After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 19

Yu Yazhi spent the entire afternoon at Yu Group, handling the remaining matters.

By the time she stepped out, dusk was settling in.

Meng Xi slid into the driver’s seat, glanced at Yu Yazhi in the rearview mirror, and asked softly,

“President Yu, should I take you home?”

Yu Yazhi had originally intended to say yes. But the moment Ning Xuan’s face flashed through her mind, her brows knitted. Her voice, when it came out, was cold:

“Let’s stop by the hotel first.”

Meng Xi didn’t need to see her face—just from her tone, she could tell Yu Yazhi was in a foul mood.

In fact, she had been simmering all afternoon. With her icy expression, no one but her assistant dared to approach her, as though her very presence carried blades of frost that would cut down anyone who came too close.

Clearly, Ning Xuan had really gone too far this time.

Meng Xi felt a surge of satisfaction but kept her face neutral.

She only replied gently, “Alright,” and tapped the accelerator, steering toward the SY International Hotel.

At a red light, her phone suddenly rang.

With slender fingers, she tapped her headset and responded with a set of polite, professional phrases.

When she hung up, she looked again into the rearview mirror. “President Yu, I just received word—Manager Cheng of Jinrong Hotel really is considering resigning. Should we invite her to dinner?”

Manager Cheng’s full name was Cheng Tang, the general manager of Jinrong Hotel. Yu Yazhi had met her before: a striking, charismatic female Alpha. Since taking up the position, she had elevated Jinrong Hotel into a top-tier brand in just a few short years.

Unfortunately, Jinrong was a family-run enterprise. Its chairman, Jin Rong, had poor health and announced his retirement a month ago. His successor, Jin Se—the spoiled little princess—had never shown Cheng Tang any respect.

Many of Cheng Tang’s decisions had been overturned; worse, she had been deliberately edged out of the power circle.

Someone as proud as Cheng Tang clearly wouldn’t stay there long.

Yu Yazhi considered Jinrong Hotel a direct competitor. If Jin Se insisted on undermining her own walls, then Yu Yazhi was determined to lure Cheng Tang away.

“Mm. Invite her. Tonight.”

“Yes, President Yu.”

Meng Xi swiftly dialed and, within two minutes, had everything arranged. “All set. Seven-thirty, at Nanshan Clubhouse.”

Night began to fall.

Rush hour traffic clogged the streets.

Yu Yazhi checked her watch—it was already past six. Glancing at the gridlocked cars crawling like turtles, she changed her mind. “Let’s head straight there. Tell the hotel staff to keep a close eye on things these days.”

After what Yu Jiayan had pulled earlier, she needed to stay vigilant—she couldn’t give him the slightest excuse to magnify an issue.

Meng Xi understood immediately and nodded. “Yes, I’ll see to it.”

The night deepened, city lights shimmering.

At 7:10, Meng Xi steered the car into Nanshan Clubhouse.

Nestled at the base of a mountain in the southern district, the clubhouse had been built by a wine enthusiast. Originally, it was nothing more than a private cellar for his collection. But with such an expansive network of connections, friends eventually discovered his hidden gem. Reluctantly, he expanded it into a private venue for entertaining only the most distinguished guests.

It never operated publicly. The only way to book a room was through recognition—face to face.

Meng Xi had deliberately chosen this location, knowing Manager Cheng was a passionate wine lover.

Yu Yazhi stepped out of the car, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings. The architecture was classically styled, framed by mountains and water. A soft breeze carried with it a subtle fruit-sweetness in the air.

No doubt, it was an excellent place.

Before she could take a step, a server appeared to greet them.

“President Yu, Assistant Meng—this way, please.”

Yu Yazhi and Meng Xi walked in, one after the other.

What they didn’t notice was the sleek black luxury car that pulled in quietly behind them.

When it stopped, the rear door opened, and a pair of long black boots touched the ground.

“It’s Ning Xuan!” someone exclaimed.

She had arrived.

Dressed in a cropped white T-shirt and a black mini skirt, with those tall black boots elongating her already slender legs, Ning Xuan’s exposed waist and thighs gleamed porcelain-pale under the lights. Far from looking immodest, the glimpse of skin only added to her allure.

Every head turned.

No matter where she went, her beauty commanded attention.

If good looks were a crime, Ning Xuan would be serving life without parole.

Still, this was an exclusive venue. Both the staff and the patrons here were worldly enough to recover quickly from their moment of awe.

The server stepped forward with a professional smile to welcome her.

Zhao Luoluo tossed her keys to the valet and strode over, giving the name of their reserved private room.

“Ladies, please follow me.”

The server led the way.

As they walked, Ning Xuan took in the surroundings, privately noting that the place was every bit as impressive as Bùyuè Villa.

If Zhao Luoluo’s friend could book a dinner here, she clearly had powerful connections.

Birds of a feather flock together—perhaps she had underestimated Zhao Luoluo.

Meanwhile, Zhao Luoluo herself had no idea her “cover” was hanging by a thread.

Focused on replying to her group chat, she typed:

【Hey, sisters, we’ve arrived. Come out and welcome us.】

Upstairs, second floor.

The door at the end of the corridor opened, and a pretty young girl poked her head out.

Her long black hair fell loose, her pink Lolita dress was embroidered by hand, and a rare pink diamond necklace sparkled at her throat.

One glance was enough to know she was someone’s pampered little princess.

Mo Xueli’s eyes widened when she saw Ning Xuan coming up the stairs. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she shouted back into the room:
“It’s true! Girls, it’s Ning Xuan! She’s real!”

Ning Xuan: “…”

What did she mean by “real”? If she wasn’t, would she be a zombie?

Kids these days really had a way with words.

Even Zhao Luoluo thought Mo Xueli was being too much and quickly explained, “Ah, Xuan-jie, don’t take it the wrong way. She’s just excited! You know how fans are when they meet their idol.”

Ning Xuan gave a small smile. “It’s fine. I understand.”

Still, when she reached the private room door, she quickly switched on her professional smile.

“Hello”

“Bang!”

Mo Xueli, without a word, slammed the door shut.

Ning Xuan: “…”

Well, that was awkward. A black fan, perhaps?

Zhao Luoluo was just as baffled. “?”

What was going on? Had their die-hard fans turned into haters overnight?

But before either could process, a wave of shrieks burst from behind the door:
“It really is Ning Xuan!”

“Ahhh—I’m so nervous, what do I do?”

“Check my makeup! Is it smudged?”

“Smell me—do I still reek of the two bags of spicy strips I just ate?”

A whole group of clowns.

Zhao Luoluo slapped her forehead and gave Ning Xuan a sheepish grin.

“See? They’re just overexcited. Fans meeting their idol, you know how it is.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Alright. She could feel the “enthusiasm” loud and clear.

Soon enough, the door flung open again.

Inside were three young women, still university students from well-off families. Their eyes shone with innocence and excitement, though none dared take the initiative to approach.

Zhao Luoluo, watching them shrink back timidly, almost burst out laughing. These girls usually acted so tough, yet one glimpse of Ning Xuan had turned them into cowards. At least now she’d have material to tease them with later.

“Xuan-jie, don’t mind their shyness. Give them a minute and they’ll show their true colors. Don’t worry, I’ll keep order—they won’t get out of hand.”

“It’s alright. We’re all friends here.”

Ning Xuan’s smile was warm and approachable. She even raised a hand in greeting.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Ning Xuan. Which of you is the birthday girl? I brought a little gift—happy birthday, and may everything go your way.”

The birthday girl was Mo Xueli.

The moment she saw the small pink-wrapped box, she nearly screamed herself hoarse before she even opened it.

“Ah! Thank you! I’m so happy!”

Inside was a pair of pink diamond cat-shaped earrings—adorable, unique, and full of charm.

And most importantly, they came from her goddess.

“They’re so pretty! I love them!”

“Wow—Mo Xueli, you lucky thing!” shrieked the others, their envy clear.

Zhao Luoluo grimaced, plugging her ears.

Ning Xuan only smiled calmly. As a celebrity, she was used to fans’ high-pitched squeals by now.

In the private room next door, Yu Yazhi sat waiting for Cheng Tang.

Twice already, the shrieks from next door had drawn a frown from her.

Meng Xi noticed and stood, intending to step out and handle the disturbance.

In a quiet place like this, such noise was undeniably disruptive.

But before she could take a step, Cheng Tang entered.

At thirty, and standing a statuesque 1.8 meters, she cut an imposing figure. Whether from her Alpha nature or her commanding presence, her tailored black suit, loose black hair, foxlike eyes, and scarlet lips gave her the aura of a queen.

Few would guess she’d once come from the slums, only able to attend university thanks to the Jin family’s sponsorship.

“Manager Cheng.”

Meng Xi greeted her politely before stepping aside.

Yu Yazhi rose with poise, extending her hand.

“Miss Cheng, it’s been a long time. Please, have a seat.”

Cheng Tang sat.

Just as Yu Yazhi was about to begin speaking, a voice pierced through from next door.

“Ning Xuan, I love you!”