After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 33

“Why does this sound weirder the more you talk?”

Ning Xuan simply fell silent, deciding not to say another word.

Yu Yazhi furrowed her brow and looked at her. “Ning Xuan, if you don’t know what to say, then don’t say anything.”

Ning Xuan: Got it!

Meanwhile,

In the reception room of Jinrong Hotel, the originally neat and tidy room was now scattered with spilled tea and water stains.

Jin Se sat where Yu Jiayan had just been, her hair slightly disheveled and her makeup not as immaculate as before—but she didn’t care in the slightest.

“Speak up.”

Arms crossed, she glared at Cheng Tang, her chest rising and falling with anger, eyes practically sparking fire. “I’m giving you a chance to explain yourself. When did you start cozying up to the Yu Group? Why betray me? Five million from Yu Jiayan is enough for you to switch loyalties?”

Cozying up?

Betrayal?

Switch loyalties?

Cheng Tang pinched her brow, her expression tightening, but she forced herself to remain calm. She took a deep breath and said lightly, “It’s not what you think. I invited President Yu here today purely to discuss cooperation. As for Yu Jiayan, that was unexpected.”

She had worked for the Jin Group for so long; all she wanted now was to live her life.

But Jin Se wasn’t ready yet, and if she left, the Jin Group could easily be swallowed up by the Yu Group. So, pursuing cooperation seemed wiser.

Jinrong Hotel mainly catered to business clients, while SY International Hotel leaned toward a light-luxury approach, specializing in high-end weddings and social events. Not exactly enemies, but competitors nonetheless.

If cooperation was pursued, there might be unexpected benefits.

The Jin Group would face less threat and develop steadily, and she could leave without worry.

Jin Se, unaware of the full situation, scoffed. “Cooperation? Unexpected? Are you treating me like a fool? If I’d been a bit later, would you have just cashed their check and gone to the Yu Group tomorrow to grovel?”

Anger flared, and she said the harshest words without thinking, each one prickly, like a hedgehog.

Cheng Tang felt there was no need to explain further in this state. Better to wait until she calmed down.

With many guests downstairs, their quarrel was somewhat negligent.

“Jin Se, don’t act like a child. I’m going down to attend to the guests. You should get yourself together. As the head of Jinrong Hotel, everything you say and do represents the hotel. The master entrusted it to you because he believes in your abilities. Don’t disappoint him, and don’t,”

Don’t disappoint me.

She swallowed the last words; it didn’t feel right to say them here.

Jin Se seemed impatient with her halfway explanation. Cheng Tang hardly ever called her by full name; hearing it now felt like disappointment.

“Tap, tap.”

Her heels clicked as she walked away.

Watching her retreating figure, Jin Se’s heart ached, overwhelmed with frustration. Her words hadn’t even finished—how could she leave first?

She opened her mouth to call her back, but a whiny, almost tearful tone slipped out: “Cheng Tang, if you dare agree to Yu Jiayan, I won’t let you off. And that Yu Jiayan—every time I see him, I’ll hit him!”

Cheng Tang: “…”

She stopped at the doorway.

The sound of Jin Se’s pitiful sniffle hit her ears.

Sigh, such a spoiled little princess.

Turning around, she remembered the gift she had prepared for her, originally meant to reward her after the banquet ended. Might as well give it now.

A small pink box suddenly caught her eye.

Jin Se watched as Cheng Tang carefully opened it. Inside was a butterfly hairpin studded with tiny diamonds, delicate and sparkling faintly, the glitter seeming to shift subtly—clearly expensive.

“Fo-for me?”

She was momentarily stunned.

Cheng Tang said nothing. She took it out, gently arranged Jin Se’s hair, and clipped it in place.

Her movements were soft and careful.

Jin Se was tense, afraid to move. Why was she giving her a hairpin? Why this sudden gentleness? Feeling guilty?

Recalling their earlier argument, she still felt indignant: “Cheng Tang, don’t think this will make me trust you. I don’t need this stupid hairpin. Diamonds aren’t worth anything.”

Cheng Tang: “…”

She hadn’t expected Jin Se to react this way. A flicker of hurt crossed her eyes, but she quickly recovered. In a soft voice, she said, “Yes, diamonds aren’t worth much. If you don’t like it, you can throw it away.”

With that, she left without looking back.

“Cheng Tang, you.”

Jin Se pouted, touching the hairpin, murmuring, “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

She had no idea how disappointed Cheng Tang had looked when she said the diamonds weren’t worth much.

Of course, Jin Se, the heiress, couldn’t care much for mundane objects. Born with wealth others could never dream of, the little princess had been cherished by the Jin family since birth.

In Cheng Tang’s eyes, Jin Se had never truly experienced hardship; she was a princess above all, while Cheng Tang, as Master Jin often reminded her, was just a servant.

But this servant had a bit more dignity than the rest.

Though they could enter and leave together, Cheng Tang knew deep down they weren’t from the same world.

Over the years at the Jin family, she had sheltered Jin Se from the storms, yet Master Jin’s words rang in her ears daily:

“Cheng Tang, I admire your abilities, but a servant is a servant. There is a distinction between master and subject. You and Jin Se are destined to be separate.”

If they were separate, then their paths must diverge.

Now that Jin Se had successfully taken over Jinrong Hotel, it was Cheng Tang’s time to leave.

Before that, she wanted to shield her one last time.

Unfortunately, Jin Se was a foolish girl, knowing nothing, understanding nothing.

Gathering her thoughts, Cheng Tang pushed open the banquet hall doors.

She took a wine glass from a waiter, slipping into her usual composed, elite persona, laughing and conversing with the merchants whose scent of money was strong.

Night had fallen deep.

Meng Xi drove smoothly, the road clear.

Yu Jiayan wiped his face with a wet tissue. The wound had stopped bleeding and didn’t look as bad as he had imagined.

He stared in the mirror for a long moment, gritting his teeth. “Forget it, Assistant Meng. I’m not going to the hospital.”

Yu Yazhi scoffed, “No, Assistant Meng, you must go. Hurry, or the wound on his face will almost heal by itself.”

Yu Jiayan: “…”

Ning Xuan: “……”

It was rare for her to hear Yu Yazhi tease someone, and she couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh. “Yazhi, you’re actually pretty funny.”

Yu Jiayan, on the other hand, looked awkward and snapped, “Annoying! I said I wouldn’t go, so I’m not going. Then the doctor asks, what am I supposed to say? That a woman scratched me? I can’t embarrass myself like that.”

After saying that, he called his private driver. “The car’s parked at Jinrong Hotel. Bring it back. Check it thoroughly—if there’s even the slightest scratch, go ahead and demand compensation from Miss Jin. Make sure they pay up—don’t hold back.”

Ning Xuan and Yu Yazhi: “……”

They both shook their heads silently.

Yu Yazhi scowled with disdain. “Meng Xi, if he won’t go to the hospital, just find a spot up ahead to let him out.”

Meng Xi, having tolerated Yu Jiayan’s antics all night, didn’t respond verbally but hurriedly obeyed. Approaching the intersection, she steered to the right and slammed on the brakes.

Seeing how they were ganging up on him, Yu Jiayan quickly grabbed his seatbelt.

Let him get out?

No way!

Holding his forehead, he groaned, “Ugh, I’m dizzy, my whole body aches, I have no strength. How about this—since the villa isn’t far, I’ll graciously go there to rest. Yu Yazhi, have a family doctor come over to take care of my wound.”

Yu Yazhi: “……”

She’d always known Yu Jiayan was shameless, but she hadn’t expected him to be this thick-skinned.

Just as she was about to speak.

Ning Xuan reached out and patted Yu Yazhi’s shoulder. “Uh, Yazhi, don’t get mad. Just let him be—he does need that wound treated anyway.”

She really didn’t want to listen to the siblings argue any longer. Especially since the younger brother was such a fool.

Arguing with him would only lower her IQ.

Yu Yazhi understood the logic and, after Ning Xuan’s gentle intervention, regained some sense. “Fine. Let’s go to the villa.”

After a night dealing with Yu Jiayan, her heart was racing like crazy. She just wanted to get out of the car and get him settled.

She called Aunt Wu to have a family doctor come over.

Seeing this, Ning Xuan finally relaxed—one was untouchable, the other unmanageable; truly not from the same household.

Just as she was reflecting on this, the familiar villa came into view.

Huh?

Wait.

She had solved their problem but ended up dragging herself into it.

Why was she even here?

The car drew closer and closer.

Ning Xuan grew increasingly anxious, glancing at Yu Yazhi repeatedly, silently mouthing: I should be going back to the apartment.

Yu Yazhi saw but pretended not to, even turning her head away deliberately.

Ning Xuan was confused: What’s the deal? Doesn’t want her to go back? No, she was overthinking. Probably just inconvenient with Yu Jiayan nearby.

The car entered the courtyard.

Aunt Wu and two servants came out to greet them.

Meng Xi stopped the car and helped the limping Yu Jiayan out.

Seeing this, Aunt Wu hurried forward, concerned. “Oh my, Young Master Yu, what happened to you? Quick, quick, the doctor’s inside waiting—let’s check your wound.”

Her words caught when she saw Ning Xuan in the back seat, surprise flashing in her eyes. “Miss Ning, why are you.”

Yu Yazhi quickly interrupted. “Aunt Wu, take this kid inside to tend to his wound. His people will pick him up soon—don’t waste everyone’s time.”

Aunt Wu, smart as she was, understood immediately, nodded, and helped Yu Jiayan into the living room.

Yu Jiayan had no time to notice any of this; all he cared about was getting the doctor to see his handsome face.

If it got scarred, the girls in Deep City would cry rivers.

Meng Xi and Aunt Wu helped Yu Jiayan onto the sofa in the living room.

With the heavy man out of the car, Meng Xi felt lighter. She bid them goodbye and headed out.

Her expression was one of disgust as she brushed her shoulders off.

Why?

Not cleanliness—she had misandry. She detested being touched by men.

Yu Jiayan was quickly becoming Ning Xuan’s most hated man.

In the courtyard, Ning Xuan hadn’t gotten out yet.

Yu Yazhi stayed in the car too, staring at her like a challenge.

Ning Xuan felt immense pressure. Seeing Meng Xi outside, she waved hurriedly. “Hi, Assistant Meng, thanks for.”

“Get out!”

Yu Yazhi suddenly commanded.

Seeing her eager to leave, Yu Yazhi didn’t want to let her go so easily.

Ning Xuan paused. “I.”

“Alright, Miss Ning, I’ll take you back.”

Meng Xi eagerly hoped Ning Xuan would leave quickly and get away from Yu Yazhi.

At that moment, Yu Yazhi got out of the car.

At the same time, she pulled Ning Xuan out with her. “No need, Assistant Meng. You’re off duty. Ning Xuan will stay here tonight.”