After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 35

Aunt Wu froze when she heard that Yu Jiayan planned to stay over, as if she had seen a ghost.

That Young Master Yu—she’d heard all kinds of stories about his antics. Her eyes instinctively darted toward Yu Yazhi. When she saw that her young lady didn’t object, she thought anxiously: So, she’s really agreeing to this?

Yu Yazhi kept her head lowered, her expression unreadable, lost in thought.

Aunt Wu, who was a master at reading faces, could only sigh and turn to the servants. “You two, go tidy up a guest room for Young Master Yu.”

The maids hurried to obey. “Yes, ma’am.”

Yu Jiayan, overhearing, raised his voice with mock cheer, “Make sure it’s right next to their room!”

Aunt Wu: “…”

She looked helplessly at Yu Yazhi. “Miss, could you please say something?”

Yu Yazhi drew in a long breath, ready to speak—then swallowed the words back down.

She didn’t want him to stay, but she couldn’t refuse.

First, because Yu Jiayan had been like this since childhood—doing whatever popped into his head, with no sense of restraint. If she refused outright, it would only make him more suspicious. Once he went home and exaggerated things in front of others, he could easily turn white into black.

Second,

Her gaze flicked toward Ning Xuan and lingered for a beat. Unpleasant memories surfaced: meeting at the banquet, Ning Xuan pretending to take a call just to run from her; declining her offer of a ride after the event; and now, the moment Yu Jiayan showed up, she was desperate to leave again.

Back then, it was Ning Xuan who’d chased her relentlessly, showering her with sweet words before marriage.

So why did it suddenly feel like she was the one who cared more now?

Irritation surged through her chest. The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Ning Xuan, oblivious to Yu Yazhi’s shifting mood, could no longer stand watching Yu Jiayan act so smug. Damn it. If not for this annoying brat, I’d already be halfway home by now!

“Yu Jiayan, have you no shame?”

She immediately launched into a scolding. “You want to live next door to us? Does your father know you’ve got this kind of fetish? Are you tired of living?”

As she spoke, she tugged discreetly at Yu Yazhi’s sleeve, giving her a look that screamed: Say something, quick! If you don’t stop him, we’ll really end up sharing a bed tonight!

Yu Jiayan only grinned shamelessly under her lecture. “Dad wouldn’t care about stuff like that. What, are you embarrassed? Don’t be! I’m not three years old—you can’t possibly corrupt me. We’re all adults here, no need to be shy!”

With that, he grabbed his jacket from the sofa and headed upstairs like he owned the place.

Ning Xuan: “…”

Watching him disappear up the stairs, she felt utterly doomed. But her brain kept whirring for a way out. “Aunt Wu,” she said quickly, “please help tidy the room I stayed in before. I’ll sleep there tonight. And give me the key to Yu Jiayan’s room—I’ll lock it up so he won’t notice that Yazhi and I.”

“You ever heard of ‘covering one’s ears while stealing a bell’? Of ‘trying to hide something only to expose it more’?”

Yu Yazhi’s voice cut through her words, calm but biting. “Do you really think Yu Jiayan is too dumb to see what that means?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Okay, fine. Maybe that was stupid.

“But, but.”

She scratched her head, struggling. “We really can’t sleep together, can we?”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Something sharp pricked at her heart, leaving her suddenly irritable. What, it’s fine when she sleeps with other women, but when it’s me, it’s a problem?

Her eyes darkened as she glanced over at Ning Xuan. “And why not?”

She reached out, her slender finger hooking gently under Ning Xuan’s chin. “We’re married—legally married.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Her mind blanked.

Nope. Nope. Abort mission—this is terrifying.

Aunt Wu quickly covered her mouth to hide a laugh and, wisely, went upstairs to prepare the room.

Ning Xuan called after her, panicking, “Aunt Wu! I didn’t bring any change of clothes!”

“Then you can just wear Miss’s.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Right. She’d just dug her own grave.

Internally wailing, Ning Xuan turned back toward Yu Yazhi, who was watching everything unfold with cool detachment. Has she lost her mind? she wondered. Did her brother’s nonsense break her brain? Why is she the one insisting we sleep together now?

It wasn’t that she was scared—but Yu Yazhi was a top-tier Omega: beautiful, graceful, with a body that could make anyone’s pulse quicken. And her scent—rich, indulgent chocolate—was exactly Ning Xuan’s type. If things spiraled like last time, she wasn’t confident she’d be able to play the gentleman again.

“Um, Yazhi.”

Ning Xuan rubbed her hands nervously, her tone soft. “Maybe you should think it over. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to share a bed.”

She didn’t want to offend Yu Yazhi.

After all, she was just the “scummy Alpha,” a passing chapter in Yu Yazhi’s life. Yu Yazhi still had a bright future ahead of her.

Yu Yazhi’s chest tightened with irritation at the clear rejection in her voice.

She took a few deep breaths before speaking evenly, “And why exactly is it a bad idea, Ning Xuan? Do you think you’re the most irresistible Alpha in showbiz, that no Omega can resist you? Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not interested in you.

It’s just an act for Yu Jiayan’s sake. What, did you really think I was into you?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Good! Perfect! Please don’t be into me!

But somehow, the words still made her blood pressure spike. She doesn’t care about any Omega, so why the hell am I even worrying for her?

With that, she grabbed Yu Yazhi’s cool hand without warning.

The movement startled Yu Yazhi, who instinctively tried to pull back.

Ha! Ning Xuan thought, so she’s all tough on the outside but soft inside.

Her lips curved into a teasing grin. “What are you flinching for? I’m just helping you put on a show for Yu Jiayan. What’s wrong—are you shy?”

Yu Yazhi didn’t even realize the blush creeping up her cheeks. She scoffed, stubborn as ever. “Shy? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not like we’ve never held hands before.”

Then, as if to prove her point, she gripped Ning Xuan’s hand tightly, interlacing their fingers and taking the lead upstairs.

“Ah—easy, you’re hurting me!”

Ning Xuan winced. This heiress really didn’t know her own strength when she got worked up.

The two of them walked side by side up the stairs.

As they passed Yu Jiayan’s room, they heard him humming cheerfully inside. Ning Xuan’s eyes nearly sparked with fury. Damn you, Yu Jiayan!

Yu Yazhi’s expression wasn’t much better—but her irritation was aimed more at Ning Xuan. This woman really can’t stand the thought of sharing a room with me?

Fine then.

If that’s the case—she would make her.

Yu Yazhi tightened her grip on Ning Xuan’s hand and pulled her straight into her own bedroom.

Aunt Wu had just finished tidying up and was stepping out when she caught sight of the two of them entering hand in hand. Their closeness made her beam with satisfaction. Suddenly, even Yu Jiayan’s earlier tantrum didn’t seem so intolerable. So, the young master’s staying over tonight? Good, good—maybe that’ll help the young couple bond a little more.

“Miss,” Aunt Wu said cheerfully, “everything Miss Ning might need has been prepared.”

She kept her voice low, knowing Yu Jiayan’s room was right next door.

But just as the words left her mouth.

The door next to them creaked open.

Yu Jiayan appeared in the doorway, quick as ever, already changed into a pristine white bathrobe. His hair was still damp, hanging over his forehead. With his languid posture and roguish charm, he actually looked somewhat similar to his sister.

Leaning against the doorframe with his phone in hand, he struck what he clearly thought was a suave pose and drawled with a teasing grin,

“Ning Xuan, no offense, but how long have you two been married now? My sister’s belly’s still flat as ever—no news at all. Not that I blame you entirely. Those two back at the old house don’t seem in any hurry either. Meanwhile, I’m over here worrying myself sick for the sake of this family. So tonight, why don’t you do your brother-in-law a favor and put in a little extra effort?”

Ning Xuan, Yu Yazhi, and Aunt Wu: “…”

Well, thanks for your concern, I guess!

The air went thick with awkwardness.

Aunt Wu was the first to break it, hurriedly changing the topic. “Young Master Yu, do you need anything else? I can have the staff bring it over.”

Yu Yazhi, however, was in no mood for diplomacy.

She’d already been suppressing her irritation all evening because of Ning Xuan. Now, with Yu Jiayan’s words pushing her over the edge, her temper finally snapped.

“Yu Jiayan, if I hear one more indecent word come out of your mouth,” she said coldly, her tone sharp as a blade, “I swear, you won’t live to see tomorrow’s sunrise.”

The words barely left her lips before she strode forward and kicked toward him.

Yu Jiayan dodged just in time—again.

He snatched his leg back from the doorway, slammed the door shut with a bang, and the distinct click of a lock followed right after.

Ning Xuan blinked. “…”

A laugh bubbled up in her throat. So that’s what they mean by ‘there’s always someone who can put you in your place.’

But just as she was about to chuckle out loud, a sharp, icy gaze swept her way.

She stifled the laugh immediately and slipped obediently into the room.

Yu Yazhi murmured a few final instructions to Aunt Wu, then followed inside and shut the door behind her with a crisp thud.

The room fell into stillness.

Ning Xuan could almost hear Yu Yazhi exhale—a faint, subtle sigh of relief.

What’s this now?

Weren’t you the domineering one just a second ago?

A mischievous thought sparked in Ning Xuan’s mind. Her heart, which had been racing earlier when Yu Yazhi cornered her, began to quicken again—but for a different reason this time.

Well, she’s the one who insisted on sharing a bed. Can’t blame me for that, can you?

Seeing Yu Yazhi standing motionless by the bookshelf, Ning Xuan raised her voice deliberately.

“Yazhi, where’s the sleepwear Aunt Wu prepared for me? I’m exhausted—I’ll go shower first.”

Yu Yazhi’s temple twitched. Did this woman have to speak that loudly? Was she deliberately trying to make sure Yu Jiayan heard her through the wall?

Her face darkened. She pointed toward the bed, where a neatly folded nightdress was placed in plain view. Her eyes said it all: It’s right there. Are you blind?

Of course, Ning Xuan saw it.

But more than that—she caught, from the corner of her eye, a dark silhouette lurking outside on the balcony.

Just as Yu Yazhi opened her mouth, Ning Xuan darted forward, clapped a hand over her lips, and mouthed silently, “Yu Jiayan’s on the balcony!”

Yu Yazhi froze.

Neither of them had expected Yu Jiayan to stoop this low.

Her mind flashed scarlet with fury—she could practically see herself storming over there and wringing his neck. Utterly shameless!

Ning Xuan, oblivious to the storm brewing in her partner’s mind, kept her hand over Yu Yazhi’s mouth. The faint warmth of her breath brushed against Yu Yazhi’s skin, sending a ticklish heat through her palm.

They were standing very close.

Close enough to feel the subtle curves and contours of each other’s bodies.

Yu Yazhi’s face flushed crimson in an instant.

Thankfully, Aunt Wu hadn’t turned on all the lights earlier; the room remained dim, concealing the color in her cheeks.

Ning Xuan withdrew her hand—accidentally brushing Yu Yazhi’s cheek in the process. She paused, startled. “Are you running a fever?”

Yu Yazhi’s voice trembled. “N-no.”

“Good.”

Ning Xuan lowered her voice to a whisper. “I think Yu Jiayan’s serious about spying on us. If we don’t prove something tonight, that brat’s never going to let it go.”

Her tone, soft and husky under the dim light, carried a magnetic pull that tugged at the heartstrings.

Yu Yazhi felt her pulse scatter into chaos. She stepped back a few paces, trying to reestablish space between them—but it didn’t help much.

Ning Xuan’s scent had already seeped into the air—subtle, intoxicating, impossible to ignore.

Biting her lip hard enough to sting, Yu Yazhi forced the heat in her chest down and lifted her gaze, wary. “What exactly are you planning?”

Ning Xuan really did have a plan to deal with the situation—but when she saw the guarded, flustered look in Yu Yazhi’s eyes, a spark of mischief flared instead.

Sliding an arm around Yu Yazhi’s waist, she drew her closer, lips curving into a teasing smile.

“What am I planning? Well, since we’re married, shouldn’t we be doing what married couples do?”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Was this woman flirting with her?

Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous smile tugging at her lips. “Oh? So, you’re in the mood now?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

It suddenly felt like Yu Yazhi’s gaze could slice her into ribbons. She quickly let go, waving her hands in mock surrender.

“Ha-ha, just kidding! Don’t get so tense.”

Damn it, why am I the one getting nervous here?

Yu Yazhi was no less flustered, though her expression remained cool and composed.

Straightening her clothes, she asked evenly, “So—how do you plan to prove it?”

Ning Xuan glanced toward the balcony, where the shadow still lingered, then turned back with a calm, almost serious tone. “If that kid has no sense of shame, I suppose we’ll have to give him a real show.”

Her eyes locked on Yu Yazhi’s, her voice slow and suggestive. “Sorry, it might be a bit hard on you, takes some physical effort.”

Yu Yazhi frowned suspiciously. “Effort for what?”

Ning Xuan tapped her chin, lips twitching as if weighing the consequences.

After a moment’s hesitation, she sighed dramatically and said,

“Alright then—do you prefer being on top or on bottom? Once we’re done, everyone can finally get some sleep.”