After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 69

Yu Yazhi’s body carried a subtle fragrance.

As the atmosphere grew heated, that scent seemed to rise from her skin, enveloping Ning Xuan, filling her senses, driving her wild.

Kissing her, Ning Xuan thought she caught the faint aroma of chocolate pheromones.

Her lips moved to the back of Yu Yazhi’s neck, gently teasing and nibbling at her gland like a bee tasting a tender blossom.

Yu Yazhi, flushed and sweating, bit her lip, lashes trembling, her breath quick and suppressed, humming through her nose.

The sound was intoxicating, alluring.

Together, they were exploring an unknown world.

Then suddenly, a phone rang.

Ning Xuan snapped back to reality, quickly rolling aside, pulling the quilt over herself.

Yu Yazhi, caught off guard, couldn’t stop her.

Damn it!

Who had ruined her moment?

Annoyed, she grabbed the phone. The caller ID showed Meng Xi.

At this hour, she wouldn’t call without reason. Yu Yazhi trusted her judgment.

So, she answered.

“Hello, yes, it’s me.”

“President Yu, there’s trouble at the hotel. Check the news.”

Meng Xi’s voice was urgent, panicked.

Yu Yazhi frowned, immediately searching.

Breaking News: Couple discovers hidden camera at SY International Hotel!

The report said: At 9:20 p.m., a couple in a suite noticed a strange black dot. On closer inspection, the man found a pinhole camera hidden in the air-conditioning duct.

They had already called the police.

The article ended: Was this illegal surveillance by the hotel, or a device secretly installed by another guest? Police investigation pending.

Online comments were furious:
[Definitely the hotel. I’ve heard some hotels do this.]

[Focus! A couple’s suite had a camera, this is catering to perverts’ voyeurism!]

[Terrifying. SY International? Never going again!]

[As a woman, this is deeply violating. Blacklist SY forever.]

[Disgusting! Social scum! SY is finished!]

The comment section had exploded, all condemning SY International Hotel.

The financial damage was severe.

Meng Xi reported:
“It’s spreading too fast. The couple went straight to the police, reporters arrived quickly. PR couldn’t react in time. It’s already affecting stock prices.”

Yu Yazhi listened, mind racing. Something’s off. This couple seems suspicious, like they wanted to blow it up deliberately.

“Investigate them. And send word—check every room in every SY hotel. I don’t want another hidden camera scandal. I’m heading back now.”

She dressed quickly.

From the bed, Ning Xuan peeked out, seeing her stern face.

“What happened?” she whispered.

Yu Yazhi tied her hair, slipped on shoes, pulled her suitcase, packing as she spoke.

“Trouble at the hotel. I have to go back immediately.”

Ning Xuan sat up, serious.

“Is it that bad?”

She grabbed her phone, searched, and found the news about SY’s alleged surveillance.

“This, is there anything I can do?”

As a celebrity, she had influence. She could defend SY online, she didn’t believe the company would commit such crimes.

Yu Yazhi shook her head.

“No. Business matters get messier if the entertainment world interferes.”

She already had a plan, the couple was the key.

Meanwhile, the couple left the police station.

Reporters swarmed.

The girl, twenty, slim and delicate, leaned against her boyfriend, crying softly.

The boy, her age, tall and strong, a university student. They were in a long-distance relationship, meeting for the weekend.

Reunion passion had led them straight to intimacy at the hotel. Clothes nearly off, everything had been filmed.

“We trusted SY Hotel. Never thought this would happen. I’m fine, but my girlfriend is devastated.”

He spoke with pain to the cameras.

A reporter asked:
“Don’t you think reporting to the police causes her secondary harm? Why not handle it privately? You could’ve received a hefty settlement.”

“You’re twisted!”

The boy snapped, but calmed under his girlfriend’s touch.

“I didn’t want to report. But she said she didn’t want other girls hurt. She’s kind, righteous. Please don’t misjudge her.”

The camera cut to a female reporter, sharp and forceful:

“I admire this girl’s courage. She exposed a corrupt hotel. And us? Faced with injustice, should we stay silent or neutral? Silence in the face of injustice is siding with evil. Evil thrives only when the good remain silent.”

Watching the video, Ning Xuan fumed.

“Damn, that reporter is deliberately stirring panic, manipulating public opinion!”

The police hadn’t even finished investigating, yet she was already condemning SY, fueling outrage.

Ning Xuan saw through it instantly.

But few others did.

The public was swayed, flooding the comments:

[Women must protect women. Wishing her healing.]

[Police, don’t cover for criminals!]

[SY is powerful, I fear the truth will be buried!]

[Damn it, boycott SY!]

[Unsubscribed.]

[Unsubscribed 1!]

The uproar was unstoppable.

The negative impact continued to spread.

Ning Xuan, worried, shut down the news page.

“I’m leaving. You should sleep here. Don’t you have filming tomorrow?”

Yu Yazhi finished packing, walked over, kissed her cheek, and left the room.

Ning Xuan quickly followed.

“Let’s go together. I’ll sleep at the crew’s hotel.”

Yu Yazhi said nothing, simply took her hand.

They walked side by side down the stairs, all the way to the entrance of Dali Martial Arts Hall.

The car Ning Xuan had booked for her was already waiting.

The female driver stepped out, helped Yu Yazhi with her suitcase, and placed it in the trunk.

Yu Yazhi got into the back seat, closed the door, lowered the window, and waved.

“Go back now.”

Ning Xuan nodded, eyes earnest.

“Be careful on the road. Every problem has a solution. Don’t rush.”

Yu Yazhi answered softly, “Alright,” then told the driver to go.

The car quickly pulled away.

Ning Xuan checked the time, it was already past eleven.

She hailed a taxi back to the hotel rented by the crew.

This time, upon entering her room, she instinctively checked for hidden cameras, under lampshades, near sockets, inside air-conditioning ducts.

Sigh. The thought of secret filming was truly frightening.

Yu Yazhi arrived at SY International Hotel at three in the morning.

Meng Xi was still busy there. Hearing she had arrived, she rushed out to greet her.

“President Yu.”

Yu Yazhi said nothing, retrieved her suitcase from the trunk.

Meng Xi immediately took it, handed it to the front desk, and hurried with her into the elevator.

Yu Yazhi had already summoned the senior executives for an emergency meeting.

First, she ordered an internal review to determine if anyone had secretly installed pinhole cameras.

“Right now, I’m willing to give you a chance. If anyone steps forward, I’ll treat it as if nothing happened and won’t involve the police. But if I find out myself, you know the consequences.”

The room fell silent.

No one spoke.

Yu Yazhi clapped her hands once.

“Good. None of you have strange hobbies. Then, in this crisis, to prevent chaos, stay at your posts and keep order. Meeting adjourned.”

After dismissing them, she kept the security department behind.

“Any other hidden cameras found?”

Security manager Zhuo Yang replied:
“This hotel has been thoroughly checked, nothing found. Results from other branches will take more time.”

Yu Yazhi nodded, suspicion deepening. That couple is the problem, crying thief while being the thief.

“Come with me to the monitoring room.”

She strode quickly, instructing Meng Xi along the way:
“Investigate the couple’s background. Especially their social connections. See if they have ties to competitors. I suspect malicious business rivalry.”

Meng Xi had thought the same, and had already gathered information.

“The man is Song Wu, the woman Hu Xinyue. Both from clean, middle-class families, good reputations. Her parents are university professors. Their social circles are simple, they’re second-year film and directing students.”

“Film and directing?”

“Yes. Is that a problem, President Yu?”

“No.”

Yu Yazhi frowned, but upon reaching the monitoring room, she set the detail aside.

On the screen, Hu Xinyue smiled sweetly, entering the hotel with Song Wu.

Song Wu registered at the front desk, glancing at her often, ruffling her hair affectionately.

Hu Xinyue, petite, gazed up at him with tender eyes, gentle as spring water.

They looked like a perfect, loving couple.

Soon, they finished registration, took their key card, and entered the elevator.

Inside, fingers intertwined, they chatted lightly about campus life.

Arriving at their room, Song Wu couldn’t wait, he kissed her at the door.

They lingered there, kissing passionately.

The footage froze.

Security manager Zhuo Yang explained:
“The hallway cameras captured up to here. Next is footage from the pinhole camera. The original was taken by police, but Assistant Meng recorded it on her phone. Shall we watch?”

Yu Yazhi nodded.

Zhuo Yang played it.

The video was shaky, low quality.

The couple kissed, undressing, tossing clothes aside.

On the bed, just as things escalated, Hu Xinyue noticed a strange black dot. Song Wu checked, found the hidden camera.

The discovery looked natural.

But Yu Yazhi asked sharply:
“Hu Xinyue was lying with her head opposite the air conditioner. From that angle, could she really see the black dot?”