After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 80

Though reckless, Yu Yazhi still got her way.

She filled the bathtub, and the two of them slipped into a lovers’ bath.

They washed each other tenderly, and before long, passion flared again.

The tub was large enough, but water spilled over the edges, neither cared.

By the time they emerged from the bathroom, it was already ten o’clock.

Ning Xuan, holding her waist, collapsed onto the bed, hunger gnawing: “I was worried these past few days that without enough exercise I’d gain weight.”

Now, clearly, she had no such concern.

Yu Yazhi rested her head on Ning Xuan’s arm, fingers tracing her toned abs, smiling: “So you admit it’s thanks to me.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

In flirtation, she was no match for Yu Yazhi.

“Still, we need moderation.”

After several rounds today, she feared she’d be drained if this continued long term.

Yu Yazhi caught her meaning, teasing: “You know, some of my wealthy friends say when couples travel, they make sure to feed and exhaust each other completely.”

Ning Xuan: “?”

Your friends sound terrifying.

She thought it, but laughed aloud: “Haha, clever strategy.”

Yu Yazhi leaned close, nibbling her ear, voice sultry: “So, we should practice well too.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Could she refuse? No.

“Alright.”

She closed her eyes: “Sleep. Tomorrow’s filming.”

Yu Yazhi murmured “Mm” and quieted.

Moonlight streamed softly, bathing the two as they slept entwined.

The next day, the heat grew worse.

By noon, the crew still hadn’t wrapped.

Jin Min, hiding her heat cycle, collapsed from exhaustion.

Xin Lie panicked, rushing forward, shoving people aside: “Clear the way! Ventilate! Call a doctor!”

She cooled her urgently, pressing wet towels to her forehead, splashing cold mineral water on her face.

Others scattered water over her body.

Jin Min slowly opened her eyes, dazed: “What, what happened?”

Xin Lie, sweating, finally eased but scolded sharply: “Fool! You’ve got heatstroke! Why didn’t you say anything? You—”

Can’t you care for your body?

She swallowed the last words.

Weak, dizzy, nauseous, Jin Min winced under her shouting.

Medical staff arrived, confirmed mild heatstroke, and ordered her carried back to rest.

Without hesitation, Xin Lie lifted her into her car, handing her a bottle of milk.

Jin Min frowned, she wanted water.

But Xin Lie, reading her thought, said gently: “I checked. Milk helps with heatstroke.”

She had prepared it in advance, never expecting it would be needed.

“Thank you.”

Jin Min inserted the straw, sipping reluctantly. The taste wasn’t pleasant, but she forced it down.

She had always endured, overcoming every hardship with grit.

The car was quiet.

Xin Lie drove, mind replaying Jin Min’s words from last night:

“I’m firmly against marriage and children.”

“But we can be bedmates for now.”

Bedmates? Not even lovers.

And she had said: “I’m a proper person.”

It wasn’t that she lacked suitors. She simply wanted only one, her.

The hotel soon loomed.

Xin Lie carried her swiftly into the elevator.

As the doors opened, Yu Yazhi stood opposite, holding two iced coffees.

“What happened?” she asked, eyes on the woman in Xin Lie’s arms.

Jin Min smiled weakly: “Nothing. Just heatstroke.”

Yu Yazhi’s concern shifted instantly: “And Ning Xuan? Still filming?”

Jin Min shook her head: “Don’t know.”

Her mind was foggy after fainting, too chaotic to recall the director’s words.

“Forget it. I’ll check.”

Yu Yazhi entered, calling Ning Xuan.

Ning Xuan answered: “Jin Min fainted, so the director dismissed us.”

“You’re back too? Where?”

“At the hotel. Waiting for the elevator.”

The doors opened with a chime.

Yu Yazhi saw Ning Xuan opposite, surrounded by staff.

Xu Ke chirped: “Thanks to Jin Min jie, she saved us all!”

Xu Ci tapped her head: “Say that to Director He and you’ll be scolded.”

Xu Ke pouted: “He’s really inhumane—”

Her words cut short.

“President Yu.”

Everyone greeted respectfully. They knew she was the film’s investor, the patron.

Yu Yazhi nodded gracefully, then pulled Ning Xuan inside, stepping back: “You all come in too.”

The space grew crowded.

Ning Xuan pressed against Yu Yazhi, sweaty and disheveled from the morning’s shoot, worried she reeked.

Yu Yazhi didn’t notice. Seeing her flushed cheeks, she handed her iced coffee: “Here. Cool down.”

Ning Xuan thanked her, waited until they exited, then sipped through the straw.

Yu Yazhi wrapped an arm around her waist, swiped the card, and opened their door.

Ning Xuan stepped into the room, instantly soothed by the cool air. A faint fragrance lingered, and in the corner stood a neat row of green plants and fresh flowers, transforming the space into something vibrant and inviting.

“This looks so much more romantic now,” she said, sipping her coffee as she admired a pot of blossoms.

The flowers were a striking blue, delicate like snowflakes, clustered densely among lush green leaves.

“What kind of flower is this?” she asked, curious.

Yu Yazhi replied: “Blue plumbago.”

“They really do look like snowflakes.”

Ning Xuan leaned closer, inhaling, only to find no scent. Slightly disappointed, she murmured: “So pretty, yet no fragrance.”

Yu Yazhi tested it herself, confirming: “Most flowers don’t have natural fragrance. What you smell is often artificially cultivated.”

Ning Xuan nodded, then asked: “Why the sudden idea to buy flowers?”

Yu Yazhi smiled: “I’m leaving for Yancheng tomorrow, and I’ll be gone a few days. I thought some flowers would keep you company and remind you of me.”

In truth, she had wanted to brighten the room for Ning Xuan, knowing she’d be living there for months.

Ning Xuan laughed: “Even without flowers, I’d still miss you. And I’d miss having you beside me at night.”

Yu Yazhi’s smile deepened: “Good. I’ll look forward to that.”

The conversation was turning too intimate, so Ning Xuan shifted the topic: “I just remembered that flower emoji you always send me. Does it mean something?”

Yu Yazhi nodded: “Snapdragon.”

Ning Xuan had never understood the reference, and it had bothered her. Yu Yazhi explained: “Search its flower language.”

She did and found it meant: Please notice my love.

Realization struck. Every time Yu Yazhi had sent that emoji, it was a confession, a plea for her to see and accept her love.

Sweetness bloomed in her chest. She walked over, kissed Yu Yazhi’s cheek, and whispered: “I’ve noticed.”

Yu Yazhi kissed her lips in return, feigning grievance: “You noticed too late. I’ve been waiting so long, my flowers nearly withered.”

Ning Xuan cupped her chin, kissed her nose, and teased: “This flower won’t wither. I’ll take good care of it.”

Yu Yazhi’s heart melted.

“Ning Xuan, when you say things like that, I look forward to everything even more.”

They chatted idly until Ning Xuan’s stomach growled. Yu Yazhi quickly ordered two plates of pasta with wine.

After dinner, they went out to buy medicine for Yu Yazhi’s upcoming trip to Yancheng. By the time they returned, it was two o’clock. They showered and napped until five.

Ning Xuan woke in shock: “Oh no, I overslept! Director He will kill me.”

She had set her alarm for three, but it hadn’t gone off. Checking her phone, she saw it had been turned off.

She looked at Yu Yazhi, frowning: “Did you switch off my alarm?”

Yu Yazhi, busy with her tablet and stock charts, nodded calmly: “Before you get upset, check the group messages.”

Ning Xuan did and found a notice at 2:50: Afternoon shoot postponed to tomorrow.

Yu Yazhi had insisted on the delay, seeing how exhausted Ning Xuan was.

Ning Xuan, unaware of the behind the scenes effort, felt both relieved and guilty. “Sorry, Yazhi. I was too harsh just now.”

Yu Yazhi raised her chin, feigning pride: “I know you’re a workaholic, but do you think I’m careless? I saw the notice and didn’t tell you right away, so you could rest.”

Her words made Ning Xuan even more contrite: “It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

Yu Yazhi turned her head, pretending to sulk: “Well, I’m still upset. You’ll have to coax me.”

Ning Xuan leaned close: “How about a date tonight?”

Yu Yazhi lifted her brows: “What kind of date?”

“Dinner? A movie?” Ning Xuan suggested.

Yu Yazhi pouted: “That’s boring. Better to stay in bed.”

Ning Xuan nearly developed a phobia of the bed. She quickly asked: “Then what do you want?”

Yu Yazhi, serious: “I already said, better to stay in bed.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

She refused to surrender. “Let’s go to the night market instead.”

Pulling her up, she insisted: “Come on, change clothes.”

Yu Yazhi wasn’t interested in night markets, but indulged her.

They tidied up and headed out hand in hand.

Just as they entered the elevator, Ning Xuan’s phone rang.

It was Shang Li.

The moment she answered, Shang Li asked: “What are you doing? Do you have time tonight for dinner?”

Ning Xuan blinked: “Master Shang, you’re back?”

Hadn’t Yu Yazhi said she was in Dafu Village chasing Qu Ran?

Did she succeed or fail?