After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 45

Yu Yazhi picked up her phone, wondering if it had broken.

Knock, knock.

The sound of someone at the door broke the silence.

Meng Xi pushed the door open and walked in with a bright smile. “President Yu, the weather’s great today. I saw your post on Moments—how about taking a walk by the seaside? You’ve been working nonstop; it’s a rare chance to give yourself a break.”

Yu Yazhi seemed distracted, barely registering what Meng Xi was saying—until her phone buzzed in her palm.

She quickly glanced down: 10086.

Her expression fell in disappointment and irritation. That Ning Xuan! Not even a single message to check on me!

Meng Xi noticed something off in her demeanor. The smile on her face stiffened slightly. “President Yu, are youwaiting for someone’s call?”

“No. Of course not.”

A faint blush crept up Yu Yazhi’s cheeks as she denied it flatly, then hastily changed the subject. “I’m just a little worried about Yu Jiayan.”

Meng Xi didn’t call her out on the obvious lie. Keeping her tone light, she said, “Don’t worry, President Yu. I contacted the two security guards this morning. They said Young Master Yu isn’t in any real trouble—he’s gone to Dafu Village to seek help. Still, I think a little punishment is enough. If this drags on, Chairman Yu will start feeling sorry for him.”

The mention of her father’s indulgence toward Yu Jiayan made Yu Yazhi hesitate. For a brief moment, she considered having him brought back immediately—but the thought that he might see it as her backing down stopped her.

“Let’s wait a couple more days,” she decided. “If he can’t make it back to Shenzhen on his own, then we’ll send someone to fetch him.”

As she spoke, her fingers absentmindedly tapped against the phone screen in a steady rhythm.

The screen lit up.

Ning Xuan’s profile picture on WeChat sat there—silent.

Someone had liked her latest post, though.

Yu Yazhi opened the list of likes and spotted Ning Xuan’s name.

So, she just liked it casually?

Irritation flared in her chest.

She tapped into Ning Xuan’s Moments feed. The latest post was two selfies taken at the martial arts school, captioned:

“Don’t mind the people who look down on you. A smile is the most elegant form of revenge.”

Who exactly is she talking about?

Curiosity piqued, Yu Yazhi sent her a message:

[What are you up to?]

No reply came for a long time.

She didn’t know that Ning Xuan was in the middle of training.

Ning Xuan had been practicing all afternoon.

Zhu Shanshan had started alongside her, but after just twenty minutes, she’d claimed she wasn’t feeling well and retreated to her room.

Master Shang Li sighed and turned to Ning Xuan. “You need more practical combat experience. Come—let’s start.”

Her new sparring partner was a burly male Alpha. Out of misplaced chivalry, he hesitated to strike her, constantly dodging instead.

After a while, Ning Xuan felt like she was punching the air.

Shang Li, helpless, replaced him with a second-phase student. But that student accidentally landed a blow right on Ning Xuan’s face.

For an actress who literally lived off her looks—a face that was insured, no less—it was a disaster.

The student turned pale. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

No one else seemed suitable as a sparring partner after that.

Eventually, Ding Jie volunteered to step in. Ever the careful one, she went a few rounds with Ning Xuan, patiently offering pointers mid-fight.

Shang Li observed them with satisfaction and decided to leave Ding Jie as Ning Xuan’s regular training partner. She then went to check on Zhu Shanshan—only to overhear her on the phone at the door, complaining bitterly.

“This place is awful! Everyone’s so rough—barbaric! I don’t want to stay here anymore.”

“Don’t you miss me? I’ve only just arrived, and I already miss you.”

“Ning Xuan’s here too. Yeah, she’s acting, that’s all. Everyone can act. Do as you planned—I’ll listen to you.”

“Of course I’ll be good, just like I am in bed.”

The rest devolved into lewd talk.

Disgusted, Shang Li turned and walked away.

If she’s just here to put on a show, I won’t waste my attention on her.

When Shang Li returned to the training hall, Ning Xuan and Ding Jie were still locked in an intense sparring match.

Ning Xuan was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down her flushed face, her back soaked through.

But not once did she complain. Her gaze was focused, blazing with enthusiasm and a fierce desire to win.

She’d caught the spirit of martial arts—and even her whole aura had changed.

Around them, the other students had stopped to watch. Some began taking photos.

“Put your phones away,” Shang Li barked sharply.

Then she stepped forward and instructed, “Attack her lower body. Use your legs. Steady your breath—focus.”

Under Shang Li’s direction, Ning Xuan’s attacks grew increasingly aggressive.

Ding Jie, thrown off by Shang Li’s coaching from the sidelines, quickly lost her rhythm. “Master Shang, that’s cheating! You can’t just.”

Her protests fell apart as her defense did.

“It’s not fair! I give up!” she gasped, throwing up her hands.

Ning Xuan paused, catching her breath, and observed, “Ding Jie, your mental resilience really needs work.”

Shang Li sighed, exasperated. “If her mindset were solid, she wouldn’t still be stuck in Phase Two.”

Ding Jie blushed, muttering softly, “That’s a special case. I mean, who doesn’t get nervous facing you, Master Shang?”

Shang Li gave a tired wave of her hand. “Go do extra drills. If you’re still not past Phase Two by the end of the month, don’t say you’re my student.”

“Got it!”

Ding Jie winked playfully at Ning Xuan before dashing off.

Ning Xuan couldn’t help but laugh. “She looks absolutely terrified of you every time—like a mouse seeing a cat.”

Shang Li chuckled. “Funny thing is, she’s not afraid of cats at all. She actually keeps a Pallas’s cat at home.”

“Pallas’s cat?”

Ning Xuan’s eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously? Those cats are notoriously aggressive and territorial. They’re really not suitable as pets.”

What’s more, this species prefers living in grasslands, meadows, or forests—usually inhabiting rocky caves rather than human homes.

Shang Li nodded. “Yeah. But she somehow managed to raise one into a house cat.”

Ning Xuan was impressed. “She must really love cats.”

Her curiosity was piqued. “Master Shang, I think we don’t have training tonight, right? Can I go see it?”

Shang Li shrugged with a smile. “You’ll have to ask Ding Jie. That’s beyond my authority.”

Ning Xuan took that as approval and immediately called Ding Jie.

Ding Jie’s home wasn’t in Hengzhuang—it was in the city, over an hour’s drive away, not even counting potential traffic jams.

That was a bit discouraging.

She was already exhausted today, and the thought of spending two or three hours on the road completely dampened her enthusiasm.

Ding Jie understood and said, “I’ll record a video for you when I get home. If you really want to see it, I can bring it over tomorrow so you can play with it.”

Ning Xuan was touched, though she tried to stay rational. “Wouldn’t that be too much trouble? It’s a wild-tempered cat. Wouldn’t it get stressed in a new environment?”

Ding Jie shook her head. “It’s fine. It’s not afraid of strangers.”

Ning Xuan hesitated, then replied, “Let’s not trouble you. Just send me the video. Once training’s over, I’ll come by myself.”

After all, she was here to train, not to take a vacation.

Ding Jie didn’t press the issue, but inwardly, she’d already decided—she’d bring the cat tomorrow.

How could she not grant the goddess’s request?

Unaware of what Ding Jie was thinking, Ning Xuan said goodbye and went to the martial arts hall’s dining area.

The cafeteria was full of trainees.

Not seeing Shang Li with her, they immediately relaxed—as if freed from a leash—and enthusiastically surrounded Ning Xuan for greetings, autographs, and selfies.

Overwhelmed by their enthusiasm, Ning Xuan packed up her dinner and hurried back to her room.

Next door, Zhu Shanshan’s assistant, Liu Zi, was directing people to move things in.

Even though Zhu Shanshan was only staying two nights, the spoiled “Miss Zhu” was as picky as ever—ordering the entire room to be redecorated.

The sheets and blankets were replaced, the lighting adjusted, carpets rolled out from end to end, and fresh flower arrangements lined the hallway.

“Excuse us.”

Two men in black suits came by, each carrying a case of bottled water.

Ning Xuan glanced at the label—Kona Deep Seawater. Supposedly, this brand used water sourced from thousands of feet below the Hawaiian ocean surface, claimed to aid digestion, improve skin, relieve stress, and even help with weight management.

Each bottle cost nearly 3,000 yuan.

Tsk, tsk.

It really looked like Zhu Shanshan had come here for a vacation.

“Go back and tell him that two cases of water won’t buy my forgiveness.”

Zhu Shanshan’s haughty voice floated out from inside.

Moments later, she appeared—arms crossed, hair loose over her shoulders, wearing a barely-there camisole nightdress that showed off plenty of cleavage, flaunting her charms without restraint.

When Ning Xuan caught sight of her, she instantly averted her gaze—it was blinding—and quickly slipped into her own room.

But Zhu Shanshan followed her in, casting a disdainful look around the simple room. “Wow, this is so shabby.”

Ning Xuan didn’t bother arguing. She waved her hand dismissively. “See yourself out.”

She set her takeout on the coffee table, sat cross-legged on the floor, and opened her chopsticks.

Tonight’s meal even came with a small dessert.

Zhu Shanshan’s eyes widened at the three boxes of food. “You eat that much for dinner?”

Ning Xuan picked up a shrimp dumpling. “What’s it to you?”

Zhu Shanshan: “…”

Zhu Shanshan felt personally attacked—but she swallowed her temper and asked, “You’re here for Director He’s movie, aren’t you?”

Ning Xuan gave the same response. “What’s it to you?”

That did it. “Ning Xuan! What’s your problem? I’m trying to have a normal conversation and you’re being all passive-aggressive!”

Ning Xuan rubbed her ear, irritated. “I’m eating. Could you not ruin my appetite?”

That stung.

Zhu Shanshan nearly lost it, shouting, “You said I’m ruining your appetite? Ning Xuan, what’s that supposed to mean—are you insulting me?”

“So, what if I am?”

A cool, composed voice cut through the air.

Both women turned toward the door in shock.

Ning Xuan almost choked on her food, coughing before jumping to her feet. “You—what are you doing here?”

It was Yu Yazhi.

She had nearly boarded her flight—until, at the last moment, she decided to come here instead.

As for why?

Because she simply wanted to.

“Whose dog is that barking without a leash?”

With a cold face, she stepped inside. Seeing Ning Xuan still coughing, she reached out and gently patted her back.

Ning Xuan grew even more flustered and quickly moved aside. “I-I’m fine. You—please, sit.”

She gestured for her to sit down, glancing behind her in surprise when she didn’t see Meng Xi. “You came alone?”

Yu Yazhi nodded, her gaze falling on Ning Xuan’s dinner. Her stomach gave a faint growl.

Ning Xuan immediately handed her a pair of chopsticks. “Want to eat together?”

Yu Yazhi was just about to take them, but Ning Xuan snatched them back, hurried to the bathroom, gave them a thorough rinse, and ran back to hand them over again. “Washed. Clean now.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

It wasn’t like she thought she was dirty.

“Thanks.”

She took the chopsticks, picked up a shrimp dumpling, and was about to take a bite when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Zhu Shanshan still standing there. Her brows knit together. “Why are you still here?”

Zhu Shanshan was the type who fawned on the powerful and stepped on the weak.

She’d thought Yu Yazhi and Ning Xuan’s marriage was just for show, but judging from the scene in front of her, the two clearly shared real affection. She didn’t dare make trouble anymore.

“Haha, I didn’t expect President Yu to drop by so late,” Zhu Shanshan said with a forced smile, softening her tone. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I’ve got some red wine over there, if President Yu would like,”

“Get out.”

Just two words, but they were sharp enough to freeze the air.

Zhu Shanshan lowered her head and slunk away.

Watching her go, Ning Xuan couldn’t help thinking that Zhu Shanshan was the perfect example of someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

Then again, most people are like that.

As long as your status is high enough to be out of their reach, they won’t even dare to take a swing at you.

Silence settled over the room.

Yu Yazhi ate a shrimp dumpling, then asked casually, “She’s the one you didn’t like, huh?”

Ning Xuan blinked. “What?”

Yu Yazhi gave her a sidelong glance. “Your Moments post.”

Only then did Ning Xuan remember the post she’d made that morning. She quickly explained, “Oh—that. Yeah, sort of. She loves stirring up drama. Honestly, she’s just unpleasant.”

Yu Yazhi nodded, continued eating for a bit, and when she noticed Ning Xuan sitting there watching her, she picked up a shrimp dumpling and held it up to her lips.

That gesture—feeding her!

Ning Xuan was so nervous she forgot to open her mouth.

Yu Yazhi frowned slightly. “You don’t want it?”

Ning Xuan immediately opened her mouth and bit into the dumpling.

Of course she didn’t dare refuse.

Seeing her eat, Yu Yazhi suddenly seemed to discover the joy of feeding someone. She picked up a piece of sparerib next. “Open up.”

Ning Xuan took it obediently, chewing as a swirl of emotions filled her chest—nervousness, panic, but also a strange, delicate happiness.

Being fed by a beauty, and this same beauty had just stood up for her moments ago.

So, this is what it feels like to be protected?

Wait—was she falling in love?

Her thoughts were drifting when Yu Yazhi suddenly asked, “Do you know how I deal with people I don’t like?”

The change in topic was so abrupt that Ning Xuan froze. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Yu Yazhi said matter-of-factly, “I stripped Yu Jiayan of all his assets and dumped him in Dafu Village at the foot of Nanshan.”

Ning Xuan gawked. “What? Won’t something happen to him?”

That pretty idiot probably didn’t even know how to take care of himself!

If he got hurt, Father Yu would definitely take issue with it.

And if Yu Jiayan decided to accuse her of harming him over inheritance rights.

God, she didn’t even want to imagine the consequences.

The more she thought about it, the tighter her expression became.

Yu Yazhi noticed the worry in her face and couldn’t help feeling delighted. Clearly, this woman did care about her.

“Don’t worry,” she said lightly. “I’ve got people watching him. I just wanted to teach him a lesson. He nearly ruined one of my deals.”

She briefly explained what had happened with Yu Jiayan in Nanshan.

Ning Xuan still looked uneasy. “Even if he was wrong, you acted too impulsively. You should probably tell your dad before Yu Jiayan twists the story and tattles on you. Go—uh, go make amends while you can.”

Yu Yazhi wasn’t particularly afraid of her father’s scolding. Seeing Ning Xuan so nervous on her behalf, she found it amusing and teasingly asked, “How do you suggest I make amends, then?”