After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 9

Their eyes met.

The moment was a little awkward.

Yu Yazhi, not wanting Ning Xuan to misunderstand, forced herself to stay composed. With a cold face, she spat out two words: “It’s nothing.”

Then, turning away with practiced arrogance, she walked off with apparent ease.

Little did she know, the second she turned her back, Ning Xuan clutched her chest in relief: Oh my god, that scared the life out of me.

Heaven knew, the instant she opened the door and saw Yu Yazhi standing there, it felt like Death itself had arrived—her legs nearly gave out on the spot.

If not for gripping the doorframe, she might have collapsed.

Suddenly, she wasn’t thirsty anymore. She retreated straight to her room.

“Bang!”

The sound of Yu Yazhi slamming her study door echoed through the house.

Ning Xuan’s heart gave a jump. From the tone and force of it, she couldn’t help thinking: Why does it sound like Miss Yu is angry? But she was the one who got scared, wasn’t she? What was she upset about? When had she offended her?

Uneasy, Ning Xuan mentally replayed the entire day—had she done something wrong? But after going over it carefully, she found nothing.

If she really had to nitpick, maybe it was because she hadn’t informed Miss Yu before going out for the evening.

But seriously, Miss Yu had left the house earlier than her!

Ning Xuan racked her brain, but it led nowhere.

Eventually, she gave up. What’s a young miss without a bit of a temper?

Still thirsty, she went downstairs and sat on the sofa, asking Aunt Wu to pour her some water.

Aunt Wu agreed, but returned instead with a glass of milk. “Milk is better—it’ll help you sleep.”

Ning Xuan thanked her, drank it, and handed the empty glass back.

Seeing her still sitting there, Aunt Wu asked, “Something else on your mind?”

Ning Xuan shook her head. “No, I’ll just sit for a while.”

She only meant to calm her nerves before heading back upstairs, but once seated, her mind began to wander. Yu Yazhi was definitely upset just now. But why? Ugh, living like this feels no different than serving a temperamental ruler.

Aunt Wu didn’t know what was weighing on her. Watching her glance upstairs now and then with a frustrated look, she guessed, Did they have another quarrel? Both of them seemed off tonight.

Thinking of the young miss’s taciturn and competitive nature since childhood, she gently advised: “Miss Ning, the young miss is soft-hearted beneath her pride. Since you’re living together now, it’s best to communicate more, and be a little more patient with each other.”

Soft on the inside? Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who had your glands cut out.

But it was true—Yu Yazhi’s image as the untouchable heiress seemed even harder to shake than her own.

Ning Xuan swallowed her grievances, forcing a smile. “Yes, you’re right.”

They chatted idly for a while.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Yu Yazhi leaned against the door, faintly hearing Ning Xuan’s voice from below. She was still brooding. What was I even doing just now? Standing like a fool outside her room, letting her see me like that?

But she simply couldn’t help herself. She wanted to know—Why hasn’t she come to me? When will she finally beg me?

She thought about it all night.

In the end, she never returned to her bedroom, falling asleep in the study instead.

The next morning.

Because of a scheduled recording, Ning Xuan rose early.

As she passed Yu Yazhi’s study on her way out, she recalled last night’s “Silent Night,” and admitted she may have overreacted.

Still, being cautious never hurt.

“Click.”

The study door opened.

Yu Yazhi stepped out.

Their eyes met again.

Ning Xuan’s mouth moved faster than her brain. “Morning, Yazhi.”

Yu Yazhi gave the slightest nod, expression frosty. “Morning.”

Then, without another glance, she headed toward her bedroom.

Ning Xuan: “…”

As expected of someone with grand ambitions—she must’ve worked through the night in her study without sleep.

She sighed, then quickly thought of something and called after her. “Um, Yazhi, don’t overwork yourself, okay? Take care of your health.”

She figured she’d at least fulfilled Dr. Chen’s request to remind her.

Yu Yazhi didn’t turn around, but hearing the words of concern, the corners of her lips lifted in satisfaction. So it begins. She’s trying the gentle approach now, is she? Hmph, let’s see when she finally asks for my help.

Pleased, Yu Yazhi went back to her room to wash up.

Nine o’clock sharp.

In the heart of Shenzhen’s busiest district, skyscrapers crowded the skyline. Among them, the Yu Corporation tower rose like a landmark.

Over the years, Chairman Yu Zhengcheng had established the company’s foothold in the city with his unique business methods.

But age and declining health meant that speculation about the group’s successor had grown rampant.

Even within the company, factions were forming.

Most were siding almost unanimously with the second young master, Yu Zhengcheng’s favorite.

Yu Yazhi knew this well, which was why she treated today’s quarterly report meeting with such gravity.

Her black luxury car pulled up at the Yu Corporation entrance.

Clad in a light gray suit, not a hair out of place, she exuded elegance from head to toe.

Her stride was steady, her aura commanding, as she walked into the building. Beside her, Meng Xi briefed her on the meeting agenda.

They entered the elevator.

Meng Xi pressed the floor button.

Just as the doors were about to close, a long, slender hand shot in, stopping them.

Yu Yazhi’s brows furrowed. Looking up, she saw a familiar face.

The man wore a black suit that highlighted his pale complexion. His short hair was neatly styled, his features sharp and refined. On closer inspection, his brows faintly resembled hers—but his aura was entirely different.

“Jie, long time no see.”

Yu Jiayan, her half-brother, smiled with an innocent charm.

Yu Yazhi’s face remained cold. She didn’t bother with a reply.

She knew better than to be deceived by that smile.

In wealthy families, siblings might be affectionate—so long as no interests clashed.

But once they did, siblings became rivals.

And after her marriage, when their father entrusted her with managing a hotel—one Yu Jiayan had coveted first—did anyone really think he could greet her kindly?

Who knew what schemes he was plotting now.

Brother and sister harbored their own thoughts, the gulf between them wide.

Seeing a group of shareholders trailing behind Yu Jiayan, Meng Xi quickly interjected to ease the tension. “Young Master Yu, the elevator’s about to go.”

With his sister’s cold indifference, Yu Jiayan dropped the pretense. His smile faded, replaced by a detached aristocratic air.

One hand in his pocket, he stepped into the elevator—deliberately taking his place right beside Yu Yazhi.

The two of them stood in sharp contrast physically, yet the aura around Yu Yazhi was in no way weaker than that of her Alpha younger brother, Yu Jiayan.

“What are you doing here?”

Yu Yazhi finally lost her patience, frowning as she spoke.

At her words, Yu Jiayan turned his head, raised a brow, and smirked.

“Jiejie, that’s quite the question. I really don’t know how to answer. This is the Yu family’s company. Why wouldn’t I be here? Or do you think Yu Corporation belongs to you alone?”

His words carried a sharp, needling edge.

Yu Yazhi’s brows knitted tighter, her expression turning colder.

Standing to the side, Meng Xi knew Yu Jiayan’s temperament well. If he really decided to play the rogue, Yu Yazhi might not gain anything from confronting him.

So, she quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

“Young Master Yu, President Yu didn’t mean it that way. You’ve misunderstood her.”

“Heh.”

Yu Jiayan sneered, not sparing Meng Xi so much as a glance.

Still, the coldness on his face eased slightly. Looking at Yu Yazhi, a trace of amusement flickered in his eyes. Leaning in close, he lowered his voice and said with deliberate meaning:

“Actually, jie, I just came to enjoy the show. I believe today’s meeting is going to be very entertaining.”

Yu Yazhi’s gaze sharpened. She lifted her head, ready to press him for answers.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open.

Yu Jiayan strode out with long steps, leaving her behind.

Yu Yazhi’s frown deepened, her expression grave. What did he mean by that? What has he done?

Meng Xi had heard it too, and unease settled over her just the same. Could there really be a trap waiting in today’s meeting?

They watched Yu Jiayan’s figure recede into the distance.

Yu Yazhi quickly forced herself to calm down, withdrew her gaze, and instructed Meng Xi:

“Have someone investigate him. He’s been far too quiet lately—I want to know exactly what he’s up to.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Meng Xi nodded, following Yu Yazhi into the conference room.

The filming site of Shining Future.

Ning Xuan arrived early with Zhao Luoluo accompanying her.

To match the variety show’s production needs, she first changed clothes, then had her hair styled, then makeup applied. In short, she was thoroughly put through the wringer by two stylists in the dressing room.

An hour and a half later, the ordeal was finally over.

Ning Xuan stood and stretched her sore back and waist.

Then, catching sight of her reflection in the mirror, she covered her mouth in astonishment—suddenly, the torture felt entirely worth it.

Beneath the light pink dress stretched a pair of long, pale legs.

On anyone else, this outfit might have looked ordinary. On her, though, it carried an entirely different charm.

The stylists had gone for a fresh, summery look, highlighting a girlish romantic vibe. Most striking was the tiny rhinestone near the corner of her eye—like a mermaid’s tear, shimmering with each subtle expression. The beauty it lent her felt almost unreal.

In short: pure yet enticing. The kind of beauty that made it impossible to look away.

No wonder she was hailed as the number one beauty Alpha in the industry.

Ning Xuan looked at her reflection, nodded in satisfaction, and thought she could almost fall in love with herself.

Just then, Zhao Luoluo walked in carrying a cup of coffee. The moment she saw Ning Xuan, she clicked her tongue in admiration.

“As expected of my Xuan-jie—anything you wear becomes a masterpiece. A walking work of art.”

She quickly handed over the coffee and politely thanked the stylists.

“Thank you, sisters, for your hard work.”

The two stylists, identical twin sisters, responded in perfect unison:

“You’re welcome.”

After saying goodbye, Zhao Luoluo carefully supported Ning Xuan toward the exit.

“Xuan-jie, the recording is about to start. Do you still remember the process? First, greet the audience on stage, then interact with the host.”

She was still going over the details when she noticed Ning Xuan had already walked quite a distance ahead.

“Hurry up, will you? At this rate, you’ll make me late for the evening session. Relax, it’s all in here.”

Ning Xuan tapped her temple with a confident grin.

Zhao Luoluo’s lips twitched, then she plastered on a motherly smile.

“Xuan-jie is amazing. You even remembered the process.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Remembering a process counts as amazing?

Wow, how low are your expectations for me?

Rolling her eyes inwardly, Ning Xuan stepped into the studio.

On stage, the lighting and sound were already set.

“Next, let’s welcome”

The host’s voice rang out.

At the sound of her name, Ning Xuan walked onto the stage. Before she could even take in the scene, a deafening chorus of screams erupted.

“Ning Xuan!”

“Ahhh! Wife, I love you!”

“Today my wife looks so sweet!”

“My Ning-baby is the prettiest! Ahhh! I wanna f***.”

The shouts from the fans were a chaotic mix.

Especially that last one—I wanna f***.

Ning Xuan’s face flushed bright red. Seriously? These fans are way too unrestrained!

“Thank you.”

“Thank you all for your support.”

She bowed and nodded politely to the audience.

Her courtesy only made the crowd scream louder, the sound so fierce it felt like the roof might blow off.

Now she truly understood what “deafening” meant.

Not that she disliked it—in fact, she was secretly delighted.

The host invited her to take her seat and began warming up the atmosphere.

After a word of thanks, Ning Xuan made her way to the judges’ table.

Bai Meng was already seated there.

She wore a flowing white dress today, highlighting her graceful curves. Elegant and ethereal, she looked like a vision.

She was all smiles—until Ning Xuan approached. Then her gaze cooled.

“Miss Ning, long time no see.”

Just looking at her made Ning Xuan’s head throb. She drew a slow breath, steadied herself, and with what she thought was her most dignified composure, returned a polite smile.

“Hello, Miss Bai.”

Bai Meng’s lips curved in a mocking half-smile.

“Thanks to you, Miss Ning, I haven’t been doing very well.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Here we go. She’s definitely here to stir up trouble.

Still, this was a public setting. Surely Bai Meng wouldn’t—wait, why was she leaning closer?

As Bai Meng tilted toward her, the frosty look on her face melted into softness. She deliberately lowered her voice, lacing it with sultry sweetness.

“Ning Xuan, did your wife threaten you? Otherwise, how could you have said something like breaking up with her?”