After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 38

Yu Yazhi had only taken a few steps before she suddenly stopped, as if remembering something. Turning back to look at Ning Xuan, she said, “You’re really planning to visit someone empty-handed?”

Ning Xuan grinned and rolled her eyes. “How could I? Of course, I’ll buy something. You’re the one who jumped out of the car and rushed inside—like if you were a second late, the hospital wouldn’t let you in.”

Yu Yazhi: “……”

She had no comeback for that.

So, she simply changed the topic. “What should we buy, then? Where?”

“Let’s check the hospital’s convenience store,” Ning Xuan said, walking ahead. “We can ask the staff what’s good for a woman who’s just given birth.”

Yu Yazhi nodded. “Alright.”

They chatted idly as they followed the signs to the small hospital shop.

The store wasn’t large, but it was packed with people.

Ning Xuan was jostled several times by the crowd.

Noticing that, Yu Yazhi quietly extended an arm in front of her, shielding her from the press of people.

After asking the clerk for advice, Ning Xuan picked out a few boxes of nutritional supplements to help replenish blood and energy after childbirth. “How much is it?” she asked.

The clerk replied, “That’ll be 2,800 yuan in total.”

Ning Xuan: “……”

Pretty steep.

At her old income level, she’d never have been able to afford that.

But now?

She pulled out her bank card without hesitation. “Put it on the card, thanks.”

People waiting in line glanced at her with thinly veiled envy. Rich lady, their expressions seemed to say.

Feeling pleased with herself, Ning Xuan happily carried the shopping bags out of the store.

After a few steps, she mimicked Yu Yazhi’s earlier tone and looked back over her shoulder. “And you’re just going to visit someone empty-handed?”

Yu Yazhi: “……”

She was a little embarrassed, but her face remained calm as she replied lightly, “We’re family. Your gift counts as mine.”

Ning Xuan: “……”

Seriously?

Family?

Since when were they that close?

Yu Yazhi frowned when she noticed her dazed expression. “You have a problem with that?”

“No, of course not.”

Ning Xuan shook her head quickly, then forced a laugh. “Hahaha, right, one big happy family.”

The “family of two” took the elevator straight to the maternity ward.

“Waaah, waaah.”

As soon as the elevator doors opened, they were greeted by the sound of newborn cries.

Ning Xuan’s eyes lit up. She looked around curiously, pressing close to the glass window that separated the nursery. “Yazhi, look! So many tiny babies!”

Yu Yazhi looked in as well—little ones with soft faces and chubby legs kicking in the air. The sight filled her chest with warmth.

The joy of new life was contagious, and she couldn’t help but smile too.

Ning Xuan was even more delighted, exclaiming, “Yazhi, they’re so cute. So beautiful.”

Yu Yazhi: “……”

She knew Ning Xuan was talking about the babies, but still—her heart skipped a beat. She really likes kids, Yu Yazhi thought.

“What are you two doing?”

A nurse carrying a bottle of formula stopped when she saw them peering in so intently.

Ning Xuan quickly explained, “We’re here to visit Ms. Zhao Momo—she just gave birth last night.”

The nurse pointed down the corridor. “Room 808, at the end of the hall.”

“Thank you!” Ning Xuan said, grabbing Yu Yazhi’s hand. “Come on!”

They hurried over and soon reached Room 808.

It was a private ward—spacious, well-kept, but the atmosphere inside was anything but calm. Voices were raised in argument:

“What’s with that attitude? When Yufeng comes later and sees you like this, he’ll think I mistreated you! And why did you call your sister here? To stir up trouble? Do you think I’d actually do something to you?”

“Mom, no. Luoluo was just worried about me. You saw what happened last night—she was afraid something might go wrong.”

“Go wrong? What nonsense! You could’ve had a natural delivery, but the moment she arrived, she insisted on a C-section. If my granddaughter ends up less clever than other children, will she take responsibility?”

“Mom.”

The younger woman’s voice was frail compared to the older woman’s sharp, forceful tone.

“Mom, if it wasn’t for Luoluo last night, I—I might not have survived. You said you wanted a natural birth for the baby’s sake, but I almost lost my life because of it. And about C-section babies being less smart—there’s no scientific basis for that at all.”

“Shut up! Watch your mouth! You’re still alive, aren’t you? Still have the strength to argue with me? I honestly don’t know why Yufeng married you—you’ve brought him nothing but grief. I thought at least your first child would be a boy, but no, you gave us a girl.”

“Mom, both Yufeng and I like girls.”

“What’s so good about girls? With Yufeng’s genes, he should’ve had a son!”

Outside the door, Yu Yazhi and Ning Xuan stood in silence, listening as every bitter word reached their ears.

“Damn, what kind of wicked mother-in-law is that?”

Ning Xuan was fuming and just about to knock on the door—but Yu Yazhi had already pushed it open. “Excuse me, is Zhao Luoluo here?”

“Who are you two?”

A middle-aged woman appeared, frowning as she looked at the unfamiliar faces. Her expression was full of impatience.

She was tall and broad-shouldered, her skin slightly tanned, cheekbones jutting sharply under a heavy layer of caked foundation that flaked off every time she spoke. She looked exactly like the stereotypical “evil mother-in-law.”

Suppressing her irritation, Ning Xuan said politely, “We’re friends of Zhao Luoluo. We came to see her.”

The woman snorted. “That brat went out for a check-up. She’s not here.”

Her tone was openly hostile.

The moment she thought about how Zhao Luoluo had fought with her the night before, her anger flared again.

Yu Yazhi was equally displeased. She ignored the woman completely, took Ning Xuan’s hand, and strode in. “She’s here to see Zhao Luoluo,” she said coolly, “and I’m here to see the baby. Where is the child?”

The middle-aged woman froze.

She disliked Zhao Luoluo, and naturally disliked her friends too. She moved to block them. “Who do you think you are, barging in like this.”

She didn’t even finish the word barge before Yu Yazhi’s cold, cutting gaze silenced her.

“You’re too loud. You’re disturbing the patient’s rest. Say one more word, and I’ll have you removed.”

Her stern expression, razor-sharp eyes, and icy tone carried undeniable authority.

Ning Xuan watched in admiration and secretly gave her a thumbs-up. Nice. That aura really works.

The middle-aged woman faltered.

She was wealthy now—three years ago, her husband had won eighty million yuan in the lottery. They’d been ordinary laborers before, but after striking it rich, instead of wasting it, they bought multiple properties—ten in total. Three of them were later demolished for redevelopment, earning them even more compensation. But aside from their newfound wealth, they hadn’t really changed.

After moving to Shenzhen, they’d discovered that true wealth was everywhere—people here were either rich or powerful. Especially the woman standing before her now—clearly someone far beyond their league.

Yu Yazhi led Ning Xuan past a carved wooden screen, and there on the bed was a woman quietly wiping away tears.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves outside, scattering soft shadows across her face.

She was frail from childbirth, her small face pale and sickly, her lips drained of color. Even so, her delicate beauty still shone through.

On the way over, Yu Yazhi had learned from Ning Xuan that the woman’s name was Zhao Momo—Zhao Luoluo’s older sister. Two years ago, she married Wu Yufeng. During her pregnancy, her mother-in-law had moved in, supposedly to “take care” of her—but in truth, it was all about control.

The woman looked shrewd on the surface but clung tightly to old-fashioned, superstitious ways—so much so that she ignored medical advice, insisting everything be done her way.

Yu Yazhi had already been angry just hearing about it.

When Zhao Momo saw the unfamiliar women, she quickly wiped her tears and asked timidly, “You, who are you?”

Ning Xuan removed her sunglasses and mask, smiling gently. “Hello, I’m Ning Xuan. Zhao Luoluo is my assistant. She mentioned you just gave birth and might’ve had a rough time, so we came to check on you.”

As she spoke, she placed several boxes of nutritional supplements on the bedside table.

Zhao Momo’s eyes softened with gratitude. “Thank you. Please, have a seat.”

Ning Xuan smiled and sat down.

Yu Yazhi, however, was completely captivated by the baby in the small bassinet nearby.

The newborn’s tiny pink face was covered in soft down, her scrunched-up features wrinkled like a little bun as she slept peacefully.

Her mouth and nose were tiny—nothing particularly adorable by conventional standards—but Yu Yazhi couldn’t stop staring. It was her first time seeing such a small, fragile life, and the feeling was indescribably moving.

She wanted to reach out and touch the baby’s hand but hesitated, afraid to hurt her.

Zhao Momo noticed her fond expression and smiled faintly. “It’s okay. You can touch her.”

Her tone held quiet sadness. After giving birth to a daughter, her mother-in-law had shown open disgust, and even her husband had been displeased. It had left her feeling crushed.

Now, seeing someone genuinely love her daughter filled her heart with warmth—and tears welled up again.

Just as Yu Yazhi was about to touch the baby’s tiny foot—the door opened, and Zhao Luoluo walked in. She froze at the sight of them. “Xuan-jie? Miss Yu? What are you doing here?”

“We came to see you.”

Ning Xuan frowned as she noticed the white bandage around Zhao Luoluo’s forehead, faintly stained with blood. “What happened? You’re hurt?”

Yu Yazhi, who had been focused entirely on the baby, finally looked up. Her soft expression turned serious. “What’s going on?”

Zhao Luoluo didn’t answer. Instead, she glanced coldly toward her sister’s mother-in-law.

Family shame shouldn’t be aired in public.

The woman, realizing what Zhao Luoluo might say, quickly tried to deflect. “Why are you still here? Go on, get busy. You little girl know nothing, yet you love to meddle.”

Zhao Luoluo had been holding her anger in all morning.

The night before, the two had actually gotten into a fight outside the delivery room. Zhao Luoluo had accidentally hit her head against the wall, suffering a mild concussion. She’d vomited for half an hour, and if her brother-in-law hadn’t stopped her, she would’ve beaten that so-called elder senseless.

Fortunately, her sister’s C-section went smoothly—both mother and baby were safe.

For the sake of her sister’s recovery, she’d swallowed her pride and avoided further conflict.

But now, hearing that woman’s snide tone again in front of guests—it was absolutely intolerable.

Zhao Luoluo’s fury finally erupted. “You’re right, I don’t know much,” she snapped, “but I do know what it means when a life’s on the line! If I hadn’t shown up last night, you would’ve forced her into natural labor—and if something had gone wrong, tell me, who would you have saved? The mother or the child?”

Her last words came out in a near-shout.

The woman looked away, guilty. “What are you talking about? Momo, say something to your sister!”

Zhao Momo’s heart broke. Tears welled again.

Yu Yazhi, sitting closest to her, quietly handed over a tissue. “You shouldn’t cry during confinement,” she said softly.

Her voice was calm but firm, her eyes filled with quiet strength—a presence that could steady anyone’s heart.

Zhao Momo forced a small smile, tilted her head back, and blinked away her tears.

Ning Xuan didn’t have time to rest either. Knowing that Zhao Luoluo was a firecracker who could explode at the slightest provocation, she quickly held her back.

“Luoluo, stop talking.”

She gestured toward the woman lying in bed and the newborn beside her.

Zhao Luoluo knew Ning Xuan meant well, but she still felt wronged. Seeing her sister in tears, she started crying too.

“Xuan-jie, they—they’re bullying us, just because we sisters don’t have parents or anyone to rely on.”

The middle-aged woman’s face twisted at that, as though Zhao Luoluo had dumped a bucket of filth over her head. She shot up in anger and snapped,

“Zhao Luoluo, stop spouting nonsense! You make it sound like I’ve committed murder! Your sister’s labor didn’t go smoothly—what if they’d had to do a C-section? You think it would’ve made a difference? And that ‘save the mother or the baby’ nonsense—what, does she think she’s giving birth to a golden heir for our Wu family?”

Her words were vicious, dripping with disdain for Zhao Momo for having given birth to a daughter.

Ning Xuan was so furious she nearly saw stars. She couldn’t hold back anymore and shot back,

“Are you kidding me? What century are we living in? You still think like this?”

She stepped closer, voice rising,

“What, you think your Wu family is sitting on mountains of gold? Or that you’ve got some kind of ‘superior genes’? That so-called ‘superior’ man of yours—where is he now? Leaving his wife and child behind, and you still have the nerve to bully them?”

Yu Yazhi, who had been quietly adjusting the baby’s blanket, lifted her head coldly and added in a cutting tone,

“Your so-called ‘superior genes’—in my eyes, that’s just garbage. Where’s your son? Tell him to get over here. Now.”

Her voice carried unmistakable authority, and her expression was thunderous.

The middle-aged woman flinched, shrinking back in silence.

“Waaah.”

The baby, startled by the shouting, burst into tears.

The room fell quiet.

Yu Yazhi gently picked the baby up and handed her back to Zhao Momo, who was still crying as she tried to nurse.

“Don’t cry,” Yu Yazhi said softly.

But in this moment, any comfort sounded hollow and weak.

Zhao Momo looked up at her through tears, her voice trembling.

“Sorry for making you witness such a scene. I must’ve embarrassed you.”

Then she turned to her sister.

“Luoluo, it’s almost noon. Take our guests out for lunch.”

Zhao Luoluo nodded quickly.

“Xuan-jie, Miss Yu, thank you both for coming. It’s about lunchtime—let’s eat together?”

Ning Xuan and Yu Yazhi exchanged a glance, wordlessly agreeing to follow her out of the ward.

As Zhao Luoluo walked ahead, Ning Xuan noticed bruises on her arm and faint marks on her neck—finger-shaped.

Her expression changed.

“Wait—what happened to you? Your forehead, and these bruises on your arm.”

Zhao Luoluo realized what she was referring to and sighed.

“It’s nothing serious. Just a mild concussion. The doctor told me to rest for a few days.”

Ning Xuan frowned and held up two fingers in front of her face.

“One plus one equals what?”

Zhao Luoluo stared at her.

“Xuan-jie, are you serious right now?”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

At this rate, it seemed like Ning Xuan was the one with the concussion.

Of course, Ning Xuan was perfectly fine—she was just trying to lighten the mood.

“Hey, I’m joking! Luoluo, don’t look so tragic. Come on, smile. When you go back to see your sister, smile more too. She wouldn’t want you to be unhappy because of her.”

Zhao Luoluo was so touched she started crying again.

“Xuan-jie, are you an angel? You’re getting more and more soft-hearted these days. Huhu, if you keep this up, I might fall in love with you.”

She spread her arms, clearly about to hug her.

Yu Yazhi saw it coming and immediately grabbed the back of Zhao Luoluo’s collar, yanking her backward.

“Calm down. Zhao Luoluo, this is a public place—watch your behavior.”

Zhao Luoluo sniffled, teary-eyed.

“Miss Yu, are you jealous?”

Yu Yazhi froze for a second, then—without answering—changed the subject neatly.

“You should go back. Take good care of your sister. If you need help, come to me. You’ll find I’m even more like an angel than your Xuan-jie.”

Zhao Luoluo: “…”

Why did that sound suspiciously like being silenced?

“But my sister told me to treat you both to lunch.”

“No need,” Yu Yazhi interrupted. “Your sister needs you more. Can you really feel at ease leaving her alone with that old shrew?”

Zhao Luoluo hesitated, but Yu Yazhi’s words made it impossible to refuse. She truly didn’t feel at ease leaving her sister—and her newborn niece—alone.

Ning Xuan chimed in,

“Go ahead. I’ll give you a week off—with pay.”

That made Zhao Luoluo cry again.

“Thank you, thank you so much.”

They chatted a while longer before finally parting ways.

“Xuan-jie, I’ll miss you!” Zhao Luoluo called out, turning back every few steps and even making a heart with her hands.

Yu Yazhi’s expression darkened immediately. She grabbed Ning Xuan’s hand and strode out of the hospital.

As they walked, Ning Xuan suddenly chuckled, unable to hold it in.

Yu Yazhi frowned slightly, though her tone was soft.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.”

“Really nothing?”

“Fine.”

Ning Xuan grinned and teased,

“Yazhi, do you know—you looked so serious holding that baby just now, anyone watching would’ve thought you were trying to steal her. If you like kids that much, why not have one yourself?”

Yu Yazhi stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and looked at her intently. Her eyes darkened.

“With who?” she asked quietly. “You?”