After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 11

Ning Xuan thought back to Yu Yazhi’s strange behavior the night before, and her heart gave a jolt—

Could it be that the young miss was watching her even now?

Otherwise, how else would Yu Yazhi have shown up right on time back at the hotel with Bai Meng?

With that thought, she strode to the door, pulled it open, folded her arms, and tilted her chin up.

“Not seeing you out, Miss Bai.”

Bai Meng: “…”

For Ning Xuan’s “dress up then cut ties” act, she had only one thought: There’s no way I’m letting this go so easily.

Wait—

Her gaze swept past the coffee table, where a thermos sat beside a cup of water, red dates and goji berries floating on the surface.

An idea suddenly flashed through her mind—last time, she had released so much pheromone, yet Ning Xuan had stubbornly held back and never touched her, forcing herself into exhaustion and even landing in the hospital.

Could it be that Ning Xuan can’t anymore?

Ning Xuan met Bai Meng’s increasingly sympathetic stare with bewilderment. What now? What kind of bizarre nonsense is this woman imagining again?

Forget it. Whatever she’s thinking, Ning Xuan wasn’t playing along.

Her face turned cold as she repeated the eviction order:

“Miss Bai, the door’s that way.”

Surely, she would take the hint and leave this time, right?

But Bai Meng’s brows furrowed tightly, and then she said something that nearly made Ning Xuan choke.

Gazing at the blue thermos, Bai Meng’s eyes carried a trace of sorrow.

“Ning Xuan, you’re already drinking goji berries in a thermos? At your age, has it come to this?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

F*ck!

Was this woman saying she was weak?

Thinking of the medicine Dr. Chen Ying had given her, Ning Xuan almost doubted her own existence. Was she really that fragile? But she felt perfectly fine—healthy enough to run three kilometers with weights strapped on!

Seeing her frown, Bai Meng thought she had struck a nerve and quickly added:

“Ning Xuan, I know you might have some unspeakable difficulties. But I love you for who you are. No matter what problems you have, don’t worry, I’ll stay by your side.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Stay by your side my ass!

Drinking red dates and goji berries was just her personal wellness habit, okay?

“Pfft”

Zhao Luoluo could no longer hold back, covering her mouth as laughter spilled out.

“Haha, Xuan-jie, you”

Ning Xuan’s embarrassment was enough to dig out the Sichuan Basin with her toes.

But she didn’t bother to explain. As long as Bai Meng left, she could think whatever she wanted.

“Heh, Miss Bai, thank you ever so much for your deep affection.”

Ning Xuan gave a cold laugh, shot Zhao Luoluo—still giggling—a sharp look, and snapped,

“Still not leaving?”

Then she turned her cutting tone back on Bai Meng:

“Seems you’re quite fond of my lounge, Miss Bai. Fine, it’s all yours!”

With that, she swept out.

Zhao Luoluo scrambled after her, not forgetting to grab Ning Xuan’s thermos.

“Xuan-jie, wait up!”

Seeing her charge ahead in heels, she worriedly called out:

“You’re wearing stilettos, don’t twist your ankle!”

But her concern quickly gave way to gossip. Sure, Bai Meng’s imagination was ridiculous—but Xuan-jie had been married to President Yu for half a year now, and her belly still hadn’t shown the slightest movement. Could it be that Xuan-jie

“Ah!”

Lost in thought, Zhao Luoluo didn’t notice Ning Xuan had stopped and smacked right into her back, baring her teeth in pain.

“Ow! Xuan-jie, why’d you stop all of a sudden?”

Ning Xuan had halted to check the program group’s chat.

Among the usual chatter, a news article popped up:

【Yu family’s eldest miss suspected of marital infidelity—mysterious woman accompanies her to hospital, baby bump suspected.】

Ning Xuan: !!!

Shocked, then thrilled.

No way. Yu Yazhi cheated? And with a baby on the way? Seriously? Could it be that her good days were finally here?

The chat group members were equally hyped:

【President Yu cheated during her marriage? Ning Xuan’s gravy train is about to derail?】

【Same question—Ning Xuan’s soft meal, gone for good?】

【Is this my chance? Hahaha, grin turning perverted.】

What kind of freaky comments are these?

Ning Xuan stared, dumbfounded, and couldn’t help replying:

【Uh, did you all forget Ning Xuan is still in this group?】

【Above, keep formation, don’t break ranks.】

(Withdrawn)

【Wait—Ning Xuan, that’s you??】

(Withdrawn)

The worst thing about group chats—sudden silence.

Ning Xuan: “…”

For some reason, everyone in this group suddenly felt dangerous.

They’re all eyeing my beauty, aren’t they?

Zhao Luoluo, oblivious, saw her standing frozen with her head down and frowned.

“Xuan-jie, what’s wrong?”

Ning Xuan lifted her head with a grave expression.

“Luoluo, you might not believe this.”

Her face betrayed unconcealed excitement.

“But I think my wife just cheated. Hahaha.”

Zhao Luoluo: “…”

How on earth was President Yu’s affair something to celebrate?

Had Xuan-jie been driven mad?

Grinning, Ning Xuan opened the news article, her heart pounding like wild deer racing across a vast grassland.

She had never in her life been so fond of the color green. Time to see which lucky soul had freed her.

When the blurry photo popped up, Ning Xuan instantly turned to stone.

F*ck—turns out the mistress was me?

Life’s three great joys: promotion, fortune, and a spouse’s death.

Ning Xuan thought she might enjoy a fourth—wife cheats, freedom gained.

But who could’ve imagined fate playing such a cruel joke?

Her soaring mood plummeted in an instant.

Sigh. Should’ve known it wouldn’t be so easy to shake off Yu Yazhi.

So mad.

So, so mad!

Pressing her lips tight, Ning Xuan blacked out her screen, slumped her head, and walked into the elevator.

Zhao Luoluo, completely confused, hurriedly searched for the news on her phone. The next second, she burst into peals of laughter.

“Hahaha! Xuan-jie, these paparazzi must be blind!

All you did was wear a hat and mask and change your style, and they went and mistook you for President Yu’s mistress? That’s insane!”

“Yeah. Totally insane.”

Ning Xuan lowered her gaze, lips curving in a bitter smile.

If only it was true.

“Then why aren’t you happy, Xuan-jie?”

Zhao Luoluo was baffled. Why did it feel like Xuan-jie wanted President Yu to be cheating? Was this a new kind of kink? Green-hat chic? High-society roleplay? That couldn’t be healthy!

“Ding”

The elevator descended to the B1 underground parking level.

The two of them stepped out one after the other.

Zhao Luoluo quickly located the car and opened the door for her.

Ning Xuan slid into the seat, still weighed down with gloom.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Luoluo tried to find a casual topic to lighten the mood.

“Xuan-jie, next time you go out with Miss Yu, you shouldn’t bother with disguises anymore. The two of you showing a little affection isn’t a bad thing. Other celebrities who marry into wealthy families can’t wait to flaunt it seven or eight times a day. You, on the other hand, keep so low-key.”

Ning Xuan clearly disliked the subject. She waved her hand impatiently.

“Enough, stop talking. Drive. Take me home.”

“…” Zhao Luoluo shut her mouth. Noticing her sour mood, she didn’t dare continue.
The luxury car headed toward the Yu family villa.

Ning Xuan leaned back, pressing her hand against her forehead, eyes closed in weary repose.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

It was Su Manyun.

On the call, she insisted that Ning Xuan come forward to clarify the scandal, emphasizing that it would be best if she appeared together with Yu Yazhi.

After a pause, Ning Xuan replied, “Alright, I got it. I’ll post a photo on Weibo later and explain things.”

She opened her photo album—only to realize she didn’t have a single picture with Yu Yazhi.

Great. She’d have to take one now.

She called the villa. Aunt Wu picked up, saying that Yu Yazhi had gone to a meeting at Yu Corporation.

Yu Corporation. A meeting. A scandal.

The words pieced themselves together in Ning Xuan’s mind, forming the shape of a conspiracy. Could it be that someone was targeting Yu Yazhi? Still, with her “female lead” aura and undeniable capability, Yu Yazhi should have no problem swatting away a trivial rumor like this.

Forget it, forget it—best not to overthink.

“Luoluo, take me to Yu Corporation.”

Forget it? What a joke.

She had to make sure the young miss owed her a favor. At the very least, she ought to remember Ning Xuan’s kindness.

If she treated her better today, perhaps it might pave the way for a freer, brighter tomorrow.

Yu Corporation Headquarters

Conference Room

Yu Yazhi closed the folder, finishing her financial report on the SY International Hotel project.

On the large screen, a set of rising trend lines declared her stellar performance.

“Thank you. That concludes my report.”

She offered a slight bow—modest in gesture, dazzling in confidence.

“Not bad, not bad.”

“Indeed, excellent work.”

Clap, clap.

Smiles spread across the room as the executives applauded approvingly.

Yu Jiayan, seated among them, forced himself to clap along. On the surface, he smiled with the others, but deep inside, jealousy burned.

An Omega ought to stay at home, tending to husband and children!

How dare she—how could she!

As the applause died down, his face flushed red. His fingers drummed erratically against the table, restless, itching to act.

After her report, Yu Yazhi returned to her seat.

Yu Zhengcheng, chairman of the Corporation, rose to speak, moving on to the hotel’s next-quarter targets.

He attached great importance to the SY International Hotel.

It was the very first brand he had built with his own hands upon the foundation of his ancestors’ legacy. Back then, it was this hotel that secured him the Yu family inheritance.

And now, Yu Yazhi was retracing his path.

But unfortunately—she was an Omega.

The shareholders and senior executives present were shrewd enough to read the regret flickering in his eyes.

Yes.

That Yu Yazhi could not only maintain but even improve SY International’s performance was beyond the reach of ordinary cleverness.

Yet no matter how smart, how accomplished she was—in Yu Zhengcheng’s eyes, she would always be lacking.

“What a pity,” one shareholder sighed softly.

Another leaned in to whisper, speculating that Yu Yazhi’s fatal flaw lay in being an Omega, and worse still—a woman.

What Yu Zhengcheng truly favored was still the Yu family’s crown prince, Yu Jiayan.

Though this second young master was endlessly irresponsible, constantly infuriating his father, his standing in the family remained unshaken.

Yu Yazhi overheard the whispers.

She didn’t mind. She only looked quietly toward her father.

Just moments ago, he had worn a smile, his eyes warm. Though he hadn’t said a word, every glance, every gesture of his was a reward to her.

The endless effort she had poured in had not been wasted.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes shimmered with brilliance. The frosty mask she always wore gave way to a rare, genuine smile.

Standing beside her, Meng Xi was caught by that smile. To her, it was like watching a breathtaking view. She found herself smiling along.

The meeting drew to its close.

Everyone had already silenced their phones, preparing to rise and leave—when suddenly, notifications chimed one after another.

Yu Jiayan’s lips curled into a genuine smile for the first time that day. Yu Yazhi, my dear sister—just moments ago you basked in glory. Now, let’s see how far you fall.

“Oh my, what’s this? Sister, this looks like you.”

Feigning shock, Yu Jiayan raised his phone. “This—this can’t be real! Quickly! PR department, whoever hasn’t left, stay here!”

Not just him, everyone staring at their screens saw it.

Headlining both the finance and entertainment feeds was breaking news of Yu Yazhi’s alleged affair.

“What’s going on?”

“That really is the young miss.”

“Shh! Quiet. Can’t you see Chairman Yu’s face?”

The once-buoyant atmosphere in the grand conference room plunged into icy, suffocating silence.