After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 22

Ning Xuan lay sprawled on the sofa, still pretending to be drunk. Pretending and pretending, she really ended up falling asleep.

The housekeeper had just finished preparing sobering soup.

Aunt Wu carried two bowls over—one she handed to Yu Yazhi, the other she set on the coffee table. Then she gently nudged Ning Xuan.
“Miss Ning, wake up. Drink this sobering soup before you sleep.”

Ning Xuan stirred groggily. The moment she opened her eyes and saw Yu Yazhi sitting across from her on the sofa, she gave a little start and immediately squeezed her eyes shut again.

Yu Yazhi had already showered and changed into a pure white silk nightdress. She sat with her back straight, elegant and poised, like a lotus blooming fresh after rain.

Watching Ning Xuan squeeze her eyes closed and feign sleep, Yu Yazhi’s brows drew together.
“Ning Xuan, get up and drink the soup.”

Ning Xuan let out a muffled hum.
“Hot. I’ll drink later.”

In truth, she simply didn’t want to face Yu Yazhi awake.

Yu Yazhi lowered her head, sipped the soup, and found it wasn’t hot at all—perfectly drinkable.

So she said flatly,
“Force it into her.”

Aunt Wu blinked in surprise.
“Miss, you mean, feed Miss Ning?”

Yu Yazhi nodded lightly.
“Mm. Force it.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Force it?
What am I, a goose being fattened for foie gras?

Her eyes shot open. She rubbed them and sat up, feigning dazed confusion like a newborn discovering the world. Her voice was hoarse as she croaked,
“Why am I here?”

Still pretending, even now.

Ever since Zhao Luoluo shoved her straight into Yu Yazhi’s arms and ran off, she’d fallen squarely into the “enemy’s” grasp. After all the bold words she’d flung before, could she really expect a good outcome?

So—witty as always—she had chosen to play the drunkard, ranting and rambling to diffuse the tension.

Childish? Perhaps.

But effective.

See? She’d gotten home safely, hadn’t she?

Pleased with her own cleverness, her limp body shifted smugly against the sofa. She had completely forgotten how little she was wearing. The movement exposed long legs and a slender waist without restraint.

Yu Yazhi’s eyes landed on the pale curves of her chest peeking out. Her brows knit even tighter.
“Aunt Wu, bring a blanket and cover her.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

That sobered her right up.

What kind of scheme is Yu Yazhi playing now? Doesn’t she know drunk people are already overheated and sweaty? In this summer heat, putting a blanket over her is just a recipe for heat rash!

“No need”

She cracked her eyes open and muttered,
“I’m awake, I’m awake.”

Seeing her sit up, Aunt Wu quickly offered the soup.
“Miss Ning, drink this, then go upstairs and rest.”

Ning Xuan nodded, taking the bowl. She drank while whispering,
“Thank you, Aunt Wu.”

By then, Yu Yazhi had already finished her own bowl. Handing it back to Aunt Wu, she rose to her feet.

Seeing her about to leave, Ning Xuan hurriedly called out.
“Yazhi, thank you for bringing me back.”

Yu Yazhi’s expression was cold. She hadn’t intended to say anything, but the memory of Ning Xuan clinging to her earlier flashed across her mind, and her mood soured. Her voice dropped into ice.
“It’s nothing. Even if I saw a stray dog abandoned on the roadside, I wouldn’t leave it there. Let alone you—you’re still a person.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Oh, come on!
You—who’s allergic to animal fur—wouldn’t even dare touch a dog!

Wait, did she just call me a dog?

A jolt of electricity shot through Ning Xuan. Her blood pressure spiked, and she shot to her feet.
“What do you mean by”

Before she could finish, her vision went dark, and she nearly collapsed.

Thankfully, Aunt Wu caught her just in time.
“Miss Ning! What’s wrong?”

Ning Xuan frowned, waved her hand weakly.
“Nothing. I just stood up too fast.”

“You’re still drunk. Don’t be reckless. You need to take care of yourself.”

Aunt Wu had already sensed their strained relationship. Especially with Yu Yazhi’s face so frosty, she guessed the two must have quarreled again. Trying to mediate, she said,
“Miss, whatever you need to say, leave it for tomorrow. Let Miss Ning rest early tonight.”

Yu Yazhi didn’t want to continue the conversation anyway. Without another glance, she turned and went upstairs.

Ning Xuan downed the rest of the soup in one gulp and followed upstairs soon after.

Back in her bedroom, she sat on the bed, replaying everything from the past few days.

Too humiliating. Too low. Absolutely unnecessary!

Her phone suddenly rang.

【Spellbound by you, completely spellbound.】

She fumbled for it and saw the screen flashing “Sister Yun.”

Straightening her posture, she hit accept.

Su Manyun’s voice came through the receiver.
“Tomorrow, I’ve arranged to have coffee with Director He’s favorite screenwriter. You should take the opportunity to chat with him—see what you can learn about the film script. That way, we can prepare ourselves.”

Ning Xuan froze for two seconds before realizing she was referring to that male Omega who’d given up his seat at dinner last time.

If memory served, he seemed to have a bit of a crush on her.

Sigh. Beauty really does bring trouble.

She didn’t want further involvement with him.

“Ning Xuan, did you hear me?” Su Manyun said.

“I heard.”

For work’s sake, Ning Xuan reluctantly agreed.
“Okay, Sister Yun. I’ll be there on time tomorrow.”

Pleased with her promise, Su Manyun chuckled.
“Good. I’ll ask Luoluo to pick you up.”

“No need!”

Ning Xuan huffed. Still stewing, she had every intention of giving Zhao Luoluo the cold shoulder for a few days.
“Don’t bother asking her. I’ll go on my own.”

Su Manyun was puzzled.
“Why? Did she upset you?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Ugh. That intuition was annoyingly spot-on.

But she couldn’t have Sister Yun scolding Zhao Luoluo over something so trivial. So she quickly covered.
“No, she’s been working hard. Let her rest a couple of days.”

Su Manyun accepted that explanation easily, even praising her.
“You’re becoming so considerate. Marriage really does change a woman.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Great. Dug my own grave with that excuse.

After hanging up, she sighed heavily and flopped onto the bed.

In the end, it all came down to Yu Yazhi.

Thumping the blanket in frustration, she muttered,
“Yu Yazhi, today’s humiliation—I swear. Forget it. What’s a cannon-fodder like me gonna do, conquer the heavens?”

Still, though she admitted defeat in front of Yu Yazhi, when it came to her career, she absolutely had to rise.

If she was going to be an Alpha, she had to act like one.

That little pep talk lit a fire in her again.

After a quick shower, she slipped into bed, and within minutes, she was fast asleep.

But in her dreams, Yu Yazhi’s face appeared.

Not the usual icy mask, but soft and glowing like peach blossoms, her eyes brimming with spring warmth, her smile tender.

She sat gracefully on the bed in that same white silk nightdress. The deep V neckline and thin fabric traced every exquisite curve of her body.

Just one glance, and Ning Xuan’s blood surged.

What was worse, Yu Yazhi’s body in this dream seemed to exude a sweet, velvety fragrance—like melted chocolate, warm and intoxicating. It seeped into Ning Xuan’s veins, stirring her restlessness beyond reason.

She burned. She writhed. Sweat drenched the sheets.

She didn’t know how long it lasted before she finally forced her eyes open, panting in the dark.

Wiping her damp forehead, she stared at the white ceiling and cursed aloud.
“Damn it—I just had an erotic dream!”

And the target was Yu Yazhi of all people!

Too terrifying!

How was she supposed to live like this?