After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 56

Ning Xuan wasn’t really considering it at all.

Her reply had only been a way to stall for time. She believed someone as proud as Yu Yazhi wouldn’t have much patience with her—after a period of silence, Yu Yazhi would surely understand her meaning.

With that thought, Ning Xuan threw herself wholeheartedly into work.

After breakfast, she called Su Manyun to ask for the script of that romance drama she had mentioned.

Su Manyun quickly sent it to her email.

Ning Xuan spent two hours reading, then called back: “The script is really good. Take it for me.”

“Alright.”

Su Manyun agreed, then added: “I’ve scheduled two acting training sessions for you this afternoon. Yuanyuan will pick you up.”

Ning Xuan had no objections. “Okay.”

They discussed the specific audition time for Director He’s film before ending the call.

Meanwhile, Yu Yazhi was in a meeting.

But her mind kept wandering.

At the projector screen, Marketing Director Chen Bin nervously presented his hotel promotion plan for Qixi Festival: “Our theme is ‘Qixi Romance, True Love Forever.’ We’ll offer special discounts and benefits to couples who’ve been together seven years or married seven years…”

As he spoke, he kept glancing at Yu Yazhi, analyzing her micro-expressions. Seeing her frown and look irritated, he assumed there was a problem with his proposal and grew even more anxious.

In reality, Yu Yazhi was simply waiting for Ning Xuan’s reply.

She kept sneaking looks at her phone. Ning Xuan’s WeChat profile picture remained silent, no response at all.

Still considering?

It had already been four hours.

Even a difficult birth would have produced a child by now.

“That’s the current plan, President Yu. What do you think?”

Chen Bin wiped his forehead. His thinning hair stuck to his skin with sweat.

Yu Yazhi didn’t even look at him, still thinking: Should I push her? If I’d known she was this slow, I should’ve set a deadline. What is she doing? Why hasn’t she replied? Doesn’t she know responding promptly is basic courtesy?

Chen Bin saw her sigh repeatedly, sweat dripping down his temple.

The other executives felt nervous for him. President Yu rarely put on airs, but her quiet authority was intimidating. If a first draft failed, it meant being blacklisted. For days afterward, she would hound you for revisions.

“President Yu, President Yu.”

Meng Xi, seated beside her, nudged her gently. “Is there something wrong with Director Chen’s proposal?”

Yu Yazhi finally snapped back to reality, remembering her actual work.

She skimmed the documents, pointed out a few revisions, and dismissed Chen Bin.

After the Meeting, once everyone left, Meng Xi cautiously asked: “President Yu, is something troubling you?”

Yu Yazhi didn’t want to explain. She waved her away.

She kept staring at her phone. Should I send something? No, she said she’s considering. If I pressure her, she’ll feel stressed and reject me outright.

Forget it. Wait.

So, she waited.

She waited until the end of the workday.

Not in the mood for overtime, she left on time.

While waiting for the elevator, an employee’s phone suddenly rang, an old song.

“Waiting a thousand years, just one chance.

Waiting a thousand years, I have no regrets.”

It felt like mockery.

Yu Yazhi frowned and looked at the source.

It was a young intern—tall, thin, fair-skinned. At first, he didn’t realize it was his phone. He looked around like everyone else, searching for the sound.

When all eyes landed on him, he realized the ringtone was his.

His face flushed instantly, cheeks burning hot enough to cook an egg.

No doubt his clingy girlfriend had secretly set the ringtone.

Damn.

Social death.

Embarrassed, he yanked out his phone, hung up furiously, and fled down the emergency stairs without waiting for the elevator.

Yu Yazhi had been annoyed, but suddenly thought, maybe she could use this.

She searched for the song on KuGou, shared it to Ning Xuan’s WeChat, and typed: [I just heard this song. The lyrics are pretty good. Listen closely.]

Her hint was clear. Don’t keep me waiting.

Ning Xuan was still in acting class.

From 2 to 4 p.m., Teacher Lü Qin gave a lecture packed with acting insights.

After a half-hour break, they began two hours of improvisational scene practice.

Improvisation tested both mental agility and physical expression, incorporating exercises in imagination, attention, and miming without props.

Ning Xuan had studied these techniques back in university acting classes.

So, when Teacher Lü Qin gave the prompt—“A woman about to marry decides to have an abortion.”

Ning Xuan had ten minutes to craft a story and perform it.

“Pay attention to emotional transitions and the moment of eruption.”

Lü Qin stepped back, snapped her fingers. “Begin.”

She was a distinguished instructor at the acting academy, sixty years old, once a celebrated actress in critically acclaimed films. After marriage and children, she left the screen to teach acting.

Ning Xuan had come specifically because of her reputation.

Now, after brewing her emotions, she began her performance.

She started with a mimed scene, pretending to tidy the room. Her face glowed with joy as she called her best friend: “Mm-hm. The wedding date is set. No shotgun marriage, it’s love I’m marrying into.”

She smiled with happiness as she cleaned the room.

Unexpectedly, she discovered a snack box under the bed.

Curious, she opened it and it was like unlocking Pandora’s box. Her blissful smile froze, disbelief clouding her eyes.

Inside, she had uncovered her fiancé’s secret.

Panic set in. She grew frantic, searching the room for evidence of his betrayal.

At last, she found them: love letters written to his first love, and gifts prepared to be sent to her.

She broke down. She smashed things, laughed hysterically, and called her fiancé:

“You still think of her! All these years, you’ve never forgotten her for a single moment. Hahaha! You’ve turned my years of devotion into a joke.”

Collapsing to the floor, tears spilling from her eyes, she sobbed:

“Stop lying to me. I know everything. You loved her first, but she rejected you, so out of spite you pursued me. I love you! As long as I could stay by your side, I was willing to give up anything.”

She began pounding her stomach, again and again.

“No, no. I can’t anymore. I can endure not having your full love, but my child cannot. I’m a mother, I must take responsibility for my child. You’re his father! You can’t let him suffer even the slightest grievance. How could you let him suffer? You don’t have to love me, but you must love him above all else. He must be the child you love most in the world.”

Blood seeped from her body.

She lay in a pool of it, staring at her bloodstained hands, whispering: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

The scene ended.

Applause erupted.

“Bravo, bravo.”

Teacher Lü Qin tucked her graying hair behind her ear, both astonished and delighted. “Miss Ning, you truly are a born actress. Your imagination and explosive power are incredible.”

Ning Xuan’s face flushed, breath ragged, her voice hoarse from the screaming. “Ah? Really? Thank you, teacher.”

She added humbly, sweetly: “It’s because you teach so well.”

Lü Qin shook her head, her gaze serious. “No, you have real talent. Your comprehension is remarkable. I’m already looking forward to your future work.”

She handed Ning Xuan a glass of water and some tissues.

Ning Xuan climbed up from the floor, drenched in sweat from the intensity of her performance. She wiped her face, drank a few sips, then smiled: “Teacher, were there any other problems with my performance?”

Lü Qin nodded, pointing out details. “With the lines, you need to refine the delivery. When speaking of the child, the heroine’s tone should be plaintive and innocent—not loud or accusatory. She’s a good mother, even if she chooses not to keep the child.”

Ning Xuan nodded, sharing her own thoughts: “I felt she loved too deeply, too desperately. That’s why even the smallest blow could shatter her. My screaming was meant to show her madness, her hysteria.”

Lü Qin agreed. “Yes. She knows her lover’s heart belongs to someone else, she can accept that. But the child’s arrival shatters her dream. She can endure being unloved, but her child cannot. She wants her child to have complete paternal love.

Your line, ‘You don’t have to love me, but you must love him above all else,’ was truly moving. Overall, it was excellent.”

Ning Xuan blushed at the praise. “Mm. Thank you.”

Lü Qin encouraged her warmly: “Keep going. The road of acting is never smooth. Hardship often breeds art. Stay optimistic and move forward.”

Ning Xuan bowed her head gratefully. “I will. Thank you, teacher.”

They chatted a little more about the industry, especially Director He’s new project. Lü Qin was supportive, saying he was a good director and advising her to focus on honing her craft rather than shortcuts.

Just then, other students knocked, seeking guidance.

Ning Xuan didn’t linger. She bid farewell and left the classroom.

Outside, Luo Yuanyuan was waiting.

Seeing her emerge, she smiled. “Sister Xuan, finished?”

Ning Xuan nodded, glancing at the bag in her assistant’s hand.

It was her own bag, which Luo Yuanyuan had carried while she was in class.

Catching her gaze, Luo Yuanyuan immediately pulled out her phone from the bag and handed it over.

Ning Xuan took it, instinctively checking WeChat, only to see Yu Yazhi had shared a song: “A Thousand Years in One Moment.”

She even said the lyrics were good?

Well, her taste was questionable.

[Uh, it’s okay. Just an old song.]

Her reply was perfunctory. She truly felt the song was outdated. She had liked it once, thought it was beautiful, but now it left her cold.

Yu Yazhi finally received a reply but not the one she wanted. She typed again: [Listen carefully. Pay attention to the lyrics.]

The point was “waiting a thousand years for one moment.”

How long was Ning Xuan going to “consider”? A thousand years? Was she supposed to wait a millennium?

But Ning Xuan completely missed the hint. [What about the lyrics? I think they’re pretty simple.]

Yu Yazhi saw her subtle message fail and gave up. [Mm. Alright.]

Ning Xuan, seeing her response, thought for a moment and forwarded a song she truly admired, Ge Dongqi’s “Xi.”

She added a voice message: “Have you heard this one? The lyrics are brilliant, full of meaning. Every line carries depth. Read the lyrics carefully, then check the comments section. I once got bored and found three different interpretations of the love story hidden in the song.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Three versions? You really are too idle.

Wait a second, little ancestor, songs aren’t the point here!