After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 77

Morning after, awkwardness was inevitable.

Ning Xuan, shy by nature, couldn’t bring herself to meet Yu Yazhi’s gaze. She clutched her clothes as if sneaking away, slipped off the bed, and hurried into the bathroom.

Water splashed, toothbrush scraped. When she emerged, she lifted her head and saw Yu Yazhi sitting up.

Her hair was tousled into a bird’s nest, eyes half closed with sleep, yet she smiled: “Good morning, darling.”

Ning Xuan forced composure: “Morning darling.”

After intimacy, the way they addressed each other had to change.

Yu Yazhi greeted her, then flopped back down. She was exhausted, last night had gone on too long. Her neck gland throbbed faintly.

“Ask your assistant to buy some medicine,” she murmured, turning on her side. “My gland hurts.”

The culprit, Ning Xuan, flushed crimson. She whispered: “I know.”

She’d realized last night she’d bitten too hard, leaving it swollen. Guilty, she promised: “I’ll have it sent to you soon.”

She dressed quickly and tiptoed out.

Outside, Luo Yuanyuan waited. Seeing her, she teased: “Xuan jie, you’re up late today.”

Ning Xuan smiled awkwardly: “Um, buy some anti swelling medicine.”

Alarmed, Luo asked: “Are you hurt? Do you need anything else?”

Ning Xuan shook her head: “Not me. Yazhi’s here. Just get it to her.”

Noticing her blush, Luo thought for a moment, then nodded: “Alright. I’ll go now.”

She dashed into the elevator.

Ning Xuan took another elevator down to the breakfast buffet. She ate lightly, then brought probiotic milk, a boiled egg, bread, and corn back upstairs.

Yu Yazhi was still asleep.

Ning Xuan set the food on the table, soaked a towel, and gently wiped her face.

Yu Yazhi blinked awake, dazed: “Xuan, why so attentive today?”

Ning Xuan, guilty, replied sweetly: “This is attentive? Isn’t it what I should do?”

She handed her toothbrush, toothpaste, and cup, even held the bin for her to spit. Yu Yazhi completed her morning routine without leaving bed.

Then, without warning, she pulled Ning Xuan close and kissed her passionately.

Ning Xuan froze. That wasn’t what she meant! But she couldn’t refuse such warmth. She kissed back, hands wandering instinctively.

Yu Yazhi fell back, letting her have her way.

After a while, Ning Xuan’s reason returned: “No, we can’t. I have filming today.”

Yu Yazhi stopped, not wanting to interfere with her work. She smiled: “Do you like the taste of this toothpaste?”

It was lemon flavored—fresh, tangy, fragrant.

Ning Xuan nodded: “I do.”

Yu Yazhi’s smile bloomed: “Me too.”

Clearly, her “liking” meant something else.

♪ Spellbound, obsessed with you.

The ringtone cut through their gaze.

Ning Xuan answered, it was Xin Lie, urging her to hurry to set.

“The director’s waiting.”

Xin Lie teased: “Don’t let short pleasures keep you from getting up.”

Ning Xuan blushed furiously: “I’m coming.”

She hung up, pointed to the table: “Yazhi, eat breakfast. I have to film. I can’t stay.”

Yu Yazhi nodded: “Alright. See you at noon.”

Ning Xuan murmured “Mm” and rushed out.

Fifteen minutes later, she arrived on set.

Director He Sheng was scolding someone. A veteran with authority, he spared no one except Jin Min, who was flawless. Even Xin Lie had been scolded before.

Today’s target was Zhu Shanshan, a once spoiled starlet. Since joining the crew, she’d been berated so often she no longer resisted.

“Yes, yes.”

Head bowed, she apologized numbly: “Sorry, Director He. Please give me another chance.”

He waved her back into place. Filming resumed.

Ning Xuan pulled Xin Lie aside, whispering: “How’s his mood today?”

Xin Lie shrugged: “He’s yelling first thing in the morning. What do you think?”

“Why?”

Xin Lie didn’t answer. Instead, she asked: “Your wife came?”

Ning Xuan froze, embarrassed, then nodded: “Yes. Why?”

“Nothing. Don’t be shy.”

Like a brother, Xin Lie slung an arm around her shoulder, envious: “She’s come twice already, right? Not far apart. She’s really clingy.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

How to respond?

Before she could, Xin Lie pressed: “We’re close, don’t keep secrets. Teach me, how do you win a wife?”

Ning Xuan faltered: “Um, Xin Lie jie, you’ve misunderstood.”

She was the one being pursued.

Xin Lie, oblivious, asked: “Misunderstood what?”

“I didn’t chase.”

Thinking of Xin Lie’s troubled romance, Ning Xuan softened: “It was mutual. We met halfway.”

Xin Lie’s envy deepened: “Mutual love is the most beautiful.”

Ning Xuan recalled last night’s passion, smiling shyly, sweetly: “It really is.”

Seeing her radiant, Xin Lie grew jealous: “Enough. Stop smiling. Go change and get to work.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Ning Xuan was at a loss for words.

It felt like burning the bridge after crossing the river. Women in love were mercurial indeed.

That day’s shoot was an assassination scene staged by the Z organization against high ranking Japanese officials.

Ning Xuan played He Suizi, the daughter of one such official, attending the banquet.

The party was lively—glasses clinking, laughter filling the hall.

Then—bang! bang!

Two gunshots shattered the illusion.

Blood sprayed, screams erupted, chaos ensued.

He Suizi fled with the crowd, trembling in fear.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed hers, pulling her away.

The killer pursued.

She lost a shoe in the scramble. It wasn’t scripted, but Ning Xuan didn’t stop, she kept running.

Sharp stones cut her foot. Blood seeped out.

“Cut!”

Director He Sheng halted filming, sending medics to treat her.

The crew always had medical staff on standby.

Ning Xuan sat under a parasol, foot dirty, embedded with pebbles mixed with blood.

As they cleaned, she hissed in pain.

Xin Lie admired her grit: “You’re really dedicated.”

Another acting fanatic, just like Jin Min.

Ning Xuan gave a wry smile: “I didn’t want to redo the scene just because of a lost shoe.”

Xin Lie respected her professionalism but cautioned: “Don’t hurt yourself. If it affects future filming, it’s not worth it.”

Ning Xuan nodded: “I know. I weighed it. It wasn’t serious.”

The medics patched her up quickly.

Director He didn’t grant her rest. Seeing the medics pack up, he barked: “Props ready. Continue shooting. Ning Xuan, can you go on?”

Xin Lie muttered: “With him asking like that, could you say no? He really doesn’t know how to cherish his actresses.”

Ning Xuan smiled faintly, ignored her, and told the director: “I can.”

With bandaged feet, she slipped her shoes back on, pain lingering, but endured.

Filming continued until one in the afternoon, four straight hours.

Exhausted, drenched in sweat, her bandages slipped off.

Xin Lie, equally sweaty, gulped water, then warned: “Careful your foot doesn’t get infected in this heat.”

Ning Xuan, pale and drained, nodded silently. Luo Yuanyuan helped her back to the hotel.

She was close to heatstroke.

The cool air conditioning revived her.

Yu Yazhi was on the phone by the window. Hearing the door, she turned, frowning: “What’s wrong? You look awful.”

Luo explained: “Too hot. Xuan jie may have heatstroke.”

Yu Yazhi’s heart clenched: “Filming in this heat? That director treats actors like machines.”

She hung up, rushed to the bathroom, soaked a towel, and pressed it to Ning Xuan’s face, then laid it on her forehead.

Luo applied medicated oil under her nose to refresh her.

Gradually, Ning Xuan recovered: “Just tired. I’ll be fine.”

Hours of nonstop filming had drained her.

Yu Yazhi, seeing her better, dismissed Luo: “I’ll take care of her. You rest.”

Once alone, she stripped Ning Xuan’s clothes, wiping her neck and underarms with the damp towel.

Ning Xuan squirmed, giggling: “Enough. I’m fine.”

Yu Yazhi stopped, called room service for chilled watermelon juice, then declared: “Filming is too hard. From now on, let me support you.”

Ning Xuan blinked, then laughed: “It’s not that bad. Yesterday was off, so today they rushed. I want to finish quickly too.”

Actors always longed to create more roles, more memorable characters. Watching Jin Min and Xin Lie’s effortless performances, she often felt envy.

Yu Yazhi pouted: “You really love acting that much?”

Ning Xuan nodded: “Yes. It’s like your work. Immersing in a role feels exhilarating.”

Yu Yazhi scoffed: “Work exhilarating? Not for me.”

Compared to last night, nothing felt more thrilling than being with her. No wonder people got addicted.

She spoke her mind: “Honestly, I’ve never found joy in work. Not like being with you.”

Her words made Ning Xuan blush, imagination running wild.

She coughed, smiling: “Everyone’s different. I find joy in acting.”

Yu Yazhi frowned: “More joy than with me? Am I not good enough?”