After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 78

Ning Xuan: “…”

This topic was getting far too risqué.

Just then, a knock sounded.

Room service had arrived with freshly pressed, chilled watermelon juice.

Yu Yazhi accepted it, thanked the staff, closed the door, and poured two glasses. Handing one over, she smiled: “Here, try it.”

Ning Xuan took a sip. The cool sweetness refreshed her instantly.

But Yu Yazhi pressed: “You still haven’t answered me.”

Ning Xuan froze, then forced a laugh: “You’re wonderful. How could you not be?”

Yu Yazhi’s gaze softened, her smile tender: “Then I’ll be even better from now on.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She quickly drank more juice to hide her fluster.

Sensing her shyness, Yu Yazhi changed the subject: “What do you want for lunch?”

After a moment’s thought, Ning Xuan suggested cold noodles.

The hotel didn’t serve them, so they ordered delivery.

While waiting, Ning Xuan showered. Yu Yazhi took a call from Shang Li.

Shang Li wanted her to rein in Yu Jiayan.

Yu Yazhi replied: “Do you think he listens to me?”

Shang Li sighed: “So you’ll just let him be?”

“We can control his actions, not his heart,” Yu Yazhi said. Then paused: “What foolishness has he done now?”

Shang Li hesitated, then admitted: “While herding sheep, one fell and died. He cried for ages.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Ridiculous. Yu Jiayan, compassionate toward animals? Surely just an act in front of Qu Ran.

“Don’t mind him. He’s performing.”

“Exactly. After crying, he insisted on roasting the lamb. Couldn’t be stopped.”

“He really roasted it? And Qu Ran agreed?”

“That’s why I’m angry. I feel Zhong Qiu indulges him too much.”

The thought weighed heavily. Did Zhong Qiu secretly prefer male alphas?

Shang Li still couldn’t separate Qu Ran from Zhong Qiu, seeing them as one.

Yu Yazhi frowned: “Impossible. Qu Ran doesn’t have such poor taste.”

Shang Li sighed again: “If you won’t handle it, I will.”

She had restrained herself only out of respect for Yu Yazhi.

Yu Yazhi chuckled: “Fine. Test Qu Ran’s attitude then.”

But Shang Li faltered: “I don’t dare. I’m always the one clinging. Zhong Qiu’s silence leaves me insecure. If I cross her line, it’ll be over.”

Yu Yazhi sighed: “Love breeds worry. Love breeds fear.”

Shang Li’s voice grew heavy: “I lose sleep every night. She rests easily. Tell me, what sin have I committed to deserve this torment? Why does she torture me? And how can she sleep so soundly while I suffer?”

Yu Yazhi teased: “If she lost sleep, would you be happy?”

Shang Li denied it: “No. Her health matters. Staying up would harm her.”

Yu Yazhi could only comfort: “Sincerity moves mountains. Don’t rush. Your fate lies ahead.”

Shang Li murmured: “Perhaps. I like her, it’s my own fault.”

She changed the subject: “And you, with Ning Xuan?”

One night together. Bound tightly. Reluctant to part.

Yu Yazhi suppressed the urge to gush, replying modestly: “We’re fine.”

But her joy was unmistakable.

Shang Li caught it: “You’ve consummated? When? Marked her yet?”

Yu Yazhi was still considering how to answer when Ning Xuan emerged from the bathroom.

Wife present, friends forgotten. Yu Yazhi ended the call with: “Busy now. Talk later.”

She hurried over to dry Ning Xuan’s hair: “Here, let me.”

Ning Xuan sat on the bed, letting her fuss.

As Yu Yazhi’s hands moved, they ignited sparks across her skin. “Ning Xuan, want me to help you relax?”

Ning Xuan caught her hand, pulled her down beside her, then rolled over, pressing close, murmuring: “This is enough. This is comfortable.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

This position, comfortable for her, but not for Yazhi.

Ning Xuan’s warm breath seared her skin.

Yu Yazhi tried to move, but Ning Xuan held her tight: “Don’t. I like this.”

Eyes closed, she basked in the warmth.

Yu Yazhi stroked her hair indulgently: “Not shy anymore?”

Ning Xuan answered with a kiss, proving her boldness.

Yu Yazhi shivered, teasing: “Careful. Or you won’t film this afternoon.”

Love tasted sweet. Lovers clung, eager to indulge at any moment.

Ning Xuan was no exception. Excited, she kissed her again, slipping under the covers.

Her shower had been wasted.

Knock, knock.

Room service: “Miss, your delivery has arrived.”

Because of celebrity guests, all deliveries were signed at the front desk and brought up by staff.

“Leave it outside.”

Ning Xuan poked her head out, face flushed, eyes hazy: “Outside.”

Her words cut off.

The thin blanket covered a writhing tangle. Suppressed cries seeped out.

An hour later.

Yu Yazhi, dressed again, showered, opened the door, and brought in the delivery.

The cold noodles had clumped, but still tasted fine. She carried them over to feed her beloved.

Ning Xuan sat up, wrapped in the blanket, eyes half closed, murmuring: “Next time, it’s my turn.”

She’d filmed all morning, too drained to take the lead.

Yu Yazhi laughed softly: “Alright. Next time, it’s yours.”

She twirled noodles with chopsticks, held them to Ning Xuan’s lips: “Be good. Eat.”

Ning Xuan bit down, puzzled: “Why do we start from the same place, yet end up so different?”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Was that a disguised compliment? A subtle recognition?

Ning Xuan’s heart soared, though she tried to downplay it: “Is the gap really that big? I don’t think there’s much difference.”

She didn’t want to dampen her own confidence or enthusiasm.

Chewing her noodles, she admitted honestly: “You don’t need to comfort me. I know my level.”

Her skill was far behind, and she knew she needed serious improvement.

Yu Yazhi’s smile was radiant as she offered encouragement: “No need to rush. Practice makes perfect. With your diligence and persistence, you’ll catch up soon.”

She was slyly coaxing her into “more exercise.”

Ning Xuan took the bait: “Exactly. The clumsy bird flies first. That’s the truth.”

She took the food box herself, eating: “You’re tired too. Go eat.”

Yu Yazhi laughed: “Later. My mouth’s still numb.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Her gaze drifted to those lips, imagining the agility of her tongue, and her mind wandered into dangerous territory again.

Even on set, she found herself distracted.

Acting opposite Jin Min, her state was poor. Director He Sheng slapped his thigh in frustration: “What’s wrong with you two? Heatstroke? Jin Min, where’s your expression? Ning Xuan, what are you thinking?”

Both were scolded.

Only Xin Lie, offering wine and cigarettes, managed to calm him down.

During the break, Jin Min apologized to the director.

She admitted her lack of professionalism had slowed progress.

He Sheng, who admired her, softened: “I don’t mean to scold you. With so many juniors watching, I can’t show favoritism. You’ve always been responsible and professional. Clearly something’s troubling you. I hope you resolve it soon.”

His words struck her deeply. Emotion welled up, her eyes stung with tears.

Her nightmare and her complicated feelings for Xin Lie had unsettled her.

He Sheng’s insight was uncanny.

“Yes. I will.”

She forced a smile, thanked him, and went to rest.

Under the parasol, Ning Xuan chatted with Xin Lie, expecting Jin Min to join them. Instead, Jin Min stopped under a tree near the director’s station.

“What’s going on?” Ning Xuan frowned at Xin Lie. “Did you quarrel with Jin Min jie?”

Xin Lie’s face stiffened: “Do you think I’d dare?”

Ning Xuan fell silent. True, Xin Lie adored her too much to risk displeasing her.

“Then what’s wrong with her?”

“Go ask.”

Xin Lie handed her a bottle of water and nudged her toward Jin Min.

Ning Xuan approached, offering the water: “Jin Min jie, have some.”

Then, casually: “Why didn’t you film this morning?”

She knew Jin Min had scenes scheduled but had postponed them, which was why Ning Xuan had been overworked to near heatstroke.

Hearing that, Jin Min felt guilty: “Sorry. I wasn’t feeling well, so I delayed. It affected you.”

Ning Xuan smiled: “It’s fine. But you seem down. Did something happen?”

Jin Min glanced at Xin Lie watching from afar, sighed.

Ning Xuan pressed: “What about Xin Lie jie?”

Jin Min paused, then said: “Nothing. We’re filming now. Romance affects performance. You came because of her, right? Tell her to focus on acting, not distractions.”

She couldn’t tell Xin Lie outright: We’re not suitable. There’s no future.

Not during filming. If things soured, how could they work together?

She doubted Xin Lie could separate feelings from work, she herself couldn’t.

Ning Xuan relayed the message.

Xin Lie frowned: “What does that mean? She wants to cut ties?”

Ning Xuan sensed trouble but tried to soften it: “No. She just wants to prioritize filming. Afterward, maybe she’ll be ready for love.”

Xin Lie sneered: “She films three hundred fifty days a year. Waiting for her to stop? Dream on.”

Her face hardened. She was ready to confront Jin Min directly.

Ning Xuan grabbed her: “Xin Lie jie, calm down. There are people here.”

“That’s why she won’t dodge anymore.”

“If she’s avoiding, it means she hasn’t decided. Give her time. The harder you chase, the more she’ll run.”

“If she runs, I’ll break her legs.”

Her voice grew sharp, eyes dark with frustration: “Xuan, let go. I’ll settle this today. After all this ambiguity, she owes me an answer.”

Her tone rose, anger spilling: “If I were ruthless, she’d already be carrying my child.”

Extras and crew surrounded them.

Ning Xuan panicked, one hand on her waist, the other covering her mouth: “Stop! Do you want this on the trending searches? Jin Min jie will be furious, maybe.”

“Ning Xuan!”

A cold, familiar voice cut through.

She turned. Yu Yazhi stood there, eyes blazing.

And Ning Xuan pressed against Xin Lie, arm around her waist, hand over her mouth looked like she was assaulting her.

Disaster. Her innocence!

“Yazhi, it’s a misunderstanding.”

She sprang back, hands raised, eyes earnest: “I didn’t do anything, it’s really a misunderstanding. Please believe me!”

Yu Yazhi said nothing. Lips pressed tight, face cold, she glanced at Ning Xuan, then at Xin Lie, her sharp gaze like a blade assessing a rival.