After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 32

Meng Xi had no doubts—forget about the two others just now, even Yu Yazhi wanting pastries was definitely for Ning Xuan! Yu Yazhi simply didn’t like sweets herself.

Damn it!

Why?

Though she felt strongly about it in her heart, Meng Xi still obeyed.

Yu Yazhi held Ning Xuan’s hand as they entered the elevator, heading straight down to the underground parking lot.

The parking area was quiet, almost empty.

Yu Yazhi glanced around and then let go of her hand.

Ning Xuan: “…”

She felt her role as a tool for the evening was officially confirmed—she had been helping Miss Yu act this whole time.

Finally, it was over.

She rubbed her sore arm and stiff cheeks, picked up her phone, and was about to call Zhao Luoluo to come pick her up.

Yu Yazhi scanned the surroundings as if realizing something and asked, “Your assistant isn’t here?”

Ning Xuan nodded and explained truthfully, “No, her sister is having a baby tonight. She said she’d go see her, so I’m not sure if she’s done yet.”

Ning Xuan hesitated—should she call? Giving birth was a big deal, and she didn’t want to disturb her at this time.

“I’ll take you.”

Before Yu Yazhi could finish her sentence.

Meng Xi moved quickly, carrying a small, cute kraft paper bag. “President Yu, here are the pastries you wanted.”

Yu Yazhi wasn’t particularly fond of pastries. Seeing Meng Xi bring them over, she said, “I’m not hungry. You can give them to her.”

Ning Xuan was stunned and flattered. “For me? Really? Thank you!”

She smiled excitedly and reached for the pastries.

Meng Xi didn’t want to give them away. Turning to Yu Yazhi, she teased, “President Yu, won’t you try one first? I just had some, and it really is delicious.”

Even if Yu Yazhi just ate one, it would have been fine. She could have accepted that Ning Xuan was eating what Yu Yazhi had left, rather than thinking Yu Yazhi had gotten them specifically for her.

Yu Yazhi, unaware of her assistant’s thoughts, accepted the pastries.

Meng Xi thought Yu Yazhi had changed her mind and felt happy—but her joy lasted only two seconds before Yu Yazhi handed the pastries to Ning Xuan: “No, I suddenly don’t feel like eating. Here, all yours.”

Meng Xi: “…”

Her heart felt stabbed.

It hurt—a late-night cake session, and she wouldn’t even get to taste it!

Ning Xuan’s whole focus was on the pastries. She didn’t notice the assistant’s reaction at all.

“Thank you.”

She quickly took the pastries from Yu Yazhi, worried that her hands might get tired, and kept thanking her, “Thank you, thank you so much.”

She was like a little cat spotting a dried fish, eyes sparkling with delight.

Her smile revealed bright teeth and shining eyes, like a galaxy reflected within them.

The night was enchanting.

Yu Yazhi looked at Ning Xuan with a deep gaze: Hmph! A few little pastries make her this happy? Is Ning Xuan really that easily satisfied?

But Ning Xuan didn’t notice Yu Yazhi’s gaze. Her entire attention was on the food in her hands.

She was starving.

She couldn’t wait to open the bag, pick out the most appetizing-looking cake, hold it delicately, and pop it into her mouth.

There was no need to even bite—the mousse-like cream melted instantly, leaving her lips and teeth coated with rich flavor.

Huh? Chocolate?

The silky, soft taste immediately reminded Ning Xuan—this was Yu Yazhi’s scent, wasn’t it?

Damn, she thought it was coffee flavor.

That soft, sweet taste spread over her lips and teeth, slowly rising to her nose, rushing into her mind.

Gradually, Ning Xuan’s cheeks turned faintly pink as she recalled the erotic dream she had had.

In that dream,

Yu Yazhi was sweet and gentle, every frown and smile hitting Ning Xuan right in the heart.

Even more dangerous was her scent, making Ning Xuan unable to control herself.

Her body burned.

Reason fled.

Alpha’s instinctive desire for the Omega made Ning Xuan want nothing more than to devour her.

Their breaths mingled, heat rising around their necks.

Ning Xuan’s kiss traced from Yu Yazhi’s collarbone to her gland, which bloomed like a tiny rose, trembling in the air, tender and glistening like a small, pink bud.

The intoxicating scent came from there.

Without thinking, Ning Xuan greedily, almost roughly, bit at the little bud.

The sweetness in her mouth satisfied every cell and nerve, her entire body melting in pleasure.

The dreamlike scene played vividly in her mind.

Blushing, Ning Xuan held the cake and didn’t dare take a second bite.

She placed the pastry back, burying her face, afraid that even another glance would be sinful.

It was over.

Over.

She could get aroused just from eating a cake.

“What are you daydreaming about?”

Yu Yazhi, puzzled, frowned when she saw Ning Xuan put the cake back. “Not tasty?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

No, it was delicious.

Too delicious.

Just like you in my dream.

But if she said that, she would be dead embarrassed.

So, she averted her gaze, feeling guilty like she had done something naughty. “I-it’s good. I’ll eat the rest later.”

Meng Xi, who had been standing there for a while, grew impatient and glanced at her watch. “President Yu, it’s late. Let me send you back.”

Yu Yazhi nodded but kept her eyes on Ning Xuan: This woman turns red just from a bite of cake. Could she be drunk? But she hasn’t had much to drink, and it was fruit wine. Hmph. Last time she got drunk, what a silly scene that was.

Better just leave quickly.

Seeing that they were about to leave, Ning Xuan called Zhao Luoluo.

Yu Yazhi had already reached the car, but as her fingers touched the door, she turned back: “Don’t call your assistant. Her sister is having a baby; she won’t have time. Go on, I’ll have Meng Xi take you back first.”

She still wasn’t entirely at ease.

Ning Xuan’s alcohol tolerance was low, she behaved poorly when drunk, and she was a celebrity—if someone caught an unflattering scene, it could ruin both their reputations.

Yu Yazhi convinced herself and decided to grant her leniency, escorting her a short distance.

Ning Xuan hesitated: “No, thanks, it’s fine. She’ll be here soon.”

But her phone rang with the familiar female voice: [The number you have dialed is powered off. Please try again later.]

Ning Xuan: “…”

Awkwardness hit her like a hammer.

“Hahaha.”

She forced a laugh, finding a way out: “You’re right. Her sister’s having a baby. I shouldn’t bother anyone. I’ll take a taxi back myself. No need to trouble you or Assistant Meng.”

Yu Yazhi didn’t respond, and Meng Xi at the wheel looked relieved.

Ning Xuan started walking toward the exit, but after just a few steps, a firm grip caught her wrist.

Yu Yazhi pulled her hand possessively, guiding her into the car. “Want to get seen? My woman, wandering the streets at midnight? Taking a taxi? You really said that.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

At Yu Yazhi’s subtle reminder, she finally remembered her celebrity status. She stopped talking and sat quietly, hands folded on her lap, still holding the bag, behaving as obediently as a child.

Yu Yazhi caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye and felt a twinge of suspicion. How come she’s become so well-behaved after just a few days?

She had thought that after moving out, this woman would mix with her usual crowd of flirty socialites and inevitably cause trouble.

Speaking of trouble, the memory of the video she saw earlier that day came back, and her previously good mood soured, leaving a pit of discomfort in her chest.

She even forgot what she wanted to say.

Forget it.

She lifted her head and signaled to Meng Xi: “Assistant Meng, start the car.”

Meng Xi responded immediately, “Got it.”

The car began to move.

Suddenly, a loud BANG came from outside the window.

A large, long hand slammed against the door, and in the next moment, the passenger-side door was yanked open.

Yu Jiayan slipped inside like a darting fish. His handsome face was bruised in several places, streaked with blood—pitiful to look at.

“Wow, Yu Yazhi, you really are something!”

Pressing his forehead with one hand, he wailed, “We’re related by blood, and yet when your little brother gets beaten up, you just run off like nothing happened! Do you even have a conscience? Assistant Meng, drive me to the hospital, now! Oww, it hurts like hell! If my face gets ruined, I swear I’ll get back at Jin Se! What kind of woman hits so hard? Damn it, this is infuriating!”

Yu Yazhi listened to his rambling and snapped coldly, “Get out. We’re not born of the same mother. Blood is thinner than water!”

Yu Jiayan’s voice carried a threat: “Sis, if Dad hears you say that.”

Yu Yazhi scoffed, “Yu Jiayan, you went to the Jinrong Hotel to poach someone and got scratched up by Jin Se. If you have the nerve to complain, go ahead and tell him.”

Yu Jiayan: “…”

Indeed, losing to a woman was humiliating.

And he’d completely bungled the mission!

Embarrassed to tell his dad, he stubbornly tried to save face: “How am I supposed to be embarrassed? I went to the party, you went to poach someone, and then Jin Se found out. I got hurt trying to save you, and what do you do? You’re cold, heartless, ungrateful, and betray me.”

He was clearly trying to play the victim.

Ning Xuan was stunned by his shamelessness. “Young Master Yu, you really are without shame, unbeatable in the world!”

Yu Jiayan barked, “None of your business! Shut up!”

“I think you’re the one who should shut up!”

Seeing him speak rudely to Ning Xuan, Yu Yazhi snapped, “One more word and I’ll kick you out!”

Yu Jiayan: “…”

Deep down, he was a little afraid of Yu Yazhi. He timidly shouted, “I’m telling Dad—you yelled at me for some stranger’s sake!”

Ning Xuan frowned at the term “stranger” and clarified, “I’m your sister’s wife. Yu Jiayan, watch your mouth.”

She shook her phone lightly. “If you don’t want everyone seeing how badly Jin Se beat you, I suggest you start showing some respect to your sister.”

Yu Jiayan froze. “You secretly recorded me?”

Ning Xuan laughed softly. “Secretly recorded? No, I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine. Didn’t you sneakily record us before?”

She was referring to that news incident.

Realization hit, and he fumed at the false accusation: “Who recorded you? Those photos were sold to me by a reporter!”

“That just proves your intentions weren’t pure. You’re ambitious about inheritance—I get it, ambition’s good—but can you compete fairly with your sister like a real man? Stop playing dirty!”

“I am a man! You’re the one playing dirty with your sneaky recording! Delete that video!”

He reached out to grab Ning Xuan’s phone, but of course, failed.

Yu Yazhi grabbed his wrist and twisted hard. Yu Jiayan screamed in pain.

“Ow, ow! Let go, I’m done for.”

“One more disrespectful move and you’re done for!”

Yu Yazhi released his hand and told Meng Xi to drive to the hospital.

Yu Jiayan, seeing this, finally calmed down but muttered, “Delete the video.”

This embarrassing history couldn’t get out.

Ning Xuan smiled. “Ah, so you do feel some shame. I thought you were truly shameless and unbeatable.”

Yu Jiayan: “…”

He was left speechless.

After a pause, he weakly muttered, “I guess we’re even for today.”

Ning Xuan mocked him: “Even? Look at your face—tell me you didn’t take a heavy loss!”

Yu Jiayan: “…”

So frustrating!

This little Ning Xuan was way too sharp with words! No wonder she managed to charm Yu Yazhi.

He couldn’t argue with her.

Turning back, he settled in his seat, lowered the mirror above, and checked his face while muttering curses. “Damn it, that Jin Se hit me hard! And that Cheng Tang—lover or servant? She won’t let anyone switch jobs, and no one even signed a contract with her.”

In the mirror:

Yu Jiayan pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, lifted his chin, grabbed a tissue, and wiped the blood and tea stains from his face.

“Hiss.”

He winced and fumed, balling the tissue into a fist and smashing it on his leg.

Just thinking about it made him mad!

If Cheng Tang hadn’t stopped Jin Se, she would have devoured him alive.

But thankfully, Cheng Tang intervened; otherwise, today would have been much worse than a ruined hairpin.

He slowly opened his clenched left hand. A gold-edged pearl hairpin lay in his palm, with a few strands of Jin Se’s hair caught in it.

“Bad luck!”

He spat, quickly opened the window, and tossed the hairpin onto the street.

The expensive hairpin rolled across the road a few times before being crushed by a car.

Yu Jiayan closed the window and, as if remembering something, pulled a crumpled check from his pocket. He scowled, “That Cheng Tang, stubborn as ever. I wasn’t even planning to give in!”

He clenched it tightly, wanting to crush it—but stopped himself.

“Forget it, can’t fight with money. Consider this check compensation for tonight.”

Ning Xuan, sitting in the back, watched Yu Jiayan talking to himself like a drama king and said, “See? He’s not to be feared. Cheng Tang will be in your hands sooner or later.”

Yu Yazhi frowned at the phrase “in your hands.” “Is that how you use ‘in your hands’?”

Ning Xuan thought for a moment. She hadn’t used the idiom incorrectly. But since Yu Yazhi disliked it, she corrected herself: “Then, don’t worry. She won’t escape your grasp.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”