After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 41

Ning Xuan froze when she heard Yu Yazhi’s voice—realizing belatedly that her hand had just brushed against Yu Yazhi’s.

She quickly pulled back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

In her haste, she stepped back half a pace and accidentally bumped into a stool behind her. The sharp pain made her suck in a breath.

Hearing the sound, Yu Yazhi instinctively reached out in the dark, her senses heightened—but her hand met only empty air.

Then, suddenly, the lights flicked back on.

The glare was so bright that both of them squinted.

Fortunately, Ning Xuan had managed to steady herself by holding onto the chair, so she hadn’t actually fallen.

Seeing that she was unharmed, Yu Yazhi finally exhaled and relaxed.

She walked to the sofa, picked up her phone, and called property management to ask about the power outage.

The staff explained that it was due to circuit maintenance and repeatedly apologized.

Watching Yu Yazhi on the phone, her tone still tight with irritation, Ning Xuan quickly tried to smooth things over. “It’s fine, really. Routine maintenance—everyone’s just doing their job. Come on, let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

Yu Yazhi glanced at her and, seeing that she didn’t mind, let the matter drop.

In the past, Ning Xuan had always struck her as a bit proud and temperamental—probably because of her celebrity status. But now, she was so much more considerate. It was nice.

They resumed eating.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yu Yazhi studied Ning Xuan for a moment before speaking lightly. “Zhao Luoluo took a leave of absence. If it’s inconvenient for you, you can.”

Sensing where this was going, Ning Xuan hurriedly interrupted with a bright smile. “Not inconvenient at all! You have no idea—I’m super independent. I can handle myself just fine!”

Yu Yazhi arched a brow. “Is that so?”

Her expression darkened slightly.

She had originally planned to persuade Ning Xuan to move back into the villa so the housekeeper could look after her. But apparently, Ning Xuan had no intention of doing so. She seemed perfectly happy living on her own.

A free-spirited little wild horse.

Yu Yazhi’s gaze flickered, and she swallowed the words she’d been about to say.

Ning Xuan, meanwhile, ate without tasting much of anything.

Yu Yazhi normally ate lightly, but the fish Ning Xuan had made suited her palate.

By the end of the meal, both plates were spotless.

After dinner, Yu Yazhi took the initiative to collect the dishes and wash them.

Ning Xuan didn’t argue. Instead, she washed some fruit, freshly squeezed two glasses of orange juice, and set them on the coffee table.

To avoid awkward conversation, she pulled out her tablet and opened a martial arts training video that Shang Li had sent.

When Yu Yazhi finished in the kitchen and returned, she walked up behind Ning Xuan and saw the screen—an instructor and student demonstrating moves one-on-one. The sequence looked impressive but painful, and the two were standing very close.

Yu Yazhi glanced from the screen to Ning Xuan’s slender frame and couldn’t help thinking she didn’t have the build for this kind of training.

Ning Xuan, oblivious to her thoughts, stayed focused on the video.

In truth, she was only pretending to be busy—anything to look occupied and composed.

After all, she didn’t know how long Yu Yazhi intended to stay. Sharing the same space with her made Ning Xuan uncomfortably tense—especially since Yu Yazhi had been noticeably gentler today.

She couldn’t help but recall the moment last night when Yu Yazhi had helped remove her makeup—her heart had been pounding so fast she thought it might leap out of her chest.

“Not drinking?”

Yu Yazhi had sat down beside her, lifting a glass of juice to her lips.

Ning Xuan snapped back to her senses, quickly picking up her own glass. “I am, I am.” She took a sip and pushed the fruit platter toward her. “Want some fruit?”

Yu Yazhi picked up a toothpick, speared two strawberries, and tasted them. “They’re sweet. You should have some too.”

Ning Xuan obediently did as told.

The atmosphere grew strangely charged.

On-screen, the martial arts student was thrown hard to the ground; the instructor pinned him down by the shoulders, controlling his strength.

But the student refused to yield, struggling again and again—until he finally managed to reverse the position, pressing the instructor beneath him.

The movements were undeniably suggestive.

Yu Yazhi frowned. “So, the martial arts lessons are confirmed?”

Ning Xuan nodded. “Yep.”

“Your instructor—is it a man or a woman?”

“Hmm?”

“The instructor,” Yu Yazhi repeated, “male or female?”

“Female.”

“Alpha or Omega?”

“Uh. Alpha, I think.”

“I see. I’ll be going now.”

Having gotten her answer, Yu Yazhi stood up abruptly. She didn’t dare linger—afraid Ning Xuan might see through her thoughts if she stayed another second.

Ning Xuan quickly followed her to the door.

Only then did she realize something was off. Wait, could Yu Yazhi actually like her?

No way—she was just a cannon-fodder scummy Alpha!

Not knowing what else to say, she awkwardly blurted, “Drive safe.”

Yu Yazhi nodded. “Mm. You too—lock your doors and windows tonight. Don’t go out alone. And remind your new assistant to start soon.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

It’s over.

Completely over.

Something’s definitely off with Yu Yazhi!

Bang!

As soon as the door closed, Ning Xuan pressed her burning face with both hands, feeling her heart pound wildly in her chest. Excited and flustered, she whispered to herself.

Oh god, Yu Yazhi seems to like me!

The night was deep and still.

Yu Yazhi drove alone down the wide, empty road.

Stars scattered like sparks across the sky; streetlights glowed faintly over the earth.

She had to admit—when she saw Ning Xuan bustling about in the kitchen earlier that evening, for one fleeting moment, she’d had the illusion that maybe, just maybe, they could live a quiet, ordinary life together.

The next morning,

Ning Xuan was awakened by a knock on the door.

Yawning, she shuffled over and peered through the peephole. A petite young woman stood outside—probably an assistant—so she opened the door.

“Good morning, Sister Xuan!”

The new assistant’s face was flushed with excitement. She bowed once, then again. “My name is Luo Yuanyuan. Sister Yun sent me to be your temporary assistant. Please take care of me!”

Ning Xuan stretched lazily and smiled. “Good morning. Come in.”

Luo Yuanyuan stepped in, carrying breakfast.

While eating, Ning Xuan said gently, “Yuanyuan, right? Thank you for the breakfast. But I forgot to tell Sister Yun—I’ll be going to Dali Martial Arts Hall in Hengzhuang for closed training. They don’t allow assistants there.”

Luo Yuanyuan blinked, surprised. “Huh? It’s that strict?”

Ning Xuan nodded. “Yeah. It’s not about you. Once I finish training, if Luoluo still can’t come back, you can return then.”

Though a hint of disappointment flickered in Luo Yuanyuan’s eyes, she still smiled politely. “Okay. I’ll let Sister Yun know.”

“Thanks for coming all the way here,” Ning Xuan said, then suddenly remembered something. “Oh, wait.”

She went into the bedroom and came back with an unopened Armani lipstick gift set. “Here. I didn’t prepare anything since I didn’t know you were coming, so consider this a little welcome gift.”

Luo Yuanyuan waved her hands in panic. “No, no, that’s not necessary!”

Ning Xuan gently pressed it into her hands. “It’s just a small token. Please, take it.”

Still flustered, Luo Yuanyuan shook her head. “Really, I can’t.”

Ning Xuan hadn’t expected her to refuse so stubbornly and started to feel a bit awkward.

Luckily, Luo Yuanyuan quickly changed her tone. “Thank you, Sister Xuan. I just feel embarrassed accepting a gift when I haven’t done anything yet.”

Ning Xuan chuckled. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? I said it’s a welcome gift.”

After thanking her again and again, Luo Yuanyuan finally left, holding the gift.

Once she was gone, Ning Xuan tidied up a bit, packed her suitcase, and drove off toward Hengzhuang.

Hengzhuang was a two-hour drive from Shen City.

It was the largest film and television base in the country.

Director He’s new movie was likely to start shooting there soon.

The thought filled Ning Xuan with anticipation. She was determined to train hard and win that female spy role!

Meanwhile, morning rush hour traffic clogged the streets of Shenzhen City.

Yu Yazhi sat in the back seat, trapped in a jam.

Meng Xi, as usual, was driving and briefing her on the day’s schedule.

After several meetings at the SY International Hotel, Yu Yazhi returned to her office, sipping coffee and taking a short break.

Moments later, Meng Xi knocked and entered, looking slightly anxious. “President Yu.”

Yu Yazhi looked up. “Hm? What’s wrong?”

Meng Xi replied, “There’s news from the Yu Group. Young Master Yu’s itinerary today includes a trip to Nanshan.”

“Nanshan?”

Yu Yazhi’s eyes narrowed. “Why is he going there? Did you find out the reason?”

Don’t tell me he’s eyeing the Nanshan Hotel project again?

As she was thinking, Meng Xi continued, “Yes, I checked. He’s been hanging around the chairman a lot lately. Seems quite interested in the new branch. He didn’t get the SY International Hotel, so I bet he’s targeting the new one.”

That lined up perfectly with Yu Yazhi’s suspicions.

She pressed her fingers to her temple, half exasperated, half impressed at Yu Jiayan’s nerve.

The new hotel’s early-stage operations would be a massive challenge—even she found it daunting. Yet to Yu Jiayan, it was apparently just another game.

Was he pretending to be a fool, or was he actually one?

She decided it was probably the latter—after all, causing chaos was the only thing he excelled at.

Yu Yazhi picked up the proposal again, studied the analysis for a moment, then said decisively, “Book the next available flight. We’re going to Nanshan today.”

Meng Xi hadn’t meant to drag her along—she’d only mentioned the information about Yu Jiayan’s schedule.

But everyone at the company knew about the competitive tension between Yu Yazhi and Yu Jiayan. Even before joining the firm, Meng Xi had heard plenty of rumors. So, after joining, she made sure to keep tabs on things within the Yu family—not exactly spies, but enough to stay informed.

She booked a 2 p.m. flight.

Before heading out, Yu Yazhi stopped by her villa, packed a few essentials, and drove to the airport.

At Shenzhen City Airport,

Meng Xi picked up their boarding passes and walked over, smiling.

Yu Yazhi sat waiting, brows slightly furrowed, clearly preoccupied.

Sensing her mood, Meng Xi said softly, “President Yu, don’t worry. I’ve already spoken with Mr. Li in Nanshan. Young Master Yu hasn’t contacted him. Mr. Li knows we’re planning to purchase his land—he’s quite eager to cooperate.”

Yu Yazhi nodded.

She wasn’t really worried about Mr. Li backing out; he was satisfied with her offer.

What occupied her thoughts instead was a certain someone—Ning Xuan.

Should she tell her she was going on a business trip?

Yu Yazhi opened her phone and tapped Ning Xuan’s chat window. Their last message still lingered there: “No need to see me off.”

What should she even say?

There didn’t seem to be anything worth saying.

With a sigh, she turned off the screen and tried to clear her mind, watching the flow of travelers around her.

Then it struck her—she’d forgotten to ask where Ning Xuan was going to learn martial arts.

Or what kind of martial arts she was learning.

With those delicate arms and legs, what if she got hurt?

Just then the airport announcement called their flight to begin boarding.

Yu Yazhi heard it, stood up, and followed the flow of people toward the gate.

The issue wasn’t serious — once it was handled she’d be back tomorrow, so there was no need to send any messages.

Still, why hadn’t she messaged her? She returned home late last night and didn’t ask whether she got back safely.

“President Yu.”

“Hmm?”

Yu Yazhi snapped back to herself and nearly bumped into the cabin door.

Meng Xi looked worried. “President Yu, careful—are you feeling unwell?”

Yu Yazhi waved her hand. “No. I’m fine.”

She found her seat, sat down, and closed her eyes.

A little over two hours travel.

Fearing Yu Yazhi might be bored, Meng Xi took out a magazine she’d brought. “President Yu, want a look? It’s a travel magazine about Nanshan.”

Yu Yazhi opened her eyes, took it, and flipped through it casually.

Nanshan was a third-tier city, but several nearby attractions were under development — it looked promising for the future.

Meng Xi read along with her. The cabin was noisy around them, but Yu Yazhi’s world felt very quiet.

When that person was around, everything felt as if time had slowed to a gentle peace.

The magazine was finished in no time.

Meng offered one earbud. “President Yu, listen to something.”

The song was called “Always on Your Side.”

It was beautiful — the melody and the lyrics.

Meng Xi watched Yu Yazhi’s profile as the music played and murmured to herself, I wish I could always be by your side. Always by your side.

Yu Yazhi hadn’t been listening long when one earbud slipped out.

She didn’t put it back in; instead she pulled on an eye mask and fell asleep.

Once you fall asleep, time always seems to pass quickly.

At 4:20 p.m.,

The plane landed on time.

Meng Xi gently tapped Yu Yazhi’s shoulder. “President Yu, we’re here.”

Yu Yazhi woke, removed the eye mask, checked her watch, then took out a compact and retouched her makeup quickly.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Meng Xi looking at her and asked in surprise, “Did I talk in my sleep or.”

Meng Xi smiled lightly. “No. You just look beautiful even when you sleep.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Her sleeping posture was proper; Ning Xuan, by contrast, could twist like a pretzel.

Thinking of Ning Xuan — of kicking off the covers and talking in her sleep last night — made Yu Yazhi smile.

Meng didn’t understand. “President Yu? Something amusing?”

Yu Yazhi suppressed her smile and said softly, “Nothing.”

Meng Xi looked down and hid the disappointment in her eyes: she felt she understood Yu Yazhi less and less.

“Let’s go.”

“Right.”

They disembarked quickly.

Meng Xi hauled the luggage and called Mr. Li’s secretary.

By chance, he was in the arrivals hall holding a sign — he recognized them at a glance.

“Assistant Meng, over here.” Zhao Rencheng waved.

Zhao Rencheng was in his forties, sun-kissed skin, solid build, courteous with a faint local accent that didn’t diminish the presence he projected.

Meng Xi waved and walked over, exchanging pleasantries.

Yu Yazhi greeted him warmly, “Secretary Zhao, long time no see.”

Zhao bowed with a smile. “Indeed. Mr. Li has been asking after you — he regretted that last time the hosting fell short. He wants you to stay longer this time. Oh, and Mr. Li has a meeting he can’t miss today, otherwise he’d come pick you up himself.”

Yu Yazhi smiled faintly. “Mr. Li is too polite.”

They got into the car.

As he drove, Zhao enthusiastically pointed out the sights.

Yu Yazhi sat in the back, listening quietly, eyes fixed on the window.

They crossed a large bridge. Beyond it, a stretch of brilliant blue filled the view.

Yu Yazhi rolled down the window; the salty, slightly humid sea breeze slipped into her nose. She closed her eyes, savoring the soothing, comforting touch of the wind.

All the restlessness inside her eased.

The sea really did heal the spirit.

She liked Nanshan even more.

Nanshan lay by the sea and was rich in resources; the government had been investing in tourism development. So, it made perfect sense that SY International Hotel’s new branch was opening here.

She understood her father’s reservations — however lovely the environment, the area’s current development still didn’t match the market research standards expected by the group’s marketing department.

Still, she would convince them.

Yu Yazhi looked at the deep, vivid blue and took a deep breath, feeling renewed strength fill her.

【you tell lies

I read your heart.】

Her phone buzzed abruptly.

Yu Yazhi checked the caller ID — Yu Jiayan. Her good mood evaporated.

She hadn’t meant to pick up, but then thought: he was in Nanshan too; sooner or later they’d meet. So, she answered. “What is it?”

Her tone was impatient.

Yu Jiayan wasn’t offended; he chuckled, “Sis, nothing much. Just saying your plane’s too slow — my private jet’s been here for half an hour. Oh, and Mr. Li’s sitting right next to me, so you don’t need to come. I’ve already handled it.

“Our family has money, but we can’t pour it into the sea like you do. What a terrible location to pick for a new hotel — are you kidding me?”

He’d actually had his eye on the new hotel, but upon arrival he found the place rundown and backward.

He didn’t want to stay in such a backwater.

Because he didn’t want to stay, he also didn’t want Yu Yazhi to have it — so he sabotaged it.

Yu Yazhi didn’t know the whole story, but she was still furious.

She clenched her fists and ground out through her teeth, “Yu Jiayan, in my realm, you’re as good as dead!”