After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 12

Yu Yazhi listened to the murmurs around her, caught the malice flickering in Yu Jiayan’s eyes, and casually picked up her phone. She glanced at it once, then set it down as if nothing had happened, her expression calm and unreadable. So this was the “good show” Yu Jiayan had been waiting for?

Yu Jiayan, annoyed at her composure, snorted coldly. He turned toward the main doors and shouted, “Hey, don’t leave yet! Where’s the PR department? Why aren’t you out here cleaning this up? Does the Yu family have no shame left?”

Meng Xi gripped her phone tightly, her gaze locked on the photo. That face, it wasn’t just familiar. No, it was Ning Xuan!

She was just about to speak up when,

Yu Zhengcheng, seated at the head of the table, slammed down his phone, his face dark with fury. “Enough! Shut your mouth!” he barked.

Startled by his father’s tone, Yu Jiayan quickly reined in his usual cocky, trouble-stirring demeanor.

“Dad, why are you yelling at me?” he muttered, curling his lip, feigning innocence. “The one dragging the Yu family’s name through the mud is Yu Yazhi, not me.”

Yu Zhengcheng’s palm hit the table with a resounding crack. “Shut up!”

“Fine.” Yu Jiayan dropped his head, too cowed to utter another word.

The shareholders and executives present exchanged glances, then hurriedly made their exits. This was clearly a Yu family matter—better not to linger.

Once the room quieted, Meng Xi, realizing Yu Jiayan was deliberately making trouble for Yu Yazhi, tried to defend her. “Chairman Yu, this report”

“It’s fake! Fake! Don’t believe a word of it!”

The doors burst open, and Ning Xuan rushed in, one hand pressed to her chest as she panted heavily. “Anyone who believes it is brain-dead!” she declared.

Everyone: “…”

All eyes immediately swiveled toward her.

The moment Ning Xuan entered, her gaze instinctively sought out Yu Yazhi—and, unexpectedly, their eyes met.

Yu Yazhi clearly hadn’t anticipated her arrival. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, quickly replaced by a frown and an icy expression, as if she wasn’t at all pleased to see her.

Ning Xuan knew full well this wasn’t something she needed to meddle in, but if she wanted to earn Yu Yazhi’s favor, how could she not step up now?

So, she offered a warm, friendly smile before turning toward Yu Zhengcheng.

The patriarch was past fifty, tall and broad-shouldered, his sharp eyes brimming with authority. Years in power had etched a commanding presence into him. One glance from him felt like he could peel back every hidden thought.

Ning Xuan’s heart pounded wildly. She quickly averted her gaze, letting it fall on the delicate, handsome man beside him. Judging by his looks, he had to be Yu Yazhi’s half-brother—the main rival for inheritance.

“Ahem, well”

She swept her eyes around the room before bowing her head slightly in deference. “Dad, that report is fake. The woman in that photo, it’s actually me. I don’t know which blind paparazzo caused this mess, but it’s a complete misunderstanding.”

As soon as she finished, she snuck a glance at Yu Yazhi.

Oh! Her expression seemed to ease a little.

But easing wasn’t enough. Ning Xuan was here to move the icy eldest daughter’s heart—this had to be a hero saves the beauty moment!

She pushed further, her tone laced with concern. “Dad, you know how hard Yazhi has been working lately. For the hotel’s performance, she’s pushed herself to the point of damaging her health. That’s why I dragged her to get a checkup.

Do you know what the doctor said?”

At the mention of a hospital, Yu Zhengcheng’s brows knitted, and he turned to his daughter. His voice was calm, giving away nothing: “What’s wrong with you?”

Yu Yazhi felt cornered. Ning Xuan was obviously painting her as pitiable. Someone as proud as her had no idea how to respond. “I’m fine.”

But Ning Xuan, worried she’d ruin the effect, cut her off smoothly: “Yazhi, I know you don’t want Dad to worry, so you hide things and suffer alone. But you’re not alone anymore, you have me. I worry about you. Tell me, if you fall ill from overwork and end up in the hospital, what then?”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

This woman never missed a chance to run her mouth.

But Yu Zhengcheng’s heart softened at Ning Xuan’s words. His daughter had always been too stubborn, too strong. As an Omega, her body was fragile to begin with. She must have endured far more than she let on.

Yu Jiayan, however, latched onto just one phrase—You’re not alone anymore.

He smirked. “Jie, don’t tell me you’re actually pregnant?”

His eyes swept over her, excitement barely contained. “Dad, if she’s really pregnant, you must let me handle the hotel. We can’t have her exhausting herself any further!”

Ning Xuan: “…”

This brat sure knew how to scheme.

Yu Yazhi’s patience snapped. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine. And no, I am not pregnant.”

Yu Jiayan: “…”

Really? He eyed her skeptically, his gaze dropping to her abdomen.

Flat. Slim-waisted. Not a trace of pregnancy.

If she wasn’t pregnant, then why— His glare shifted to Ning Xuan, as though accusing: What’s wrong with you? You still haven’t gotten her pregnant?

Ning Xuan caught his disdainful look and felt inexplicably judged—physically, no less.

God knew her body was in top condition.

“I’m perfectly healthy. Really. You can trust me,” she told him with grave sincerity.

Yu Jiayan: “…”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if to say, Who cares about your health?

Yu Yazhi frowned faintly at their odd exchange.

Yu Zhengcheng’s concern returned to his daughter. “Yazhi, your health.”

“Dad,” she said evenly, “I just haven’t been resting well. I’ll take better care of myself. As for the hotel, I’ll see to it personally—there won’t be any problems. And about the news, I believe someone orchestrated it deliberately.”

Her gaze slid pointedly toward Yu Jiayan.

Yu Zhengcheng followed her line of sight, his expression hardening.

Yu Jiayan caught it from the corner of his eye and felt a jolt of panic. Masking it with forced cheer, he laughed. “Come on, Dad. It’s just the tabloids chasing clicks. Who told jie to get involved with a big celebrity?”

But Yu Zhengcheng was no fool. He’d seen every kind of scheme in the business world. Comparing the tabloid photos with Ning Xuan’s testimony, he knew instantly—someone had set his daughter up.

And he had a strong suspicion who.

His gaze fixed on his son, sharp with warning. “It had better be as you say.”

Yu Jiayan’s smile stiffened. He quickly looked away, guilty.

Unwilling to waste more time on such a farce, Yu Zhengcheng turned to Meng Xi and commanded, “Have PR handle this. Find out which outlet released it. A media company this unscrupulous has no business existing.”

“Yes, Chairman Yu.”

Meng Xi bowed respectfully, but as she left, she couldn’t help glancing back. Seeing Yu Yazhi and Ning Xuan standing side by side made something in her chest twist sharply.

Yu Jiayan ground his teeth, unwilling to give in. “Dad, you actually believe someone like Ning Xuan? She’s nothing but a smooth-talking opportunist, clinging to power. That woman in the photo—sure, she looks similar, but you can’t even see her face clearly!”

He was convinced his father disliked Ning Xuan—a daughter-in-law Alpha who’d married in? He certainly looked down on her.

But Yu Yazhi, hearing him about to fan the flames again, snapped coldly, “Yu Jiayan, don’t go too far!”

Ning Xuan immediately echoed her, siding with her against him. “Little brother-in-law, if you’re that concerned about the family’s image, why not lend Assistant Meng a hand? You clearly have the heart for it.”

Yu Jiayan: “…”

He was stumped. After a long pause, he muttered bitterly, “Dad, look at her, she’s even ordering me around now.”