After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 27.1

Yu Yazhi’s attention had been wholly on the phone call. Only after hanging up did she notice Meng Xi standing at the doorway, unsure how long she’d been there.

A faint displeasure flickered in Yu Yazhi’s eyes at the feeling of being watched. Her tone cooled.
“What is it?”

Meng Xi tightened her grip on the file in her hands, her face as composed as ever. She walked over.
“President Yu, here’s a document that needs your signature.”

Yu Yazhi took the file, lowered her gaze, and read. Her lashes were long and thick, casting deep shadows across her eyelids.

Meng Xi found herself staring, entranced, until the file was suddenly extended toward her. She snapped back to herself, quickly looking away.
“Oh.”

She accepted the signed document and was about to leave when,
“Assistant Meng.” Yu Yazhi called her back. “I’ll be working late tonight. Finish what you have on hand and head home early—you don’t need to wait for me.”

Meng Xi smiled and answered lightly:
“Alright.”

She said no more and walked out of the office.

Divorce, is it?

Recalling what she’d overheard, her smile deepened. Her steps grew lighter, her whole demeanor brighter, as though she was walking on air.

Just then, a colleague came out of the break room, head down and texting, and nearly spilled her coffee all over Meng Xi. Startled, the girl went pale.

“Assistant Meng, I’m so sorry—I didn’t see you coming!”

Her voice was just as flustered as her expression.

Meng Xi glanced at the corner of her skirt, then met the girl’s anxious eyes. She frowned briefly, but only brushed off her clothes and replied in a gentle tone:
“It’s fine. Just be more careful when you walk.”

With that, she took the file back to her desk.

The colleague froze in place. So approachable?

Normally, working under Yu Yazhi seemed to have rubbed off on Meng Xi. She carried that same cool, distant air, and her serious attitude toward work often made others nervous around her.

But just now—Assistant Meng had been so kind. So soft.

Back at her desk, Meng Xi’s smile didn’t fade—it blossomed even wider now that no one was watching. She even let out a small laugh.

“Getting divorced, are they?”

She murmured to herself as she opened the file, her pale fingers tracing over Yu Yazhi’s signature. Joy gleamed openly in her eyes, mingling with something deeper—something sharper—that was slowly taking shape.

After Ning Xuan sent her message, she waited all evening without a reply from Yu Yazhi.

Her heart grew restless. She wanted to call, to explain. But if Yazhi wouldn’t even answer her texts, what chance was there she’d pick up the phone?

And besides—calling would feel too low, too pitiful. She refused to stoop that far.

She had moved out. Now she needed to prove she could stand on her own.

Ding.

Her phone chimed.

It was Yu Yazhi’s reply:
【Don’t bother seeing me off.】

Five cold, clipped words. No warmth at all.

Ning Xuan stared at the message over and over. Tch. After living together this long, I thought she might at least have grown a little attached. Turns out she really doesn’t have a heart.

She tossed the phone aside. Out of sight, out of mind. Picking up The Power of the Actor, she buried herself in study instead.

Yu Yazhi stayed at the office until late at night.

The sky outside had sunk into a heavy, airless darkness, threatening rain. The heat was stifling, not a trace of wind.

She turned on the car’s air-conditioning, letting the cool air press down on the stuffy weight in her chest.

Ever since learning Ning Xuan had consulted a divorce lawyer—even if Aunt Wu swore the woman was also a therapist, there only to help ease Ning Xuan’s stress—Yu Yazhi’s heart had been unbearably heavy.

No one else might know, but she knew full well: Ning Xuan was serious about divorce.

Hah. Bold of her.

She had used the Yu family’s power to climb this high, and now she wanted to burn the bridge behind her?

She dared?

Yu Yazhi slammed the steering wheel, furious. She wanted to confront her directly: After winning Father’s favor, you think you can just walk away? Not a chance. If you think you can jeopardize my inheritance, I’ll make sure you understand exactly why the flower blooms so red.

But why? Why divorce? Was there someone else?

The thought gave her a pounding headache. Ever since that night at the hotel, Ning Xuan had been different.

Knock, knock.

A rap on the window jolted her from her thoughts. She turned and saw Meng Xi.

Her brows drew together. “You’re still here? Didn’t you leave hours ago?”

It was already nine o’clock.

Of course, Meng Xi had been waiting for her.

She smiled softly. “No. How could an assistant leave before her boss? I was waiting for you, President Yu.”

She gestured toward the driver’s seat, offering to take the wheel.

Yu Yazhi was drained—between work and the mess with Ning Xuan, exhaustion pressed down on her. She didn’t refuse.

Unbuckling her seatbelt, she stepped out. “Assistant Meng, thank you.”

“President Yu, you’re too polite. This is my duty.”

Meng Xi handed her a bag with warm milk and bread. “Please eat something, President Yu. Skipping meals will only damage your health—and hurt your work. After all, the body is the foundation of everything.”

As her assistant, Meng Xi knew just how much Yazhi had poured into the SY International Hotel project. The flawless data she’d presented in meeting after meeting had all been wrung from her body at great cost.

Others only saw her brilliance. Only Meng Xi saw the toll it took. And only Meng Xi could.

“Thank you.”

Yazhi accepted the food. Her fingers brushed against Meng Xi’s as she did, but she felt nothing unusual and simply walked around to the passenger seat.

She didn’t notice the flicker of excitement in Meng Xi’s eyes, the way she lingered on the hand Yazhi had touched, as though it still burned—burning her skin, searing her heart, addictive.

Biting into the soft bread, Yazhi found it unexpectedly sweet, almost soothing. Her mood eased a little. Catching sight of Meng Xi’s radiant smile, she asked, half-curious:
“Something good happen? You seem in a particularly good mood.”

Yazhi rarely saw her smile like this. Since it wasn’t work time, she treated her more like a friend, probing a bit.

Meng Xi smiled faintly. “Nothing much. Just being able to go to and from work with you makes me happy.”

Yazhi raised a brow, a rare hint of amusement tugging at her lips. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not forcing you to give up your personal time.”

“Of course not. I’d gladly give it.”

“You might be willing, but I’m not. You’ve worked hard this month. I’ll have Finance add a bonus for you.”

She had always been generous with loyal, hardworking employees.

“Thank you, President Yu.”

“Don’t mention it. You’ve earned it.”

They shared a smile.

Chatting idly with Meng Xi, Yazhi almost forgot her earlier frustrations.

Meng Xi even abandoned her usual restraint, telling a few jokes along the way, managing to coax laughter from Yazhi.

But as they drew closer to the Yu family villa, Meng Xi couldn’t help asking:
“President Yu, is it true you’re divorcing Ning Xuan?”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Yazhi froze. The smile on her face faltered. After a moment’s pause, she asked:
“You heard?”

Without waiting for a reply, she added:
“Not for now.”

At that, the light in Meng Xi’s eyes dimmed, but she hid it well, her expression pure as she whispered:
“I’m sorry, President Yu. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

Yazhi pressed her fingers to her brow and nodded. “It’s fine.”

The light turned green.

Meng Xi steered forward, silently calming her restless heart. Patience. Divorce is only a matter of time. You’ve waited ten years—what’s a little longer?

Without Ning Xuan around, the Yu villa was noticeably quieter.

At the dinner table, Aunt Wu often remarked—half casually, half deliberately, “When Miss Ning was here, the house felt livelier.”

Yu Yazhi pretended not to hear.

She was too busy. Not only preparing for next quarter’s numbers, but also overseeing the new hotel project.

Every day she left early and returned late, her shadow barely seen.

Meanwhile, Ning Xuan, settled into her Lanting apartment, had weathered her susceptibility period smoothly. Recovered and full of energy again, she was already back to work.

Zhao Luoluo pushed open the door to Ning Xuan’s apartment, balancing breakfast in her hands.
“Xuan-jie, are you up yet? I brought your favorite rice porridge and winter melon tea. You’ve got a recording today—you can’t go on camera with a puffy face.”

Her hands were full with two heavy bags, so she nudged the door shut with her foot, changed her shoes, set the food on the dining table, and headed straight to the bedroom to drag her out of bed.

But the moment she pushed open the door, she froze in shock.

Ning Xuan was already awake.

Dressed in a black yoga outfit, she was holding a one-legged balance pose. Her figure was flawless, curves smooth and elegant, her hair tied high. After aerobic exercise, her cheeks glowed with two peach-colored flushes, and the strands at her temples were damp with sweat.

Bathed in the morning light, she looked as though she was gilded in a soft, golden halo.

For a second, Zhao Luoluo thought she had walked into a sportswear endorsement shoot.

With her headphones on, Ning Xuan hadn’t noticed. She finished the set from the video, then finally removed her earbuds.