After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 73

Was it a pity?

Perhaps the old Yu Yazhi would have clenched her teeth and endured.

But not anymore.

“Leave.”

Yu Yazhi pulled her hand free, face cold. “This afternoon I’ll go to the hotel to hand over my work. If you don’t want to stay at SY, I won’t force you. But at my side, there will be no place for you.”

She felt Meng Xi was far too dependent on her, and it unsettled her.

Meng Xi let go, heart aching. “President Yu, you’re truly ruthless.”

Her words sounded like an accusation, like betrayal.

Yu Yazhi frowned, finding her reaction baffling. She had wanted to explain, but seeing her like this, she lost the will.

Meng Xi left, hollow and broken.

The bedroom fell silent again.

Yu Yazhi browsed more pages of Hengzhuang’s food streets online. When she checked the time, it was already noon, so she called Ning Xuan.

Ning Xuan answered quickly, her voice light and smiling: “Yazhi, good afternoon.”

Her voice always lifted Yazhi’s mood.

Yu Yazhi smiled: “Good afternoon. Have you eaten?”

Ning Xuan replied: “Yes.”

She even sent a photo of her lunch.

Yu Yazhi frowned at the sight: “A boxed meal? That looks rough, no nutrition, not even clean.”

Ning Xuan laughed: “That’s how the crew eats. I can’t ask for special treatment. If I’m not filming at night, dinner is free.”

Yu Yazhi’s heart ached: “Don’t you have an assistant? Ask her to order from Dali Martial Arts Restaurant and bring you something decent.”

Ning Xuan chuckled: “It’s fine. Enough about me, how are things on your end? I saw the police report. The truth is out. Congratulations.”

Yu Yazhi’s mood darkened: “I resigned.”

She wanted Ning Xuan’s view, so she added: “I gave up the inheritance. I left SY.”

Ning Xuan was startled: “Really? That’s so sudden.”

This wasn’t in the script. Was the plot collapsing?

Yu Yazhi gauged her tone: “You don’t support me?”

Ning Xuan replied: “Of course I do. Competing for inheritance never made you happy. Resigning is fine. If one door closes, another opens. You’ve invested in other businesses, you’re still President Yu. And if all else fails, I’ll support you with my acting career!”

That last line melted Yu Yazhi’s heart.

This was exactly the support she craved: someone who saw her unhappiness, believed in her, and was willing to “take care of her.”

She teased: “So how will you support me?”

Ning Xuan thought seriously: “I’ll give you all my earnings. If you’re bored, you can join me on set. I’ll take you flying through the entertainment industry.”

Yu Yazhi had no interest in acting, but the life Ning Xuan painted intrigued her: “Alright. Whatever you film, I’ll invest.”

They chatted a while longer until someone called Ning Xuan away for filming. She hung up.

Just then, Aunt Wu knocked: “Miss, lunch is ready. Come down and eat.”

Yu Yazhi answered “Okay” and went downstairs.

At the table, Aunt Wu tried to mediate between father and daughter.

Yu Yazhi grew impatient: “Aunt Wu, if you want to be Chairman Yu’s messenger, I’ll be very disappointed.”

Aunt Wu fell silent immediately: “I’m sorry, Miss. I overstepped.”

Yu Yazhi softened: “I know you mean well.”

Aunt Wu blushed with shame: “Your happiness matters most.”

Yu Yazhi finished lunch cheerfully.

She returned to the company to hand over her work to Meng Xi.

Chairman Yu arrived, suppressing his displeasure: “What exactly do you want?”

Yu Yazhi’s gaze was icy: “Chairman Yu, you’re overthinking. I don’t want anything. I just want to leave this cage.”

His face darkened. Cage? She called the family a cage!

“You’re mad!”

He barked, then quickly softened, guessing at her motives: “If you’re under pressure, see a doctor. Omegas are sensitive and fragile, it’s true.”

He muttered the last part, but she heard.

Once, those words would have wounded her. Now, she didn’t care.

As Ning Xuan had said on Weibo: a princess doesn’t care about others’ eyes, only whether her dress is dirty.

“Chairman Yu, excuse me. I have a farewell meeting with the staff.”

She stood, gathered her papers, and walked out.

Chairman Yu opened his mouth, but no words came.

When someone no longer cares, they become unyielding, beyond control.

At the doorway, Yu Yazhi paused, turned back: “Sun Meiqing is ambitious. You’d better be cautious. Take care of yourself.”

Meanwhile, at the old residence, Sun Meiqing drowned her sorrows in wine.

Her son had fled the hospital on a broken leg. Her husband ignored it, ignored her.

She drank all afternoon, finally collapsing on the sofa.

Night fell.

Yu Zhengcheng returned to find his wife drunk, reeking of alcohol.

She had never drunk like this. For over twenty years, she had been gentle, virtuous, cooking meals daily.

But tonight, the kitchen was cold, the table bare.

“Meiqing.”

He frowned, nudging her.

She woke, clung to his neck, murmured: “Cheng ge, you’re back.”

She cried in his arms, hoping tears would soften him.

Once, her tears had won her everything.

Now, he pulled her hands away, face cold: “Yazhi resigned. She gave up the inheritance. Are you happy now?”

He still blamed her.

Sun Meiqing, aggrieved and resentful, cried: “Happy? With your sarcasm, how could I be happy?”

After her outburst, she sobbed again: “What do you want me to do? Kneel and beg Yazhi’s forgiveness? Fine, I’ll go right now!”

She stumbled out, weeping.

The servants had all been dismissed. She didn’t want anyone to witness the family’s turmoil.

In the courtyard, she glanced back. He hadn’t stopped her. Was he truly willing to let her beg Yazhi?

Ha! Never.

She went to the garage, started the car, and drove off. The house was too suffocating.

She refused to suffer there any longer.

After more than twenty years as a gilded canary, she’d had enough.

Yu Zhengcheng heard the car and remembered she’d been drinking. He called immediately: “What are you doing? Do you want to end up in jail for drunk driving?”

Sun Meiqing burst into tears again, voice trembling: “Do you even care if I go to jail? Cheng ge, do you still love me?”

Yu Zhengcheng had loved her for over twenty years. Love doesn’t vanish with a word.

And now, with things as they were, he could only keep making the same mistakes.

He had lost his daughter’s heart, and now his wife’s and son’s as well. Truly, he was left alone.

The family had fallen apart.

It was like a gambler’s mindset, clinging desperately to the last chip.

“Stop making a scene.”

He yielded: “Meiqing, I’m hungry.”

She pressed further: “Say you love me, then I’ll stop.”

Yu Zhengcheng looked at her, acting like a spoiled girl seeking pity, and his heart softened completely. “So, you’re throwing a childish tantrum too? Come back.”

The first thing Sun Meiqing did upon returning was to embrace him and kiss him.

She had him wrapped around her finger.

But after dinner, Yu Zhengcheng went straight to the study and signed the equity transfer papers.

In the end, he gave the company’s inheritance rights to his daughter, and left his personal assets to his son.

Meanwhile, Yu Yazhi was on a video call with Ning Xuan.

Packing her luggage, she said: “I’ve finished handing over my work. Tomorrow I’ll join the film crew. Imagine me at the crew’s hotel, cooking and doing laundry for you like a devoted housewife, how about that?”

Ning Xuan, mid meal, nearly burst out laughing: “No way. You’d be wasted as a housewife. I’d feel too much pressure.”

Yu Yazhi raised a brow: “Afraid I’ll check up on you? Cramp your freedom?”

Ning Xuan shook her head: “Not at all. My heart is really only in my career. You’ll see when you come, it’s hectic. Oh, tonight we’re filming a night scene.”

To prove it, she turned her camera toward the crew setting up the scene.

Yu Yazhi saw and reflected. Perhaps she really was being clingy, adding pressure. She smiled: “I was joking. I’m busy too. I’m not packing for the crew, I’m going to inspect the saffron plantation.”

She had once dismissed the plantation, leaving it to a professional manager after Zhong Qiu quit. But now, with no job, she could finally take a look herself.

Ning Xuan’s interest sparked: “I’ve never seen a saffron farm. I’d love to!”

Yu Yazhi promised: “I’ll send you a video later.”

Ning Xuan nodded eagerly: “Yes, please.”

As they chatted, Aunt Wu knocked: “Miss, the master is here.”

Yu Yazhi froze. Why had he come?

Ning Xuan overheard and laughed: “Yazhi, congratulations. You’ve won your father’s recognition after all.”

But Yu Yazhi couldn’t smile. She knew it wasn’t that simple.

She said goodbye to Ning Xuan, ended the call, and left her room.

Downstairs, Yu Zhengcheng was climbing up with a file folder.

Seeing her, he said: “Don’t come down. Let’s talk in the study.”

She led him there.

The study was lined with books—English, French, economics, politics, finance, sales—an entire wall.

Trophies from her student years stood proudly on display. She had always been exceptional.

Yu Zhengcheng sat on the sofa, surveying the room with satisfaction, nodding.

Yu Yazhi sat opposite, arms crossed, face cold, silent. As if speaking first meant losing ground.

Aunt Wu entered with tea, but neither touched it.

The silence stretched, heavy and strange.

At last, Yu Zhengcheng spoke: “What are your plans after resigning?”

Yu Yazhi’s tone was flat: “If you have something to say, say it.”

He concluded: “So, no plans.”

She frowned: “I do. I’m busy. Don’t worry, I won’t regret leaving.”

Her words cut like knives.

He had never seen her so sharp tongued. Stunned, he said: “I’m worried you won’t come back.”

He handed her the folder: “Open it.”

She did and was shocked. He had transferred all company shares to her. The inheritance was hers.

She was stunned. The more she had resisted, the more it came to her.

“What does this mean?”

She couldn’t understand. Was this his way of coaxing her back?

Yu Zhengcheng said: “I admit it. You are the best heir.”

Yu Yazhi laughed bitterly: “The best heir but not the one you wanted.”

He faltered, frowning: “Yazhi, must you speak with so many barbs?”

“So many barbs? Do you think I want to be a hedgehog?”

Her eyes were cold, her voice dripping with irony: “Do you know why hedgehogs have spines? To protect themselves because no one else will.”

Yu Zhengcheng lowered his head, guilt ridden: “Yazhi, I’m sorry.”

Her eyes reddened, fists clenched. “Why say sorry? Why give me the inheritance only after I gave up?”

Now more than ever, she wanted to know why he had made this choice.