After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 26.2

She didn’t want to tell Zhao Luoluo about what had happened last night during her susceptibility period—it was far too embarrassing.

The car sped on, sunlight flickering through the leaves outside the window.

Gazing at the scenery, Ning Xuan added casually, “Honestly, it doesn’t matter where I live. That apartment is close to both you and Sister Yun, so it’ll be easier for us to coordinate work. You won’t have to tire yourself out driving me back and forth.”

Zhao Luoluo was unexpectedly touched. “That’s nothing! Driving you is exactly what I’m supposed to do as your assistant.”

Ning Xuan parted her lips, but said no more.

Silence settled in the car.

Since her health wasn’t at its best, Su Manyun had given her some time off.

She idly scrolled through her phone, checking entertainment news, when a push notification popped up:

【Zhu Shanshan Beats Out Best Actress Jin Min, Confirmed as Female Lead in Director He Sheng’s New Film】

What the hell?

Ning Xuan jolted in shock. Zhu Shanshan as the lead? And she outshined Jin Min? Are you kidding me?

Jin Min had started as a child star, ruled the entertainment industry for twenty years, collected countless awards, and starred in internationally acclaimed films. For years, she’d been the box-office guarantee of the nation. And Zhu Shanshan—a rookie—had supposedly surpassed her?

It had to be fake news.

She clicked the article and skimmed it from top to bottom. Sure enough, it was just a marketing puff piece, hyping Zhu Shanshan to the heavens. As for being cast in Director He Sheng’s new film? That claim came from a so-called online “poll,” likely driven by overzealous fans—zero credibility.

Damn it.

Ning Xuan was speechless. You hype me up for this?

Still, the article made her uneasy.

Whether it was idle marketing talk or a deliberate move from Zhu Shanshan’s team, one thing was clear: competition for Director He’s film was fierce.

There were countless outstanding actresses in the industry. What chance did she really have?

Frustrated, Ning Xuan dialed Su Manyun’s number. “Hello, Sister Yun? How’s that martial arts coach I asked you to find? Oh, right—did Screenwriter Xu say anything more?”

The connection was fuzzy, as if Su Manyun was in an elevator, but her voice soon came through clearly: “Don’t panic. Just rest well, keep your health in top shape, and stay ready. I’m about to meet someone—this is for Director He’s new film. The investors are Youhua Media.”

Hearing that, Ning Xuan couldn’t help but feel excited.

She had studied acting professionally. She’d always dreamed of a brilliant future, basking in the spotlight, adored by millions.

The entertainment industry was a treacherous path.

Since her transmigration, she had been living under the original Ning Xuan’s reputation, which never truly belonged to her. More than ever, she wanted to prove herself—not just for Yu Yazhi, but for her own sake.

After hanging up, she quickly searched for Youhua Media.

One look, and her jaw dropped.

Almost every film and drama invested in by Youhua Media had exploded in popularity.

Netizens even joked: If it’s from Youhua, it’s guaranteed to be a hit.

Scanning their impressive portfolio, she noticed several works written by Xu Ci as well.

So that’s why Zhu Shanshan’s team is already making noise—just trying to hitch a ride on the hype.

Classic clout-chasing.

Youhua Media = guaranteed blockbuster = career boost.

Who wouldn’t want a piece of that?

Ning Xuan could already predict that within a week, the internet would be flooded with rumors and half-truths.

Then, at the very bottom of the page, a line of small print caught her eye:

Yu Group holds 50% of Youhua Media’s shares.

Ning Xuan: “….”

You’ve got to be kidding me. Why does Yu Yazhi’s shadow loom over everything?

Afternoon, Yu Family Villa

Aunt Wu and two other maids were trimming flowers in the front garden when a white Mercedes slowly pulled up.

A woman in a tailored business suit and dark sunglasses stepped out, exuding a sharp, professional aura.

She removed her shades, approached, and politely asked, “Excuse me, is Miss Ning home?”

Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a mountain spring.

Hearing she was here for Ning Xuan, Aunt Wu quickly set down the pruning shears, wiped her hands on her apron, and walked forward. “And you are?”

The woman stood tall and elegant, with a poised smile. “My name is Zhang Nan. I’m Miss Ning Xuan’s retained counsel.”

Aunt Wu blinked. “Counsel for what, exactly?”

“Divorce.”

The single word struck like thunder.

The two maids nearby were so shocked they snapped the flower branches in their hands.

Aunt Wu froze too, and when she recovered, she didn’t invite Zhang Nan inside. Instead, looking uneasy, she said, “Ah, Lawyer Zhang, was it? Please wait a moment.”

She hurried back into the house and grabbed the landline to call Yu Yazhi.

As the phone rang, her thoughts spun in disbelief. But last night, weren’t the two of them together? How is it that today, a divorce lawyer shows up at the door?

SY International Hotel, Conference Room

Yu Yazhi was in the middle of a meeting with senior executives, discussing the latest marketing strategies.

After her dinner with her father last night, she’d been struck with new ideas, and now she was eager to incorporate them into next quarter’s projects.

Meng Xi sat beside her, stealing glances at Yu Yazhi, who was fully immersed in work.

The gentle afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching on Yu Yazhi’s earrings, scattering dazzling rays that made her already exquisite features all the more radiant.

The sight left Meng Xi momentarily dazed.

So much so that when her phone screen lit up for a long time, she didn’t react.

The call was coming from the villa.

Meng Xi’s eyes flicked to the empty space on the desk—Yu Yazhi hadn’t brought her phone, which meant the villa had called Meng Xi’s instead.

Not wanting to interrupt the meeting, Meng Xi declined the call and refocused on the presentation.

Buzz, buzz.

The phone rang again.

Meng Xi frowned. The villa usually wouldn’t call unless it was important. Could it be that woman, Ning Xuan?

With that thought, she quietly silenced the phone, flipped it over, and straightened her posture, her elegant smile never faltering—pretending she hadn’t seen a thing.

Lanting Luxury Apartments

Back at her own place, Ning Xuan spent over two hours cleaning with Zhao Luoluo until the apartment was spotless.