After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 6

Yu Yazhi had already made an appointment while still in the car.

So, the moment she arrived on Dr. Chen Ying’s floor, a nurse came over to greet her.

“Miss Yu, please—”

“Thank you.”

Yu Yazhi followed the nurse into Dr. Chen’s office.

Naturally, Ning Xuan went in with her.

The office was bright and airy, furnished simply but kept neat and spotless—except for the stacks of disorganized documents piled high on Dr. Chen’s desk.

“Yazhi, you’re here.”

Dr. Chen lifted her head from behind the papers. Her hair was already silvered, her face kind, her smile warm.

When her gaze landed on Ning Xuan, her expression remained equally gentle and welcoming. “Miss Ning, you came as well. Please, sit.”

The nurse slipped out, closing the door carefully behind her.

At first, Ning Xuan thought she ought to excuse herself from the consultation. She had just turned to leave when she was stopped.

“Miss Ning, this must be your first time here, right? It’s rare to see Yazhi come with company.”

The words instantly erased her impulse to withdraw.

Ning Xuan thought of Meng Xi. Did that woman never accompany Yu Yazhi to her appointments either? So, perhaps they weren’t all that close after all.

A strange sense of relief spread through her.

Not that she could explain why.

Still, she smiled brightly and replied, “Thank you,” before taking a seat.

Yu Yazhi noticed her staying behind. She frowned slightly but said nothing, turning instead to speak with Dr. Chen.

Listening quietly, Ning Xuan soon realized that Dr. Chen had once been a close friend of Yu Yazhi’s mother in their youth.

No wonder they were so familiar with each other.

She tried to recall what she knew about Yu Yazhi’s mother from the original storyline, but since she’d skimmed through those parts carelessly, she had retained almost nothing useful, only that the woman had died young.

Ah, her goldfish memory of seven seconds was really no help at all.

While her thoughts wandered, Dr. Chen began her examination.

Yu Yazhi followed her behind a privacy curtain.

Taking the chance, Ning Xuan stepped out into the hall.

She sat on a bench in the corridor, bored, and put on a mask so no one would recognize her.

Inside, thinking Ning Xuan was still present, Yu Yazhi lowered her voice and told Dr. Chen about what had happened during her heat the night before.

Dr. Chen nodded gravely and carefully peeled back the suppressant patch at the nape of Yu Yazhi’s neck.

When she saw the swollen, reddened glands beneath, she drew in a sharp breath. “You said you came into contact with Ning Xuan’s pheromones yesterday?”

Yu Yazhi said nothing.

Her silence was as good as confirmation.

Dr. Chen’s brows furrowed. Under normal circumstances, when an omega entered heat, they either needed to be marked or rely on suppressants. Since Yu Yazhi had chosen the latter, it should have kept things under control.

But now, her glands were still inflamed, like a child roused from sleep, easily pacified for a while with a patch, but ready to wake again at any moment, especially when tempted by an alpha’s pheromones.

The only way to truly resolve this was through a complete mark.

Otherwise, if the glands remained in this state for too long, it would cause serious harm to her body.

And if her suppressant failed in public one day, the consequences would be disastrous.

What troubled Dr. Chen even more was that Yu Yazhi’s condition mirrored her mother’s: her heats lasted longer and came more frequently than the average omega’s.

At the thought of her late friend, Dr. Chen’s eyes dimmed with sorrow. If only she had arrived a little sooner that night. Yu Yazhi’s mother wouldn’t have been taken away by her father, nor would she have sunk into despair and died after giving birth.

Unaware of Dr. Chen’s thoughts, Yu Yazhi straightened her hair and, noticing the doctor’s expression, asked calmly, “Is something wrong? Just say it. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”

Dr. Chen: “…”

Looking at Yu Yazhi—so much like her mother—Dr. Chen was briefly lost in memory. When she came back to herself, she forced a gentle smile. “Silly child, what are you imagining? It’s nothing serious. I’ll prescribe you some more medicine. Work is important, but don’t push yourself so hard. The Yu family isn’t worth destroying your health for.”

Yu Yazhi understood the hidden meaning behind her words.

Though she was the eldest daughter of the Yu family, being an omega meant her father placed more value on her half-brother, who was an alpha.

No matter how exceptional she proved herself to be, her father’s recognition always eluded her.

And when she learned that he intended to marry her off for a political alliance, resentment burned in her chest.

So she had walked into a nightclub one evening, and amid the pounding music and dim lights, her eyes fell upon the most beautiful alpha in the crowd.

Her first sight of Ning Xuan was like glimpsing a rose blooming in the dark.

Fiery, untamed, and free, she radiated the kind of spirit Yu Yazhi longed for.

In that instant, she knew: if she had to marry someone, it would be someone she chose. Her background might be a disadvantage, but she needed a partner who could silence all doubt. Ning Xuan’s face alone had enough persuasive power, who could refuse it?

So, Yu Yazhi deliberately sought out opportunities to approach her.

What she hadn’t expected was that Ning Xuan had already taken notice of her.

And so, the two quickly grew close.

With Ning Xuan’s cooperation, plus a few tearful pleas in front of her father, the marriage was sealed.

Yu Yazhi thought it was the boldest thing she had ever done in her twenty-four years of life. But for the sake of her future, for the chance to win her father’s approval, it was worth it.

At least, so far, everything was still proceeding according to her plan.

After their marriage, her father put the SY International Hotel under her management.

Yu Yazhi seized the opportunity. In just six months, she had doubled its profits.

She was confident that within a year, her father would finally acknowledge her capability.

That is, so long as Ning Xuan didn’t cause trouble.

When she learned Ning Xuan had been fooling around with Bai Meng at the hotel, she’d been terrified her father would see it as her failure to manage things properly.

All these pressures, no one knew about them but her.

And Dr. Chen, sitting before her now.

In Dr. Chen’s presence, Yu Yazhi sometimes allowed herself the luxury of pretending she was still just a little girl, being gently nagged by her mother.

“Don’t worry, Dr. Chen. I’ll take good care of myself.”

“You say that every time.”

Dr. Chen Ying reached out and ruffled her hair, her eyes full of fondness and a trace of distress. Over the years, Yu Yazhi had come almost every month for prescriptions, most of them for psychiatric medication. The girl placed far too much pressure on herself.

“Take less of these if you can.”

As she filled the prescription, Dr. Chen added, “You know, a healthy married life is also a good way to relieve stress. Since you’re married now, don’t shortchange yourself.”

In her opinion, marriage should mean affection and intimacy.

Especially with a spouse like Ning Xuan, just looking at her was enough to make one smile.

Yu Yazhi, honestly, was a little foolish. She had a wife at home but wouldn’t touch her, and instead resorted to strong suppressants to cope.

“I”

Flustered, Yu Yazhi quickly accepted the medicine and hurried toward the door. “I still have things to do. I’ll be going.”

Dr. Chen knew she was embarrassed. She only shook her head with a smile and walked her out.

In the corridor

Ning Xuan was still seated on a bench.

Dr. Chen spotted her and called out with a smile, “Miss Ning.”

Hearing her name, Ning Xuan looked up at once. When she saw it was the doctor, she returned the smile politely. “All done?”

Dr. Chen nodded, studying her for a moment before speaking gently, “You look a little tired, probably not sleeping well lately. Come with me. I have two bottles of vitamins here, you should take them.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Ning Xuan glanced at Yu Yazhi. Receiving a subtle look urging her to go along, she obediently followed.

But when her eyes landed on the bold characters printed across the box—Kidney Tonic—her worldview wavered. Did she really look that frail? Surely not?

By the time the two of them left the hospital, it was nearly noon.

Ning Xuan was starting to feel hungry, but seeing Yu Yazhi in the passenger seat with no reaction at all, she swallowed her craving and stayed quiet.

She endured all the way until they reached the villa.

Skipping lunch, Yu Yazhi said she was tired and went straight upstairs to rest.

Ning Xuan had barely taken a sip of water when Zhao Luoluo’s call came through.

“Hello? Sister Xuan, what are you up to? Just now, Sister Yun passed on some news—Director He’s flying back to Shenzhen today. I bet half the industry is already flooding his house with visit requests. Sister Yun pulled some strings to secure you a chance. Rest up this afternoon, tonight we’ll take you to meet this famous director.”

“How’s the pay?”

Zhao Luoluo: “…”

On the other end, Zhao Luoluo froze, her enthusiasm completely doused by that one question.

“Sister Xuan, Sister Yun said this is a rare opportunity, the best chance right now for you to level up in the industry. You yourself mentioned wanting to shift your career direction. Forget it, I’ll explain in person. Oh, and don’t eat too much for lunch, you’re a movie star, remember.”

She rattled on with a string of reminders.

So when Ning Xuan was faced with Aunt Wu’s lavish lunch spread, all she could do was sigh. A flower vase was one thing, but did she really have to be the most beautiful flower vase?

She pushed away from the table and asked Aunt Wu to cut her an apple instead. Sitting on the sofa, she pulled out her phone and searched for the director Zhao Luoluo had mentioned.

The more she read, the more impressed she became.

Director He Sheng had risen to fame early with his art film The Way Home. Every film he directed after that, whether the leads or the supporting cast, catapulted someone to stardom. Within the industry, he was regarded as a “lucky charm” director.

But after a few prolific years, he suddenly stopped making films, claiming he’d rather wait than shoot something without a good script.

Now that he was returning to prepare a new project, there was no doubt it would be a masterpiece.

No wonder every agency in the industry was circling like hawks over this fat slice of cake.

But Ning Xuan couldn’t care less.

Sure, working with a famous director meant prestige, but prestige didn’t necessarily come with the highest paycheck.

And what did she need most right now?

Money.

The means to become independent.

The ability to stand on equal footing with Yu Yazhi.

Only then could she have the right to talk about divorce or negotiate new terms.

Just as she was thinking this over, Aunt Wu came carrying a fruit plate and two bottles of medicine. “Miss Ning, are these yours, or the young lady’s?”

Ning Xuan glanced over, her cheeks flushing. She quickly took them. “Mine. Thank you. Oh, and could you make some rice porridge for your young lady? She’s not a celebrity, she can eat proper food.”

“…”

What did being a celebrity have to do with eating?

Aunt Wu didn’t understand, but she didn’t ask either. She set down the fruit plate and went off to the kitchen.

Ning Xuan picked up a toothpick, speared a piece of apple, and bit down hard in frustration.

As she chewed, her eyes drifted to the back of the medicine box. A sticky note was attached:

[Miss Ning, please take good care of Yazhi. If she still doesn’t feel well next time, I hope you can help her.]

The handwriting was elegant and fluid, clearly Dr. Chen’s. Beneath it was her contact information.

Ning Xuan thought it over and saved the number into her phone. After all, she had received these two bottles of “vitamins” thanks to her, she might have to return the favor someday.

But what exactly did those words mean?

She understood every single character on the note, yet strung together, the meaning was baffling. Not feeling well? Help her? Help with what? How?

She mulled it over, and then suddenly it struck her.

Oh no, Dr. Chen was setting her up!

Startled, she crumpled the sticky note into a ball and tossed it straight into the trash.

As for last night’s situation with Yu Yazhi—sure, she had wanted to help. But she’d only released a little pheromone before being threatened like that. If it came up again, the most she’d do was call 120.

Wait—wasn’t there really no other way?

After some thought, she ran up to Aunt Wu. Making sure no one else was around, she lowered her voice and asked, “Aunt Wu, let me ask you something. Do you know what kind of Alpha Yu Yazhi likes?”