After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 92

“Don’t be like this. Shang Li, don’t think that way. Zhong Qiu needs you right now; you can’t afford to let your own mental state crumble.”

Yu Yazhi, observing as a bystander, could see that Shang Li was reaching a breaking point of her own.

Ning Xuan quickly chimed in with comfort: “She’s right. Master Shang, what’s happened has happened. We need to focus on solving the problem rather than drowning in misery.”

Shang Li listened to them, and fortunately, her mental fortitude was strong enough that she gradually regained her composure. “You’re right. My priority now is finding a solution.”

But how to solve it?

Shang Li stayed by the bed that night, tossing and turning. By dawn, she had a plan: she would learn from the doctors how to interact with the ailing Zhong Qiu and how to handle her various episodes. Once she mastered that, she would take her back to Dafu Village and stay with her there.

One year. Two years.

She was still young; she had all the time in the world to stay by her side. She believed that one day, Zhong Qiu would get better.

Shang Li made her arrangements, but she never expected that in the brief time it took her to step out and buy a meal the next day, Zhong Qiu would vanish.

She immediately demanded the surveillance footage. There, she saw Yu Jiayan. He had knocked out the doctor who was supposed to change Zhong Qiu’s dressing, forced Zhong Qiu into the doctor’s white lab coat, and led her out of the hospital.

Damn him!

She called Yu Jiayan instantly, but there was no answer. Left with no choice, she called Yu Yazhi.

“Yu Jiayan took Zhong Qiu!”

The words hit Yu Yazhi like a physical blow. She knitted her brows, feeling that Shang Li hadn’t hit the boy hard enough, what on earth was that brat thinking?

She pulled out her phone to call her brother. Naturally, it didn’t go through.

Having blacklisted both of their numbers, Yu Jiayan was currently humming a tune as he drove toward home. He was finally bringing his “wife” back.

Zhong Qiu sat quietly in the passenger seat. She was physically and mentally exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep, but she forced herself to stay conscious enough to observe the man beside her.

Yu Jiayan’s face was still a mess of bruises today, but for once, his eyes were bright and brimming with an irrepressible vitality.

Is this the person Qu Ran loves?

At the thought of Qu Ran, Zhong Qiu allowed herself to succumb to sleep.

Qu Ran, please come back.

She slept until nightfall. When she woke, the world outside was a blur of multi-colored neon lights. They were no longer on the highway; they had entered the city.

Seeing her wake up, Yu Jiayan handed her a bottle of water and said softly, “Ranran, are you thirsty? We’re almost home.”

This “home” wasn’t the ancestral residence, but a villa a friend had given him as a birthday gift. He had long ago prepared this “golden cage” for his hidden treasure.

Zhong Qiu listened but said nothing. Deep down, she knew she shouldn’t have followed him, but she felt as though she had nowhere else to go. Besides, if Qu Ran was to wake up, this is where she should be. So, she would simply wait for Qu Ran to return.

Soon, a garden villa came into view. Yu Jiayan honked twice, and the guard opened the automatic gates. He drove into the courtyard, parked, and gallantly opened the door for her.

“Ranran, do you like it here?”

He supported her as they entered the living room, giving her a tour. “The master and guest bedrooms, kitchen, and gym are on the first floor. Upstairs, there’s a media room and an open-air pool. Don’t be formal; just treat it like your own home. If there’s anything you don’t like, just say the word and I’ll have it changed.”

Zhong Qiu thanked him and chose a guest bedroom on the second floor, stating she needed to rest.

Yu Jiayan saw how frail and weary she was and didn’t dare disturb her. “Alright. I’ll help you up. Traveling is exhausting, I understand. Get some sleep, and I’ll have someone prepare dinner and bring it up to you.”

Zhong Qiu thanked him again, but offered nothing more.

The bedroom was massive and opulent, decorated with sparkling gemstones. The vanity, in particular, was oversized and lined with a row of vibrant gem-encrusted jewelry; even the mirror frame was inlaid with stones.

Zhong Qiu gave it a cursory glance before collapsing onto the bed.

Yu Jiayan hovered by the bedside like a loyal dog, gazing longingly at her beautiful face for a while before heading downstairs, satisfied. He gave instructions to the cook: “Rice porridge. Egg custard. Dumplings. Hurry up, don’t let my wife go hungry.”

While the cook busied herself, Yu Jiayan circled the living room restlessly before wandering into the kitchen. He actually started trying to learn the recipes, thinking he would cook for Qu Ran personally in the future.

At the same time, Yu Yazhi picked up Ning Xuan from work. On the walk back to the hotel, Yazhi kept her head down, silent and heavy with worry.

Ning Xuan noticed and asked, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Yu Yazhi didn’t hide it. “Yu Jiayan likely took Zhong Qiu back to Shenzhen.”

Ning Xuan sighed in frustration. “Is he ever going to go away?”

“Evil survives a thousand years,” Yu Yazhi sighed.

“Has Shang Li gone after them?”

“Yes. She tracked them to the house. My father knows now too; he’s absolutely livid.”

“Do you need to go back?”

“Yes.” Yazhi held Ning Xuan’s hand, reluctant to let go. “I don’t want to leave you. With everything happening between Shang Li and Zhong Qiu, I’ve lost my sense of security. I’m terrified that if I blink, you’ll disappear too.”

Ning Xuan laughed. “You’re overthinking it. How could I disappear? I’m filming; where could I go? Don’t worry, I can take care of myself.”

Yu Yazhi remained uneasy. “Didn’t you just deal with an explosion recently? And don’t you have to film on location tomorrow?”

It was specifically because she couldn’t accompany Ning Xuan to the outdoor set that she felt so anxious.

“Oh, the explosion was an accident,” Ning Xuan dismissed. “Think of it this way: surviving a disaster brings good luck later. I’ll be fine.”

Yu Yazhi stopped in her tracks and looked at her seriously. “If you really want me to feel at ease, let the bodyguards follow you.”

“What bodyguards?”

“I just contacted a security firm and hired a few people.”

“Fine, whatever.” Ning Xuan humored her.

However, when she opened her door the next morning, she was met with a squad of ten bodyguards.

A “few” people? Did Yu Yazhi’s PE teacher teach her math?

“Good morning, Miss Ning!” The bodyguards bowed in perfect unison.

They were dressed in black suits with buzz cuts and hulking frames, looking exactly like a mob enforcement squad from a movie.

Feeling the immense pressure, Ning Xuan slammed the door shut and turned to Yazhi, who was packing her bags to leave. “Yazhi, are they protecting me or staging a coup? If I bring this crowd to the set, everyone will think I’m the biggest diva in history.”

“You’re filming on location,” Yu Yazhi explained. “You’ll have a lot of equipment and need extra hands. Just treat them as staff. I’ve already cleared it with Director He.”

Ning Xuan was speechless. She saw Yazhi to the door. “Be careful on the road. Do you want to take two of them back with you?”

Yu Yazhi declined. Since she was in a hurry, she simply pulled her suitcase into the elevator. Ning Xuan followed her down to the underground parking, watched her drive off, and then returned to the hotel to meet the crew.

Yu Yazhi drove toward Shenzhen. On the way, she tried calling Yu Jiayan again, but still no answer.

She called Shang Li instead. “What’s the situation?”

“I found them,” Shang Li said. “Your father had people check his properties all night before finding them at the villa on Changhui Road. But, I didn’t go in.”

“Why not?”

“Zhong Qiu doesn’t want to see me. I don’t want to trigger her.”

“Are you giving up?”

“No. I want you to move in and stay with her for a while. She isn’t repelled by you; I can tell. She doesn’t want to be in a hospital, so I’ll let her have her way. As long as she’s happy.”

“And you?”

“I’ll wait until she’s calm before I see her again.”

“What if they end up together?”

“Zhong Qiu won’t fall for him.”

Shang Li’s voice was certain, though it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself.