After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 15

The reporters, watching the two of them so close and intimate, felt like they’d just been force-fed dog food.

Still, dog food was a selling point.

Especially when both of them were stunningly beautiful—and rarely seen together in the same frame.

Now that they had the chance, of course the reporters went wild snapping photos.

Yu Yazhi instinctively shifted away from Ning Xuan’s palm, leaning a little stiffly at her side.

Ning Xuan’s arm slid down naturally, tightened slightly, and circled around Yu Yazhi’s slender waist.

Yu Yazhi’s body tensed, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt as though the skin beneath Ning Xuan’s hand was faintly burning.

Unable to control herself, she glanced sideways. Ning Xuan faced the cameras, her brows and eyes curved in a radiant smile.

It felt like she was always smiling.

Her expressions were vivid, full of life, brimming with an infectious, dazzling energy.

Perhaps that was why so many people liked her.

“We’re obviously very much in love.”

“See? We’re even heading off on a date right now.”

“Alright, alright—my wife’s been working all morning. Let’s give her a little peace and quiet.”

As Ning Xuan spoke, they arrived at the car.

Zhao Luoluo had already opened the door. Once they got in, she started the engine.

Security quickly stepped in to block the reporters, clearing a path.

The reporters, satisfied with the clarification from the couple and armed with plenty of intimate shots, finally dispersed, feeling they had struck gold.

Meanwhile, the Yu Corporation’s PR team moved fast. A sharp yet professional statement was released:

【As for the rumor-mongers, we will pursue accountability to the end.】

The noise died down—for now.

Inside the luxury car.

In the rearview mirror.

Zhao Luoluo drove, her gaze flicking now and then to the two women in the backseat. President Yu had just trended online, Xuan-jie had swooped in to “defend her wife” by all rights the air should have been thick with the stench of romance. So why did they look like this?

Look at that clear boundary line between them, if the media saw it, they’d call them plastic spouses without hesitation!

Thinking this, Zhao felt she should probably do something.

But what?

Ah, right.

She suddenly remembered Ning Xuan’s instructions before entering the Yu building and quickly said, “Xuan-jie, I booked the restaurant you asked for. I’ll drive you there now.”

“Good,” Ning Xuan replied casually.

Yu Yazhi froze, a little surprised. Just now, when Ning Xuan had said she’d treat her to a meal, she thought it was only for show. But apparently not. Come to think of it, this was probably the first time the two of them were going out to eat alone. The idea felt strange, almost unfamiliar.

As an assistant, Zhao Luoluo was a master at reading the room.

Seeing Yu Yazhi’s expression, she immediately grinned and added, “Miss Yu, Xuan-jie mentioned you haven’t been feeling well lately and need to eat light. So I found a restaurant nearby with great reviews and a good reputation—it’s perfect. Oh, and don’t be fooled by how Xuan-jie looks like she doesn’t know how to take care of people. That’s not true. Lately, she’s been bringing you up in front of us all the time.”

Ning Xuan, suddenly called out: “…”

She shot Zhao a sharp look. All I said was to book a restaurant. When did I say any of that?

She was about to cut her off, afraid she’d talk herself into a corner and spin a story too big to salvage.

But Yu Yazhi, for once, looked genuinely interested. Before Ning Xuan could speak, she asked, “Oh? And what exactly has she been saying about me?”

Ning Xuan froze, mind racing. Have I said anything bad about her recently?

Probably not.

But who knew what the original host had said before she came here? That, she couldn’t be sure of.

Through the rearview mirror, Zhao met Ning Xuan’s eyes.

Ning Xuan shot her a look that said loud and clear: Say one wrong word and you’re dead.

But the little assistant was clever. Seeing the tense silence between her boss and Yu Yazhi, she decided to play hero.

“Xuan-jie said Miss Yu isn’t just beautiful—she’s also incredibly patient with her. She said marrying Miss Yu is the greatest blessing of her life, and that she has to focus on her career so she won’t drag you down. She even said she wants to stand at the same height as you, so no one will ever call her a social climber.”

The stream of words left both Ning Xuan and Yu Yazhi momentarily stunned.

But compared to when she got into the car, Yu Yazhi’s expression was noticeably softer now.

Her gaze drifted toward the window. Her voice was calm, unreadable:

“Hmph. Flattery. She really is good at it.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She was innocent!

This flattery? Not her doing—she wasn’t taking the blame for it!

She shot Zhao Luoluo a covert glare: Stop talking!

But Zhao Luoluo only giggled, meeting Ning Xuan’s eyes with a smug, self-satisfied look, practically asking for praise: See? Didn’t I do a great job?

She had to admit, it was flawless—spot on, not a single misstep.

But come on, even she didn’t believe those words herself. If Yu Yazhi did, then the world had gone mad.

Thank goodness it hadn’t come out of her own mouth.

Suppressing her embarrassment, Ning Xuan quickly grabbed her phone to shift her focus.

The Yu Corporation had already issued an official response regarding the scandal.

She tapped into the statement, but after only a couple of lines, a push notification popped up.

[Ning Xuan and Yu Yazhi Hold Hands in Public—Goddess Couple Crushes Rumors]

So, the media had already posted their photos from outside the Yu Corporation headquarters.

Ning Xuan couldn’t help but marvel: Even building a rocket isn’t this fast, right?

She opened the pictures: hmm, posture—perfect. Oh, this one, nice smile, good eye contact. Wait—at this angle, do I look a little chubby?

Pressing her red lips together, Ning Xuan studied her own beauty with genuine appreciation.

Just then, Yu Yazhi turned her head. From the corner of her eye, she caught Ning Xuan’s slender fingers sliding across the phone screen. On the screen, was a close-up of herself. The very photo where Ning Xuan was ruffling her hair.

Ning Xuan sensed Yu Yazhi’s gaze and panicked: swipe past it quickly? That would look suspicious. Stay on it for a couple more seconds? She might think you’re secretly staring at her. Heaven help her, it was honestly just a coincidence!

Her mood was a tangled mess.

And Yu Yazhi still wouldn’t look away.

Feeling scorched under that intense gaze, Ning Xuan fumbled for a distraction and forced out, “Yazhi, look, isn’t this picture adorable?”

She wasn’t lying—because in the photo, Yu Yazhi no longer looked like her usual aloof, untouchable beauty. Instead, she resembled a sulky little kitten pouting at her owner.

The kind of kitten that made you want to reach out and ruffle its fur.

As she pointed at the photo, Ning Xuan’s lips curved with a soft smile. But the instant she looked up, she locked eyes with the “kitten’s” icy glare.

“Ning Xuan, are you deliberately being sarcastic? Saying I usually look too stern?”

“Uh—no, never! I wouldn’t dare!”

Illusion. Total illusion!

Yu Yazhi was no kitten.

She was a Pallas cat—ferocious, bristling with raw power and dominance.

Ning Xuan hastily tucked her phone away, sat upright, and fixed her eyes on the slightly congested road ahead. “Luoluo, why aren’t we there yet?” she asked, desperately changing the subject.

“Almost there—just some traffic.”

Zhao Luoluo spun the wheel, slipping deftly between two cars. The road cleared, and their speed picked up.

Soon, they arrived at the restaurant.

From the outside, it looked like a vintage courtyard—bamboo groves inside, even the gates decorated with bamboo latticework. Simple yet luxurious, tranquil yet refined.

Ning Xuan was very pleased. Yes, this was fitting for Miss Yu’s status.

After parking, Zhao Luoluo smiled and said, “Actually, this place belongs to one of Sister Yun’s friends. Your table’s already reserved. It’s getting late, you two should go ahead.”

Ning Xuan nodded, opened the door, and stepped out. But when she saw Zhao Luoluo still sitting firmly in the driver’s seat, she asked, “Luoluo, aren’t you eating with us?”

Zhao Luoluo shook her head. Tilting slightly, she used the car door as a shield to block Yu Yazhi’s view—then frantically blinked at Ning Xuan: Me? Go in there? And be the third wheel?

Ning Xuan: “…”

Zhao Luoluo, thinking herself considerate, added a perfect excuse: “Xuan-jie, did you forget I’m on a diet? Standing next to you, looking all plain and frumpy, I’d just drag down your beauty score.

I’ll pass on dinner. I’m going to get a facial nearby. Once you and Miss Yu are finished, I’ll come back to pick you up.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

My dear child, there’s no need for this.

Yes, she did want to treat Yu Yazhi to dinner—but eating alone with her? Why did it suddenly feel like she was being set up?