After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 62

Yu Yazhi said nothing, her gaze fixed intently on Ning Xuan, trying to read her answer from the slightest shift in her expression.

But Ning Xuan’s face was frighteningly calm.

The silence unsettled Yu Yazhi. For a fleeting moment, she felt the urge to run.

Because of love, comes worry.

Because of love, comes fear.

In that instant, she understood.

Ning Xuan stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for her floor.

The numbers climbed slowly.

With a soft ding, the doors opened.

She walked out, reached her apartment door, entered the code, and pushed it open.

Yu Yazhi bit her lip, steadied herself, and carried the bags inside.

There were so many things.

Ning Xuan helped her with the load, murmuring, “You really didn’t need to buy so much.”

Yu Yazhi still didn’t reply.

Once everything was inside, she sat stiffly on the sofa.

Her face was taut, lips pressed together, posture rigid and formal.

Ning Xuan couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t have to look so serious. It feels like we’re about to negotiate a treaty.”

She had intended to refuse her.

But seeing Yu Yazhi’s solemnity, she suddenly changed her mind. Every gesture, every expression revealed her deep unease.

For a moment, Ning Xuan thought she looked like a lost child—thrown into an unfamiliar place, uncertain of the future, uncertain of fate.

She couldn’t bring herself to reject her.

Su Manyun had been right, she did care.

“Yazhi.”

Ning Xuan drew a deep breath, licked her lips, and tried to form the words.

In her mind, as an alpha, if she had decided to accept Yu Yazhi, then she owed her a confession.

Knock, knock.

The sound at the door shattered her plan.

“Wait, that must be Yuanyuan.”

She hurried to open it.

Sure enough, Luo Yuanyuan stood outside, carrying a large bag. She stepped in, saw Yu Yazhi, and bowed politely: “President Yu, good evening.”

Yu Yazhi nodded, still silent.

Unaware of the tension between them, Luo Yuanyuan began packing Ning Xuan’s things.

They had to be ready tonight, the crew awaited tomorrow.

Ning Xuan watched her pull out the suitcase and start filling it, too late to stop her.

This snail girl really picked the worst time to show up.

She glanced apologetically at Yu Yazhi. “Um, maybe we should go out for a walk?”

Luo Yuanyuan looked up, surprised. “Sister Xuan, it’s almost midnight. A walk now?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Fair point. It was strange. And not exactly safe.

She scratched her head, hesitated, then looked at Yu Yazhi, about to suggest the bedroom. But Luo Yuanyuan had already gone in, returning with clothes.

No chance for privacy.

“Yuanyuan, let me pack. You should rest, you have things to prepare too.”

“I finished last night. Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”

She bustled about tirelessly, spinning like a top for half an hour.

Yu Yazhi remained mute throughout, head bowed, lost in her own thoughts.

In truth, she was already considering: if Ning Xuan rejected her, should she resort to what Shang Li suggested, using pheromones to seduce her?

If memory served, Ning Xuan had no resistance to her scent.

Perhaps she should have taken a stimulant before coming.

She had underestimated the situation.

Ning Xuan, oblivious to her darker thoughts, grew excited once Luo Yuanyuan finally finished and left.

“Sister Xuan, rest well. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”

“Mm. Be careful on the road. Oh, and since taxis won’t be running this late, take my car. Message me when you’re home safe.”

“Okay, Sister Xuan.”

Luo Yuanyuan waved and entered the elevator.

Only then did Ning Xuan close the door and return to the living room.

The silence was eerie.

She could almost hear their heartbeats.

She hadn’t confessed yet, unsure how to begin. She hesitated: “Yazhi, I know—”

A ringtone cut her off.

Yu Yazhi’s phone.

She glanced at the screen, it was her father. She hadn’t wanted to answer, but seeing Ning Xuan’s hesitant posture, she picked up.

“Dad.”

“Come home immediately.”

Yu Zhengcheng’s voice was stern, commanding.

Yu Yazhi frowned slightly, guessing he had learned of Yu Jiayan’s situation.

She decided to use this as an excuse, to delay:
“I don’t think you’ve made up your mind yet. I’m not in a rush. My father needs me at the old house.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

That wasn’t what she expected.

She had made up her mind.

“Wait, Yazhi, I’ve thought it through.”

“I don’t want to hear it right now.”

Believing Ning Xuan was about to reject her, Yu Yazhi’s tone hardened. “I really have something urgent.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

How could she delay her family matters?

She quickly saw her out.

As for the confession—yes, Yu Yazhi was right. Better to wait.

“Your father.”

Ning Xuan asked cautiously, “Should I come with you?”

She thought her presence might temper Yu Zhengcheng’s anger, or at least serve as a buffer.

Yu Yazhi declined gently. “Thank you. I can handle it myself.”

Yu Yazhi didn’t want Ning Xuan to see her being scolded.

It was too humiliating.

Too weak.

“Good night, Ning Xuan. I probably won’t be able to send you off tomorrow.”

“It’s fine. Focus on your matters. Oh, and—if necessary, admit fault, soften your stance. Don’t argue with your father.”

“Mm.”

“Goodbye.”

Ning Xuan walked her to the elevator. Only after the doors closed did she return to her room.

The apartment suddenly felt empty.

She went to the pile of items Yu Yazhi had bought—an inhibitor, snacks, a power bank, eye drops, and all sorts of odds and ends.

Her heart stirred.

She typed on WeChat: [Thank you for the things you brought.]

Yu Yazhi didn’t reply. She was driving.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the Yu family’s old estate.

The house was far from peaceful.

From the living room came Yu Zhengcheng’s furious voice:

“You’ve really outdone yourself! Planning to marry a village girl? I raised you for nothing!”

Then Yu Jiayan’s timid protest:

“Ranran is wonderful. I love her.”

“You’ve loved plenty of girls. You’re still so young, and already thinking of marriage?”

That was Sun Meiqing, her voice sharp and angry, stripped of its usual gentleness and composure.

Yu Yazhi entered at that moment.

Sun Meiqing’s eyes reddened when she saw her.

“Yazhi, I know you don’t like me, but I’ve never wronged you. How could you harm your brother like this?”

She wept bitterly, yet her words fanned the flames—blaming Yu Jiayan’s desire to marry a village girl on Yu Yazhi.

And in truth, if Yu Yazhi hadn’t sent people to Dafu Village, Jiayan wouldn’t have lost his heart there.

Yu Zhengcheng thought the same. Seeing his daughter, his rage boiled over.

“Kneel!”

His face flushed, eyes stormy.

“Look at the mess you’ve caused!”

Yu Yazhi didn’t kneel. She stood tall, her gaze fixed on Yu Jiayan.

He had changed—skin darkened from the sun, hair unkempt, clothes dirty, his T-shirt stained. He looked like a refugee.

“Jie, help me. Say something for me.”

Jiayan lifted his head, eyes pleading.

“When you wanted to marry Ning Xuan, I spoke up for you.”

Now he was a man consumed by love, forgetting entirely that he and Yu Yazhi were rivals.

To him, marrying the girl he adored mattered more than inheritance.

Yu Yazhi’s eyes were heavy, but she said nothing.

Yu Zhengcheng was further provoked. His daughter had married a commoner, now his son wanted to do the same. What sin had the Yu family committed to deserve such disgraceful children? Their name was being dragged through the mud!

“Shut your mouth!”

He barked at the butler.

“Old Dong! Bring me the ruler. Tonight I’ll teach this unfilial son a lesson!”

Butler Dong Hou obeyed, fetching the family rod.

Jiayan, panicked, turned to his mother.

“Mom, you love me most, don’t you? Please, stop Dad.”

But Sun Meiqing coldly tore her hand away, disappointment in her eyes.

“Jiayan, I’ve always spoiled you, treated you as my treasure. But if you dare marry that woman, don’t call me mother again.”

Jiayan stared at her in disbelief. How could she say such a thing? Just because the woman he loved didn’t meet her standards, she would abandon him? Wasn’t she supposed to be the gentlest, kindest, most loving of all?

“You haven’t even met her.”

His voice was full of grievance. None of them had met Ranran, yet they dismissed her simply because she came from a village. How could people be so prejudiced, so arbitrary?

He didn’t realize that if he wasn’t the one involved, he too might have judged the same way—thinking such a man foolish, laughable.

“Ah!”

The rod struck his back hard.

Jiayan cried out in pain.

“Mom, Dad, Jie.”

His love was rejected by the whole world in an instant.

He sobbed like an abandoned child.

“You can’t do this, you can’t.”

Yu Yazhi watched coldly, silent.

Smack!

Smack!

The rod fell again and again on Jiayan’s back.

He clenched his teeth, sweat dripping from his forehead, refusing to yield. Tears fell despite himself.

“I’m not wrong. I love her.”

Even if she didn’t love him back.

He wanted her to see his sincerity.

So, after repeated rejections, he returned home, hoping for his parents’ support. Instead, he was struck down by those he trusted most.

“Don’t look down on her! She doesn’t like me—it’s my wishful thinking, my weakness.”

He shouldn’t have come back.

Suddenly, he stood and strode toward the door.

Yu Zhengcheng roared:
“Stop! Where are you going?”

Jiayan turned, tears in his eyes, choking out:
“I’ll marry into her family!”

Yu Zhengcheng: “…”

He was speechless with fury.

Sun Meiqing was so shocked she nearly collapsed.

Thankfully, Yu Zhengcheng caught her.

“Unfilial son! Do you want to kill your mother with rage?”

Sun Meiqing recovered quickly, then waved at the servants.

“What are you standing around for? Take the young master to his room!”

The servants hesitated, fearful. One older maid tried to soothe him:
“Master Jiayan, please rest. The master and madam are just too shocked. They’ll come around. Good things take time.”

Jiayan listened. After a long day in a shabby taxi, exhausted and now beaten, his body ached. He trudged upstairs.

He didn’t realize—going up was easy. Coming down again would be far harder.

The living room fell silent once more.

Yu Zhengcheng turned his glare on Yu Yazhi.

“I told you to kneel! He defies me, and now you too?”