After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 25.1

“Don’t want to embarrass yourself? Then hurry up and put on a mask.”

Yu Yazhi strode forward and shepherded Ning Xuan into the back seat. She glanced over at Yu Jiayan, who was standing there, and called, “Tell the driver to come!”

She’d been drinking and couldn’t drive; in this state Ning Xuan certainly shouldn’t be driving either.

Yu Jiayan is slightly nearsighted and hadn’t quite seen what the two of them had been doing—he only noticed Ning Xuan suddenly looking unwell. Not exactly incapacitated, just like a tipsy weakling with wobbly legs.

What the hell was going on?

He hadn’t caught the whole show, and now being snapped at by Yu Yazhi—how could he stomach that?

He was about to snap back when a servant who had followed them stepped forward to help. “Miss, should I call the driver?”

Yu Yazhi nodded. “Yes. Call our driver. We’re going home.”

The servant replied and hurried off to fetch someone.

By the time Yu Zhengcheng and Sun Meiqing came downstairs, they saw a line of taillights disappearing into the distance—leaving in a hurry, without even saying goodbye.

Yu Yazhi wouldn’t behave so rudely. If she said Ning Xuan was unwell, then what was wrong with Ning Xuan?

Yu Zhengcheng looked to Yu Jiayan and asked, “What’s happened? What’s going on?”

Yu Jiayan crossed his arms, lounging with the bored expression of someone watching a show. Hearing his father’s question, he gave a lazy shrug, a roguish smile curling his lips. “Nothing much. Maybe Ning Xuan drank too much of that juice and got drunk?”

That remark was clearly asking for trouble.

Sun Meiqing, seeing her husband’s displeasure, lightly nudged her son and chastised him, “I think you’re the drunk one. Answer your father properly.”

Yu Jiayan looked even more baffled. “Ugh, give me a break. Can’t Ning Xuan be a little unwell? If she was perfectly healthy, why hasn’t Yazhi’s stomach shown any reaction yet?”

Yes—right now he was hoping Yu Yazhi would suddenly be pregnant so he could swoop in and take over the SY International Hotel, why bother with anything else!

But Ning Xuan wouldn’t cooperate!

If he’d known earlier he’d support her for nothing—humph, how dare she ignore him! He’d show her what for sooner or later.

“Dad, I’m going back—so many mosquitoes here.” Yu Jiayan called a quick greeting and headed inside.

Sun Meiqing hurried after him, swaying her lithe waist and cooing in a gentle voice, “Yanyan, did you drink too much? Uncle Dong, go make some hair-of-the-dog soup for Young Master.”

Yu Zhengcheng followed and instructed, “Meiqing, call Yazhi and ask what’s happened to Ning Xuan.”

He’s a man; he didn’t want to ask about women’s matters himself.

Sun Meiqing smiled sweetly and answered, “Alright, Cheng-ge,” then immediately phoned Yu Yazhi. She quickly got a reply—Ning Xuan had been out in the wind and had a headache.

Once he was told that, Yu Zhengcheng relaxed and murmured, “So young and a little wind gives her a headache—her health is really weak.”

“I told you—Ning Xuan’s delicate!” Yu Jiayan was lounging on the sofa, fiddling with his phone. Overhearing their exchange and feeling irritated that his father cared so much about Yu Yazhi and her circle, he snapped, “Dad, when are you going to give me the SY International Hotel? Didn’t we agree it would be temporarily managed by my sister?”

Yu Zhengcheng, weary of the repeated complaints, replied impatiently, “When you can grow the hotel’s performance threefold like your sister.”

Yu Jiayan: “……”

He felt that line was deeply insulting.

“Then give me a chance to prove myself. My vice president seat is just a title with nothing to do!” he complained.

“Who says it’s just a title? If you put your mind to it, this position could do as much as your sister’s!” his father shot back.

“Liar. I shouldn’t have taken it—waking up early every day for work is killing me.” Yu Jiayan muttered and kept grumbling.

Yu Zhengcheng’s face hardened. He scolded, “If you think that’s tiring, I’ll have you go move bricks on a construction site tomorrow—then you’ll know what tired really means!”

“I’m tired already. The internet calls it ‘salaryman’—it’s so accurate,” Yu Jiayan sulked.

“You a salaryman? You don’t even know what that is.” Yu Zhengcheng said, exasperated, feeling like his unfilial son was driving him mad. “Enough. Instead of wasting your time with talk, go upstairs and read more—stop being good-for-nothing!”

Hearing the same lecture again, Yu Jiayan half-collapsed onto the sofa and flailed his long legs in the air a few times. “So annoying. Fine, I’ll go read.” Grumbling, he went upstairs begrudgingly.

Sun Meiqing hadn’t intervened once during the exchange. It was her husband’s place to reprimand their son—she could always play the loving one later.

She moved to soothe Yu Zhengcheng. “Don’t be angry, Cheng-ge. The boy will learn. If you don’t want to be harsh, I can be—ruler, whip, washboard—your choice. Just don’t let him ruin his health; I’d worry myself to death.”

She helped Yu Zhengcheng onto the sofa and massaged his shoulders and calves with exaggerated tenderness. He was stern in nature, but utterly soft with his delicate wife. Whenever she spoke like that he couldn’t stay angry. “Sigh, that child.”

“He’s young. He’ll understand your intentions one day,” she cooed.

“Let’s hope so.” Yu Zhengcheng took his wife’s soft hand and bent to kiss it.

Sun Meiqing blushed and hid in his arms. “Cheng-ge, there are people around.”

At that moment a servant brought up the hair-of-the-dog soup.

Sun Meiqing stood and waved. “Give it here. I’ll take it up.”

Second floor, guest bedroom.

Yu Jiayan had just opened his game and the team hadn’t even formed when there was a knock at the door.

“Knock, knock.”

“Who is it?”

“It’s me. Mommy.”

The voice was gentle and indulgent.

Although Sun Meiqing had spoken sternly earlier in front of Yu Zhengcheng, she’d never actually hit her son—how could she? He was her precious little lucky star. If not for him, how could she have married into the Yu family?

Yu Jiayan scowled and opened the door. “Mom, what is it?”

Sun Meiqing smiled and handed him the hair-of-the-dog soup. “Drink this. You’ll sleep better tonight.”

Yu Jiayan pouted, “I didn’t drink that much.”

“You still need to drink it. Be good—listen to your mother.”

“Got it.”

Yu Jiayan finished his hair-of-the-dog soup and was about to drink when Sun Meiqing came into the room, wiping his shoulder.

Of course she did!

He frowned and cut her off before she could scold him. “Mom, you’re not allowed to lecture me.”

Sun Meiqing smiled gently. “Why would I scold you? Since when have I ever scolded you?”

She glanced at the game on his computer as if she hadn’t seen it, then turned her head to look up at her son, who was a head taller, and encouraged him: “But, Yanyan, you still have to put on a show. Your father dotes on you — if you try just a little harder, the Yu Corporation will be yours.”

“I think I already try pretty hard.”

“Then try just a little harder.”

Sun Meiqing smiled and piled on the pressure. “You saw it at dinner — Yu Yazhi and Ning Xuan are starting to team up. Your father used to dislike Ning Xuan, but now when he sees her he smiles. If she wins him over, everything will come together. Yanyan, if they join forces, your father”

“They team up? Mom, don’t be ridiculous!”

Jiayan, impatient with his game, snapped. “Ning Xuan is trash. If I‘m teaming up with anyone, it’s because I’m doing her a favor.”

Sun Meiqing: “……”

She hadn’t expected him to put it like that and didn’t have the heart to dent his confidence.

“Of course, my Yanyan is the best.”

She exaggerated a compliment, then continued, “But you have to do something. You heard at the meal — Yu Yazhi is already connecting with Cheng Tang. Think of a way to poach them before Yazhi does. Bring them into Yu Corporation — that’ll be a win. Your father will notice and approve.”

Hearing that, Jiayan slapped his hands together — how could he have forgotten? Right, tomorrow I’ll send someone to find out. This time I’ll make sure Yazhi cries and can’t even shed a tear.

He glanced back at his computer: the game team was ready. Itched to act, he gulped down the rest of the soup, handed out the empty bowl and said, “Thanks, Mom. You really are the most beautiful, the best, the most doting mother in the world.”

Then he picked up a book from the shelf — The Battle for Capital — sat on the bed and, deadpan, said, “Okay, Mom, I’m going to study now!”

Sun Meiqing: “……”

She couldn’t stand in the way of her precious son’s studying. She affectionately ruffled his hair and left the room with a smile.

Night spread like silk.

Neon light slipped into the car and spilled across Ning Xuan, making her cheeks burn an even deeper red — rose-bright, as if she might bleed.

Yu Yazhi ended Sun Meiqing’s call and lowered the sunshade inside the car.

In the cramped space, with only the two of them and the scent of her pheromones in the air, Ning Xuan felt as if she was being roasted alive; her body was burning with an urge to lash out.

“Ugh”

She shrank back, keeping as much distance from Yu Yazhi as she could, murmuring and clenching her fists so hard the glossy tips of her nails almost cut into her skin.

The pain was just enough to keep her rational — just enough to stop her from lunging forward and throwing herself at Yu Yazhi.

“Drive faster.”

Yazhi told the driver.

The driver answered “Okay,” and pressed the accelerator.

The car sped along.

Yu estate.

Aunt Wu and the others had been told Ning Xuan was unwell and were waiting at the gate.

Before she left, Aunt Wu had noticed Ning Xuan didn’t look well and urged her not to push it. And now — here was the outcome.

A black luxury car slowly pulled up. Before the driver got out, Yu Yazhi had already opened the door herself. “Aunt Wu, help Ning Xuan up.”

Aunt Wu nodded without asking questions and helped, one on each side, to get Ning Xuan out of the car.

Ning Xuan’s face was flushed, sweat damp at her hairline; she was breathing in a way that made one fantasize.

Yu Yazhi glanced at her and frowned. She’d given Ning Xuan a suppressant on the way, but being near her, Ning Xuan was still showing strong reactions. She hoped the driver hadn’t noticed anything. Having to medicate for heat would imply trouble in their marriage — something she didn’t want reaching her father’s ears.

“Thanks for your trouble.”

She dismissed the driver and followed them into the sitting room.

Ning Xuan leaned on Aunt Wu; her temperature was burning.

Aunt Wu, experienced, immediately suspected what was wrong: Miss Ning must be in heat!

She was considering what to do when footsteps sounded behind them. Seeing Yu Yazhi, she hurried over and asked, “Miss, should I call a doctor?”

This house was full of people they trusted, so Yu Yazhi had no reason to hide anything. She was thinking

Ning Xuan’s voice came out husky and low: “Yazhi, don’t call a doctor. I already saw one today — she said this is a normal reaction. Do me a favor and call Yun-jie or Luoluo to come pick me up. I’ll stay elsewhere tonight.”

Stay elsewhere?

Aunt Wu and the servants exchanged baffled looks. Going out at a time like this — what does she plan to do?

“Miss Ning, it’s so late.”

Aunt Wu, worried, tried to dissuade her. “You can’t go out like this. You might”

Yu Yazhi cut her off coldly. “Call them and have someone fetch her.”

Aunt Wu: “……”

Is this another scene?

She quickly tried to smooth things over. “Miss, think it over.”

But Yu Yazhi remained silent, her face stony, her gaze fierce as if she could see through Ning Xuan: Hmph, going to stay elsewhere? Looking for someone else? If that’s what you want, then disappear from in front of me — out of sight, out of mind.

Ning Xuan met Yu Yazhi’s stare and suddenly realized the young lady probably misunderstood her. She wasn’t trying to run off for anything like that — she wanted to leave because of the sweet scent coming off herself.

That smell was a hook that lured at her reason bit by bit, making her want to lose control.

She didn’t know how bad it would get tonight. She was still in recovery from her heat; the two of them under the same roof .

Oh God, she couldn’t even imagine.

If the tiniest spark set off a conflagration and she lost control and did something irreversible to Yu Yazhi, whose fault would it be?

There would be no way to judge!

To avoid becoming a useless Alpha who’d lost her glands, after weighing everything, she’d said she’d stay elsewhere.