After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 16

Jin Yunhan’s face instantly darkened.

“That Yan Qingruo—do you really like her that much, Sister?”

After the meeting, she confronted Jin Yunxi:

“If Father finds out you secretly married the Yan family’s Beta daughter, do you think he would approve?”

Jin Yunxi cast her a frosty glance. “Since you already know, what do you plan to do about it?”

Yunhan bit down hard on her lip. Her doll-like face sagged in frustration as she lowered her gaze.

“…Sister, I won’t tell Father. But do you really like the eldest Miss Yan? She’s just a Beta. She doesn’t deserve you!”

Betas were notoriously difficult to bear children. Unlike Omegas, they lacked the perfectly compatible reproductive system for Alphas, couldn’t be marked, and their pheromones rarely satisfied.

Yunhan didn’t understand. The more she thought about it, the less sense it made. Since childhood, she had looked up to the strong—though at first she hated being “bullied” by her elder sister, in time, she was utterly conquered by Yunxi’s strength and excellence.

Jin Yunxi arched a brow, coldly snapping:

“Why don’t you put that brain of yours back to the family business where it belongs?”

She couldn’t fathom why this half-sister of hers was always so obsessed with her private life, prying into her affairs every few days.

That day, she scolded Yunhan harshly. By noon, she had no appetite to eat at the company either.

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“Secretary-General, what a rare sight—you actually had time to come here today.”

The one who greeted her was Yuan Liu, a well-known physician at Atlantis specializing in Beta secondary-gender research.

“Your partner isn’t here?” Yunxi asked casually.

Yaqi was her private doctor, but since Yuan Liu was on duty, she used the chance to consult about Yan Qingruo’s condition.

Yuan Liu was experienced. She had treated pseudo-Omega cases before—Betas who had forcibly injected themselves with Omega-maturation serum in an attempt to become Omegas. The result was often disastrous: neither truly Beta nor Omega, they became addicted to Alpha pheromones like poppy fiends, promiscuous, unable to conceive, sometimes ruined for life.

Jin Yunxi’s expression grew grim at the thought.

Sensing it, Yuan Liu quickly reassured her. “Miss Yan isn’t like them. The drug she was injected with was Atlantis’ latest formula. The side effects are relatively mild… though I can’t say for sure what the long-term risks are.”

“One thing is certain,” she added. “She will experience Omega-like heats. Like patients with skin hunger, she’ll need relief from her Alpha.”

Yuan Liu didn’t understand why the Secretary-General’s face only grew darker.

So she clarified, very seriously: “And that Alpha is you, Secretary-General. You have a responsibility to her.”

Jin Yunxi frowned. A thought tugged at her—was Qingruo’s newfound reliance on her after losing her memory… a side effect of the reagent?

She asked quietly: “When you say ‘comfort as an Alpha’… do you mean biting her nape, marking her?”

Yuan Liu hesitated. “That’s only part of it. For a Beta, it isn’t enough.”

Yunxi’s face stiffened. “Then… what else?”

After much pause, Yuan Liu pronounced each word deliberately:

“Sexual obligation. Secretary-General, you and your wife have been married this long… you’ve never?”

Jin Yunxi looked at the ceiling. The floor. never meeting Dr. Yuan’s eyes.

“Or…” Yuan Liu continued, almost too practically, “is it inconvenient for you to go buy the necessary items yourself?”

She opened her drawer and pulled out boxes of medical supplies—condoms, glove-sleeves, finger covers.

Yunxi fell silent, a faint flush creeping up her face. After a pause, she muttered lowly, “I can handle it myself.”

“Don’t be shy, Secretary-General. Illness shouldn’t be ignored,” Yuan Liu insisted, stuffing a variety of novelty items into her bag. “Remember, Madam Yan’s confirmed side effect is memory loss. Don’t provoke her. Instead, gently remind her of happy times, of the things she believes happened.”

When Yunxi finally left, Yuan Liu excitedly sent a message.

Yaqi: “What? You actually gave her all that?”

Yuan Liu: “Yes.”

Yaqi: “Oh no. You might have offended her badly.”

Yaqi was frantic. Only she knew of Jin Yunxi’s secret: her gland was half-crippled. Though she still released pheromones, she couldn’t fully mark an Omega—or a Beta dosed with Omega serum.

And that wasn’t her only hidden defect.

Yaqi pressed her lips shut. Hopefully, she hadn’t let anything slip to her girlfriend just now.

Yaqi: “What else did you give her besides condoms?!”

Yuan Liu: “Finger sleeves… body sprays… I just shoved everything in.”

Thinking she’d made a terrible mistake, Yuan Liu was on the verge of tears.

But Yaqi actually sighed in relief. “That’s fine. That’s fine.”

Yuan Liu blinked. “What do you mean? What’s really going on?”

Yaqi couldn’t say—she was bound to protect her patient’s secret. Instead, Yuan Liu volunteered a different detail: “Miss Yan’s ‘tuberose’ scent has an obvious effect on Secretary-General Jin’s gland and even her leg injury.”

Yaqi froze. Tuberose?

That was the very pheromone signature of Atlantis’ top-secret Omega reagent.

“So Yan Qingruo’s pseudo-pheromones are actually stimulating the Secretary-General’s glands?”

“Exactly,” Yuan Liu confirmed.

Yaqi’s eyes lit up. Only an SSS-rank Omega mate could theoretically heal an Alpha’s glandular injury. Atlantis had never found such a match. But now… perhaps Yunxi had hope.

The doctor in her almost wanted to shove the two women into a room and lock the door. If they bonded physically, the healing potential might be even greater.

But Qingruo wasn’t an SSS-level Omega. She couldn’t be certain.

Still, as Yunxi’s private doctor and friend, Yaqi worried constantly. After all, Yunxi’s childhood had been happy, but adulthood cruel—her mother had died young, and her father soon brought home a mistress…

with a daughter only a few years younger.

That mistress was now Yunxi’s stepmother. That girl, her half-sister—Jin Yunhan.

Yunxi’s father had betrayed her mother for years. He treasured the Jin Group above all else. That was why Yunxi swore to take it all away—leave him and his family with nothing.

She had no real interest in politics; her campaigns were only ever a means to gain leverage over the corporation.

Yaqi turned a pill bottle in her hand. Their current trip abroad was to obtain medicine for Yunxi—something that could restore her leg for two hours, even return her broken gland to temporary perfection. The price was heavy side effects.

Yunxi needed it not for vanity, but survival. In moments of danger, she couldn’t allow herself to be crippled, helpless.

Still… if Miss Yan could truly heal her… Yaqi almost dared to hope.

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Leaving the clinic, Jin Yunxi’s steps were hurried. The knuckles gripping her cane flushed pink with tension.

She walked quickly until the corner of the street, then stopped, drew a deep breath, forcing calm into her chest.

She didn’t know that back at home, Yan Qingruo, bored from skipping work, had memorized “One Hundred Intimate Things Couples Do Together”—including more than a few bedroom activities—while waiting for her.

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The Jin Group’s acting president’s office was filled with soft light. Yan Qingruo’s peach blossom eyes glittered as she sat waiting, as though she had been there for hours.

“You… what are you doing here?” Yunxi froze, gaze flickering helplessly to her lips. The memory of Qingruo’s morning kiss lingered vividly, a soft warmth ghosting across her skin.

She pulled herself together, restoring her usual cold composure.

“Am I not allowed to come?” Qingruo smiled playfully, her voice sweet yet teasing. She circled the sofa, fingers gliding over Yunxi’s desk, her presence bold and unmistakable.

“I’m a germaphobe too—but not when it comes to Ah Yun.” She reached out and lightly tapped Jin Yunxi’s lips with her finger. “It’s just… I’ve been waiting for you for so long, and there are some things I still can’t figure out.” She added that in Couple’s Diary, it wasn’t written this way.

She leaned closer, eyes locking onto Yunxi’s, a heat in her gaze that left no room for misinterpretation.

Yunxi spun her pen and swiveled her chair slightly to widen the distance. She coughed softly. “Your diary must’ve left something out. I really do have a cleanliness habit. Before kissing, I need to brush my teeth.”

Qingruo’s eyes twinkled mischievously. From her bag, she produced toothpaste. “Good thing I brought some.”

Yunxi’s lips twitched. This woman… she came prepared?

Before she could protest, Qingruo caught her hand, weaving their fingers tightly together, and pulled her firmly toward the washroom.

Her body stiff, Yunxi couldn’t break free. How could the Secretary-General of the Empire be so easily led by her?

At the door, Qingruo leaned lazily against the frame, waist supple, gaze brimming with sultry warmth.

One look, and even flowers might bow their heads.

Inside the washroom, the glass was ready, toothbrush loaded with paste.

Yunxi clenched her jaw, cornered.

She brushed stiffly, movements so awkward the electric toothbrush rattled her teeth numb. The toothpaste carried a narcissus scent—Qingruo’s favorite perfume… or was it her natural fragrance?

When she finished, soft hands cupped her face.

“Ah Yun… are you upset? You don’t like me coming to your office? I waited so long at home. I missed you…” Her voice was tender, pitiful, almost heartbreaking.

Yunxi remembered the doctor’s warning—don’t agitate her. Fine then. Just this once.

Her lips were lifted into a reluctant smile. Before she could react, Qingruo leaned in, peeking at her teeth, then darted out her tongue to lick the seam of her parted lips.

Yunxi stiffened. “You—” Her teeth still tingled with the wet heat.

“Just helping my little clean-freak Secretary-General with another round of cleaning,” Qingruo teased, patting her cheek like smoothing the fur of a damp puppy.

Shame and anger warred across Yunxi’s carefully cold mask. She almost snapped, cane in hand, ready to leave.

But her cane was hooked by Qingruo’s long, slender leg, forcing her back step by step.

Arms looped around her neck, warm fingers caressed her cheek with unrestrained desire.

“Ah Yun… kiss me. Kiss me the way you used to. Not one less.”

She wanted to make up for the farewell kiss they’d missed that morning.

Breath tangled, heat surged—

With a ripping sound, fabric tore, and the air itself grew molten.