After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 93

Chairman Yu and his wife stepped into the villa.

The moment Sun Meiqing entered the living room, she began to shrill: “Where is that vixen? Yu Jiayan, get yourself down here this instant!”

Hearing her voice, Yu Jiayan thudded down the stairs. Seeing his mother, he ignored her outburst and simply bowed his head to his father. “Dad, you’re here.”

He appeared uncharacteristically submissive.

Yu Zhengcheng had been seething with rage, but seeing his son surrender so easily caused his anger to dissipate by half. Moreover, seeing the gauze wrapped around the boy’s forehead and his pale, haggard face, a pang of fatherly heartache replaced the urge to scold.

All of this for a woman! He wondered just what kind of woman could bewitch his son to this extent. Useless brat!

Yu Zhengcheng’s expression flickered between anger and pity. Sensing the shift in his father’s mood, Yu Jiayan said tentatively, “Dad, sit down and have some tea first.”

“Tea? You’re in the mood for tea?” Sun Meiqing’s face was cold, radiating a ‘tough love’ bitterness. “Where is that vixen! Call her out! I want to see exactly what tricks she has up her sleeve!”

Having reached her limit, she no longer cared about maintaining her poised image in front of her husband.

Yu Jiayan was repulsed by his mother’s ferocity. “Mom, can you please show some respect? She isn’t a ‘vixen’!”

“Would a vixen ever admit she’s one? Idiot!” Sun Meiqing snapped, then headed upstairs to find her.

Yu Jiayan tried to block her path, but his father’s voice stopped him cold.

“Stand still.”

The two words carried immense weight, pinning him to the spot.

Terrified that his mother would harm Qu Ran, Yu Jiayan was as frantic as an ant on a hot griddle. “Dad, I know you don’t approve of the person I love, but she’s innocent. I’m the one who loves her. Right now, her health is poor with Mom’s temper, she’ll suffer—”

“And what about your health? Are you still dizzy? Still vomiting?” Yu Zhengcheng interrupted, his eyes betraying a trace of concern as he looked at the wound on his son’s forehead. “Your heart and soul are all on her; what about yourself?

She’s the reason you’re in this state. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt. Not when I see her. Truly.”

Sensing his father’s sympathy, Yu Jiayan immediately leaned into it. “Dad, I knew you cared about me most. I was wrong before; I’ll listen to you from now on. Heh, provided you agree to let me be with Qu Ran.”

At the mention of Qu Ran, his eyes lit up. “Qu Ran is the gentlest, most beautiful, most adorable person. Once you see her, you’ll definitely like her.”

Empowered by his own words, he took his father’s hand and led him upstairs.

Second Floor Guest Room

Sun Meiqing pushed the door open. Seeing the woman still asleep on the bed, her disapproval spiked. What time is it? Still lazing in bed? How unseemly!

“Get up! It’s loud enough downstairs to wake the dead, and you’re in here playing possum? Do you have no upbringing at all?” Sun Meiqing bellowed, ripping the duvet off the bed.

Beneath the covers, Zhong Qiu was curled into a ball in a plain white dress, trembling violently. Her pale face was stained with tears, and her bloodshot eyes continued to leak as her lips quivered with a whimpering sound.

“I feel so bad, it hurts so much. Ahh, someone save me.”

She screamed and sobbed, her expression a haunting blend of beauty and despair.

Sun Meiqing froze. She had never expected this. Was this some kind of withdrawal?

Thud!

In her agony, Zhong Qiu rolled off the bed and hit the floor.

Sun Meiqing scrambled back a few steps. “I’m warning you, don’t try to frame me. I didn’t do anything.”

Just then, Yu Jiayan and his father walked in. Seeing Qu Ran on the floor, Yu Jiayan assumed his mother had pushed her. He shoved her aside and rushed forward to scoop the girl into his arms. “Ranran, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

Zhong Qiu wept, “I don’t know. I feel terrible. I feel like I’m dying.”

Her chest was tight, she couldn’t breathe, her head felt like it was splitting, and her limbs felt heavy as lead. It felt like she was drowning.

Yu Jiayan panicked, his hands trembling, unsure of what to do. Fortunately, Yu Zhengcheng was there and immediately called for an ambulance.

When the paramedics arrived at the villa, Shang Li also came charging in. Seeing Zhong Qiu unconscious in Yu Jiayan’s arms, she instinctively took her and carried her into the ambulance. In that critical moment, even Yu Jiayan submissively handed her over.

Of course, he would deeply regret that later. Dammit! Why was I so stupid?

He followed them to the hospital. Yu Yazhi, receiving the news, arrived shortly after.

Shang Li was crouching by the emergency room door, dried blood still matted on her forehead. Yu Yazhi frowned at the sight. “What happened to your head?”

Shang Li shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

She didn’t look like “nothing.” The blood from the wound had smeared across half her face, and her forehead was severely swollen.

“It’s summer; wounds get infected easily. Let a doctor look at that,” Yu Yazhi said. She went to find a doctor, but paused when she saw the scene in the stairwell.

Sun Meiqing was jabbing her finger at Yu Jiayan’s forehead, scolding him: “Are you sure that woman isn’t on drugs? She looks half-dead; she’s clearly not long for this world. Of all the people to like, why her? A paper-thin beauty with who-knows-what kind of diseases. Has your brain been kicked by a mule? What kind of person gives birth to such an idiot?”

“Enough, say no more,” Yu Zhengcheng muttered, lighting a cigarette with palpable impatience.

He had thought his son liked a healthy girl from a common background. Instead, this girl was so frail she seemed ready to drop dead at any moment. If this happened several times a day, how could they live a normal life? But how could he make his son give up? He paced, smoking one cigarette after another.

Yu Yazhi watched them for a moment, said nothing, and continued on to find a doctor.

As the doctor treated Shang Li’s wound, Yu Yazhi ventured a guess: “Did you run into Sun Meiqing at the ancestral home? Did she do that to you?”

Shang Li remained silent. Silence was a confession.

She understood why Sun Meiqing had struck her. After all, she had just given the woman’s son a concussion. An eye for an eye.

“Sigh, she’s fiercely protective of her own. You did hit Yu Jiayan quite hard.” Yu Yazhi wasn’t pitying her brother, he deserved the beating but the fact that the beating hadn’t changed anything was the real frustration.

Shang Li, misinterpreting her words as concern for her brother, apologized: “I’m sorry. I lost my head.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. He earned it!”

“I’m sorry. Truly.”

They chatted until the doctor finished the dressing. By the time they came out, Zhong Qiu’s tests were back. Once again, they showed no physical abnormalities, it was likely purely psychological. It was the same result as before.

Zhong Qiu slept quietly in her bed, find peace only through the sedatives.

For the next several days, Zhong Qiu did nothing but sleep. She refused to eat; every attempt resulted in her vomiting. It was as if her subconscious was trying to starve itself to death. She had to be kept on nutritional IV drips.

In just a few days, she had become terrifyingly thin. Lying under the white hospital sheets, she looked like a corpse draped in a shroud.

Shang Li was frantic, suffering from insomnia and stress-induced mouth sores. Yu Jiayan was equally on edge. Beyond his anxiety, he was losing his patience.

He had realized by now that the personality before him wasn’t “his” Qu Ran. He felt that this persona had stolen Qu Ran’s body. He had been waiting for Qu Ran to wake up, but when he overheard his parents discussing sending him abroad, he reached his breaking point.

On a rainy night, he burst into the hospital room. Before the night-watchman Shang Li could react, he grabbed Zhong Qiu by the collar.

“How much longer are you going to occupy this body? Huh? Where is Qu Ran? Where is my Ranran? Give her back to me!”

In his grip, Zhong Qiu looked like a dying bird. She murmured through her tears, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. She, she isn’t coming back.”

It had been seven days. She had slept for seven days, and there was no sign of Qu Ran. Like the Little Prince, Qu Ran had truly gone wandering. She had been abandoned.

Tears fell uncontrollably.

Shang Li grabbed Yu Jiayan, restraining the urge to hit him as she barked: “You’re insane! Let her go! Yu Jiayan!”

Yu Jiayan refused to let go, gripping Zhong Qiu’s shoulders and shaking her. “Do you even deserve this body? Look at your pathetic self! Just die already! Give Qu Ran back to me! Now.”

Thud!

A fist collided with Yu Jiayan’s face. Even though Shang Li tried to restrain her strength, she still knocked him to the ground.

As he fell, the unhealed wound on the corner of his mouth tore open again. The salty taste of blood spread through his mouth. His face contorted with pain and a burgeoning madness.

“Am I wrong? You idiot!” He spat out a mouthful of bloody water and pointed at the person on the bed, laughing maniacally. “She’s a monster! A demon! She’s wasting Qu Ran’s body! My Qu Ran would eat well and sleep well; she wouldn’t look like this half-human, half-ghost wreck! She’s going to destroy Qu Ran! She deserves to die!”

“Shut up!”

Shang Li clenched her fists and roared, “I don’t want to lay a hand on you! Yu Jiayan, get out of here right now!”

But Yu Jiayan wouldn’t budge.

He crawled to the side of the bed, grabbing Zhong Qiu’s hand as he dissolved into tears. “Just die. I’m begging you. Please, just die already. Give Qu Ran back to me. If you stay like this, neither dead nor alive, what happens to my Qu Ran?

You’re going to be the death of her.”

Unable to listen to another word, Shang Li grabbed him by both legs and dragged him bodily out of the patient’s room.

Neither of them noticed that under the pale moonlight, a flicker of light suddenly returned to Zhong Qiu’s eyes. She began to murmur to herself: “Right. I can’t destroy Qu Ran. I can’t. This is Qu Ran’s body. I can’t ruin it. I can’t be the cause of her death again.”

She had once given Qu Ran a new life. Now, Qu Ran was giving her one in return.

Zhong Qiu became trapped in this loop of self-justifying logic, and through a strange twist of fate, she found a different kind of reconciliation with herself.

But no one knew this yet.

Yu Jiayan was kicked out of the hospital.

The rain was torrential—fierce and unrelenting. As he drove back, tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision. Suddenly, high beams from an oncoming car flashed directly into his eyes.

Blinded and sensing imminent danger, he tried to slam on the brakes, but in his panic, he hit the accelerator instead. The car surged forward with a sudden, violent burst of speed.

CRASH!

A thunderous collision echoed through the night. The red sports car flipped and rolled, and within moments, thick black smoke began billowing from the wreckage.

Passing motorists saw the scene and quickly pulled over to call emergency services. “Hello? Yes, Changhui Road. There’s been a car accident, it’s bad. Get here as soon as possible.”

The rain continued to pour, forming swirling puddles on the asphalt. From beneath the overturned car, a stream of crimson blood began to flow, snaking across the ground like a tiny, winding serpent.

At the same time, Yu Yazhi was on a video call with Ning Xuan using her tablet.

She described Zhong Qiu’s condition, her voice heavy with worry. “It’s not looking good. The psychological trauma is severe. She hasn’t eaten in days, it’s not that she doesn’t want to, but she vomits everything she tries to swallow. She’s entirely on nutritional IVs now. Sigh. I don’t know how much longer she can hold on. Shang Li is the same. I feel like Shang Li might collapse before she does. What a mess this all is.”

Ning Xuan listened, her heart in her throat. “How did it come to this? Poor Master Shang.”

She paused as she heard a phone ringing on Yu Yazhi’s end and shifted the topic. “Your phone is ringing. It’s so late, who would be calling you?”

Yu Yazhi glanced at the caller ID. “An unknown number. Probably a wrong one.”

Just as she was about to dismiss it, Ning Xuan said, “Answer it. What if it’s important? I once saw a movie about a call from a stranger, it was a person about to commit suicide who dialed a random number for help. If the person on the other end picked up, they might have saved a life. It costs nothing to offer a little warmth, right?”

At Ning Xuan’s suggestion, Yu Yazhi answered.

She was still half-listening to Ning Xuan’s story about the stranger’s call when her expression suddenly shifted. “What did you say? A car accident?”

Ning Xuan was still mid-sentence when she saw Yu Yazhi turn pale, a flash of panic crossing her eyes. “What happened? Yazhi?”

Yu Yazhi’s face was taut as she climbed out of bed, hurriedly changing her clothes. “Something happened. Yu Jiayan was in a car accident.”

“What? How? Is it serious?”

“I don’t know. I have to go there right now. I’ll call you back.”

Yu Yazhi hung up, grabbed her car keys, and sprinted downstairs.

By the time she reached the hospital, both of the Yu parents had arrived. They were waiting outside the operating room, their faces etched with anxiety.

The moment Sun Meiqing saw her, she didn’t hesitate, she swung her hand in a vicious slap. “It’s all your fault! You ruined him! If it weren’t for that woman, this wouldn’t have happened! Yu Yazhi, you’ve killed your own brother!”

Yu Yazhi caught her wrist, blocking the blow. Just as she was about to speak, the doors to the operating room swung open.

The lead surgeon stepped out. “The patient has a rare blood type—Rh-negative. He has lost a significant amount of blood, and the hospital’s reserve is insufficient. Do you know anyone with Rh-negative blood? We need a donor immediately.”

A heavy silence fell over the hallway.

Yu Yazhi frowned. A rare blood type?

Yu Zhengcheng was equally stunned, thinking he had misheard. “Doctor, what did you just say? What rare blood type?”

He was Type O; Sun Meiqing was Type A. How could Yu Jiayan possibly have a rare, Rh-negative blood type?

Only Sun Meiqing didn’t look surprised. Her face went unnervingly calm as she withdrew her hand. Meeting her husband’s gaze, she involuntarily took a few steps back.

Slowly, a suffocating dread began to envelop her heart.

Yu Zhengcheng walked toward her, his expression grim and majestic, his eyes sharp and freezing cold. His voice was a low tremor of suppressed rage.

“Meiqing, tell me. What else have you been hiding from me?”