After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 18

“Take a good look.”

Jin Yunxi’s voice was low and husky. What she handed Yan Qingruo was her medical report on amnesia. For a moment, she even considered slipping the contract agreement in as well.

The instant she gave it away, a flicker of regret passed through her.

Her gaze fell on the thin sheets of paper, and she caught the shock in Yan Qingruo’s eyes—the way they softened, moistened.

Was she… sad? Sad that all of this had been nothing but a façade? Yunxi’s throat tightened. Perhaps it was better for her to know sooner.

The report slipped down from her hand and landed against Qingruo’s face. She caught it, still dazed, her expression puzzled. But when her eyes scanned the report, her entire body froze.

Gland dysfunction?!

It was a detailed medical file on Yunxi’s damaged glands, outlining the extent of the impairment and its impact on her health.

Aberrant phagocytes had gnawed at her bones, eroded her joints to the brink of collapse, and left her glands half-destroyed. No wonder Ah Yun had reacted that way earlier.

“This…”

Qingruo’s lips trembled. She wanted to say something, but her throat felt blocked, and not a sound came out.

The initial shock dissolved quickly, replaced by an overwhelming, almost suffocating ache in her chest.

“Ah Yun…” she whispered, her voice trembling with tenderness. Her steps were slow, deliberate, as she moved toward her.

Yunxi watched her approach—the hem of her pale-green dress swayed gently, like rippling water, the fresh green of budding leaves. She was spring itself, a burst of vitality in Yunxi’s frozen winter.

Why? Why wasn’t she angry?

Instead, she raised a cautious hand, hesitated midair as if afraid of offending her, then let it hover there.

Yunxi’s heart stumbled—only to be pulled tight into an embrace.

She was stunned.

Qingruo had risen on tiptoe, arms circling her neck, her touch light yet steady. Her fingers brushed gently over Yunxi’s damaged glands, while her soft body pressed close, her head resting against her shoulder.

“Ah Yun… I saw your pathology report.”

Panic flickered through Yunxi. Wait—that was the file she had thrown?

Qingruo’s face nestled into the hollow of her collarbone. A warm tear slipped down, carrying nothing but aching pity.

“Ah Yun, I’m sorry.”

Her thumb grazed Yunxi’s cheek as if soothing a wounded creature.

Yunxi’s body stiffened, fists clenched tight—then slowly loosened. She could feel the warmth of her embrace, hear the tears in her voice. Her heart twisted with an indescribable mix of emotions.

“I don’t like those so-called alphas. I don’t like their arrogance, their pride in what they are. Ah Yun, you don’t have any of those flaws.” Qingruo lifted her head, eyes meeting hers with steady conviction. Her palms cradled Yunxi’s face, thumbs stroking her skin.

“How could this ever make me despise you?” Her eyes shone with pain and love. “I’m your wife. I love you as you are—no matter what.”

Yunxi could hardly believe it. She had expected disgust, rejection, maybe pity—but there was none of that in Qingruo’s eyes. Only compassion. Only love.

She says she likes me like this? Yunxi remembered overhearing her before the amnesia, saying she hated alphas. So it was true?

A mess of feelings surged inside her.

She turned her head slightly, not wanting Qingruo to catch the flicker of disbelief in her eyes.

“Ah Yun…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Qingruo’s voice broke. She had never imagined Yunxi had been bearing such pain in silence.

Yunxi said nothing. Her fists clenched again, knuckles white. Memories she had buried deep resurfaced like a tidal wave.

“In my eyes, you’re perfect.” Qingruo’s voice was firm, unwavering. She held Yunxi’s face, forcing her to meet her gaze.

“Qingruo…” Yunxi’s hand rose slowly to cover hers. She didn’t know what to say. All these years, she had borne it alone, never imagining someone would grieve for her pain.

It was as if the heavy weight she’d carried, the festering scars, were being lifted, scattered to ashes by Qingruo’s touch.

What she had thought of as a defect—Qingruo regarded as something like the Venus de Milo’s broken arm. Imperfect, yet undeniably beautiful.

Could it be… Qingruo had a morbid affection for broken things? For a brief, absurd moment, the thought flitted through Yunxi’s mind. But then she recalled her coldness before the amnesia and quickly dismissed it.

Moonlight spilled through the curtains, casting soft silver over the bed.

At some point, Qingruo had changed into a sheer chiffon nightdress. Kneeling before the alpha, her hair falling loosely, her eyes brimming with warmth, she whispered:

“So… is someone still planning to kick me out of bed?”

Her words barely faded before she leaned down, fingertip trailing along Yunxi’s collarbone. A light push, and Yunxi was pressed back onto the bed.

Her pupils contracted as Qingruo’s fingers slid down her waistline. Yunxi’s whole body tensed, expecting her to demand her “wifely duties” again.

But instead, Qingruo’s warm palm settled on her knee, driving away the bone-deep chill.

“Ah Yun, I really do love you. Believe me, won’t you?” Her breath brushed Yunxi’s ear, warm enough to make her shiver. “Don’t push me away. Kiss me.”

“Wife~ from now on, we’re going to sleep together every night.”

And do all those intimate things again… Qingruo didn’t finish the thought. She turned eagerly toward her—only to find Yunxi already fast asleep, eyes squeezed shut, lashes trembling faintly.

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The news broke like a bombshell: Jin Yunxi had publicly announced her wife was none other than Yan Qingruo.

Jin Hua was livid. That unfilial daughter had deceived him so cruelly.

For the powerful Jin family, this was a devastating blow. To wed a beta meant their bloodline would be diluted, their prestigious heritage cut off.

Jin Hua’s obsession with Yunxi’s heirs stemmed from her being an SS-class alpha. Her younger sister, Yunhan, was merely an A-class. That was the only reason he had tolerated Yunxi as acting president.

But now—an SS-class alpha paired with a beta? An utter disgrace.

In elite families, top-tier alphas only married top-tier omegas, carefully guarding their lineage like prized breeds of cats.

Yunxi’s decision shattered the rigid boundaries of alpha-omega unions. To them, it was no different from marrying a commoner.

Some even worried more civilians would now dare to cross the invisible line, coveting what was never meant for them.

Once Qingruo recovered enough, she returned to her work at the foundation. Before, she had disguised herself as plain and unremarkable. Now, she faced the world openly, under her true name and as the Secretary-General’s spouse. People showered her with flattery and envy in person—while whispering behind her back.

What right did a beta have to marry the Secretary-General?

The chauffeur who picked her up often overheard such gossip. Yunxi thought Qingruo would be upset, but instead discovered she had opened a social account to share their daily life.

【Ah Yun cooked for me again today. It looked, smelled, and tasted wonderful. I’m so happy!】 The post came with a carefully filtered photo.

Yunxi pressed her lips together. In truth, her cooking was far from good. It was only through filters that Qingruo made it look like the work of a five-star chef.

Still, Yunxi quietly switched to her alt account and gave it a like, lips curving despite herself.

“President Jin, ever since Madam lost her memory, you seem to smile a lot more,” Ivy remarked softly.

Yunxi nearly spat out her tea. Why did that sound so strange? She rubbed her ears, heat creeping up to the tips.

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Overseas, a woman in a pale blush evening gown attended a high-profile charity gala. The crystal chandeliers scattered dazzling light across her gown, tiny crystals glittering with every step.

Her features bore a resemblance to Yan Qingruo—arched brows, a delicate nose, the soft air of a little white rabbit.

But when her eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp, cutting gleam flashed through them, like a rose with hidden thorns.

She stood in the corner, champagne flute in hand, gaze locked on a nearby projection screen that displayed the news of Jin Yunxi and Yan Qingruo.

The air around her grew heavy, oppressive. People instinctively edged away.

A gentleman attempted to strike up a conversation, but one glance from her icy eyes sent him scurrying off. The socialites who had clustered around her earlier now whispered from the sidelines, stealing furtive glances, yet not one dared approach again.