the master bedroom came the faint sounds of items clinking together and slippers shuffling across the floor.

After listening at the crack of the door for a while, Gu Muchu couldn’t help but press the back of her hand to her forehead.

The familiar sensation lingered, warmth seeping through the gaps between her fingers. She could vividly recall every strand of hair in her memory.

She really was acting strangely.

On the day Ji Yuran left, a light rain began to fall—a rare occurrence in the dry, cold winter.

The hotel arranged by the film crew was remote but decent. Gu Muchu carried her suitcase upstairs and found Ji Yuran bending over, tidying the bed she had used.

Without a dedicated housekeeper, her movements were practiced and efficient. The wrinkled sheets were smoothed flat, and the light rain slanted against the screen window, dampening the windowsill.

The sound of footsteps behind her caught the Omega’s attention. She turned, her gaze dropping to the suitcase in Gu Muchu’s hand. She casually took it, saying, “You can go now.”

Gu Muchu turned on the room’s air conditioner, the warm hum drying the dampness on her back. She lingered, feeling Ji Yuran’s unwavering gaze, and tilted her head, feigning confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“You can leave now,” Ji Yuran repeated clearly, her tone earnest.

Gu Muchu closed the screen window. “You’re kicking me out after using me?”

In truth, there was nothing left to tidy. But the thought of only being able to communicate through video calls for the next few months filled her with regret.

She wanted to stay with Ji Yuran a little longer.

“Then… stay a little longer,” Ji Yuran murmured, her inner turmoil evident.

She knew Gu Muchu was busy every day, and the fact that she had taken the time to pick her up and drop her off already filled her with contentment.

Sensing Ji Yuran’s reluctance, Gu Muchu tactfully picked up her coat from the back of the chair and draped it halfway over her shoulder. “I’m leaving.”

The light in the Omega’s eyes dimmed for a moment before quickly returning to its usual brightness.

She curved her lips into a smile.

Saying one thing while meaning another.

“Are you really leaving?” She tentatively lifted her foot, but Gu Muchu hesitated, struggling to force out a single word.

“Oh.”

Her reluctant tone, tinged with a child’s stubbornness, was strangely endearing.

Just then, a knock echoed through the room, jolting both women out of their intimate moment.

Anyone looking for Ji Yuran at this hour was likely from the film crew. As a nationally recognized actress, Gu Muchu could be recognized even if only half her face was visible, let alone standing in plain sight.

The knocking grew more urgent, accompanied by a muffled greeting.

“Miss Ji, are you in there?” a clear female voice called out.

Gu Muchu glanced at Ji Yuran, curious to see how she would handle this situation.

The Omega opened the bathroom door, leaving the room door slightly ajar.

“Let’s hide here for a moment.”

“Do I really seem that unapproachable?” Gu Muchu retorted, echoing Ji Yuran’s earlier words. Only now, as she repeated them verbatim, did she realize how much they sounded like a mix of grievance and playful teasing.

Ji Yuran clicked her tongue impatiently. “What’s with the banter? Now’s not the time.”

As the door was about to close, she reached out and lightly tapped Gu Muchu’s shoulder, like a kitten playfully scratching in retaliation, before hurrying to open the door.

Gu Muchu rubbed the spot where she’d been touched and stepped into the shadows, her Alpha features striking even in the dim light.

She surveyed the surroundings, her gaze settling on the smooth mirror. The sink counter was dry, and behind the mirror was a small, hinged compartment.

The restroom was well-soundproofed. When she heard footsteps approaching the door, she suppressed the urge to eavesdrop and casually opened the compartment, already formulating a plan.

Ding!

A message arrived.

Dorothy: Hey! The person who was fired has been found.

Dorothy: Got time to drop by? Busy bee?

Gu Muchu lazily lowered her eyelids and swiped up a quick “Okay.” After turning off her screen, she held her breath to listen to the conversation outside, feeling inexplicably irritated.

What could possibly need to be discussed at a hotel?

She pulled out a pen, tore off half a piece of paper, and scribbled several angry symbols on it before secretly tucking it behind the mirror.

Spending time with someone so childish is making me childish too.

After finishing, she glanced at the towel rack, her expression unreadable.

She lingered in the bathroom for half an hour until the film crew had left. Then came Ji Yuran’s reluctant farewell to Gu Muchu.

As Gu Muchu escorted her downstairs, the Omega stood at the entrance, gazing wistfully down the hallway like a forlorn puppy.

“It’s not like you’ll never see me again,” Gu Muchu said, offering verbal comfort—as much to herself as to Yuran.

They both tacitly accepted this ambiguous dynamic, neither daring to shatter the illusion or define clear boundaries.

Their relationship hovered between friendship and something more, yet never quite reaching the full bloom of romance.

It wasn’t that Gu Muchu relished the tension of ambiguity or the Omega’s adoring, worshipful gaze.

She wasn’t oblivious. She felt a strange flutter when their eyes met, and her heart inexplicably warmed when Yuran wore that smug, pleased expression.

When you truly care for someone, you become both anxious and cautious.

She was willing to take responsibility, but now wasn’t the right time.

Wait a little longer. It won’t be long.

Gu Muchu had carefully planned every step, her demeanor serious and professional, yet also impressive.

So engrossed in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice the string of messages flooding her phone.

“Which private room?” she asked, answering the call.

“No need. I’m right behind you,” a sultry voice purred from behind. A weight settled on her shoulder—Shen Yanyan’s hand.

Shen Yanyan lowered her sunglasses, scrutinizing Gu Muchu with a teasing smile. “People in love really are different from their usual selves.”

Normally, Gu Muchu would have ignored Shen Yanyan’s banter, but today was different. Anxious about revealing her true feelings, she blurted out, “How am I different?”

Shen Yanyan, less perceptive than Gu Muchu, pressed her lips together and walked to the end of the corridor, pushing open the door. A wave of warmth rushed out, making the room uncomfortably hot.

The walls of the room were adorned with antique paintings, their opulent details muted by the dim lighting. The lingering scent of incense mingled with the tense atmosphere, barely softening the air of unease.

Hearing the door open, the middle-aged man seated at the table rubbed his hands together and stood up, extending a hand in greeting.

“President Gu, it’s an honor to meet you. I’m Gu Yang,” he said. Slightly overweight, his ill-fitting suit made him look both comical and approachable.

His thinning black hair was damp with fine beads of cold sweat, whether from the heat or nervous anticipation.

Puzzled, Gu Muchu glanced at Shen Yanyan.

The latter strolled in leisurely, pulled out a chair, and half-reclined, gesturing with a nod toward the opposite seat. “Sit down.”

Lost in thought, Gu Muchu refrained from asking questions and sat stiffly across from Gu Yang. She noticed the man repeatedly wiping his face, his gaze darting away whenever their eyes met.

He’s hiding something.

“This is Gu Yang, the manager of Gu Shi Group’s N City branch. He’s the one who messed up the new shipment,” Shen Yanyan stated bluntly, causing Gu Yang’s cheeks to flush crimson.

Being introduced by a junior in such a way was humiliating enough.

Gu Muchu understood the situation and didn’t blame him. She lightly tilted her chin. “Gu Muchu. Just call me Little Gu.”

“President Gu is too kind…” Gu Yang chuckled awkwardly, secretly relieved that she wasn’t angry.

“President Gu” was merely a polite title. Behind her back, the Gu Shi Group often spoke of her with a hint of pity.

Why abandon such a promising family business to muddy the waters of the entertainment industry?

Shen Yanyan, uninterested in empty pleasantries, tapped the table to draw everyone’s attention. “I’m not here to exchange pleasantries. What’s the deal with that shipment?”

Gu Yang, who had just relaxed, tensed up again, intimidated by her aggressive tone.

“Miss Shen, it was indeed my oversight that led to this…” He scratched his head, like most men his age, deeply concerned about saving face.

His blunt admission of fault seemed out of character.

Gu Muchu didn’t believe this man had come here just to confess his mistakes. She glanced up and saw Shen Yanyan propping her cheek with one hand, watching Gu Yang with leisurely scrutiny.

“Gu Yang, you know about the relationship between the Gu Corporation’s mother and daughter. Why not just admit a little more?” Shen Yanyan’s tone was casual, but a subtle threat lurked beneath the surface. “Even if you lie, we can’t really do anything about it, right?”

The Beta narrowed his eyes, his smile as sly as a fox.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Gu Yang nodded obsequiously, like an employee being reprimanded by his superior.

Gu Muchu scoffed softly, already suspecting the truth.

As expected, the moment Gu Yang finished speaking, Shen Yanyan’s smile vanished, her voice turning cold and stern.

“Gu Yang, I heard that before you handed over your duties, a mysterious sum of money appeared in your account.”

“What’s even more coincidental is that the person who transferred the funds worked at the Shen Family’s company for a few months before being transferred to our branch in S City.”

“Tell me, Gu Yiqiong treated you well enough, didn’t she? So why were you so easily swayed by the Shen Family’s petty favors?”

Shen Yanyan crossed her arms, her voice light but accusatory.