After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 70

Everyone shook their heads.

“No. Impossible.”

Hu Xinyue was lying.

She had known all along about the hidden camera.

Yu Yazhi carried this discovery to the police station.

The officer handling the case offered his view:
“Perhaps the girl noticed the black dot earlier but didn’t react. Then later, she realized what it was?”

Yu Yazhi argued firmly:
“I reviewed the footage. She never once looked toward the air conditioner. Only after lying down did she ‘discover’ the black dot. Something is wrong.”

She laid out her analysis:
“There are three possible sources for the pinhole camera. First, hotel staff secretly installed it. Second, a previous guest installed it. Both would be our responsibility—our failure in security. I will take responsibility. But there’s a third possibility: a staged act, a thief crying thief. The police must consider every angle.”

The officer countered:
“You forget, the camera had already recorded three days of footage. That means it was there before they checked in.”

Yu Yazhi pressed back:
“Then they had accomplices. That makes it even more serious, an organized crime.”

“And their motive?”

“That’s for you officers to uncover.”

She rose, bowed slightly, and said solemnly:
“Our hotel will fully cooperate.”

She glanced at Meng Xi, who handed over a stack of documents.

Yu Yazhi continued:
“These are staff records and guest lists for the past week in that room. Please investigate thoroughly and clear SY’s name.”

The officer studied the files, then nodded gravely.

By the time she left the station, dawn had broken.

Her father called, summoning her to the family estate.

He had seen the news that morning and was furious. As soon as she arrived, he lashed out:
“What have you been doing? When such news breaks, shouldn’t you silence the reporters first?”

Yu Yazhi lowered her head, listening without defense.

The incident had already happened. Any excuse would sound hollow.

It was her responsibility, and she would bear it.

But her father remained disappointed.

“You have two days. If you can’t resolve this, you’ll leave SY Hotel.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

She stared at him in disbelief. One mistake, and he dismissed all her past efforts.

“Cheng-ge, don’t be so harsh. Yazhi didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Sun Meiqing interjected, her pale hand patting his chest as if to soothe, though her words only fanned the flames.

“She’s just a young woman, mistakes are inevitable. Don’t be so severe. Besides, she’s been busy with Jiayan these past two days.”

Mentioning Jiayan was like poking a hornet’s nest.

Her father immediately linked the two issues, thinking his son had been dragged down by her actions, and grew even angrier.

“One mistake can be fatal. Two days. If you fail, resign. SY cannot carry this scandal.”

He meant to “sacrifice” her to appease public outrage.

Yu Yazhi, drained of hope, said only:
“I understand.”

She left those words behind and went upstairs.

In the master bedroom, Yu Jiayan was still smashing things.

Bang!

Crash!

“Let me out!”

His hoarse voice roared:
“I won’t eat! Get out! All of you!”

Clearly, he had been shouting like this for days.

Yu Yazhi listened from outside, then pushed the door open.

Seeing her, Jiayan rushed over like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline.

“Jie, save me! I’m going insane.”

He was unshaven, reeking of smoke, his handsome face swollen and bruised, he had been beaten.

Pitiful.

But Yu Yazhi felt little sympathy. Their sibling bond was poisoned; they were destined to clash.

“The hotel is in trouble.”

She looked at him coldly.

“You wouldn’t stoop to sabotaging your own family, would you?”

Jiayan’s eyes flared with confusion and agitation.

“What are you talking about? I just want out of this hellhole!”

He glanced at the door, searching for someone.

“Did you see Ranran? Didn’t you bring her?”

Yu Yazhi avoided provoking him.

“She said she has no feelings for you. She refused to come.”

Jiayan had expected as much, but it only made him more frantic.

“I told you to force her back! She’s just a lonely girl, no one to care for her. How can you be so useless?”

His mood was foul, his words reckless.

Yu Yazhi ignored the insult, delivered the message, and turned to leave.

Jiayan grabbed her desperately.

“Jie, help me! I need to get out! If you don’t, I’ll jump!”

Yu Yazhi pulled his hand away, dismissing his madness.

She thought him too pampered to harm himself.

But she was wrong.

That night, the spoiled young master leapt from the building, breaking his leg.

He was rushed to the hospital.

Yu Yazhi, hearing the news, had no choice but to set aside work and visit.

At the ward entrance, she was nearly struck by Sun Meiqing’s hand.

The once gentle wife and mother had collapsed into a shrill fury, no different from a shrew.

“It’s all you! You can’t stand to see us well! He’s your brother! How could you harm him—for inheritance! Heartless creature!”

She wept bitterly at the door.

“You want to drive us to death, just for inheritance!”

Reporters, alerted, swarmed like a tide, microphones thrust forward:
“How is Young Master Yu’s condition?”

“President Yu, rumors say you pushed him for inheritance. Is it true?”

“Miss Yu, with SY Hotel in crisis, did you target your brother out of fear?”

“Sources claim you’ve long been at odds, even stripping him of money and abandoning him in the mountains. Is that true?”

The press knew too much, too fast.

Yu Yazhi, trapped in the storm of questions, thought grimly: This must be Sun Meiqing’s doing. She leaked Jiayan’s fall. She leaked Dafu Village. What else has she done in secret, all for inheritance?

Once, she had seemed like any mother—gentle, harmless, revolving around husband and son.

But Yu Yazhi had underestimated her.

Jiayan was mediocre, incompetent, and obsessed with love, uninterested in inheritance.

Yet for years, he had been a constant source of trouble.

Perhaps, behind it all, was the hand of his “good mother.”

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared—it was the same reporter from the earlier video, the one who had called for justice and stirred public opinion.

She was a female Alpha, dressed in black professional attire, a press badge hanging from her neck. Her name: Xia Lei.

“President Yu, please answer my question!”

Her words were as sharp as ever:
“Did you, because of SY International Hotel’s failure, choose to harm your own brother?”

Yu Yazhi didn’t answer. Instead, she yanked off Xia Lei’s press badge and turned to the cameras.

“Xia Lei, Reporter Xia, how much did Sun Meiqing pay you to smear me? Hmm? In the SY Hotel case, you exaggerated facts, twisted speculation, and even incited online abuse. Do you know I’ve already sent you a lawyer’s letter?”

She swept her gaze across the crowd of reporters, memorizing each badge, and declared coldly:
“Anyone here who dares to publish slander like that, damaging me or SY’s reputation, I will sue you until you lose everything.”

Her fierce words silenced the press instantly.

Flashbulbs still popped, then quickly dimmed.

At that moment, Yu Zhengcheng arrived with several bodyguards, his face stern, authority radiating.

“Enough. This is a hospital. What are you shouting about? Do you have no professional ethics?”

The reporters exchanged uneasy glances, none daring to speak.

Sun Meiqing stepped forward, voice trembling with false remorse.

“Everyone, forgive me. I was too worried, I misspoke. Our Yazhi is a good child, she would never do such a thing. You’re all journalists pursuing justice, don’t let my careless words mislead you.”

She dabbed at her tears, choking up.

“This little matter isn’t worth your trouble. Please, disperse.”

The reporters, hearing her plea, left.

Yu Zhengcheng waited until they were gone, then strode into the ward.

Inside, Yu Jiayan’s handsome face was scratched and bleeding. He groaned,

“It hurts so much. Dad, ask the doctor if I can get a painkiller. I can’t take it anymore!”

Yu Zhengcheng ignored him, didn’t even glance his way. Instead, he glared at his wife.

“What happened? How did reporters get here?”

He had spent the entire day at the police station, even arranged dinner with the chief, only to hear his son had “fallen from a building.” The shock nearly gave him a heart attack.

None of them could be trusted.

Sun Meiqing wept prettily, her tears like rain.

“Cheng-ge, I don’t know. When Yan Yan fell, I panicked, only thought of calling the doctor. I don’t know how the reporters came.”

Her eyes shimmered with innocence, her demeanor pitiful.

Yu Yazhi had no patience for her theatrics. She strode to the bed and slapped Jiayan hard across the face.

Smack!

The sound rang out.

Jiayan was so stunned he forgot to cry out.

“You, you hit me?”

Yu Yazhi raised her hand again.

Jiayan clutched his cheek, dodging, shouting:
“You’re hitting me again! If you had helped me, would I have jumped? It’s all you! Yu Yazhi, you see me suffering and you don’t care! You just laugh at me!”

Yu Yazhi clenched her fist, restraining the urge to strike him again.

“I think I understand Qu Ran now.”

She murmured, realizing in that moment why Qu Ran had wanted to escape, desperate to flee this chaotic, toxic world.

No one understood her.

She was manipulated by her stepmother, measured by her father, hurt by her brother, branded by the media.

How had her life become this?

“What do you mean?”

Jiayan, oblivious to her pain, grabbed her hand nervously.

“Jie, what about Qu Ran?”

Yu Yazhi said nothing, pulled free, and walked out.

Sun Meiqing blocked her, crying:
“You owe me an explanation! What did you say to Yan Yan? You left, and he jumped right after! If you don’t explain, you’re not leaving today!”

Yu Yazhi, fed up, slapped her hand away and snapped:
“You want an explanation? I want one too. Why were reporters here? Why did they arrive so quickly for the SY scandal? Did you fan the flames? Sun Meiqing, what role are you playing in this? Are you the mastermind?”

“You’re insane!”

Sun Meiqing’s eyes bulged, her beauty gone, her face twisted.

“You’re a mad dog, biting at everyone! Cheng-ge, stop her.”

“Enough!”

Yu Zhengcheng roared, his head pounding.

“Both of you, shut up!”

Yu Yazhi sneered.

“I’ll uncover the truth. Chairman Yu, you’ve been played by a woman.”

She didn’t even call him father.

The bond between them had frozen to ice.

Yu Zhengcheng was stunned.

“What did you just call me? What did you say?”

Yu Yazhi ignored him, striding out of the ward.

She had no father anymore.

From the moment her mother died, she had been fatherless.

No matter how hard she worked, she would never earn his recognition, his love.

It hurt.

It broke her heart.

It left her feeling utterly wronged.

The harder she tried, the worse things became.

She sat in her car.

She didn’t drive. She leaned against the steering wheel, eyes misted with tears.

In this private space, she let sorrow spread unchecked.

♪ Spellbound, enchanted by you, spellbound. ♪

Her familiar ringtone rang.

Seeing Ning Xuan’s name, her heart trembled, comforted.

At least she still had her.

Because of her, the world wasn’t entirely unbearable.