After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 71

“Hey, Yazhi, what are you up to?”

Ning Xuan’s voice carried a note of concern.

Yu Yazhi gathered her emotions and forced a light smile. “Nothing much. Just driving. How about you? How was your day?”

Ning Xuan chuckled. “Not bad. I just finished filming and thought I’d call to report my schedule.”

Yu Yazhi’s mood lifted. “Such a good girl.”

Ning Xuan teased, “What can I say? I’ve got a fierce wife at home.”

“You mean I’m fierce?”

“It’s better if you are. I like fierce.”

She was lying.

Of course she didn’t like “fierce,” but she hoped Yu Yazhi could be tougher—strong enough to face the malicious attacks online without being crushed.

Yu Yazhi wasn’t convinced. “Really? I always thought you were a little afraid of me.”

“It was just because we were strangers,” Ning Xuan explained. “Now that I know you, I’m not afraid anymore.”

She used to suspect Yazhi might dig into her gland, but now, feeling her love, she only saw her as gentle and adorable.

Yu Yazhi said no more. After chatting for a while, her mood calmed considerably.

When a person regains calm, reason follows.

Though the situation was chaotic, she had the ability to handle it. And once it was resolved, she would leave the Yu family.

Before, she had no real ambitions, only the desire for her father’s approval. Now, she wanted nothing more than to stay by Ning Xuan’s side.

“I miss you, Ning Xuan.”

She longed to hold her tightly, to feel her warmth and breath. And to finish what they hadn’t yet finished, something that would be so comforting, so blissful.

“I miss you too.”

Ning Xuan’s voice dipped shyly, then she quickly changed the subject. “I’ve seen the news online. Just ignore it. They’re just gossiping nobodies.”

“Mm. I know. Don’t worry about me.”

But remembering they were bound as one, Yu Yazhi asked, “Did they say anything about you?”

“No,” Ning Xuan replied. “I’ve got countless fans protecting me. They didn’t get the better of me.”

Still uneasy, Yu Yazhi logged into Weibo and opened Ning Xuan’s page. She had just posted a photo wearing a gorgeous pink gown from filming, its wide hem trailing across the floor.

The caption read:

“A princess doesn’t care about others’ eyes, only whether her dress is dirty.”

Clearly a subtle jab.

She opened the comments:

• “Our Ning Bao is the most beautiful!”

• “Exactly! Why drag Ning Bao into SY’s scandal? Not all crows are the same. Ning Bao is a fairy!”

• “I still trust SY. Let JC give the results. Who do you think you are, Detective Conan?”

• “Listen, my friend works at SY. They’ve checked thoroughly, no other hidden cameras found. Highly suspect it’s self-directed drama!”

• “Right, didn’t Jinrong Hotel have a food poisoning case? Turned out it was the guests themselves, just to demand hush money!”

• “Anyway, we trust Ning Bao and her judgment!”

• “Support SY! Sisters, keep posting!”

All positive.

Yu Yazhi felt relieved. “Good. As long as it didn’t affect you.”

Being close to Ning Xuan always filled her with positive energy. Now, she felt capable again.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”
“You’d better. I believe in you.”

They chatted a little longer before hanging up.

Afterward, Yu Yazhi returned to the SY Hotel. She had hired two hackers to infiltrate Song Wu and Hu Xinyue’s phones, uncovering evidence: extravagant spending, heavy debts suddenly cleared, and a spree of luxury purchases.

Clearly, illicit funds had flowed in.

“Can you trace the sender?”

“We’re still tracking.”

After working all night, the hackers locked onto one person—Xia Lei.

Yu Yazhi had long suspected that reporter. She immediately ordered an investigation into Xia Lei’s social ties, especially any connection with Sun Meiqing.

Meanwhile, Sun Meiqing pushed open her son’s hospital room door, bringing breakfast.

Yu Jiayan had been in pain all night and had only just fallen asleep. Light sleeper that he was, he sensed her presence immediately. But he pretended to sleep, unwilling to acknowledge her.

Just as Yu Yazhi had lost faith in her father, Yu Jiayan had lost faith in his mother. He never imagined the woman who always supported him would oppose his marriage so fiercely and even strike him.

She had always been gentle, but when she raised her hand, she was harsher than Yu Yazhi.

She felt like a stranger. A terrifying stranger.

“Yan Yan.”

Sensing he was awake, Sun Meiqing sat by the bed, stroking his cheek tenderly. “Does it still hurt?”

Yu Jiayan’s anger flared. “Get out! I don’t want to talk to you right now!”

He resented her deeply. If not for her, he wouldn’t have been injured. He had tied the bedsheet into a rope, nearly climbed down, but she forced people to drag him back. In that moment, he let go and jumped, spraining his foot.

“If I end up crippled, single for life, will that finally satisfy you?”

His voice dripped with hatred.

Sun Meiqing clenched her fists, tempted to strike him again, but restrained herself. “Yan Yan, can’t you be more mature? Once you inherit, with wealth at your disposal, you can have any woman you want.”

“I only want Ranran,” Yu Jiayan shot back. “She’s my fairy. I’ll give her the best.”

Sun Meiqing exploded. “Without the Yu family, what can you possibly give her? You stupid! Can’t you show some ambition?”

Yu Jiayan fell silent.

Yu Jiayan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You actually called me stupid! Are you possessed? Are you even my mother anymore?”

Sun Meiqing, realizing words were useless, set down a bowl of bone broth before him. Her face darkened as she barked, “Drink your soup! One more word out of you, and I’ll have someone break your other leg!”

Yu Jiayan: “…”

He truly felt his mother had changed. For a fleeting moment, he even wondered, had she ever really loved him?

7:00 a.m.

Yu Father sat alone at the dining table. His wife had gone to the hospital to see their son. His daughter was married and had long since moved out of the old house. Eating breakfast alone, he felt an unbearable chill.

In old age, solitude becomes terrifying.

He called over the butler, Dong Hou, and made casual conversation. “I remember you have a grandson. Why haven’t you ever brought him here to play?”

Dong Hou smiled. “Children are noisy—at that age, they’re more trouble than joy.”

Chairman Yu shook his head, thoughtful. “Noisy is good. Noise means life.”

The silence of the house pressed heavier on him. In the past, though his daughter seldom visited and his son was often out carousing, the family still felt harmonious. Nothing like the chaos now. All of it had begun with the matter of inheritance.

Inheritance. He sighed. “Jiayan is becoming more and more hopeless.”

Dong Hou, ever the cautious servant, kept his words measured. “Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes.”

Chairman Yu knew his butler’s prudence, but today he longed for more than platitudes. “What do you think of Madam and the young master?”

His daughter’s words echoed in his mind, that he had been played by Sun Meiqing. Impossible, he thought. Sun Meiqing had always been the gentle, tender wife. Yet lately, her changes were undeniable.

Dong Hou smiled, his reply watertight. “Master, your eyes miss nothing. No one can escape your judgment.”

Chairman Yu only shook his head, sighed, and said no more.

Meanwhile, Yu Yazhi remained at the SY Hotel. After working through the night with two hackers, she showered, changed clothes, and revived herself with coffee before diving back into work.

Ding.

Her phone buzzed with a WeChat message from Ning Xuan. First came a photo of white clouds, followed by a line of text:

“Yazhi, look! What do these clouds look like to you?”

The clouds resembled a flying fish, complete with a tail. Yu Yazhi marveled:

“It really does look like a fish. How did you capture this? Amazing.”

Ning Xuan replied:

“You’re the first person to see this photo.”

Yu Yazhi was touched, sending a cheerful voice message:

“Thank you. Ning Xuan, you truly are my first love. I really like this. I’ll set it as my screensaver.”

Feigning surprise, Ning Xuan teased: “What? Isn’t your screensaver already me? Mine is you, you know.”

She sent a screenshot—her lock screen was indeed Yu Yazhi, hair flowing, her profile delicate yet alluring.

Yu Yazhi’s heart melted. “When did you take this photo? I didn’t even know.”

Ning Xuan herself wasn’t sure. The picture must have been taken secretly by the original owner. She had stumbled upon it while browsing her album, found it beautiful and atmospheric without being too ostentatious, and set it as her wallpaper. Now, pressed by Yazhi’s question, she quickly changed the subject. “That’s a secret. Hurry up and set me as yours.”

Yu Yazhi didn’t press further. She swapped her wallpaper for Ning Xuan’s cloud photo, then sent a screenshot. “I’ll use this one first. I love it. It’s so healing.”

Ning Xuan teased again: “So my photo isn’t healing enough?”

Yu Yazhi laughed. “Of course it is. But if my screensaver is you, how could I focus on work? I’d be too distracted, missing you too much.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Her heart melted under the sweetness, leaving her speechless.

Yu Yazhi continued: “When you’re back or when I visit, we’ll take a photo together and use it as our WeChat profile picture.”

Ning Xuan agreed. “Alright. I’ll be back next Sunday for Shining Future. We can meet then.”

Yu Yazhi calculated the days, her tone wistful. “Another whole week, it feels like forever.”

Ning Xuan laughed. “Yazhi, you’re just too adorable.”

Adorable Yazhi blushed, grateful the office was empty. Her cheeks burned as she fanned herself, then changed the subject. “What are you doing now?”

“Waiting for filming.”

“Oh. Is filming tough? If you don’t perform well, does the director scold you?”

“No. Two senior actors are guiding me, and everyone’s been very kind.”

“That’s good.”

They chatted idly until the director called Ning Xuan to set, ending their conversation.

Yu Yazhi put down her phone, brimming with energy again. Ning Xuan was her joy, her battery pack.

Knock, knock.

Someone rapped on the door.

Yu Yazhi looked up. “Come in.”

The door opened.

The visitor stepped inside.

It was Xia Lei.

Yu Yazhi froze for a moment, then quickly composed herself. “What are you doing here?”

Xia Lei found the sofa and sat down uninvited. “You sent me a lawyer’s letter. I came to negotiate.”

Yu Yazhi’s interest piqued. She closed the file before her, walked over, and sat opposite. “Negotiate. That depends on what you can offer me.”