After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 99

“That’s impossible. Yu Yazhi would never do such a thing.”

Ning Xuan explained to the police: “You really should check the hospital records. Since Yu Jiayan’s accident, she’s the one who has been running around for him. As a sister, she has done everything for him. There is no way she would hurt him.”

The officer replied expressionlessly, “We will investigate thoroughly. But for now, Miss Yu needs to cooperate with the investigation.”

Ning Xuan wanted to say more, but Yu Yazhi stopped her. “Don’t. I should cooperate.”

She followed the police out, sitting in a police car for the first time in her life. Ning Xuan followed in her own car, anxious and at a loss for what to do.

They soon arrived at the station. Somehow, the media had caught wind of the situation and swarmed them the moment they stepped out:

“President Yu, did you really hit your own brother with your car?”

“Miss Ning, what is your opinion on your wife running over her brother?”

“Ms. Sun Meiqing has released evidence claiming you and your father subjected her to domestic violence and personal threats. Is this true?”

“President Yu, is it true that you threw your brother into a mountain village for the inheritance, drove him to jump off a building, and finally resorted to killing him in a car crash? Do you have anything to say?”

“Regarding the SY International Hotel hidden camera incident—those involved have changed their stories, saying they were coerced and bribed by you. Do you admit to this?”

Once again, they were being maliciously misled by Sun Meiqing. Every past event was being sharpened into a blade to wound Yu Yazhi. A deluge of negative comments threatened to drown them both.

Ning Xuan retorted angrily, “Regarding the hidden camera incident, did you all forget that the police already released clear evidence?”

Naturally, no one paid her any mind. Sun Meiqing had muddied the waters too much. The more chaotic the situation, the easier it was to blur the public’s vision. People were more willing to accept information that fit their preconceived notions; the truth was a distant secondary concern.

“Move aside! Everyone, move aside!”

“Do not interfere with police business.”

The officers stepped in, pushing back the reporters. Ning Xuan and Yu Yazhi pushed through the crowd and entered the station.

A senior officer led them into an interrogation room. He was in his fifties, named Deng Feng, with a square face and an aura of integrity. He sat down and got straight to the point: “Take a seat. We are beginning the statement. Please answer the questions truthfully.”

Yu Yazhi remained calm. “Understood.”

An officer connected her to a polygraph. The interrogation began.

Deng Feng opened his notebook, probing his points of doubt: “Did you drop Yu Jiayan off in Dafu Village?”

“Yes.”

“Motive?”

“He sabotaged one of my business collaborations. It’s true that our relationship as siblings was poor, so in a fit of anger, I left him in Dafu Village. I only intended to teach him a lesson. During that time, I assigned two security guards to protect him. The fact is, he returned home completely unharmed.”

“Regarding Yu Jiayan jumping off the building, Sun Meiqing claims you deliberately provoked him. Do you admit to this?”

“No. I did not provoke him. Yu Jiayan jumped because he wanted to go back to Dafu Village. He fell madly in love with a girl there. He jumped because my father and Sun Meiqing refused to let him see her and kept him confined at home.”

“Regarding the car accident, do you believe it was an accident?”

“I saw the preliminary police report stating that the rain caused the road to be slippery and impaired visibility. It said he hit another vehicle while trying to avoid an oncoming car because he mistook the gas pedal for the brake. I trust the police investigation.”

Yu Yazhi answered truthfully. The polygraph remained steady.

Deng Feng continued, “If it wasn’t an accident, who do you think is most likely to have harmed him?”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

Based on the competition for the inheritance, she was the prime suspect. Everyone thought so.

Ning Xuan felt the question was a trap and couldn’t help but interject: “Yu Jiayan lived a reckless and wild lifestyle. How would we know what enemies he made out there? You should be checking his social network. Or perhaps his parents have enemies.”

“Miss Ning, I wasn’t asking you.” Deng Feng interrupted her sternly. He looked at Yu Yazhi with an authoritative gaze. “Miss Yu, please answer the question.”

Yu Yazhi replied, “As I said before, my relationship with Yu Jiayan was poor. I don’t know who he had a grudge with, so naturally, I don’t know who would want to harm him.”

The polygraph was still calm.

Deng Feng checked the readings and asked, “Where were you at the time of the incident?”

“I was at the villa,” Yu Yazhi replied. “My housekeeper, Aunt Wu, and two maids can testify to that.”

“I can testify as well,” Ning Xuan raised her hand. “We were on a video call at the time. We talked for a long while. You can check the logs on the phone.”

Deng Feng countered, “We cannot rule out the possibility of an accomplice.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

It felt like a losing battle. She shot back, “Then what evidence do you have that she’s a suspect? Just Sun Meiqing’s words? She isn’t even Yu Jiayan’s biological mother. That woman deliberately switched the babies at birth. She hasn’t cared about him since his true identity was exposed. During the three most critical days at the hospital, it was Yazhi who stayed outside the ICU and later hired caregivers to look after him.”

She truly felt the injustice on Yazhi’s behalf. Yu Yazhi gave her a small, soothing smile, then looked at Deng Feng with a calm expression. “May I ask, is there a problem with the car, or was the person he collided with acting intentionally?”

Deng Feng looked at the polygraph. “Both. His braking system had been tampered with. The other party involved, the truck driver, claims he was acting under your instructions.”

Yu Yazhi had seen the driver; he was in his forties and had an injured leg, faring much better than Yu Jiayan. Initially, based on surveillance footage, Yu Jiayan was determined to be the liable party because he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and mistook the gas for the brake. Thus, she hadn’t pursued the matter further and followed standard accident procedures. She never expected the man to bite back.

“He’s lying.” Yu Yazhi’s gaze turned cold as she analyzed the situation. “I don’t know him. Perhaps you should bring him in for a polygraph test. He’s been bought by Sun Meiqing.”

Deng Feng seemed to consider her words for a moment before continuing the questioning. The process lasted another half hour. The polygraph showed no abnormalities.

With no concrete evidence, they had no choice but to release her. “Thank you for your cooperation. Please refrain from traveling for the time being; we may call you in at any time.”

Yu Yazhi nodded. “I understand.”

When she and Ning Xuan left the station, the media were still there. Facing the cameras, Yu Yazhi remained poised and calm.

“I know what you want to ask me, but even if I answer, would you believe me? You are journalists—the ‘Uncrowned Kings.’ I respect your spirit in digging for the truth for the public, but I ask that you truly respect the facts and the truth.

So, instead of chasing me with meaningless questions, use this time to check the surveillance and the points of doubt. Don’t just wait for people to feed you stories. Real journalists go to the front lines.”

She offered them respect and admiration, yet also irony and disdain, ending with a reminder. “As journalists in this impulsive society, I hope you don’t forget your original intentions.”

Her words were powerful and struck a chord. The reporters fell silent. Ning Xuan took Yu Yazhi’s hand and led her to the car. No one blocked their path. They simply took photos, having found the angle they needed for their reports.

Headline: Yu Yazhi Urges Reporters to Seek the Truth!

Headline: Yu Yazhi’s Unique Crisis Management Wisdom!

Headline: Yu Yazhi’s Eloquence Silences the Press Corps!

Headline: The Woman Who Can Make the Media Fall Silent—Yu Yazhi!

One news story after another flooded the internet, alongside videos of Yu Yazhi’s speech. The comments were overwhelmingly positive:

“I believe such a beautiful sister couldn’t be a bad person.”

“Agreed. A person’s eyes don’t lie. Her gaze is pure, with a hint of suppressed melancholy. She must be grieving for her brother.”

“Actually, before her brother’s accident, her father had already declared her the heir. There was absolutely no need for her to do this.”

That last comment was posted anonymously by Ning Xuan. Someone immediately replied:

“How do you know so much?”

“Is this a paid shill hired by Yu Yazhi?”

“Anyway, seeing her speech, you can tell she’s an exceptionally smart and calm woman. As for whether she harmed someone, I’ll wait for more info.”

The reactions made Ning Xuan afraid to post any more comments. She didn’t want to cause trouble. She sat in the passenger seat as Yu Yazhi drove toward the hospital. On the way, Yu Yazhi stopped at a mall, entered a photography equipment store, and bought a pinhole camera.

Ning Xuan watched, having a vague idea of what she intended to do.

At the Hospital, Outside the ICU

Sun Meiqing was sitting on a bench, wiping away tears. A nurse handed her a tissue, comforting her: “Ma’am, please don’t cry. You have to stay strong; your son needs you. The police won’t let the evildoers get away.”

Ning Xuan arrived and heard this, feeling a surge of anger—not just at the nurse for being so easily deceived, but at Sun Meiqing for spreading her poison. She couldn’t hold back and stepped forward, her voice cold.

“You think she’s not the evildoer? Yu Jiayan isn’t even her biological child. She’s the woman who deliberately switched the babies. Are you going to believe the words of someone like her?”

The nurse was young and originally a fan of Ning Xuan’s, but being questioned publicly after Sun Meiqing’s brainwashing made her feel Ning Xuan was being aggressive. “Miss Ning, do you know what this lady has said? How can you speak like that?”

Ning Xuan snapped back, “What could she possibly say? Nothing but slandering others.”

The nurse was left speechless.

Yu Yazhi spoke up then: “Nurse, please just focus on your duties.”

The nurse: “…”

She indeed had matters to attend to, so she walked away with quick, purposeful strides.

The corridor fell silent.

Sun Meiqing’s sobbing ceased. she looked up at Yu Yazhi, her expression twisting with loathing. “What are you doing here? You murderer!”

Yu Yazhi ignored her, sidestepping the woman to enter the Intensive Care Unit. The pungent scent of disinfectant instantly assaulted her senses. She wrinkled her nose and walked to the bedside, looking down at the unconscious man.

“The police say your accident wasn’t an accident,” she murmured. “Yu Jiayan, you fool. You’re at death’s door and you don’t even know who you crossed.”

Was there someone who wanted Yu Jiayan dead for good? She didn’t know. But she wasn’t taking any chances; she had to act. She pulled out the pinhole camera and discreetly fixed it to the underside of the bedside table.

Afterward, she ruffled Yu Jiayan’s hair, offering a silent prayer for his recovery before walking out without looking back.

Ning Xuan hadn’t followed her inside. She had stayed behind to talk to Sun Meiqing, acting as a distraction to draw the woman’s attention away from Yazhi’s movements.

Once the two had left, Sun Meiqing entered the room. Facing her comatose son, she felt a fleeting pang of heartache, but it was quickly overshadowed by a gnawing anxiety about her own uncertain fate. Yu Jiayan is truly going to be the death of me.

Ning Xuan and Yu Yazhi left the hospital and got into the car. This time, Ning Xuan took the wheel. “Yazhi, where to now?”

“The ancestral home,” Yu Yazhi replied. She had things she needed to discuss with her father.

Ning Xuan nodded and drove toward the estate.

The old house was eerily quiet. The laughter and conversation that once filled its halls had been replaced by a deathly stillness. It truly echoed the saying: You never know which will come first, tomorrow or a disaster. At this rate, Ning Xuan feared she wouldn’t be making it back to the film set tomorrow.

“Miss, you’ve arrived at a good time.”

Dong Hou stepped forward to greet them, a trace of weary compassion in his clouded eyes. “Please, stay and have dinner with the Master.”

Yu Yazhi nodded. “Alright.”

The three of them headed toward the living room. Yu Zhengcheng was standing by the window, staring out at the garden as if lost in thought. He was dressed in casual clothes and had shaved; he looked much cleaner and more composed, as if he had finally begun to emerge from the recent shock.

Yu Yazhi observed him, feeling a slight sense of relief that his condition had improved. As she retracted her gaze, she noticed two teacups sitting on the coffee table.

Had there been a guest?

“Aside from Lawyer Chen, did anyone else come by today?” she asked.

“It was Assistant Meng,” Dong Hou answered. “She came to deliver some documents to the Master.”

“Did they chat for a while?”

“Yes.”

“About what?”

“Mostly company business, I believe. She also offered the Master a few words of comfort.”

Dong Hou noticed the sudden gravity in Yu Yazhi’s expression and asked, puzzled, “Miss, is there a problem?”