After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 50

Yu Yazhi looked over.

Under her gaze, Ning Xuan felt immense pressure.

“Uh, um. I’ll just go to the restroom.”

She fled, embarrassingly, using the excuse of a bathroom break.

Watching her leave, Shang Li withdrew her gaze and turned to Yu Yazhi.

“She’s afraid of you.”

That remark irritated Yu Yazhi. She could sense Ning Xuan’s subconscious mix of flattery and distance.

“What did you do to her?”

Shang Li was genuinely curious.

“To scare someone like that?”

Yu Yazhi took a sip of water, annoyed.

“I didn’t do anything.”

Shang Li raised her brows, clearly unconvinced.

Yu Yazhi didn’t want to discuss herself further, so she changed the subject.

“How’s Zhong Qiu?”

Shang Li shook her head.

“No idea.”

“You really don’t know?”

Shang Li fell silent. She didn’t want to talk about herself either.

So, the topic shifted back to Ning Xuan.

“She likes Director He’s drama,” Shang Li said. “Help her out. I believe you can make it happen.”

Yu Yazhi nodded.

“I already spoke to him.”

Shang Li was surprised.

“Well, well, doing good deeds without taking credit.”

Yu Yazhi continued.

“I heard you’re hired as the martial arts coach. Keep an eye on her for me, but keep your distance.”

Shang Li rolled her eyes.

“What are you thinking? I treat her like a younger sister.”

Yu Yazhi sneered.

“If I recall correctly, you said the same about Zhong Qiu.”

Shang Li: “…”

Nothing was more uncomfortable than dredging up old emotional debts. That was why they rarely kept in touch.

Silence fell again.

When Ning Xuan returned, she sensed the odd atmosphere between them.

“What’s going on with you two?”

Shang Li stood up with a hearty laugh.

“You’re full, right? As host, I’ll go settle the bill.”

After paying, the three walked back to Dali Martial Arts Hall.

Noticing Shang Li’s poor mood, Ning Xuan lagged a step behind and whispered to Yu Yazhi.

“What’s wrong with Master Shang?”

Yu Yazhi answered simply:
“Heartbreak.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Her curiosity was piqued again, but she knew this wasn’t the time for gossip.

Afternoon Training

Perhaps distracted by heartbreak, Shang Li was absent-minded. During sparring practice with Ning Xuan, she even got hit in the face.

Ning Xuan panicked.

“Sorry, Master Shang! Are you okay?”

Shang Li shook her head.

“I’m fine. Your little fists don’t have much power.”

But the bruise at the corner of her mouth was obvious.

Feeling guilty, Ning Xuan ended training and ran to the cafeteria to fetch an egg, planning to roll it over the bruise.

Shang Li was busy correcting another student when she saw Ning Xuan approach with the egg. She laughed.

“This is nothing. Don’t spread that fussiness to me. I’m busy.”

She waved her off. Ning Xuan left the egg behind and quietly departed.

She went back to the cafeteria, got meals for two, and returned to the room.

Yu Yazhi was working. She had been busy all afternoon, but put away her computer when Ning Xuan came back.

“I accidentally hurt Master Shang during training,” Ning Xuan confessed as soon as she entered.

Yu Yazhi sat cross-legged on the carpet, looking at her calmly.

“And then?”

Ning Xuan set the food on the table.

“Then her mouth bruised.”

She handed Yu Yazhi a pair of chopsticks.

Yu Yazhi accepted, opened them, picked up a piece of tofu, and asked as she ate:
“That’s it?”

Chewing on a slice of lettuce, Ning Xuan nodded.

“That’s it.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

That’s all?

She rubbed her forehead.

“I thought you’d crippled her.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Lowering her head, she picked at her food, murmuring softly.

“I wish I had that kind of strength.”

“Achoo!”

Yu Yazhi sneezed, wiped her nose with a tissue, and tossed it into the trash bin, already filled with crumpled tissues.

Ning Xuan frowned.

“Are you sick?”

“Maybe someone’s thinking of me.”

Yu Yazhi pressed another tissue under her nose.

In truth, she was probably having an allergic reaction. Her nose had been uncomfortable all afternoon—sneezing, runny nose, itchy skin.

Ning Xuan studied her closely, lifted her hair, and saw red patches on her cheek and neck.

“You’re having an allergic reaction!”

“It’s nothing serious.”

Yu Yazhi dismissed it.

“Eat your dinner. I asked Ding Jie to buy me medicine.”

Ning Xuan relaxed a little.

“When? Why isn’t she here yet?”

“Right now.”

Yu Yazhi picked up her phone and dialed.

“Ding Jie, right? I’m having an allergic reaction. Bring me some medicine.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

This woman really didn’t take her allergy seriously.

“How can you act like nothing’s wrong when you’re clearly having an allergic reaction?”

Upset, Ning Xuan put down her chopsticks and headed for the door.

Yu Yazhi quickly stood up and caught her hand.

“Really, it’s fine.”

She was deliberately playing the victim—because she liked Ning Xuan’s concern, liked being the center of her attention.

But Ning Xuan didn’t know that. To her, Yu Yazhi was simply disregarding her own health.

Given how much she worked, Ning Xuan assumed she was just forcing herself to endure it for the sake of her job.

“Do you realize a severe allergy can lead to shock?”

She shook off Yu Yazhi’s hand and walked out again.

Yu Yazhi had no choice but to follow her to the pharmacy.

Fortunately, it wasn’t far—just a twenty-minute taxi ride from the martial arts hall.

But during those twenty minutes, Ning Xuan didn’t say a single word. The silence was agonizing.

At the pharmacy, Ning Xuan bought her medicine, ordered a cup of water, and made her take it on the spot.

Yu Yazhi obediently swallowed the pills.

“Still angry?”

Ning Xuan said nothing, simply got back into the car.

They returned to find the food cold.

Ning Xuan didn’t eat. She tidied up, then called Shang Li to arrange a new room.

Yu Yazhi realized Ning Xuan was angry.

But over something as trivial as an allergy?

In truth, Ning Xuan was using the situation as an excuse to change rooms, so she wouldn’t have to share a bed.

She didn’t want another sleepless night.

Yu Yazhi’s warmth made her nervous, unsettled.

She had never been in love, never imagined being romantically involved with Yu Yazhi.

All she wanted was to be comrades-in-arms.

Faced with this shifting relationship, she didn’t know how to handle it, so she chose to retreat.

“If you’re hungry, order takeout. I’m tired, I’ll rest now.”

Ning Xuan helped her make the bed, then returned to her own room.

Yu Yazhi watched her back, thought for a while, and slowly began to understand.

Shang Li, however, was clueless. Leaning against the door, she asked:
“What happened between you two?”

Yu Yazhi pressed her temples and muttered:
“The little puppy wants to run away.”

Shang Li: “…”

She couldn’t help but pity Ning Xuan.

“Only now she thinks of running? That’s a slow reaction.”

Yu Yazhi sighed.

“Coward.”

It wasn’t just about herself, it was about Ning Xuan too.

Back in her room, Ning Xuan locked the door.

She showered, applied a face mask, and lay on the bed.

But Yu Yazhi’s image kept flashing through her mind.

Before leaving, Yu Yazhi had seemed on the verge of saying something.

What had she wanted to say?

It was maddening.

Frustrated, Ning Xuan logged onto a forum and posted:
Urgent: Contract marriage, what if the other person starts taking it seriously?

Replies flooded in:

• Ooh, interesting. Tell us your story.

• Waiting patiently.

• Waiting patiently #1!

• Another one just trying to get attention!

• Stay on topic, the OP is asking sincerely.

• I went through the same last year. Trust me, the “fake becomes real” rule is legit.

But none of it was useful advice.

Disappointed, Ning Xuan closed the page.

Just then, Zhao Luoluo sent a message:
Xuan-jie, how are you? How’s training at Dali Martial Arts Hall? Getting used to it? I saw Zhu Shanshan posting on Weibo—netizens are rallying behind her, trying to pressure Director He into giving her the role. Should we do something? Reply when you see this.

Ning Xuan read it, then sent her a video call. When Zhao answered, Ning Xuan’s first question was:
“Luoluo, do I look like I’ve gained weight?”

She held the phone at a distance, lying flat on the bed.

Her lavender nightdress slipped with the movement, revealing a teasing glimpse of her curves.

Zhao Luoluo, envious, said:

“Mm. You’ve gained weight. Especially your chest—it’s bigger. Xuan-jie, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

The “flat princess” showed her jealousy.

But Ning Xuan hadn’t meant to flaunt anything. She switched to voice chat and changed the subject.

“Anyway, seriously—I’ve just been eating more these days, worried I’ll get fat. Forget it. As for Zhu Shanshan, don’t bother. I don’t see her as competition. If Director He chooses her, then his drama isn’t worth doing.”

Zhao Luoluo had nothing more to say. Coincidentally, her baby started crying.

She quickly excused herself, hung up, and went to feed the child.

Ning Xuan ended the call, but Zhu Shanshan’s words lingered. She couldn’t resist checking her Weibo again.

And there it was, trending at the top: Zhu Shanshan, Director He’s new drama.

Thousands of fans were recommending Zhu Shanshan for the role.

Comments flooded in:

Director He, look at our Shanshan! She’s perfect, who else could be the female lead?

Ning Xuan recalled past news. Zhu Shanshan had pulled this stunt time and again, never tiring of it.

That kind of trending spot must have cost a fortune.

Her mask timer went off.

She peeled it off, tossed it in the trash, washed her face, applied toner and lotion, then lay back down.

But she couldn’t sleep.

Something felt missing.

She stared at the ceiling light, got up, and switched it off.

Darkness fell.

Still, she couldn’t sleep.

Something was missing.

She opened her eyes, got up again, turned the light back on, lit some incense, then switched the light off and lay down once more.

Gradually, drowsiness crept in.

But her sleep was restless.

She woke and drifted off several times, until finally it was seven in the morning and she still couldn’t get out of bed.

She wanted to sleep in.

But someone knocked at the door. Knock, knock.

“Who is it?”

She turned over in bed.

Then Yu Yazhi’s voice came through:
“Ning Xuan, it’s me. My flight’s at eight. I’m leaving now. Take care of yourself, and call me if you need anything.”

Bang!

Ning Xuan jolted upright as if shocked, jumped barefoot out of bed, and opened the door with messy hair.

“You’re leaving now? Why so sudden?”

Yu Yazhi didn’t answer directly, instead asked:
“Not angry anymore?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She hadn’t been angry at all.

Instead, she felt that Yu Yazhi’s abrupt departure was because of her—like a friend traveling thousands of miles to see her, only to be met with coldness and sent away.

“Um.”

She scratched her hair, unable to explain her odd behavior the night before, and quickly changed the subject.

“You’re leaving so urgently, is it because of work?”

Yu Yazhi smiled faintly.

“Something like that.”

Ning Xuan nodded.

“Then let me take you to the airport.”

“No need. You should rest.”

Yu Yazhi picked up her bag and glanced at Shang Li, who was coming upstairs.

“Someone’s already taking me.”

Ning Xuan saw Shang Li too, but insisted:
“I’ll be quick. Just wash my face and change clothes. Wait for me.”

She rushed back into her room to get ready.

At the doorway, Shang Li saw her preparing to leave and asked directly:
“What’s going on? Leaving already? Why so sudden?”

She hadn’t known Yu Yazhi was leaving that morning, she’d only come upstairs to call Ning Xuan for morning exercises.

Yu Yazhi nodded, didn’t wait for Ning Xuan, and headed downstairs.

Shang Li followed, her mind working quickly until she figured it out.

“So this is playing hard to get?”

At the bottom of the stairs, Yu Yazhi glanced up toward Ning Xuan’s room, pressed a finger to her lips, and said softly:
“Shang Li, see through it, but don’t say it.”

Shang Li: “…”

What a scheming woman!

“Fine, fine. Just go already. I’m done with this.”

When Ning Xuan came out, everyone was gone.

She rushed downstairs, no one there either.

She called Yu Yazhi.

“You left already?”

Yu Yazhi answered:

“Mm. On the way to the airport.”

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I thought you didn’t want to see me.”

A retreating advance.

But Ning Xuan thought her behavior last night had hurt Yu Yazhi’s feelings. Guilt pricked her.

“I, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Yu Yazhi’s voice was gentle.

“I know. It’s my fault. I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”

Ning Xuan felt even more guilty.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Ning Xuan, I hope you’ll never say ‘sorry’ to me.”

Her voice was tender yet solemn.

Ning Xuan’s heart grew heavy. She replied something, but couldn’t even remember what.

It felt as though she had hurt Yu Yazhi’s heart.