After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 46

Ning Xuan thought carefully for two minutes, then said with a serious expression:
“Here’s what you do. Handwrite The Seven-Step Verse—the one by Cao Zhi:
‘Boiling beans with beanstalks, the beans weep in the pot. Born of the same root, why torment each other so urgently?’

That will show you still remember the bond of siblings.”

Yu Yazhi laughed:
“So I’m supposed to say that while I cherish the bond of siblings, I also abandoned my younger brother in a small mountain village?”

Ning Xuan nodded:
“Exactly. You just explain it as helping him grow and transform. You know Shakespeare, right? He once said: ‘Because I love you, I must hurt you. Because I want to make you great, I must punish you.’ So, this is punishment born of love.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

She almost felt convinced.

But.

“What kind of strange reasoning is that? Are you sure Shakespeare ever said such a thing?”

“Is that really the point right now?”

Ning Xuan grew anxious on her behalf:
“Just hurry up and explain it to your father!”

Yu Yazhi calmly picked up a slice of meat and slipped it into her mouth:
“Eat first.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

So, this was the classic case of the emperor not being anxious, but the eunuch is.

Yet she really was anxious:
“What exactly were you thinking? Did you truly think it through before doing this?”

Yu Yazhi nodded:
“I did. I thought it over carefully and still decided to put him in his place.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Well, she had nothing more to say:
“As long as you’re happy.”

Yu Yazhi beamed:
“I came all this way, doesn’t that make you happy?”

Ning Xuan was indeed a little happy.

But alongside that happiness was a deeper unease, why had Yu Yazhi come? Was she pursuing her? What should she do? She did like her, yes, but she had never planned to make a move. How could the heroine possibly belong to a mere supporting character?

The more she thought about it, the more unsettled she became. Even the food in her mouth lost its flavor.

“Um, Yazhi, weren’t you on a business trip?”

Please, just say you came by coincidence.

Yu Yazhi couldn’t hear her inner plea. She smiled and said:
“The trip ended, so I came straight here.”

Ning Xuan scratched her head, forcing a smile:
“Pretty sudden.”

Yu Yazhi looked at her with a hint of meaning:
“Suddenness is what makes it a surprise.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She had no way to respond to that.

So, she forced a laugh and kept eating.

The two of them fed each other for more than ten minutes, finishing dinner together.

When Ning Xuan saw that Yu Yazhi intended to stay the night, she laid out the bedding and said:
“You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Yu Yazhi frowned:
“You don’t want to share the bed with me?”

“Haha, how could that be?”

Ning Xuan racked her brains for an excuse:
“My sleeping posture is terrible. I’m afraid I’ll disturb you at night.”

Yu Yazhi shook her head:
“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

You don’t mind, but I do!

“If you don’t want to share the bed with me, just say so.”

Yu Yazhi’s voice was light and airy, as if she truly didn’t care where she slept.

Ning Xuan, however, dared not refuse again:
“Haha, no, that’s not it. We’re comrades-in-arms. Remember what The Book of Songs says? ‘How can one say we have no clothes? We share the same robe. When the king raises his army, I’ll repair my spear and halberd. Together we fight the enemy!’”

She dressed up their relationship as that of comrades united against Yu Jiayan, the common foe.

How sharp was Yu Yazhi?

Of course, she could see through Ning Xuan’s unnaturalness and her attempts to avoid her.

After all, their relationship hadn’t been harmonious before, Yu Yazhi truly hadn’t treated her well.

But now, it wasn’t too late. There was still room to turn things around.

“Well said. If you hadn’t reminded me, I would have forgotten that I don’t have any clothes to wear.”

“Ah?”

“The place I went on my business trip didn’t have good living conditions, so I donated all my clothes.”

Yu Yazhi was telling the truth, she had not only given away the clothes she brought, but also donated five million yuan to support the protection of women and children.

Hearing this, Ning Xuan finally noticed that she really didn’t have a suitcase with her, only a small bag containing a tablet, phone, wallet, and cosmetics.

“If you don’t mind, you can wear my clothes.”

As she spoke, Ning Xuan opened her suitcase to fetch some clean clothes.

Just then, Zhu Shanshan appeared, pushing a mobile clothing rack piled high with garments, many of them still with the tags attached.

“President Yu, I’ve got clothes here. All brand new, never worn.”

After returning to her room, Zhu Shanshan had grown bored. At the same time, she didn’t want to miss the chance to get close to Yu Yazhi, that towering figure. She wasn’t plotting anything in particular, just wanted to show her face and make herself known. After hesitating for a while, she finally stepped out, wandered the hallway, and overheard the two women talking. Seizing the moment, she enthusiastically wheeled over her clothes.

As the saying goes: one doesn’t slap a smiling face.

Seeing Zhu Shanshan’s enthusiasm, Yu Yazhi couldn’t very well keep a cold face, but she still declined politely:
“Thank you, but no need. I’ll wear my wife’s clothes. However—”

Remembering that their earlier conversation might have been overheard, her expression hardened:
“Were you just eavesdropping on us?”

Zhu Shanshan hurried to explain:

“No, I only just came out. I happened to hear you mention not having clothes.”

In truth, she had intended to eavesdrop, but once outside she only caught the part about clothes.

Even so, Yu Yazhi’s face remained stern:
“Miss Zhu, please don’t wander around in front of me.”

Zhu Shanshan was left embarrassed, her face flushing red. Without saying another word, she pushed the clothing rack away.

What was she acting so arrogant for?

If not for the Yu family’s name, who would even bother with her?

Just as annoying as Ning Xuan!

She didn’t want to stay here for even another minute.

“Ahhh!”

She was raging inside, stormed back to her room, and in her fury smashed a pile of things.

The noise even drew Shang Li over. Taking in the mess, she glared and shouted:
“Miss Zhu Shanshan, you’ve just destroyed private property!”

Zhu Shanshan immediately tore out a check and thrust it forward:
“Here! Is this enough?”

It was for a full five hundred thousand.

Shang Li took the check, but without even glancing at it, tore it up on the spot:
“Miss Zhu, money is not omnipotent!”

Zhu Shanshan: “…”

She felt utterly insulted, her anger boiling over as she shouted:
“You, you all!”

Everyone was bullying her!

“Liu Zi! We’re leaving, right now!”

She turned into a shrieking chicken once again!

Shang Li didn’t bother to stop her and simply let her come and go as she pleased.

Ning Xuan heard the commotion and held back at first, but when she later heard things being moved around, she realized it was serious. She stepped out and asked:
“Master Shang, this—”

Seeing her come out, Shang Li quickly pushed her back toward her room and followed inside.

“President Yu—”

She first greeted Yu Yazhi, then added:
“Zhu Shanshan is putting on airs without even looking at where she is. Does she think this place is a film set? Her fame isn’t that great, but her temper certainly is.”

Those who practice martial arts naturally carry a kind of fearless boldness.

Ning Xuan voiced her concern:
“She won’t go out and start talking nonsense, will she?”

After all, she was a celebrity, every move she made could attract attention.

If Zhu Shanshan were to post negative remarks about Dali Martial Arts Hall online, it could very well affect its future development.

Shang Li understood her concern and gave a dismissive smile:
“Don’t worry. She doesn’t have that kind of ability.”

Seeing this, Ning Xuan said no more.

Shang Li was more measured than she was.

“It’s getting late. I won’t disturb you two any longer.”

Before leaving, Shang Li glanced at Yu Yazhi and smiled:
“President Yu, since it’s rare for you to come by, let me host a welcome dinner for you tomorrow.”

Yu Yazhi waved her hand with a smile:
“No need. I prefer peace and quiet.”

Shang Li teased:
“Looks like President Yu only wants Ning Xuan to keep her company. But Ning Xuan, take it easy, you’ve got training tomorrow.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

The topic had suddenly turned ambiguous, even dangerous.

Her face flushed red. She wanted to explain, but couldn’t. All she could do was scratch her head awkwardly and give a silly smile.

Shang Li left shortly after.

The room grew quiet.

The neighboring room was noisy for a while, then settled back into silence.

Ning Xuan went to take a look, then returned and said:
“Zhu Shanshan hasn’t left.”

Yu Yazhi, as if she had already expected it, replied calmly:
“She’s just putting on a show.”

Ning Xuan agreed wholeheartedly:
“Exactly. Some people just don’t know their own limits.”

Yu Yazhi glanced around the room and added:
“And some people see things very clearly.”

She felt that Ning Xuan had measured herself against her quite precisely.

In the past, Ning Xuan had loved taking advantage of her, but now she stubbornly refused to take even the smallest benefit.

All for the sake of landing a film role, she had come here to endure hardship.

Ning Xuan felt that Yu Yazhi was talking about her, though she couldn’t quite understand why she said it that way.

It was the perfect case of not seeing clearly when you’re in the middle of things.

“Since we just ate, would you like to go for a walk?”

Whenever Ning Xuan was alone in the same room with her, the pressure felt overwhelming.

Yu Yazhi, however, thought simply being with her was enough, and nodded:
“Sure.”

The two of them went out for a walk to help digest their meal.

Ning Xuan led her to the garden to admire the flowers:
“There are so many epiphyllums here. Too bad they haven’t bloomed yet.”

She glanced at the time, it was nine o’clock in the evening, the very hour when epiphyllums usually bloom.

Would they blossom tonight?

A night breeze drifted through.

The flower leaves swayed gently.

The epiphyllum had not yet bloomed; a few delicate buds nestled among the long, slender green leaves.

“This looks like, it’ll take quite a while.”

Yu Yazhi estimated it might be another week before they opened.

In a soft voice, Ning Xuan said:
“I hope they’ll bloom by the time I leave.”

Seeing her faint disappointment, Yu Yazhi paused, then asked:
“Do you really like epiphyllums?”

Ning Xuan nodded.

“Mm. I really like them. The epiphyllum blooms only for a fleeting moment, its beauty vanishes quickly. It’s a reminder to cherish time and live in the present.”

Yu Yazhi said nothing, but picked up her phone and sent a message to Meng Xi:
Buy a few pots of epiphyllums for my villa. Something like—

Pausing mid-edit, she turned to ask Ning Xuan:
“How long will you be training here?”

Leaning against the railing, Ning Xuan reached out to brush the epiphyllum’s leaves.

“About a week.”

Hearing that, Yu Yazhi resumed typing:
the kind that will bloom in a week.

She tapped send.

Meng Xi quickly replied:
President Yu, why the sudden interest in epiphyllums? Do you need them for something, or are they meant as a gift for someone?

Yu Yazhi answered simply:
No. I just suddenly grew fond of them.

It took quite a while before Meng Xi responded again:
Understood.

Having given her instructions, Yu Yazhi put away her phone and turned her head to gaze at the person not far away.

Under the moonlight, Ning Xuan wore her hair in a bun, with a few loose strands falling gracefully. Her skin was porcelain-white, her cheeks smooth and defined. Her eyes were lowered, long lashes trembling, lips faintly curved. Her profile was breathtaking—pure and ethereal, almost otherworldly.

“Ning Xuan.”

Yu Yazhi couldn’t help but call her name.

Ning Xuan turned her head, her eyes bright, her smile pure and beautiful.

“What is it?”

Yu Yazhi’s heart skipped wildly. She quickly averted her gaze, forcing herself to appear calm.

“Nothing. I just feel tired. I’d like to head back.”

Though Ning Xuan felt a little reluctant, she still said softly:
“Then let’s head back.”

The two of them started walking back.

On the way, they happened to encounter a couple ahead, locked in a passionate embrace beneath the shadows of the trees.

Their fiery enthusiasm was enough to set one’s blood racing.

At the very least, Ning Xuan found herself restless and unsettled.

The night was already stifling and restless.

Feeling both uncomfortable and embarrassed, she quickly tugged Yu Yazhi along a detour.

But in the process, she lost her way.

Yu Yazhi, being new here and unfamiliar with the paths, simply followed her in circles.

When they finally ended up back at the starting point again, Yu Yazhi could no longer hold back:
“If you’re lost, just call Shang Li and have her come guide us.”

The garden was thick with plants, and the mosquitoes were relentless, she felt as though they were about to eat her alive.

Ning Xuan, with her slight night blindness, looked around the maze-like garden and realized she was truly lost.

But to admit it would be far too embarrassing.

As she hesitated, Yu Yazhi simply called Shang Li:
“Yes, we’re lost. Come over and guide us.”

Hearing how familiar their conversation sounded, Ning Xuan waited until Yu Yazhi hung up before asking:
“You and Master Shang are close?”

Yu Yazhi nodded.

“Fairly. I invested some money in this martial arts hall.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Her capitalist footprints were everywhere.

No wonder Shang Li dared to treat Zhu Shanshan that way.

So that was it, backed by a powerful mountain, she had nothing to fear!

“I’ve never heard you mention it.”

“You never asked.”

They had married in a flash, knowing far too little about each other.

With that thought, Yu Yazhi said:
“Here’s your chance, you can ask me anything now.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Thanks.

But she didn’t really want to know how capable Yu Yazhi was.

Because she would only grow jealous.

Seeing her silence, Yu Yazhi took the initiative to speak:
“I graduated from university at eighteen. For two years I lived the life of a spoiled heiress, until I accidentally came into contact with some young entrepreneurs. Back then, I had money and no idea how to spend it. Watching them struggle to raise investments was pitiful, so I casually handed out some pocket money. Shang Li was one of them, doing only moderately well.”

Ning Xuan was already feeling jealous. She had heard from Ding Jie that Dali Martial Arts Hall monopolized the martial arts stunt market in Hengzhuang. Not only did they recruit disciples, but they also supplied stunt doubles and private bodyguards, with annual profits reaching eighty million. And that was considered “moderately well”?

“So, what about the ones who did well?”

“The successful one is in medicinal herbs, apparently cultivating saffron. But it only turned profitable last year. Before that, the losses were so bad I started questioning my life.”

“I want to hear how you started doubting life itself.”

She was shaken, this woman truly lived up to being the heroine! Like a lucky koi spirit attached to her. She wanted to hug her, to soak up some of that blessed aura.

Yu Yazhi saw Ning Xuan’s bright eyes fixed on her, mistaking it for genuine interest, and continued:
“Her name is Zhong Qiu, a female omega—delicate and fragile, like she’d topple over with a single gust of wind. I pitied her, so I invested five million. The first year, it was a total loss. The second year, I invested another ten million—again, lost everything. By the third year, I refused to continue. But she clung to me, camped at my villa for half a month. I thought she had resilience, so I invested another ten million. Still, it was wiped out. By the fourth year, I swore I wouldn’t do it again. Then she staged a suicide attempt right in front of my villa—completely unhinged. She even stabbed herself in the heart. I had no choice but to invest another ten million.”

Ning Xuan listened, her heart pounding in shock.

“And then?”

“Then she succeeded.”

It was Shang Li who spoke.

She approached from afar, clearly familiar with the story, and continued:
“The saffron she cultivated was of excellent quality. It quickly dominated the domestic market and even sold abroad, bringing in a net profit of two hundred million a year. In short, she was very successful.”

Yu Yazhi, however, held a different view:
“Successful, yes—but her mental state is highly unstable. I’ve already sent her to four different psychiatrists.”

Shang Li chimed in at just the right moment with praise:
“That’s why there’s no investor better than you.”

Ning Xuan hadn’t expected Yu Yazhi to have such a story and couldn’t help but give her a thumbs-up.

Alongside her admiration, curiosity stirred:
“How is she now? Has her mental state improved?”

No one answered.

The atmosphere turned strangely heavy.

A sense of foreboding crept over Ning Xuan.

“What happened to her?”

Yu Yazhi’s expression grew solemn.

“Dissociative identity disorder. She’s still undergoing treatment in the hospital.”

Ning Xuan hadn’t expected such an outcome.

“Ah? It’s that serious?”

Yu Yazhi nodded, took her hand, and followed Shang Li forward.

“This way.”

Shang Li led them out of the maze, then casually shifted the topic:
“What are you two doing wandering around so late at night instead of playing games in bed?”