After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 63

Yu Yazhi knelt.

Her face was cold, her back straight, her expression calm—clearly, she had her own resolve.

Yu Zhengcheng’s voice trembled with disappointment:

“You, you’ve truly let me down!”

He could not accept that his daughter had acted against her brother, even though she hadn’t harmed Yu Jiayan in the slightest.

“If Jiayan hadn’t fallen for that girl.”

Yu Yazhi lifted her head, meeting her father’s gaze.

“Would you still think I was wrong?”

Yu Zhengcheng fell silent.

He knew Jiayan had been spoiled beyond repair, a son who could not be molded. Yet he refused to admit it was his own failure. He consoled himself with the thought that youthful rebellion was natural—Jiayan would grow out of it.

“You’re siblings. Family.”

He avoided her question, shifting the topic instead:
“I’ve always said, harmony in the family brings prosperity. Clearly, you treat my words as nothing but wind in your ears!”

Yu Yazhi saw through his evasion but didn’t press further. She followed his logic instead:
“Very well. Since you say harmony is paramount, then why did Jiayan run to Nanshan to sabotage my cooperation? He broke the rules first. As his elder sister, am I not allowed to teach him a lesson?”

Yu Zhengcheng was struck speechless.

Sun Meiqing, sensing her husband wavering, quickly interjected:
“You’re his sister, you have the right to discipline him. But you chose the wrong way! How could you throw him into that mountain village? What if he had been hurt? Could you bear that responsibility?”

Yu Yazhi retorted:
“So you think my punishment lacked restraint. Did Jiayan tell you I arranged for two people to secretly protect him?”

Sun Meiqing faltered, but recovered swiftly:
“Protection doesn’t guarantee safety. Real danger happens in the blink of an eye.”

Yu Yazhi cut her off:
“Then he was fortunate. He stands before you now, whole and unharmed.”

Sun Meiqing: “…”

Damn!

Such a sharp-tongued girl!

“Cheng, look at her.”

She tugged at her husband’s sleeve, fanning the flames:
“She refuses to admit fault! Jiayan’s behavior is all her bad influence!”

Yu Zhengcheng’s blood pressure soared. He knew reason would get them nowhere, so he issued a command instead:
“You created this mess. You’ll fix it. Stay here for the next few days and figure out how to persuade your brother!”

Yu Yazhi remained silent.

Sun Meiqing chimed in:
“Yes. Your father and I will never agree to this marriage. You must resolve it.”

“If you can’t, you’ll keep kneeling!”

With that, the couple dumped the problem on her and retired to their room.

Bang!

The heavy slam of the bedroom door echoed.

Only then did Yu Yazhi rise.

Her knees throbbed with pain. She rubbed them briefly before heading upstairs.

Butler Dong Hou appeared with a medicine box, knocking gently.

“Miss, please open the door. I’ve brought ointment for the bruises.”

Yu Yazhi accepted it with a quiet thank-you and closed the door.

Her knees were indeed bruised purple.

She squeezed out the ointment, applied it, massaged until the ache eased, then showered.

Afterward, she instinctively checked WeChat.

Ning Xuan had sent a message:
[Are you asleep? Did your father say anything? Parents always dote on the youngest. Just think of it as his love for his son—don’t take it to heart. Raising children teaches parents their own lessons.]

Though meant to comfort, it sounded more like she was defending her father.

Yu Yazhi felt a flicker of dissatisfaction. She snapped a photo of her bruised knees and sent it:
[I’m hurt.]

She followed with a “pitiful” sticker:
[Weak, helpless, pitiful jg]

Soon, Ning Xuan replied with another sticker:
[Hug, jg]

Yu Yazhi, emboldened, continued to play the victim:
[It hurts.]

Meanwhile, Ning Xuan lay in bed, staring at the two words. She hesitated—Yu Yazhi was acting spoiled. How should she respond?

[Where are you?]

Yu Yazhi waited, growing anxious:
[Fell asleep?]

Ning Xuan:
[No.]

[Then why no reply?]

[I was thinking how to comfort you.]

[You know how to comfort me.]

Yu Yazhi was fishing for her answer again.

She had fled earlier, and now, looking back, felt utterly useless.

Ning Xuan replied:
[I wanted to be more formal.]

She carefully composed her words:
[My favorite writer, Lin Huiyin, once said: Many people like you because you’re beautiful, witty, fun. But those affections carry expectations. Some people like you when you cry, when you’re disheveled, when they see your struggles and ordinariness. They allow you to be imperfect, and still want to give you their shoulder and their candy. Those are the people we walk through life with. So, Yu Yazhi, I hope I am that person—and I hope you are too.]

The message was long. Before she could send it, Yu Yazhi fired off two more:
[Where are you?]

[You’re not drafting a formal rejection, are you?]

The second was quickly withdrawn.

But Ning Xuan had seen it. She realized Yu Yazhi was overthinking, insecure—something that made her heart ache.

Yu Yazhi had always been strong. Only with her did she falter.

So, Ning Xuan sent the long message, adding:
[No. I wasn’t planning to reject you.]

[Then you agree?]

[I know you agree.]

[I’ve screenshotted it. You must keep your word.]

Three rapid-fire messages.

Ning Xuan almost laughed.

[Look at the key point in my words. I want someone who will give me their shoulder and candy. And I’ll give mine in return.]

[So, what candy do you want?]

Yu Yazhi was already ordering candy online.

She sent a flood of pictures: milk candies, fruit drops, lollipops, White Rabbit, dried tangerine peel sweets, Alpenliebe.

Ning Xuan was stunned.

[Calm down.]

Yu Yazhi seemed far too excited. Yet the more excited she was, the clearer her feelings.

[I can’t calm down. You sleep first. I’ll look at candy.]

She dove into researching sweets.

Ning Xuan rubbed her forehead.

[It was a metaphor. I don’t actually like candy.]

No reply came.

Clearly, someone too happy to think straight wasn’t going to see that message.

Ning Xuan thought to herself: She can write an entire analytical essay about a single song—if she starts researching candy, she’ll probably produce a full-blown thesis.

[Go to bed early.]

[I don’t like candy. Really, I don’t.]

[Please don’t stay up all night writing a candy analysis report. I won’t read it.]

After sending three messages in a row, she finally went to sleep.

It was already past two in the morning.

Tomorrow, she had to head to the film set.

But though she wanted to sleep, she couldn’t. She kept checking her phone, wondering if Yu Yazhi had replied.

Yu Yazhi’s response was simple:
[Mm. You sleep early. Good night. Sweet dreams.]

And then Ning Xuan really did dream.

In her dream, she was buried under a flood of brightly colored candies.

Yu Yazhi even took her to a candy factory, pointing at mountains of sweets:
“I want the whole world to know, all these candies belong to you.”

Oh my god, save me!

Ning Xuan jolted awake.

She checked her phone—five o’clock sharp. She wanted to sleep again, but tossed and turned, unable to.

On WeChat, Yu Yazhi’s profile picture was quiet. No new messages.

Scrolling through their chat history, Ning Xuan felt her agreement had been too hasty, not formal enough.

Wait, this isn’t the time to think about that. I should be sleeping!

She had only slept three hours.

But she truly couldn’t fall back asleep.

Ah, love—it’s such a troublemaker.

She lingered in bed until six, then got up to wash and carefully apply her makeup.

At seven o’clock.

A short, sharp scream rang out outside: “Ah!”

It sounded like Luo Yuanyuan’s voice.

But it was brief, and then silence.

Ning Xuan paused mid-makeup, stepped out of her room.

From outside came muffled voices:
“She went to bed late. Don’t wake her, let her sleep more.”

“How long has President Yu been here?”

“Not long. Just arrived.”

“Really? With those bloodshot eyes, anyone would believe you stayed up all night. Did you quarrel with Sister Xuan?”

“No.”

The words cut off abruptly.

Because Ning Xuan opened the door and saw Yu Yazhi.

“You, when did you get here? Why didn’t you knock?”

Had she been waiting outside all night?

In truth, Yu Yazhi had only waited an hour.

She had stayed up until five, dozed briefly without sleeping, then freshened up and came over.

She wanted to hear Ning Xuan say “we’re together” in person, and to be the first person she saw upon waking.

She hadn’t expected Luo Yuanyuan to arrive so early.

Her premonition was right, their private moment was doomed.

Sure enough, Luo Yuanyuan spoke up:
“Sister Xuan, today’s the opening ceremony. We need to get to the set quickly. Once you’re ready, we should leave.”

“I know. My makeup’s almost done. Just a minute.”

Ning Xuan pulled Yu Yazhi into the room, shut the door and accidentally pushed her against it.

Their posture instantly turned intimate.

Yu Yazhi’s cheeks flushed.

“Ning Xuan, this progress.”

It was fast.

Though it was exactly what she wanted.

Ning Xuan caught the unfinished tone, panicked, and quickly let go, retreating several steps.

“Wait, you misunderstood.”

She scratched her head, embarrassed. Transitioning from friends to lovers felt awkward.

But Yu Yazhi thought she was backtracking. She rushed to say:
“I screenshotted your words. You’re my girlfriend. I’ve already prepared the candy.”

She lifted a plastic bag filled with colorful sweets.

“No backing out.”

Her head lowered, voice soft, almost pitiful.

Ning Xuan: “…”

She wasn’t backing out!

“You misunderstood.”

She explained: “I meant the pace. Not that. Anyway, you misunderstood. I’m not regretting it.”

Yu Yazhi’s head snapped up, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Then eat the candy.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

This had nothing to do with candy.

But Yu Yazhi had already unwrapped one, swiftly popping it into her mouth.

“Eat the candy, and you’re mine.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

The candy was sweet and tangy.

Chenpi candy.

Yu Yazhi said:
“I read online this helps digestion and strengthens the spleen. Even relieves motion sickness.”

Ning Xuan thanked her, then asked:
“You didn’t sleep at all last night, did you?”

Yu Yazhi didn’t answer. She just smiled.

“I’m happy. Too happy.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Hearing that, she couldn’t help but feel happy too.