After Being Mistaken for a Heartless Alpha by My Childhood Sweetheart - Chapter 2

Even though the woman in front of her was smiling, Qiao Yang couldn’t help but shrink back a little.

However, a few seconds later, she gathered her courage and yelled at the top of her lungs, “You are a heartless, cheating scumbag!”

Every bystander in the room turned to stare at them.

After shouting her accusation, Qiao Yang gripped her blanket tightly and stared at Yue Ximing with wide, wary eyes, as if terrified that she might suddenly snap and hurt her.

The onlookers shifted their gazes to Yue Ximing, silently thinking that appearances truly could be deceiving. No wonder books always said that the brighter an Alpha’s smile, the darker their true nature.

The patient in the neighboring bed couldn’t help but speak up for Qiao Yang. “Hey, this poor girl has been here for days, and you haven’t visited her even once.”

“It’s not easy for a young Omega to raise a child all on her own. You are being completely irresponsible!”

Everyone started chiming in one after another, all siding with Qiao Yang.

Yue Ximing merely let her smile fade, lowering her eyes to listen quietly. From beginning to end, she didn’t offer a single word of defense.

She was dressed very lightly, and her once elegantly pinned hair was now a little messy. Her long eyelashes hid the emotions in her eyes, making her appear somewhat vulnerable instead.

Qiao Yang frowned slightly. She didn’t understand why she was suddenly feeling so uncomfortable. She clearly wasn’t the one in the wrong, yet she felt a strange pang of guilt. All the arguments she had prepared to throw at Yue Ximing suddenly deflated like a popped balloon.

Yue Ximing is such a cunning Alpha! Is she wearing so little on purpose just to look pitiful and make me feel bad for her?

The commotion in the ward soon caught the attention of a doctor. Knocking on the open door, she spotted Yue Ximing immediately among the crowd of curious onlookers.

Surprised, the doctor asked, “Are you Miss Qiao’s…”

“Friend,” Yue Ximing said.

“Wife,” Qiao Yang said.

They spoke at the exact same time, giving two completely different answers.

Yue Ximing turned her head to look at Qiao Yang, who bit her lip with tear-filled eyes, looking incredibly wronged. The elderly aunt in the next bed quickly handed Qiao Yang a tissue, comforting her warmly while remembering to glare fiercely at Yue Ximing.

Yue Ximing: “…”

Seeing the situation, the doctor quickly gestured to Yue Ximing. “Come with me for a moment.”

It wasn’t until they stepped out of the ward that Yue Ximing slowly gathered her thoughts and began to process everything. She hadn’t fully figured out what was going on yet, but based on the current situation, either she had traveled to an alternate reality or there was something seriously wrong with Qiao Yang’s memory.

Sure enough, the doctor turned to explain to her the very next moment. “When Miss Qiao was brought in, she had taken a severe blow to the head. Her memory seems to be a bit messed up. Right now, she firmly believes she’s a pitiful Omega who was abandoned by a heartless Alpha.”

“We’ve checked her records. She has no legal spouse, has never been marked, and has never given birth. This is all a fabrication of her mind.”

The doctor let out a helpless, sympathetic sigh. “If you really are just her friend… then I’m afraid you are now the heartless Alpha from her fantasies.”

It was exactly the answer Yue Ximing had expected. She didn’t worry about the consequences this would bring. Instead, she thought of the bandages wrapped around Qiao Yang’s head, her brow furrowing slightly.

Pulling her trench coat tighter around herself, she asked about something else. “Doctor, how did you get my contact information? Did Qiao Yang give it to you?”

“Yes. Before this, we contacted Miss Qiao’s mother, but Miss Qiao refused to speak with her. She only gave us your phone number.”

With that, the doctor handed Qiao Yang’s medical chart over to Yue Ximing.

The doctor hadn’t been entirely without suspicion regarding Yue Ximing’s identity. After all, many patients’ distorted memories still held a grain of truth from reality; it was entirely possible that Yue Ximing truly was a heartless Alpha. However, Qiao Yang had recited that phone number so fluently, without a single moment of hesitation.

What victim would willingly call their own abuser to the scene?

Having received the answer she wanted, Yue Ximing actually felt a wave of relief wash over her.

Fortunately, her childhood friend still knew to look for her. Even though the role she had been assigned wasn’t exactly ideal, it wasn’t beyond saving. If Qiao Yang had called someone else instead, she really would have gone mad with rage.

Yue Ximing leaned back against the hallway chair, flipping through the medical chart. It was clearly written that the patient had slipped while walking alone outside, striking her head against the curb before being rushed to the hospital.

Her eyes darkened, and her lips moved in a silent whisper.

You silly girl.

Closing the chart, she spoke gently. “I’d like to talk to Qiao Yang alone to see how much of her memory is affected. Would that be alright?”

She had to find out what kind of monster she currently was in Qiao Yang’s mind.

The doctor hesitated for a brief moment before nodding. “Alright, but please don’t trigger the patient too much. This kind of recovery has to be taken one step at a time. You can’t rush it.”

“Understood.”

Because this was a highly popular public hospital, private rooms were scarce. While paying Qiao Yang’s medical fees, Yue Ximing casually upgraded her to a VIP room, finally finding the perfect opportunity to sit down and talk with her.

Suddenly moved into a new environment by the nurses, Qiao Yang was clearly uneasy. She curled up defensively at the corner of the hospital bed, scribbling and drawing nervously in a notebook.

This discomfort reached its peak the moment Yue Ximing walked into the room.

She stopped drawing entirely and stared fixedly at Yue Ximing.

Outside the window, the sky had completely darkened. The city lights illuminated countless people heading home late, and they also cast a glow over Yue Ximing’s slightly tired face. Her eyes were half-closed, and her fingers, exposed to the cold air, looked excessively pale.

Yue Ximing pulled up a chair, sat down, and asked directly, “Why haven’t you contacted me at all these past few years?”

Qiao Yang buried herself deeper into the warm blanket, feeling awkward again. After turning the words over in her head a few times, she finally replied coldly, “You know perfectly well why.”

A smile played at the corners of Yue Ximing’s lips, as if she didn’t care about Qiao Yang’s icy attitude.

“I don’t know.”

This single sentence instantly set Qiao Yang off. She bolted upright. “You were the one who abandoned me first, and now you’re going to sit there and act completely clueless?”

After her angry outburst, she immediately shrank back under the covers, leaving only a pair of wide, watery eyes exposed. She looked so small, pitiful, and helpless that anyone else would think Yue Ximing was some kind of villain.

Yue Ximing: “…”

The window had been left open a tiny crack for ventilation, and the chilly night air was howling into the room, making her head throb.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, softening her tone as much as possible to soothe her. “Qiao Qiao, it’s not like that. You’ve never been marked.”

Qiao Yang let out an immediate sneer. “You did those things to me and then forced me to undergo a mark-removal surgery. You were planning to leave me all along, weren’t you?”

With today’s advanced technology, removing a mark required only a minor procedure, though it still caused harm to an Omega’s body.

Yue Ximing paused, then pressed further, “What kind of things?”

She looked genuinely clueless, her expression incredibly serious, as if she absolutely had to get a precise answer.

Qiao Yang was choked up by this response. Heaven knew what she was visualizing, but the tips of her ears instantly turned a vibrant, tempting shade of red.

She used the blanket to cover half her face, her hands gesturing wildly underneath the covers. “You know… that kind of thing! Those things!”

Her tone remained fiercely defensive.

She had no idea that in Yue Ximing’s eyes, she looked exactly like a cornered kitten—hissing loudly and swatting her paws, but posing absolutely no threat to the villain in front of her.

The corners of Yue Ximing’s mouth curved upward. “We were never married either.”

Qiao Yang buried her face entirely into the blanket, her voice muffled. “Because you said we didn’t need to get married, that you would love me forever. And I stupidly believed you.”

Yue Ximing almost spoke up to argue. How could those words ever come out of her mouth?

But she lowered her gaze, ultimately choosing to stay silent.

Through their brief exchanges, she had figured something out: no matter how she argued, Qiao Yang would always find a way to justify her own delusions. Qiao Yang’s logic was like a poorly constructed, illegal building—it looked full of holes, and in reality, it was full of holes. Yet, the owner of the building firmly believed her home was a fortress of solid steel, completely flawless and utterly unshakeable by outsiders.

Left with no choice, Yue Ximing patiently teased, “Next time something like this happens, remember to take me to court first instead of having the hospital call my number.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Qiao Yang whipped the blanket off her face. The flush on her cheeks was hard to attribute to either suffocation or pure anger.

Her eyes gleamed with a look of absolute certainty. “Ha, don’t think I don’t know your game. You’ve actually been spying on me from the shadows this whole time, haven’t you? The moment I try to call for help, you’ll lock me away in a basement and do this and that to me.”

Then her brow furrowed, and the spark in her eyes vanished instantly, making her look like a deeply heartbroken, pitiful Omega.

“You even used the baby to threaten me…” She spoke with such genuine emotion that anyone listening would have wept for her.

Except Yue Ximing, of course. Watching Qiao Yang change her expressions faster than flipping the pages of a book, she almost wanted to clap in applause.

Wonderful. This delusion is truly flawless. It even includes a locked-basement forced-love storyline.

In response, Yue Ximing let a perfect, polite smile spread across her face and calmly remarked, “Wow, I really am quite a psychopath, aren’t I?”

“Hmph,” Qiao Yang raised her chin proudly, mocking her. “At least you have some self-awareness.”

Yue Ximing desperately wanted to shake Qiao Yang’s little head to see what else would rattle out of it.

She unhurriedly and softly asked one last question. “When we were kids—”

Before she could finish, Qiao Yang interrupted her.

She looked entirely puzzled. “Did you hit your head on the way here? Yue Ximing, we’ve only known each other for four years.”

“…”

Perhaps the autumn night was too cold, or perhaps too many things had happened tonight, because Yue Ximing actually felt dazed for a split second. “Is that so…”

In Qiao Yang’s current memory, everything related to her had been rewritten. She had completely forgotten the years they spent growing up together.

Yue Ximing hadn’t expected to fix Qiao Yang’s perception overnight, but facing her huffy childhood friend, all the words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat, weighing heavily on her heart. She couldn’t utter a single line.

She sat there in silence, quietly digesting her emotions.

After a long while, she felt a gentle tug on the trench coat draped over her shoulders.

Yue Ximing looked up, only to find that Qiao Yang had somehow slid over to sit beside her, her fingers tightly clutching a section of her sleeve.

The beautiful Omega was rarely this quiet, looking down as she pleaded softly, “Yue Ximing, can you please let me go home?”

Without a second thought, Yue Ximing refused. “No. The doctor said it’s best for you to stay under observation for a bit longer.”

Qiao Yang’s eyes widened instantly, seemingly unable to believe that this person could be so heartless.

She bit her lip, resolving to endure any humiliation for the sake of her daughter. Even if Yue Ximing made the most ridiculous demands, she would agree to them.

Tugging on the sleeve again, she spoke in a thoroughly pathetic voice, “The baby is still at home. She must be so scared without me there. I’m begging you.”

Yue Ximing closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

For once, a look of utter disbelief appeared on her face. She really, truly wanted to know where on earth Qiao Yang had managed to conjure up a “daughter.”

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