After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 31

Yan Qingmei had been abroad for quite some time. Only one month remained before the year was up. Like a rat hiding in the dark, she had been waiting silently for the contract marriage between Yan Qingruo and Jin Yunxi to expire—waiting to return in glory, replace that Cinderella, and officially claim the title of Yunxi-jie’s princess.

But—

Why?! How could her Yunxi-jie forget her so easily? Yan Qingmei refused to believe it.

And yet, the dazzling scene before her eyes left no room for doubt.

Yan Qingmei was furious.

She immediately hired a private investigator, only to be dealt a cruel slap in the face.

The photos sent back showed Yan Qingruo and Jin Yunxi strolling side by side, intimately close.

Even with a cane in hand, Yunxi’s tall, elegant figure still drew every gaze. The Alpha’s porcelain-pale face, with eyes deep as a midnight pool, radiated cold allure. Her hand reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Qingruo’s ear with such tenderness that it seemed the whole world faded away, leaving only Yan Qingruo in her eyes.

Yan Qingmei narrowed her eyes. Yunxi-jie had never looked at her with such indulgence—damn it! She tightened her grip on her coffee cup, slamming it onto the table with a sharp clack. The coffee splashed over her fingers, but she didn’t even notice. Her eyes bulged with rage as she glared at the photo, her face flushing crimson, chest heaving violently.

“Yan Qingruo, have you forgotten what you promised me?”

It was only for a year—she had allowed Yan Qingruo to marry Yunxi-jie in her place. But she had never allowed them to become truly close, especially not physically intimate. And sleeping together—that was absolutely forbidden!

Yunxi-jie hadn’t even kissed her deeply yet, and Yan Qingruo had already beaten her to it.

How dare she!

It was like a bottle of fine wine she had treasured for years, too reluctant to open—and now she turned around to find Yan Qingruo had already drunk most of it, even smacking her lips in satisfaction right in front of her.

Outrageous!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Grinding her teeth, she spat out each word slowly and viciously before snatching up her phone. Her fingers flew across the screen as she fired off a message to Yan Qingruo’s spare phone. Minute after minute passed, but the device remained silent, like a dead thing.

At last, unable to contain herself, she dialed Yan Qingruo’s main number.

“Yan Qingruo, what the hell are you playing at?!”

Her voice was shrill, almost piercing. Leaning forward, one hand braced hard against the table, she snarled:

“Sending me those videos—what were you trying to do, provoke me?!”

“Tell me—how far have you and Yunxi-jie gone?!”

“You low-class Beta! You vixen!” Her curses tumbled out, nearly incoherent.

On the other end, Yan Qingruo’s voice was cool and detached.

“What’s your relationship with Ah Yun?”

“Ah Yun?” Yan Qingmei’s rage spiked. “What right do you have to call her that?!”

“Oh… so Yunxi-jie likes you?”

“Yes, she does! She likes me! She only likes me!”

But gradually, Yan Qingmei felt something was off. Why was Yan Qingruo asking her these questions? It didn’t sound like her at all.

Once Yan Qingmei had spent her fury, a voice colder than midwinter cut through:

“Mother has passed away. Are you satisfied now?”

Yan Qingruo had always resented this younger sister who monopolized even Song Mei’s affection. Now, finally, Yan Qingmei could enjoy all of that motherly love—without rival.

Yan Qingmei froze. The curse on the tip of her tongue stuck in her throat. After a beat, she whispered, “When did Mom… pass away?”

Her eyes flickered, and she quickly asked, “Where did it happen? In Atlantis?”

When Yan Qingruo’s faint “Mm” came through the receiver, a tidal wave crashed through Yan Qingmei’s mind. Her suspicions swelled. Could it be… Yan Qingruo had lost her memory?

She recalled what Grandma had said about Yan Qingruo’s strange behavior after returning to the Yan family. Her unease solidified into certainty.

Excitement bubbled in her chest. The contradictions, the strangeness—all of it made sense now. Yan Qingruo had forgotten everything.

A sly smile curled her lips.

Hehe.

She snapped her phone shut with a crisp pa, her expression like a cat that had sniffed out a flaw, a predator that had finally tasted blood. She was the true eldest daughter of the Yan family—the one who should rightfully shine. All this time abroad, she had been forced into the shadows.

Yan Qingruo—your time to repay me has come.

A Cinderella might wear the face of a swan, but she would never be a princess.

The Yan family’s princess, Yunxi-jie’s princess, could only ever be her!

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Jin Yunxi stepped out of the bathroom, damp strands of hair clinging to her elegant face.

She wore a loose robe that draped gracefully over her frame, accentuating a slender waist and long, straight legs. The robe gaped slightly, revealing delicate collarbones, while droplets of water slid down the faint lines of her abs, shimmering under the light.

Yan Qingruo’s cheeks still glowed with the flush of passion. She lounged lazily against the bed, hair in disarray over her shoulders, chin propped on one hand as she gazed at the beautiful Alpha before her—her eyes lingering on those thin, glossy lips.

A tremor ran through her thighs, heat blooming again where it had only just subsided.

So shameless—was she truly this wanton?

Flustered, she bit her lip and covered her face with one hand, fanning her hot cheeks as the warmth spread from her ears down her neck, into her belly.

Her whole body seemed to glow pink.

Annoying. Embarrassing.

Yet her gaze clung to Jin Yunxi, unable to tear away. Ah Yun’s body was mesmerizing—the sheen of skin, the droplets tracing down firm lines of muscle. Yan Qingruo found herself entranced, even forgetting she had meant to question Yunxi.

If before her affection had been just instinctive attraction, now it had deepened into something stronger, rawer… a physiological hunger.

Especially with Yan Qingmei suddenly reappearing—her insecurity gnawed deeper. Since losing her memories, Yan Qingruo only knew one thing: she wanted more. Faster, deeper—she wanted all of Yunxi’s love.

To consume it to the bone, and still it would never be enough.

“Who was calling just now?” Jin Yunxi asked casually, toweling her damp hair.

“Still Yan Qingmei.” Qingruo’s tone was languid, utterly unashamed. She lifted her phone with a lazy flourish, eyes fixed on the Alpha, studying her reaction.

Jin Yunxi’s hand stilled for a moment before she gave a quiet “Mm.”

Qingruo’s gaze roved unchecked, sliding down her neck and shoulders to the droplets sparkling on her abs.

Yunxi tied her robe tighter, a teasing glint in her eyes. “So good to look at?”

Her voice, fresh from the bath, carried a husky warmth beneath its usual coolness.

Caught in the act, Qingruo jolted back to her senses. She quickly hid her face behind a pillow, her muffled voice protesting, “Not that good.”

Yunxi’s lips curved faintly. “Oh? Then I won’t let jiejie look anymore. Be a good girl and pick out some clothes for me.”

She began sorting through the garments she planned to toss in the wash.

After Jin Yunxi left, Yan Qingruo finally lowered the pillow she’d been hiding her face behind.

Ah Yun had called her “jiejie” again. The last time she’d used that word, it had been during one of their more intimate moments.

It was such an infuriating yet endearing way of address—just one word, and it stirred her so easily.

The dissatisfaction in her ears, the satiation in her body, and her growing curiosity about Jin Yunxi all rose together.

Ah Yun… was she really an Alpha? How could she be this beautiful?

Though Yan Qingruo herself was often praised for her looks, when compared to Jin Yunxi, she didn’t feel superior at all. If anything, Jin Yunxi seemed to fit perfectly into the mold of her secret preferences.

She couldn’t even imagine Jin Yunxi possessing the physical traits of an Alpha. The thought alone made Yan Qingruo’s face burn. Biting her lip, she dragged the pillow back over her head in shame.

She really was hopeless.

Whenever she was around Jin Yunxi, she didn’t feel like herself anymore. Was she truly that eager to be taken by her?

Or perhaps—did she secretly want Jin Yunxi to fall even deeper into her thrall after having her?

But before such a wish could come true, she herself had already stumbled headfirst into the mire of infatuation, unable to pull free.

After brooding for a while, discouragement inevitably crept in.

Because Jin Yunxi hadn’t shown any overtly physical, Alpha-like desire toward her… Ah Yun must not be that enthralled yet.

Yan Qingruo had never been particularly fixated on an Alpha’s sexual traits, but when it came to whether Jin Yunxi was truly obsessed with her—there, she could not compromise.

Sighing faintly, Yan Qingruo rose and walked to her private wardrobe, planning to find some clothes for Jin Yunxi. They hadn’t brought much luggage this time, so she could only rummage through her old things.

But—

The moment she pushed the door open, she froze.

The entire room—her private wardrobe—was plastered with photographs of Jin Yunxi.

There were images of her at meetings, stern and focused, her sharp gaze radiating an aura so commanding one could hardly look straight at her.

There were shots of her walking the streets during inspections, and even candid glimpses of her daily life.

Not only that, but the walls were filled with dense notes about Jin Yunxi’s life—from her birthdate to every important milestone, nothing left unrecorded.

Yan Qingruo’s heart quivered. This… what on earth was this? Heat rushed up her neck and flooded her cheeks. There was only one explanation—

Could it be that, even before their marriage, she had already been an ardent fan of Jin Yunxi?

No… not just a fan. Practically a stalker.

This was obsession. Madness.

On the floor sat a locked box and a phone. She tried everything, but couldn’t unlock it—not even the password Jin Yunxi had used on the computer worked.

She tried their birthdays—hers, Jin Yunxi’s—but no luck.

Then, on a whim, she entered her mother’s birthday. Success.

Yan Qingruo frowned. The phone sprang to life, only to reveal a flood of messages—strange, disjointed, incomprehensible words, all from her own number.

Just then, the spare phone buzzed again. A new text popped up from an unknown sender:

【Your mother is abroad. Aren’t you going to visit her?】

Attached was a photo of a gravestone. On it was a color portrait of Song Méi—yet there was no name inscribed. The nameless stone radiated a chilling strangeness.

Yan Qingruo’s head spun. What did this mean? Was her mother still alive? A wild, impossible hope leapt in her chest.

She quickly replied: 【Where? Send me the address.】

She stared at the screen without blinking, heart thundering. But time slipped by, and the screen remained silent. No reply came.

Disappointment welled up. Listlessly, she scrolled through the phone. Most apps were locked, the old passwords useless. Only a location tracker would open—showing a single red dot, just a few steps away, almost perfectly overlapping with her own position.

Jin Yunxi’s position.

Her gaze clouded with confusion.

Had she installed a tracker on Jin Yunxi’s phone? When? Why?

She remembered that after her amnesia, she had once handed her phone over and allowed Jin Yunxi to track her. It had been her way of showing trust.

At the time, she’d told Jin Yunxi: she liked the feeling of being under her control.

But… why had she tracked Ah Yun in the first place? Had her feelings already grown so extreme, so possessive?

Looking through the historical data, she realized she had set up the tracker before Jin Yunxi even ran for Secretary-General. And hadn’t she heard before that Jin Yunxi had many fans?

Could it be… she really had been Jin Yunxi’s stalker all along?

Her fingers absently stroked the edge of the phone. The more she tried to think, the sharper the pain in her head became. Something close to the truth struggled to surface—but she couldn’t grasp it.

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That night, after their goodnight kiss, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Jin Yunxi lay awake, watching the woman beside her. Even in sleep, Yan Qingruo was restless, frowning, murmuring under her breath.

“Mother… Ah Yun… don’t…”

Jin Yunxi didn’t understand the source of her unease, but it seemed tied to her lost memories. And in that moment, she made a silent vow: she would help Yan Qingruo recover them, to face and embrace the whole of who she was.

“How is the progress on eliminating the drug’s side effects?” she asked quietly into the phone later.

On the other end, the doctor’s voice was cautious, almost timid. “With our current Yatelans technology, it’s still incomplete. I’ve already sent the samples to Country A. Their top team will certainly succeed in eradicating it fully.”

“Abroad?”

“Yes. To perfectly remove the side effects, we need to extract your wife’s blood in person and introduce the treatment directly,” the doctor explained carefully.

Hanging up, Jin Yunxi gazed out the window, her mind turning. It seemed inevitable—she would have to take Yan Qingruo overseas.

The next morning, Yan Qingruo tugged lightly at Jin Yunxi’s sleeve, hesitant. “Ah Yun, my vacation isn’t over yet. Should we… take a trip together?”

“Where to?”

“Country A.”

Jin Yunxi’s heart skipped. Such coincidence—she had just resolved to bring her there, and now Yan Qingruo herself was suggesting it.

At that very moment, in a high-rise across Country A, someone stood before a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the bustling streets.

The corners of her lips curled into a cold smile as a finger traced slowly across the glass.

“Come. Come—all of you, come.”

“What was forgotten should not remain buried. What was meant to appear… must be brought to light.”