After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 101

When Yu Yazhi arrived at the ancestral home, the street was lined with police cars and swarming with reporters. They were held back by a cordoned perimeter, their long lenses aimed at the house like a firing squad.

Sun Meiqing stood right in front of the cameras, wailing, “Heavens, how am I supposed to go on?” Her face was pale, her eyes swollen red, and her hair disheveled. She leaned into the arms of a female bodyguard, weeping as if she were about to faint.

But the moment she saw Yu Yazhi step out of the car, she snapped to life. Shoving through the reporters, she lunged at her: “You cold-hearted woman! You’ve lost your mind! How could you lay a hand on your own fath—”

Slap!

Before she could finish, a resounding slap landed on her face. Yu Yazhi struck her with visceral force, her eyes burning with a lethal intensity. “Get out!”

She had lost all reason.

This played right into Sun Meiqing’s hands. She took the hit and tumbled backward into the crowd of reporters. To the world watching the live broadcast, this looked like a clear act of assault.

“I can’t live like this!” Sun Meiqing sobbed piteously. “Just kill me too! I don’t want to live anymore! Yu Yazhi, you killed your father and destroyed your brother! You are beyond redemption!”

The reporters surged forward with accusations:

“Yu Yazhi, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Your brother in a crash, your father dead, and you inherit everything—the ultimate winner! How can you be so cruel?”

“It’s terrifying! Are you even human? You’re worse than a beast!”

The insults flew wildly. Someone even hurled an egg from the crowd.

Ning Xuan shielded her, taking the hit. The eggs smashed against her head and back, leaving her a mess within seconds. “Don’t be afraid, Yazhi. I’m here,” Ning Xuan whispered, protecting her.

In her arms, Yu Yazhi’s eyes were bloodshot, her tears held back by sheer force of will. “I want, I need to see my dad.” But her legs were leaden and trembling; looking at the house so close by, she found herself paralyzed by dread.

Ning Xuan hooked an arm around her waist, supporting her as they moved toward the house.

Police had cordoned off the scene, but the reporters formed a wall as dense as a mountain. They struggled through the throng, inching closer and closer to the line.

Suddenly, the crowd fell silent. Every camera lens pivoted toward the entrance.

Two officers emerged, carrying a stretcher. The body was covered with a white sheet, but a hand hung limply from the side wearing a signature black beaded bracelet.

“Dad! Dad!” Yu Yazhi recognized it instantly. She collapsed, a low wail escaping her as tears finally surged forth. Ning Xuan pulled her close, pressing Yazhi’s face into her chest, unwilling to let her witness such a brutal sight.

“Zhengcheng! Cheng-ge!” Sun Meiqing was also screaming in despair, eventually “fainting” into her bodyguard’s arms right in front of the lenses.

The scene was pure chaos.

Numbly, Ning Xuan tended to Yu Yazhi before helping her to the police station to follow the progress of the investigation.

The officer in charge was Deng Feng. His expression was grim. “The forensic report confirms the cause of death was fugu (pufferfish) poisoning. Someone swapped his sleeping pills, placing tetrodotoxin inside the capsules.”

Yu Yazhi’s voice was hoarse from crying. “It was Sun Meiqing. It had to be her. She murdered my father.”

Deng Feng’s gaze was heavy. “Sun Meiqing claims it was you. She also stated that you were the last person to leave the house last night.”

Yu Yazhi buried her face in her hands, tears leaking through her fingers. “I—I—” She choked on a sob, unable to form words.

Ning Xuan stepped in to defend her: “We never even entered his bedroom. How could we have swapped his medication? You can check the room for footprints, fingerprints—anything. Besides, Yu Yazhi was already the heir; she had no motive to kill.”

“No motive?” Deng Feng looked at Yu Yazhi. “We’ll find one soon enough.”

Just then, a young officer hurried in with a folder. “Captain Deng, we found it.”

Deng Feng took the file and pulled out a document. It was a will. The primary content stated that all assets and company shares were to be transferred to Sun Meiqing.

“Is this not a motive?” Deng Feng was furious, practically shoving the will into Yu Yazhi’s face.

Yu Yazhi glanced at it and immediately barked, “That will is a fake. Sun Meiqing forged it!”

Ning Xuan added, “Exactly! That will has to be a forgery! Her father was on the phone with her last night, calling her his best and most desired successor!”

This reminded Yu Yazhi. Trembling, she pulled out her phone and played the recording:

“Yazhi.”

“What? If you have something to say, just say it.”

“You are a good child. Truly. You have been wonderful since you were small. Even in the places I neglected, you grew up so well. You are my pride.”

“Yazhi, you are the best successor, and the one I’ve always wanted most.”

The recording cut off.

Hearing her father’s voice, Yu Yazhi began to cry again. “I recorded it. I had a feeling he was going to say something sentimental, he had never said things like that to me before. I instinctively wanted to save it. It was his recognition, it meant everything to me. We’ve been through so much lately, but it brought us together. He was my father. No matter what he did to me, I would never hurt him, because I loved him.”

She collapsed into Ning Xuan’s arms, weeping uncontrollably.

Deng Feng watched her, seemingly moved by her grief. He turned to the other officer. “Go bring in Sun Meiqing.”

Sun Meiqing arrived in the afternoon, accompanied by a lawyer. It was Yu Zhengcheng’s personal attorney, Zhao Taiming—a portly, older man.

He spoke to Deng Feng: “My client told me two days ago that he wanted to revise his will. I didn’t understand why then, but today, it suddenly became clear.”

“What became clear?” Deng Feng asked solemnly. Before the lawyer could continue, Deng Feng warned, “Are you certain that what you are about to say is truthful and reliable? Lawyer Zhao, you will be held responsible for your

testimony.”

Zhao Taiming hesitated. He glanced at Sun Meiqing, then at Yu Yazhi, and finally nodded. “Of course. I take full responsibility.”

“Then please, follow me.”

Deng Feng led him toward the interrogation room. Seeing this, Yu Yazhi was pushed over the edge. She lunged forward and grabbed Zhao Taiming’s arm, shouting hoarsely, “You’re in this together! No wonder my dad wanted a divorce and told me to find a new lawyer. You betrayed him long ago!”

Guilt-stricken, Zhao Taiming couldn’t meet her eyes. He pried her hand off and shouted to Deng Feng, “This woman is insane! Officers, get her away from me! She’s liable to kill someone in this state!”

The officers stepped in to pull Yu Yazhi back. In the scuffle, she was accidentally shoved to the ground. Her elbow hit the floor, scraping the skin and drawing blood instantly. Ignoring the pain, she tried to lunge at Zhao Taiming again, but Ning Xuan held her back.

Unable to break free, Yu Yazhi could only scream through her tears: “Uncle Zhao! You were friends with my father for decades! You can’t let him die like this without the truth coming out!”

Zhao Taiming entered the interrogation room. He paused for a fraction of a second at the threshold, but he didn’t look back.

“Miss Yu, any further disruption will be considered interfering with a judicial investigation,” Deng Feng said coldly before closing the door.

Sun Meiqing waited outside, looking as if victory were already hers. She looked down at Yu Yazhi with contempt, mouthing the words: “Parricide.”

She was baiting Yazhi. If Yazhi attacked her in the police station, it would only help her case.

But Yu Yazhi didn’t. She saw Meng Xi walking toward them and a realization hit her. She rushed over: “What did you do? Meng Xi, you were at the house yesterday too! Why were you there?”

Meng Xi looked at the disheveled woman before her. She pulled a handkerchief from her bag and offered it to her, her face a mask of calm. “Yu Yazhi, do you really think I would move against him? What motive would I have?”

Yu Yazhi didn’t know. Her head was throbbing so violently she couldn’t think.

Ning Xuan supported her and asked on her behalf, “What were you doing at the ancestral home?”

Meng Xi’s face was indifferent, her posture haughty. “I will answer that, but not to you.”

Ning Xuan frowned. In just a short time, this Assistant Meng has changed completely. Something is wrong.

Just then, an officer approached. “Ms. Meng Xi? Thank you for coming in to assist. Please follow me.”

Meng Xi nodded and followed the officer to another interrogation room. Once they were seated and the formalities were over, the officer asked, “You said you went to the ancestral home. For what purpose?”

Meng Xi replied, “Chairman Yu was looking for his daughter. I suspected that I was that daughter. So, I went to his bedroom to retrieve a sample of his hair.”

The officer: “…”

Outside, the minutes ticked by slowly. Yu Yazhi’s mind was flooded with the realization that they were all conspiring to smear her. It was so filthy it made her physically sick.

“Ugh.” She gagged, the nausea overwhelming her.

She hadn’t touched a drop of water since the news broke, so she had nothing left in her stomach to heave.

Deeply concerned, Ning Xuan quickly fetched some warm water and handed it to her, murmuring comfort: “Drink a little first. Yazhi, the truth won’t stay buried forever. You have to take care of yourself to survive this war.”

Yu Yazhi took the cup and took a few sips. As her stomach settled, her mind began to sharpen again. “Where is my phone?”

Ning Xuan quickly pulled it out of her bag. In the chaos of the morning, Yu Yazhi had dropped it on the floor and forgotten it in her haste to get dressed; Ning Xuan had retrieved it and kept it with her ever since.

Yu Yazhi took the phone and dialed the lawyer, Chen Shuo, telling him to get to the station as quickly as possible. Next, she called Dong Hou and asked him to come as well.

Dong Hou had been keeping watch beside Yu Zhengcheng’s body. Upon receiving the call, he rushed over. Seeing the haggard, broken state of the young woman, his heart ached for her.

“This too shall pass,” he said, stepping forward to pull her into a protective embrace. He patted her back gently, whispering, “The truth will come to light. The Master is watching over you. Don’t be afraid, child.”

Inside the Interrogation Room, Deng Feng focused on the computer screen, playing the video provided by Zhao Taiming. The footage showed Yu Zhengcheng discussing the revision of his will.

In the video, Yu Zhengcheng covered his face, his voice heavy: “I’m leaving my personal assets to Meiqing. The company will also be managed by her temporarily at least until the missing child is found.”

Zhao Taiming looked visibly shocked in the recording. “Why so sudden? What about Miss Yu?”

Yu Zhengcheng shook his head. “She has disappointed me too deeply. She’s the one who harmed Jiayan. She’s, she’s too cruel.”

The video was short, but it was damning. It painted a picture of a father’s profound disappointment and explicitly linked Yu Yazhi to the “accident” that befell her brother.

Zhao Taiming turned to Deng Feng. “Mr. Yu Zhengcheng, he knew it was Yu Yazhi who harmed the Young Master. Because of that, he lost all faith in her and asked me to revise the will. It’s possible that Miss Yu committed this grave error out of desperation because of these changes. Sigh.”

He had presented a nearly perfect criminal logic.

Deng Feng listened in silence, rubbing his chin as he contemplated the narrative. He ejected the flash drive and handed it to an officer beside him. “Get this to the forensics department for authentication.”

As the officer hurried out, Deng Feng continued, “Is there any other, more direct evidence?”

Zhao Taiming remained silent for a long moment before replying, “You should ask Sun Meiqing. She might know something.”

Deng Feng summoned Sun Meiqing and posed the same question: “Do you have any more direct evidence of Yu Yazhi’s involvement in her father’s death? For instance, the source of the tetrodotoxin. How do you think she would obtain such a substance?”

Sun Meiqing hesitated for a beat before speaking. “She has a very close friend who is a doctor. I believe her name is Chen Ying? She did research on tetrodotoxin years ago. Moreover, Chen Ying was very close to Yu Yazhi’s late mother. It’s highly likely she would help her.”

Deng Feng listened and then let out a small, dry laugh. “You certainly seem to have a thorough understanding of Yu Yazhi’s social circle.”

Sun Meiqing’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly added, “Being a stepmother has always been a difficult role; I had to pay extra attention to her. I just never imagined she would be so cold-blooded as to strike at her own father.”

“You seem very certain that she was the one who did it,” Deng Feng observed.

Sun Meiqing sensed a shift in the atmosphere. She forced a smile. “Is it not obvious?”

Deng Feng nodded, though his smile carried a sharp edge of irony. “Actually, it isn’t.”

“What?” Sun Meiqing’s smile began to stiffen. “How could it not be?”