After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 64

Happy moments are always fleeting.

Luo Yuanyuan knocked on the door, urging:
“Sister Xuan, are you ready?”

“Ready, ready,” Ning Xuan replied, reaching for the doorknob.

Yu Yazhi caught her hand.

“Wait.”

Ning Xuan looked puzzled.

“What is it?”

Yu Yazhi’s expression turned serious.

“I don’t want to pressure you, but there are things I need to remind you of.”

Ning Xuan nodded slightly.

“Go on.”

“First, remember at all times, you’re taken now. I don’t want to see any hotel gossip about reading scripts together. Second, no matter how late it gets, you must check in with me. And lastly—”

She paused, staring at Ning Xuan without blinking.

Ning Xuan tilted her head, confused.

“Lastly what?”

Yu Yazhi said nothing, just looked at her, as if to say it’s obvious, figure it out yourself.

Ning Xuan leaned closer and gave her a shy kiss on the cheek.

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Her face flushed instantly.

“That’s not it.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

So, she guessed wrong?

Yu Yazhi softened.

“Well, that’s fine too. But what I meant was, remember to think of me often.”

That was her final request.

It was also why she had rushed to define their relationship.

Too many actors fell in love during filming. And this time, Ning Xuan was working with Jin Min—a stunning, talented actress. The pressure weighed heavily on Yu Yazhi.

Ning Xuan didn’t know her thoughts, but she still promised:
“I understand. I won’t mess around. Even if we weren’t together, I wouldn’t. Honestly, my heart is only in my career.”

Yu Yazhi didn’t yet realize the impact of those words—later, she would grow jealous of Ning Xuan’s career itself, competing for her attention.

For now, she supported her wholeheartedly.

“Mm. Good. A woman with ambition is the most beautiful.”

Knock, knock.

The sound came again.

Luo Yuanyuan didn’t speak this time, just knocked. Ning Xuan opened the door herself.

It was time to leave.

Yu Yazhi took the initiative to carry her luggage.

Ning Xuan meant to do it herself, but Su Manyun called, so she answered.

The call wasn’t urgent, just a reminder to stay safe during filming.

“I heard there are some explosion scenes. If you’re scared, arrange a stunt double early. I’ve already started looking. I’ll send you photos later.”

“No need. I haven’t even started filming yet, and you’re already worrying about this and that.”

Ning Xuan disliked the idea. Unless unavoidable, relying on a stunt double just because of fear or danger didn’t fit her sense of professionalism.

What was the difference between that and avoiding hardship?

If you don’t want hardship, why act at all?

Su Manyun heard her tone and didn’t press further.

“Fine. Just be careful.”

Ning Xuan thanked her, hung up, and looked up to see the car waiting.

Luo Yuanyuan placed the suitcase in the trunk, then opened the back door.

“Sister Xuan, please get in.”

Ning Xuan nodded, turning to Yu Yazhi.

“I’m leaving now.”

Yu Yazhi said nothing, only gazed at her quietly, deeply, as if reluctant to part.

Ning Xuan felt awkward, waved, and got into the car.

Yu Yazhi followed, resting her hand on the door.

“You haven’t even left, and I already miss you.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Such sweet words!

She laughed.

“I know. Don’t be so cheesy.”

Up front, Luo Yuanyuan was already covering her mouth, stifling laughter.

Yu Yazhi realized she was losing composure, quickly reined herself in.

“Goodbye.”

Then she turned to Luo Yuanyuan.

“Thank you for taking care of her. If she skips meals or rest, call me.”

Luo Yuanyuan nodded quickly.

“Of course, President Yu. I’ll drive now.”

“Mm. Drive safely.”

“Goodbye.”

With that, the car started and soon left the underground garage.

Yu Yazhi checked the time—eight o’clock. She found her own car, got in, and drove back to the old estate.

On the way, her father called.

“Where are you?”

Yu Yazhi answered briefly.
“On my way back.”

She arrived at 8:45.

As her car entered the courtyard, she saw Yu Jiayan at a second-floor window, waving frantically.

“Yazhi! Sister! Help me! Father won’t let me leave! He’s locked me up!”

Yu Yazhi looked up. Two bodyguards were pulling him away from the window.

Idiot.

She ignored him and walked into the living room.

Inside, Yu Zhengcheng sat on the sofa, speaking on the phone.

“Have you found information on that girl yet? How could it be impossible? Mm, I see.”

He hung up, looked at Yu Yazhi, sighed with disappointment, but said nothing.

Yu Yazhi didn’t speak either. She went straight upstairs.

In the master bedroom.

She opened the door. The room looked like a battlefield—clothes, blankets, watches, vases scattered everywhere.

Yu Jiayan rushed at her, panting like a caged dog.

“Sister, help me! Father’s illegally imprisoning me. Ranran is waiting for me. I can’t stay here. She’s not well, I’m worried. Please, talk to Father. No, he’s too stubborn. Call the police!”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

She froze. She hadn’t expected him to say something so outrageous, sending his own father to jail.

But it showed just how desperate he had become.

“Calm down.”

She didn’t want to hear more nonsense. For the first time, she spoke as a true sister:
“I know you love that girl. But what can you give her? A cheap heart? Jiayan, you must understand, without the Yu family’s name, you have nothing.”

Her words were meant to push him to change, to grow stronger.

Given their history of hostility, this was the first time she spoke from the heart, even a gesture of reconciliation.

As for why.

She saw a reflection of herself in Yu Jiayan’s blazing passion.

Perhaps because she had once endured the bitterness of unrequited love, she now understood and sympathized with Yu Jiayan’s torment.

But Yu Jiayan couldn’t take in Yu Yazhi’s words.

He had been sheltered too much, unable to imagine what it meant to truly have nothing.

Besides, how could he have nothing?

He had Qu Ran.

With her, he felt love was enough to fill his world.

He even argued:

“My Ranran has more than twenty sheep. Oh, and a whole mountain.”

As long as he had Ranran, those were his too.

So, in his mind, he wasn’t empty-handed at all.

Yu Yazhi’s sympathy vanished instantly.

“Love really does reduce intelligence to zero. Fine, go live with your sheep and your mountain.”

She was so irritated she wanted to leave.

But Yu Jiayan grabbed her hand.

“That’s exactly the life I want. Jie, help me. I just need to get out.”

All he wanted now was to see Qu Ran.

Yu Yazhi pulled her hand free, her tone cold.

“I can’t help you. Jiayan, are you still not clear-headed? Even if you get out, then what? Can you marry her? Can you give her a good life?”

Yu Jiayan, hearing her circle back again and again to money and material things, shouted in disappointment:
“Ranran doesn’t need any of that! She’s not a gold-digger. She doesn’t care about food, clothes, fame, or fortune. What she cares about is—”

But he couldn’t finish the sentence.

Or perhaps Qu Ran didn’t care about anything at all.

She lived like a wisp of wind—felt, but never grasped.

That was what unsettled him.

He always feared she might vanish at any moment.

Which made every second away from her unbearable.

“She’s that good.”

Yu Yazhi offered sincere advice:
“If you want to win her, prove yourself to Father. Show him you’re a man, that your choice isn’t wrong.”

Love could make people grow.

Perhaps Yu Jiayan could mature through it.

“I want to see Ranran. You don’t understand.”

Frustrated, he scratched his head.

“I don’t have time to prove anything to him. Ranran’s health is fragile, I can’t leave her. If something happened to her, I’d go mad.”

Yu Yazhi considered his words, then said quietly:
“Fine. I’ll go see her.”

That calmed him instantly. His face lit up with excitement.

“Yes! Go see her. If she won’t come, bring people. Drag her here if you must.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Is he a bandit?

She gave up trying to reason with this fool.

Rolling her eyes, she turned to leave.

But Yu Jiayan didn’t think he’d said anything wrong. In fact, he thought it was a good plan.

“I mean it, Jie. You have to bring her. Tell her I was in a car accident, or that I’m terminally ill, trick her into coming. If that doesn’t work, then force her.”

He clung to her clothes as he spoke, following her to the door.

Two bodyguards saw and restrained him, each grabbing an arm.

“Young Master, the Master ordered you to reflect in your room.”

Yu Jiayan struggled but failed, and shouted after her retreating figure:
“Jie, remember this, my lifelong happiness is in your hands!”

Her only reply was the slam of a door.

Yu Yazhi went downstairs.

Sun Meiqing rushed to meet her, face anxious.

“How did the persuasion go?”

Yu Yazhi didn’t answer. She looked at her father instead, speaking firmly:
“I plan to go to Dafu Village and meet that girl. You must admit—good love, good people, can inspire growth.”

“What do you mean?”

Sun Meiqing shrieked in protest before her husband could respond:
“So you’ve been convinced by him? Wonderful! Yu Yazhi, what’s your scheme? You want him tangled up with a village girl so he won’t fight you for inheritance? Your heart is too black!”

Yu Yazhi ignored the slander, keeping her eyes on her father.

“If you don’t want Jiayan stuck like this forever, then meet the girl before deciding. He’s your son. No matter how poor his judgment, he shouldn’t be dismissed as a fool blinded by beauty.”

Yu Zhengcheng said nothing.

Silence meant tacit agreement.

Sun Meiqing saw it, her face paling.

“I don’t agree! My son will never marry a village girl!”

Yu Yazhi, noting her father’s lack of objection, didn’t argue further. She simply said:
“Then keep an eye on your son. If he jumps off a roof for love, that would be even more disgraceful.”

Sun Meiqing: “…”

She was so choked she couldn’t speak, fists clenched, teeth grinding.

“Ahhh!”

Wretched girl!

She was going to drive her mad!

Yu Yazhi remained calm.

With a composed face, she bowed slightly to her father, then left.

Once in the car, she called Meng Xi and asked her to book a flight to Nanshan City.

Any girl who could captivate Yu Jiayan to this degree, she was curious to see what kind of extraordinary person she was.