After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 26.1

Yu Yazhi dropped the showerhead and turned to leave.

Bang!

The door slammed so loudly it practically rattled the walls, echoing her fury.

Ning Xuan sighed. She picked up the fallen showerhead, raised it over her head, and tilted her face up, drenching herself completely.

The bathtub slowly filled with water.

She stretched out her limbs, closed her eyes, and sank her entire body into the icy water.

Under the sharp sting of cold, the burning fever inside her gradually cooled.

Exhaling a long breath, Ning Xuan finally felt some relief.

Don’t think about anything. Not now.

No desires, no attachments, no demands—emptiness, peace.

She soaked for half an hour.

Afraid of catching a chill that might affect her work later, she finally shut off the faucet and unsteadily climbed out of the tub.

Drip, drip.

Her dress clung heavily to her body, dripping wet.

The soaked fabric outlined her delicate curves, and in the reflection of the bathroom glass, she looked like a rose covered in dew—seductive, lush, and dangerous.

Too wet.

She stripped off the drenched clothes, turned the shower back on, and rinsed herself clean.

Ten minutes later.

Wrapped in a bath towel, she sat on the bed like a lotus emerging from the water.

The medicine was taken.

The suppressant patch replaced.

Goddamn it, this susceptibility period is killing me.

Ning Xuan lay down, feeling like the entire day had been one long heart-pounding, nerve-wracking ordeal.

And she didn’t even sleep well that night.

All the things she’d tried to resist doing to Yu Yazhi during the day—she dreamed them through in every vivid detail.

She’s ruined. Not clean anymore.

Sob, sob.

Tossing all night, she could barely drag herself out of bed the next morning.

She only crept downstairs after hearing Yu Yazhi leave, panda eyes and all.

Aunt Wu saw her and hurried over. “Miss Ning, you look so worn out. Should I call a doctor to take a look?”

Too tired to care, Ning Xuan shook her head. “No need. I’ll just rest at home today. I’ll be fine.”

At the dining table, she had no appetite and only asked for a glass of milk.

But Aunt Wu carried out a steaming pot from the kitchen. “Miss Ning, I specially stewed this soup for you both. Miss just now wouldn’t drink it—she said you should have more instead.”

She placed the pot before Ning Xuan, lifted the lid, and immediately, a strange scent—part soup, part medicine—wafted out.

Ning Xuan quickly pinched her nose. “Aunt Wu, really, I don’t need it.”

Aunt Wu chuckled. “You do, you do. It was a hard night, wasn’t it?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Wait.

Was she implying what Ning Xuan thought she was implying?

But she hadn’t slept with the young miss last night!

Not that she could explain that.

In the end, under Aunt Wu’s earnest and expectant gaze, Ning Xuan lifted the dark, inky soup and drank it in one go.

The bitterness spread across her tongue, filling her nose, rushing straight to her head.

Ning Xuan screwed up her face, set down the bowl, and asked, “Aunt Wu, are you sure this is soup and not medicine?”

Aunt Wu widened her eyes and nodded firmly. “All precious herbs. Only good for your body, Miss Ning.”

Ning Xuan was speechless. She grabbed the teacup, rinsing her mouth over and over until the bitterness faded. Only then did she murmur, “Thank you, Aunt Wu. You really are good to me.”

This time, she meant it from the heart.

Since arriving in this world, there had only been a handful of people who treated her well. And when one’s body is weak, it’s easy to be moved—easy to grow soft inside.

“Miss Ning, what are you saying? When you first came back here, Miss specifically told us to take good care of you.”

Yu Yazhi?

Oh, sure. Thanks so much for her “care.”

Ning Xuan suspected those words were just Aunt Wu’s own invention, part of her matchmaking effort. She could tell.

Still, she stood up, thanked her again, and went upstairs to catch up on sleep.

She managed two hours.

Then came the sound of a car pulling up outside.

Zhao Luoluo had arrived.

Ning Xuan had already told her she planned to move out.

Apparently, Zhao Luoluo was here to dissuade her.

But when she walked upstairs and entered the room, she saw all the luggage already packed.

“Xuan-jie, you packed this fast.”

“There wasn’t much to begin with. Easy to sort. Honestly, I wanted to move out last night.”

If not for the fear of Yu Yazhi assuming she was sneaking out to fool around, she would’ve left then and spared herself all the trouble.

Zhao Luoluo’s face was worried. “Aren’t you going to at least say goodbye to Miss Yu? Maybe she’d soften up.”

Ning Xuan smiled and shook her head. “Better not. If she softens up, I’ll only suffer again tonight.”

She was truly terrified of her susceptibility period now.

And after that all-too-real dream last night, she couldn’t even look Yu Yazhi in the eye.

“Come on.”

She pushed the suitcase toward Zhao Luoluo and headed downstairs.

Today, she wore a pale pink casual sports dress, her hair tied up in a high ponytail, her face bare and luminous, brimming with collagen—youthful and fresh, pure girlish charm.

“Miss Ning, are you?”

Aunt Wu was mopping the living room floor when she saw Ning Xuan come downstairs, with Zhao Luoluo trailing behind, dragging a suitcase. She was so startled she nearly dropped the mop.

“Wh-what’s going on here?”

Ning Xuan had already prepared an excuse. She smiled lightly and explained, “Aunt Wu, I’ve been busy with work lately, so I’ll stay at the apartment for now.”

How could Aunt Wu not realize that this was just a pretext?

She frowned and asked, “Does Miss Yu know about this?”

Ning Xuan nodded. “She does. Goodbye, Aunt Wu.”

After saying her farewells, she hurried out of the living room and got into the car.

Aunt Wu followed her out, watching as the car engine roared to life. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn’t find the words.

Returning to the living room, she picked up the landline and tried calling Yu Yazhi. No one answered.

Sigh, what now? They were fine just yesterday. Why the sudden fallout again?

Ning Xuan sat in the passenger seat.

At the wheel, Zhao Luoluo glanced at her from time to time, worry written all over her face. “Xuan-jie, didn’t Yun-jie forbid you from moving back? What if she finds out?”

Ning Xuan dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “Just don’t tell her. She’s too busy to notice something this trivial.”