After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 20

When Yu Yazhi heard that familiar name, her hand froze around the wine glass, but her expression remained calm, as if untouched by it.

Meng Xi naturally caught it too, but her face darkened at once: Ning Xuan! Again! This woman was like a ghost that refused to leave.

She walked out, found a waiter, and asked him to check on the commotion, hoping it would quiet down the neighboring private room.

If Yu Yazhi’s side was a cold and distant business banquet, then Ning Xuan’s side was the exact opposite—a lively, noisy house party.

At first, Ning Xuan had been worried about outshining the birthday girl, Mo Xueli, and sat there gracefully, posing for photos with them.

But Mo Xueli didn’t mind at all. The moment she saw Ning Xuan in the flesh, she immediately started gushing about her year-long fangirl journey.

In fact, it was this shared fangirling that had brought the four of them so close.

When she found out that Zhao Luoluo had become Ning Xuan’s assistant, Mo Xueli thought her friend must’ve been duped.

She hadn’t expected it to be true.

Naturally, being “close to the water and the moon,” they had begged Zhao Luoluo again and again to bring Ning Xuan out so they could meet her in person. But she never succeeded.

As for why, Ning Xuan didn’t need to guess. With the original host’s temperament, there was no way she would’ve agreed.

So tonight, when Ning Xuan showed up at Zhao Luoluo’s invitation, the girls felt like they were dreaming.

Not only was she a hundred times prettier in person than on screen, she was gentle, unpretentious, even raising her glass to toast each of them one by one.

They had truly chosen the right idol to follow!

Soon, with the music blaring, the atmosphere in the room turned electric.

Ning Xuan, swept up by it all, let her mood carry her away—and couldn’t resist drinking a few more glasses.

Alcohol stoked the fun. The more she drank, the more high-spirited she became.

Watching her down glass after glass, Zhao Luoluo quickly reminded, “Xuan-jie, you should slow down. This wine has a strong kick. Better yet, stop now. If you go home drunk, Miss Yu won’t be happy again.”

She meant well, but the moment Ning Xuan heard Yu Yazhi’s name, her chest boiled like scalding water.

“If she’s unhappy, then what about me? I’M the one unhappy.”

Once she started venting, it was hard to stop. “Speaking of that, I haven’t settled accounts with you yet. You ran off so fast today, leaving me alone with Yu Yazhi. Do you know how terrified I was? I nearly died of fright!”

Zhao Luoluo: “…”

So she does know fear?

Who told her to dig her own grave in the first place?

She thought it but couldn’t say it aloud. Seeing Ning Xuan clearly drunk, she stood up and asked a waiter to bring over a cup of hot milk.

When she returned, she found Ning Xuan animatedly gesturing and talking to the empty seat beside her.

Her eyes sparkled under the lights, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow that made her look even more dazzling.

Yep. Truly drunk.

The waiter soon returned with the milk.

Zhao Luoluo thanked him, took it, and offered it to Ning Xuan. “Here, Xuan-jie. Drink some milk, it’ll settle your stomach.”

Ning Xuan refused, pushing it away, still accusing her: “You’re heartless.”

Zhao Luoluo could only laugh bitterly. Heaven knows she had simply wanted to give these two a chance to bond. How was she supposed to predict that Ning Xuan’s rotten luck would land her face-to-face with Bai Meng instead?

“You have no idea how much pressure I’m under being around Yu Yazhi every day,” Ning Xuan complained, pointing to the top of her head. “See this? Pretty soon it’ll all be gone.”

Her slender pale finger wobbled unsteadily above her hairline.

Zhao Luoluo pulled her hand down and pressed the milk into it. “Don’t worry, Xuan-jie. Your hairline is thriving—plenty strong enough to withstand the test of time.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She took a sip of milk, then spoke gravely, “Luoluo, you need to look at problems with a developmental perspective. I’m serious. At this rate, I’m going to go bald. And when that happens, you’ll finally understand the true meaning of sudden baldness.”

Zhao Luoluo: “…”

Ninety percent chance this was just drunken nonsense.

Could her tolerance really be this bad?

Forget it. No use arguing with a drunk.

She glanced at the sofa, where Zhao Luoluo’s friends were jumping around, fighting over the mic, and having the time of their lives, beckoning them over.

Ning Xuan followed her gaze, then waved them off. “No, no, you girls play.”

Instead, she clutched Zhao Luoluo’s hand, her voice soft and aggrieved. “You don’t know, you don’t know anything. Miss Yu is like a grim-faced judge from hell, always with that cold expression. My poor little heart can’t take it. I’m scared.”

Zhao Luoluo shoved a cushion into her arms and patted her shoulder. “Be strong, Xuan-jie. You’ll be fine.”

As her assistant, it was the first time Zhao Luoluo had seen her drunk, and the first time she’d heard her complain about Miss Yu. Professional instinct told her to keep her mouth shut and just listen.

But with the friends still in the room, she worried word might get out. Best to get Ning Xuan out of here.

Checking her phone, she saw it was already 9:30 p.m.—prime nightlife hours.

She quickly helped Ning Xuan up and told the others, “Girls, I’ll head out first. Once I send the superstar home, I’ll come back to join you.”

Her friends were reluctant but comforted themselves: since this was the first time, it wouldn’t be too hard to see Ning Xuan again. They all reminded Zhao Luoluo to be careful and waved goodbye.

Supporting Ning Xuan, Zhao Luoluo led her out of the room.

The waiter waiting outside hurried over to help.

But Ning Xuan, swaying in their arms, felt her stomach heaving like waves, dizziness crashing over her. “Luoluo, I’m not going back. If I go back, that Miss Yu will kill me.”

Zhao Luoluo didn’t answer, busy on her phone booking a designated driver.

Each step Ning Xuan took felt like stepping on clouds—light, floaty, unreal.

Until they made it out to the lobby.

At some point, it had rained.

The downpour had stopped now, leaving the air damp and cool.

A night breeze brushed her burning cheeks, finally bringing a hint of relief.

The driver accepted the order, but it would take a few minutes to arrive.

Thanking the waiter, Zhao Luoluo took full charge of Ning Xuan and asked softly, “Xuan-jie, feeling any better? Should I stop by a pharmacy for some medicine?”

The moment Ning Xuan heard that, she waved her little hand indignantly. “Medicine? What medicine? I’m not Da Lang! I’m not drinking medicine.”

Zhao Luoluo: “…”

Yep. Definitely drunk.

Regretting everything, she sighed.

Soon, the designated driver arrived.

But Zhao Luoluo frowned—she had only called for one, so why had two people shown up?

Puzzled, she was about to ask when one of them brushed past her, calling out, “Miss Meng, right?”

She turned around—and there stood Yu Yazhi.

Yu Yazhi was just then saying a smiling goodbye to Cheng Tang.

Though Cheng Tang had declined her invitation at dinner, Yu Yazhi admired her deeply.

Just as Duke Huan of Qi and Liu Bei had humbled themselves to recruit talent, Yu Yazhi believed sincerity and patience were essential in winning people over.

In fact, Cheng Tang’s first refusal was a good sign—it showed her loyalty to Jinrong Hotel and her strong character, making her all the more valuable.

“Miss Cheng, I heard you enjoy horseback riding. If you’re free this weekend, shall we go riding together?”

“I’ll have to check my schedule. If I’m free, I’ll invite Miss Yu.”

Her refusal was tactful, flawless.

Yu Yazhi only smiled and saw her to her car.

The designated driver had been booked for her.

Watching this, Zhao Luoluo suddenly felt nervous. Ning Xuan was still muttering beside her, so she quickly whispered, “Xuan-jie, don’t make a sound. Miss Yu is right behind us—she’s coming over.”

The words jolted Ning Xuan like a spring. She shot upright at once. “Yu Yazhi? Where? I’ve had enough of her! Let her come! I’ll fight her to the end! Think her heroine halo makes her invincible? Fine! Then it’s fish die, net breaks! Who’s afraid of who? Let her come!”

Her voice was fiery, her tone impassioned, like a warrior ready for martyrdom.

Zhao Luoluo’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She clapped a hand over Ning Xuan’s mouth.

But Ning Xuan, oblivious to the situation, still mumbled against her palm.

A sudden chill crawled up Zhao Luoluo’s spine. A cold draft seemed to sweep from behind, making her shiver. We’re doomed. We’re so doomed.

“Tap, tap, tap”

The sound of heels drew closer and closer.

Crisp on the floor, yet chilling to the ear.

At this point, Zhao Luoluo decided she couldn’t afford loyalty anymore—survival came first!

She straightened, drew a deep breath, and turned around with a stiff smile. “M-Miss Yu, what a coincidence! Xuan-jie had a bit too much to drink, I was just about to send her home. Since you’re here, I’ll leave her to you.”

Without waiting for a response, she shoved Ning Xuan straight into Yu Yazhi’s arms.