After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 68

The journey back to Dali Martial Arts Hall was exhausting for Yu Yazhi.

Shang Li had been unreliable—she hadn’t even filled the car’s tank properly. Halfway through, Yu Yazhi ran out of fuel, had to call a station to deliver gas, and the delay cost her precious time.

By the time she finally arrived, night had fallen.

After a day of travel, drenched in sweat, she couldn’t bear to face Ning Xuan disheveled. She went straight to shower, scrubbing herself clean with hot water.

Fresh and composed, she called Ning Xuan.

While waiting, boredom struck. She remembered the butterfly heart-shaped arrangement at Qu Ran’s fence, and on a whim, she stamped her wet footprints into heart patterns across the floor.

So, when Ning Xuan arrived carrying dinner, she found Yu Yazhi gleefully at play, the floor covered with little heart-shaped prints.

“Yazhi.”

She stepped inside, puzzled.

“What are you doing?”

Yu Yazhi didn’t hide it.

“Making hearts for you. Pretty, right?”

Pretty wasn’t the word, but it was amusing.

Ning Xuan watched for a moment, then smiled.

“Interesting.”

Yu Yazhi laughed.

“I thought so too. Saw it at Qu Ran’s place.”

Mentioning Qu Ran, she knew Ning Xuan was curious about Shang Li, so she said:
“Do you know who Qu Ran is?”

Ning Xuan shook her head.

“Who?”

She asked while unpacking food onto the coffee table.

“I brought shrimp dumplings, you love those. Come eat.”

Yu Yazhi hurried over, sat cross-legged, grabbed chopsticks, and popped one into her mouth.

“Mmm. Delicious. Familiar taste.”

She remembered eating shrimp dumplings the last time she stayed here. Glancing at the dishes, she recognized the hall’s kitchen.

“This late, they’re still serving?”

Ning Xuan explained:
“On the way, I asked Ding Jie. The canteen hadn’t closed yet, so she spoke to the chef, who whipped up a few dishes.”

Yu Yazhi nodded.

“I see.”

She ate with relish, praising:
“The shrimp is tender. The braised ribs are excellent. The chef is skilled. If you like, we could invite him to cook at home.”

Ning Xuan froze, then quickly refused.

“No. If you poach him, Master Shang will be furious, and the students will cry.”

Good food was easy to find. A good chef was rare.

“Whether the students cry, I don’t know. But your Master Shang.”

Yu Yazhi smiled confidently.

“She won’t be angry.”

Ning Xuan blinked.

“How can you be so sure?”

Yu Yazhi revealed the secret with a grin.

“Because I found Zhong Qiu for her. She’s grateful to me now.”

Ning Xuan’s gossip fire blazed.

“You found Miss Zhong? Where is she? What does she look like? Did you take photos or videos? I saw her picture in Master Shang’s wallet—just a profile, but she looked gorgeous, pure, obedient.”

“Stop!”

Yu Yazhi cut her off, jealous of the sparkle in her eyes when she praised another woman.

“Why do you always gush about others?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Was that gushing? She was just being honest!

“Anyway, she’s a very cute girl.”

She chose her words carefully.

“How is she now?”

Yu Yazhi placed a sweet-and-sour rib on her plate.

“Not bad. Living in seclusion at Dafu Village. Very ethereal.”

Ning Xuan agreed eagerly.

“I believe it. Her profile photo looked so pure—like a fairy who stumbled into the mortal world.”

“Eat your dinner.”

Yu Yazhi grew jealous again, complaining softly.

“I came all this way, and you didn’t even ask why. You only care about other women.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She realized her mistake.

“Sorry. My fault. So why did you come? How did you find her?”

Yu Yazhi was easy to appease. She recounted the whole story.

Ning Xuan listened, amazed.

“You handed your brother’s beloved to Master Shang? You’re really his sister!”

Though she supported Shang Li, she couldn’t help pitying Yu Jiayan. He had even begged his parents to let him marry her, he must have been deeply in love.

Yu Yazhi felt a pang of guilt too. But Shang Li was more mature, more suitable for Qu Ran.

Yu Jiayan was unreliable.

A man with only sincerity, without substance, was frightening.

“I judged by character. I help reason, not family.”

She convinced herself.

Ning Xuan nodded.

“You’re right. Still, poor Jiayan.”

Yu Yazhi lowered her eyes, silent.

In love, they had no right to meddle.

They finished dinner.

Ning Xuan cleaned up, carried the trash downstairs, and tossed it out.

When she returned, Yu Yazhi was sitting on the bed, tablet in hand.

“Come here.”

Ning Xuan joined her, seeing a video—Yu Yazhi had filmed a night-blooming cereus opening.

“Wow, it really bloomed.”

She smiled, sitting beside her, admiring the footage—until she felt a hand sliding across her waist.

Warm, delicate.

A spark of electricity trailed in its wake.

Tingling, ticklish.

Ning Xuan sensed her intent, grew nervous. She wasn’t ready to cross that line. She made an excuse.

“Don’t, don’t touch. It tickles. I’m afraid of tickling.”

Yu Yazhi caught her hand, wrapped it around her own waist.

“Then you do it. I’m not afraid.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

This isn’t about tickling, sister!

“I, I’m watching the flower. Don’t distract me.”

She clung to the excuse.

Yu Yazhi thought she was shy.

“Watch it then. I won’t. I think you’re prettier than the flower.”

Not just prettier, better to touch.

Training had hardened Ning Xuan’s waist and abdomen, her lines sleek, maybe even abs forming.

Yu Yazhi longed to see them.

Ning Xuan felt teased.

She grabbed her hand, suddenly remembering.

“I’ve been busy all day. I haven’t showered yet.”

Yu Yazhi hadn’t smelled any sweat, but she didn’t stop Ning Xuan from bathing.

“Go ahead and shower. I’ll find you some clean clothes.”

Only after Yu Yazhi handed her fresh clothes did Ning Xuan step into the bathroom.

At the door, she warned firmly:
“Don’t peek.”

Yu Yazhi chuckled.

“Are you reminding me to peek?”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She had walked right into that one.

Closing the door, she turned on the shower. Water splashed noisily.

Yu Yazhi listened to the sound, brushing her teeth at the sink outside, then sat on the bed, mind wandering.

She wasn’t planning anything reckless—but she did want to entice, to show her love and desire.

Inside, Ning Xuan showered for a long time.

When she emerged, a towel draped over her head, Yu Yazhi gently dried her hair, murmuring softly:

“See? This is nice too.”

Like an ordinary couple, savoring a quiet, tender night.

Ning Xuan sat on the bed, letting her fuss over her, overwhelmed by her gentleness.

“What are you thinking?”

Her fragrance filled Ning Xuan’s senses, making her restless, palms sweaty, mouth dry, longing to act.

Suddenly, Yu Yazhi sat on her lap.

Ning Xuan jolted, sprang up, face flushed, snatched the towel.

“I, I’ll do it myself.”

Yu Yazhi hadn’t expected such a strong reaction. Amused, she thought of her own past boldness, now contrasted with Ning Xuan’s innocence. Fresh, exciting—whether she was a blank page or not, she intended to paint her in her own colors.

“Do you think this closeness is too fast?”

She met Ning Xuan’s eyes, asking gently.

Ning Xuan, shy, looked away.

“A little.”

She had only just accepted her confession. Two days later, here she was. She wasn’t ready.

The first time was important. How could it be so rushed—here, in a martial arts hall dormitory?

Yu Yazhi didn’t know her thoughts. She smiled.

“I understand. I’m impatient. We’ll slow down.”

Yet as she lay back on the bed, her slip’s strap slid down, revealing pale skin, tempting.

Ning Xuan swallowed hard, set down the towel, and poured herself water.

She drank hastily.

Yu Yazhi teased:
“I’m thirsty too.”

Ning Xuan rinsed the cup, refilled it, and handed it over.

“Here.”

Yu Yazhi leaned closer.

“Feed me.”

Ning Xuan thought she was like a legendary temptress. She wanted to give in—but.

“This place isn’t right.”

She fed her the water, then leaned in, kissed her cheek softly.

“This room is small, the setting ordinary. Some things deserve more meaning.”

Yu Yazhi heard the romance in her words, her heart swelling.

“I don’t mind.”

The more she touched Ning Xuan, the more she found her pure and endearing, someone she wanted to keep close always.

“I really don’t mind.”

She caressed her cheek, eyes tender yet burning: Come on, I don’t mind. Do whatever you want.

Clatter.

The cup rolled to the floor.

Ning Xuan snapped back, relieved it hadn’t shattered on the wooden boards. She quickly picked it up, set it on the table, face burning.

Her behavior felt foolish.

She turned off the light, unwilling to let Yu Yazhi see her embarrassment.

As an alpha, she felt too weak, ashamed.

Darkness fell.

She climbed into bed under the moonlight.

Yu Yazhi patted the space beside her.

“Sleep here.”

She had been lying slightly to the right, but seeing Ning Xuan head for the left, she shifted, claiming that side.

Now, Ning Xuan had to crawl over her to reach the right.

Careful to avoid contact, she moved gingerly.

But Yu Yazhi, playful, suddenly sat up and wrapped her arms around her neck.

Ning Xuan froze, breath caught, eyes locked on lips so close—then, without thinking, she kissed her.

Dry tinder and fire, always igniting when least expected.