After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 49

“Dasheng!”

Ding Jie tapped the cat’s head.

“Look at what you’ve done! No dinner for you tonight!”

Dasheng truly had spirit. At once, he stretched out his chubby paw, bobbed his head, and acted cute.

Ning Xuan laughed, her heart softening.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Why fuss over a cat? Dasheng didn’t mean it.”

She rubbed his head affectionately.

“Right, Dasheng?”

But Dasheng wasn’t having it. He dodged her hand, rubbed his head against Ding Jie’s knee, then leapt up, wrapping his paws around her neck and licking her cheek with his tongue—intimate and affectionate.

It was impossible not to be charmed.

Ning Xuan adored him, clapping her hands softly and coaxing:
“Dasheng, come here, let me hold you.”

Dasheng ignored her, aloof as ever.

When Ning Xuan reached out to grab him, he immediately jumped down and ran off.

Ding Jie hurried after him.

“Dasheng! Don’t run around!”

Ning Xuan wanted to chase too, but remembering she had training soon, she suppressed the urge and returned to the hall.

Shang Li saw her come back and beckoned.

“Just about to call you, continue.”

Ning Xuan nodded and dutifully jumped onto the stage to resume practice.

Yu Yazhi sat in the rest area, sipping a cold drink and scrolling her phone.

On WeChat.

Meng Xi messaged:
President Yu, when are you coming back? Which flight? Should I pick you up?

Yu Yazhi thought for a moment before replying:
No rush. We’ll see.

She planned to stay one more night. Tomorrow’s departure could be decided tomorrow.

Urgent work, send to my email. The rest, I’ll handle when I return.

Yes.

After a long pause, Meng Xi sent another message:
President Yu, alone outside, please stay safe.

Thank you.

Yu Yazhi closed the chat and looked back at the stage.

Ning Xuan was flushed and sweating, pinned down by Shang Li.

Shang Li’s arm pressed against her neck as she instructed:
“Good, just like that, use your legs for strength.”

Ning Xuan tried several times, but failed to break free.

“Master Shang, mercy!”

Shang Li chuckled.

“In a real fight, begging won’t save you.”

Ning Xuan’s eyes flickered with mischief.

“In a real fight, I wouldn’t play fair.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like this.”

She suddenly tilted her head and bit at Shang Li’s wrist.

Seeing the fierce glint in her eyes, Shang Li quickly pulled back.

“Why are you biting? Are you a dog?”

Ning Xuan escaped her grasp, feeling triumphant. She grinned shamelessly, leapt forward, and clawed the air.

“Woof!”

Shang Li: “…”

This really was breaking the rules, adorably so.

Unable to deal with her, Shang Li called down to the audience:
“President Yu, take your little puppy home.”

Yu Yazhi had already been displeased. Their movements just now were far too intimate.

She wasn’t happy.

“Ning Xuan, come down.”

Seeing her sour expression, Ning Xuan stepped off the stage and approached cautiously.

“What’s wrong?”

She hadn’t done anything wrong, had she?

Yu Yazhi saw her nervousness and softened her tone.

“You’re a celebrity. Mind your image.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

What image problem? She was just training.

“Oh.”

She answered absently, glanced at the clock—it was already eleven.

“Master Shang, is class over?”

Shang Li suddenly changed her mind. Smiling sweetly, she said:
“Since you broke the rules, I’ll break mine. Ten minutes’ rest, then an extra hour of practice.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Nooo!

“Master Shang, I was wrong.”

“Mistakes come with consequences.”

“This consequence is too cruel.”

“Cruelty teaches lessons.”

Shang Li turned to Yu Yazhi, signaling with her eyes.

“President Yu, what do you think?”

She was giving Yu Yazhi a chance to speak up for Ning Xuan, an easy way to earn favor.

Yu Yazhi didn’t disappoint. She smiled.

“I think you’re right. But forcing growth too quickly is even harsher. Learning should balance work and rest.”

Shang Li nodded immediately.

“Fine. For President Yu’s sake, we’ll postpone the extra practice. Ning Xuan, thank your benefactor.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Something felt off.

She looked from Yu Yazhi to Shang Li, puzzled, but couldn’t figure it out.

Yu Yazhi smoothly changed the subject.

“Since we’re all here, let’s have a meal together.”

Shang Li raised a brow, smiling.

“Sure? You want me as the third wheel?”

Yu Yazhi hesitated.

“Maybe next time?”

Ning Xuan quickly interjected.

“No! Together means together!”

She had just been stolen a kiss by Yu Yazhi. Now that she’d calmed down, she realized things were moving too fast. Eating alone with her again, too nerve-racking.

“Master Shang, join us.”

She hooked her arm through Shang Li’s, murmuring softly:
“You’re the perfect third wheel. I’m afraid of the dark.”

Shang Li: “…”

Only now did she realize, were these two a plastic couple?

Yu Yazhi frowned at their linked arms. After a moment’s restraint, she stepped forward and pulled Ning Xuan’s arm away.

“Speak properly. Don’t get handsy. Your Master has a partner.”

Ning Xuan blinked in surprise.

“Ah? There’s a Master’s wife? Who?”

Shang Li tapped her forehead.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Ugh.

Stopping halfway through a story, truly hateful!

The three of them went out for hotpot, right next to Dali Martial Arts Hall.

Since Ning Xuan didn’t eat spicy food, they ordered a divided pot with both spicy and mild broth.

While waiting for the ingredients, Ning Xuan scrolled through Weibo, deliberately checking Zhu Shanshan’s page.

Sure enough, Zhu Shanshan had uploaded a video from the martial arts hall, captioned:
“The harder you work, the luckier you get. Keep going.”

The comments were full of praise:
• Wow, Shanshan looks so beautiful when she’s working hard. Always supporting her.

• Shanshan is my favorite actress. She radiates charm inside and out.

• Another day struck by Shanshan’s beauty!

• Director He, look at our Shanshan!

• Congratulations in advance to Shanshan for landing the role!

Her fans’ confidence was every bit as inflated as Zhu Shanshan’s own.

Ning Xuan nearly burst out laughing.

Yu Yazhi was chatting with Shang Li, but caught sight of her amusement.

“What’s so funny?”

Ning Xuan showed her the phone.

“I seriously suspect these are paid fans. Their flattery is embarrassing.”

Yu Yazhi glanced at it, quickly lost interest, and said flatly:
“Don’t waste time on that. Too much of it lowers your IQ.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She thought Yu Yazhi had a sharp tongue. But wasn’t entertainment news meant to entertain?

Soon the servers brought out the dishes.

Yu Yazhi picked up the communal chopsticks, dropping food into the pot as she asked:
“What do you want to eat?”

Ning Xuan pointed eagerly.

“Seaweed, enoki mushrooms, bok choy, lotus root, potatoes, beef slices, crab sticks.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

She watched her practically list everything and couldn’t help remarking:
“You could just say you’re not picky.”

Ning Xuan pouted.

“I’m really not picky.”

“And you’re not shouting about dieting anymore?”

“Master Shang said you need to eat well to have strength for training.”

Already starving, Ning Xuan grabbed her chopsticks as the broth bubbled.

“I’m famished. With my current exercise, I’ll burn all these calories anyway.”

Yu Yazhi watched her eat with relish and didn’t have the heart to dampen her mood.

But when she saw her edging into overeating, she reminded gently:
“Careful not to stretch your stomach. Once the training stops, you’ll regret it.”

Ning Xuan sobered.

“You’re right.”

She had indeed been eating more these past few days. Touching her stomach, she felt a bit of softness.

“Why didn’t you warn me earlier? It’s over. I must have gained weight.”

She put down her chopsticks, refusing to eat more.

Shang Li found her dramatics amusing and turned to Yu Yazhi.

“See? Talking like that at the table ruins her appetite. If she wants to eat, let her eat.”

Older and more mature, Shang Li treated Ning Xuan like a younger sister, smiling as she coaxed her.

“It’s fine, Ning Xuan. Your beauty has nothing to do with your figure.”

Ning Xuan looked serious.

“Then what does it depend on?”

Shang Li bit her chopsticks, thought for a moment, then said:
“Your face. Trust me, your face can handle anything.”

Yu Yazhi cut in mercilessly:
“If you really get fat, your face won’t be spared.”

Shang Li and Ning Xuan: “…”

Confirmed, she was truly sharp-tongued.

Ning Xuan began to wonder.

“Yazhi, do you have a grudge against Master Shang?”

Shang Li quickly shook her head.

“Believe me, I’ve never offended her.”

Yu Yazhi said coolly:
“Maybe not before, I don’t remember. But right now, I definitely don’t like the sight of you.”

Shang Li looked baffled.

“What did I do to offend you now?”

Yu Yazhi snorted.

“Figure it out yourself.”

Shang Li thought hard but couldn’t. She turned to Ning Xuan.

“How did I offend her?”

Ning Xuan was just as confused.

“She, she—”

After a moment, she leaned in and whispered her conclusion:
“Boss types are like that, moody and unpredictable.”

Shang Li, impressed, gave her a thumbs-up.

“Brilliant.”

Ning Xuan smiled modestly.

“You’ll understand once you spend more time with her.”

Shang Li, who had known Yu Yazhi for five years: “…”

Understand what?

Clearly, this was jealousy. My poor silly girl!

Yu Yazhi, jealous, frowned at their whispering.

“Shang Li, don’t corrupt her.”

Shang Li savored the words, smiling with a hint of provocation.

“Call her yours, see if she agrees.”

The air fell silent.

Ning Xuan: “…”

Suddenly, she wondered if bringing this third wheel along had been a mistake.