After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 35

“Jie, do you really like that Yan Qingruo?”

Jin Yunxi didn’t answer, but her actions had already betrayed her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have come here alone.

Jin Yunhan’s eyes reddened with grievance. “Why? Jie, why can’t you spare me even a little of your affection? You said before—as long as I behaved, you would…”

“When did I ever say that?” Jin Yunxi locked her gaze on her. “All I promised was that if you behaved, I would let you and your mother live in peace.”

Had she not already been generous enough toward Jin Yunhan and Li Chunhua?

She allowed Jin Hua to place Jin Yunhan in a key position at the company. She even closed one eye and let her take on important projects to gain experience.

She admitted she had bullied Jin Yunhan when they were children, back when she had first come into the family. But once they grew up, Jin Yunxi had done her best to treat her fairly.

She even turned a blind eye when Jin Hua secretly transferred millions from the company into Li Chunhua’s account—pocket money and living expenses for mother and daughter both.

She had noticed, long ago, the faint stirrings of Jin Yunhan’s inappropriate intentions toward her. But she never imagined those thoughts would twist into something so warped.

Tick, tick—the seconds slipped away.

The last minute!

One hand hidden behind her back, Jin Yunxi discreetly sent her location to the law enforcement team.

With the other, she beckoned to her sister.

“Xiao Han, come here a moment.” Jin Yunxi’s voice softened, her expression gentle.

“Jie… you’ve forgiven me?” Jin Yunhan asked, clutching at fragile hope.

But the hand that beckoned turned in an instant into a sharp blade. A strike to the neck—pain flared, and Jin Yunhan’s world went black.

Jin Yunxi twisted the hidden fuse and let out a breath of relief. The explosives were fake.

Her watch, synced with her phone, sent a delayed ping. The signal pointed to the top floor of a building just outside the abandoned factory—an isolated room.

Yan Qingruo was there.

Jin Yunxi’s eyes stung. She didn’t know if she was already too late. She ignored the fact that her leg hadn’t fully healed and ran toward the building. Every step sent searing pain through the bone, as if her fragile shin might shatter like an eggshell.

She didn’t care. The only fear that gripped her heart was arriving one step too late—and leaving Yan Qingruo to suffer what she should never have had to endure.

Never before had Jin Yunxi hated her own weak body so much.

Lightning tore through the night sky. Rain poured down in torrents, mingling with sweat. Her lips were bitten white, her clothes plastered to her skin, but her eyes blazed with fire. Step by step she forced herself up the stairwell, water dripping from her soaked pant legs.

From within the sealed chamber came the muffled sound of Alphas laughing crudely, voices filthy with innuendo.

The room inside was pitch-black. When they least expected it, Jin Yunxi quietly cut the power. Fortunately, her advanced glasses carried night vision.

“One more minute, and I’ll finally taste the beauty of Yacheng’s number one flower!”

“To think we get to share the same woman as Jin Yunxi—the most elite Alpha—what a treat!”

Thunder cracked, the storm howled outside.

At those words, Jin Yunxi almost spat blood. Fury roared through her, scorching every nerve. The thought of Yan Qingruo being defiled by these Alphas made her expression turn as dark as the storm.

Forcing herself to breathe, she steadied her rage and turned the lock quietly.

“Why’s the power out?”

“Shit, someone’s here!”

“God—when did that shadow get there?”

A startled Alpha barely cried out before a steel-hard fist smashed into her face. She howled in pain. “Damn it! Who’s attacking us?”

“Who cares who she is—get her!”

A blow landed on Jin Yunxi’s shoulder. She dodged, but her injured leg slowed her. Pain lanced through her body and she let out a muffled groan—but she didn’t retreat. She caught an Alpha’s wrist, twisted hard, and a sharp crack split the air. The woman screamed and collapsed.

A synchronized stomp of boots echoed in the hall. “Secretary Jin, we’re here!”

The law enforcement team flooded in, led by the same vice-captain from the supermarket incident. Seeing Jin Yunxi’s soaked, disheveled figure, her muddy cuffs, her fierce but anxious expression—he sighed.

The media always painted her as cold and ruthless. If he hadn’t seen with his own eyes how she shielded her wife, he might have believed it too.

“Good! Restrain every one of them.”

“And Miss Jin downstairs?”

“Detain her in secret. No one is to know.”

Jin Yunhan was shameless; Jin Yunxi still had her pride. She had no time to waste on the unworthy. Trembling, she pushed forward into the chamber.

A strange white mist spread through the room, swallowing her whole.

Suddenly, her body burned. Heat surged through her veins, drowning out reason. She shook her head violently, trying to stay awake.

“Qingruo! Are you inside?” Jin Yunxi’s voice quivered as she shouted. Her temperature rose higher, threatening to consume her.

“Ah Yun…” Yan Qingruo faintly saw her through the mist—tall, proud, even with her limping steps. Never had she felt so safe. She gave herself over to Jin Yunxi’s arms, then slipped into unconsciousness.

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Jin Residence – Bathroom

Mist—thicker, heavier, sultry mist.

Jin Yunxi was barely conscious. Through the haze, she felt slender arms coil around her, fingers stroking from her neck downward, sliding along her body…

Her heat intensified. She grabbed for the hand, but it was slick, elusive, like a mermaid breaking free from foamy surf. Together, they tumbled into the steaming white bathtub.

The woman straddled her, winding around her like a serpent. Jin Yunxi was pressed down by soft, full curves, their bodies molding tightly together.

“Ah Yun… hold me~”

She inhaled through her suffocating breaths, drawing in a fragrance as sweet as flowers and milk. Her arms locked tightly around that fragile waist—so slender it seemed it could break at a touch. Forced by her pitiful willpower, Yan Qingruo’s face was turned toward her. With eyes glistening, misted with heat and desire, she looked back, her red lips parting in a soft murmur:

“Ah Yun, I’m so hot… touch me, won’t you?”

The woman in the bathtub leaned her back against Jin Yunxi, sitting astride her lap. Twisting her waist with stubborn, seductive insistence, she tried to move, yet Jin Yunxi held her like stone, refusing to let her.

Her lips pouted. Ah Yun was so strange—she herself stayed still, yet wouldn’t let her move either.

Yan Qingruo guided Yunxi’s hand, sliding it from her holy curves upward to the swell of her breasts. She wanted her touch, craved her caress—but Yunxi only grazed her skin, holding her in place, never yielding.

“Touch me like last time… just once more.”

Her coquettish plea was soft and honeyed, her voice dripping with intoxicating charm.

Did she… touch her before? Yunxi’s mind blurred, her memory fractured by the dull ache in her skull. Somewhere in her recollection there was a woman she could only touch with her lips, never with her hands—never daring to trespass, never daring to sin.

As long as it wasn’t this woman. It mustn’t be her. And yet… she longed for her.

So this must be a dream. Yes, a dream.

Obediently, Yunxi’s hand slid through the curve of her arm and body, gripping and kneading hard—so close to what had happened before. But still unsatisfied, Yan Qingruo reached for herself, stroking her own trembling form, pale as snow, as the water churned around them.

Splashes rang wildly, spilling over the bathtub’s edge.

In an instant, a far richer scent of tuberose than ever before filled the air, saturating the room.

Only then did Jin Yunxi realize—had Yan Qingruo been drugged? But why was her own reaction so fierce, so unbearable that she nearly lost all restraint, aching to take this woman right here, right now?

But who was this woman? So achingly familiar, yet a memory she refused to recall at this moment.

“Ah Yun~” The dazed woman cupped her face, her lips pressing forward with murmured kisses, eyes misted like spring water. “Don’t look away. Look at me.” She drew her hand downward, guiding her…

Yunxi, unable to resist, followed the pull—sliding into a secret place, where soft barriers clutched her tightly, unwilling to release her.

Too tight. Too wet. She pressed forward and the woman’s breath hitched, lips damp against her neck as gasps spilled out.

Her voice was sweet, trembling with need: “Ah Yun… move.”

She obeyed. The bathtub overflowed, water spilling out in waves, each rush in time with the rhythm of her hand.

Never, never before had there been such wetness—an endless stream flowing out.

What a vivid dream. Could a dream’s glands feel so unmistakably Alpha?

It was as though her very glands were being drilled open, ready to explode. The faint scar at her nape tore with a searing rip, the suppressant patch scalded off, and the snug undergarment shredded apart under sudden growth.

For a moment Yunxi froze in the haze of heat, startled by the raw force inside her. Was this… was this the second gland of an Alpha?

Too real. Dream or not, seeing “little Yunxi” with her own eyes left her chest pounding with shock, shame, and an unfamiliar disgust.

Ugly.

“Hm?”

The woman before her startled, staring. “Ah Yun… what is that? Mmph—”

“Don’t—don’t look!” Yunxi panicked. But Yan Qingruo only treated it like a new toy, squeezing and tugging with innocent curiosity.

Like a child, she murmured between playful motions, “Mm? It’s getting bigger… it changes! Ah Yun, you’re bad—it’s like a balloon you bought just for me.”

Her voice was silly, tender, and muddled, yet she hugged Yunxi’s neck and wriggled endlessly on her lap.

Yunxi nearly wept. Stop moving, stop grinding…

“Be good, kiss my cheek.” She tried to divert her. And Yan Qingruo listened, cupping her face and leaning forward—but instead pressed a firm kiss directly onto her lips.

Meanwhile, her hands strayed lower. “Ah Yun, let me play with the new toy you got for me~”

Yunxi bit her lip in shame. “No… it’s not fun.”

“But it is. Ruoruo likes it.”

The nonsensical words somehow made the new gland throb and swell under her touch, unbearably sensitive. The ruined undergarment could no longer contain it, only binding her painfully.

A whimper slipped from Yunxi’s throat. That place ached—hungering not only for touch, but for something deeper.

Yan Qingruo sighed, clasping her tightly. “So hot…”

Yunxi couldn’t control the gasp that escaped her lips. Her face flamed as she tried to pull away—but that damned little thing pressed harder, deeper into the woman.

“Ah Yun’s voice is so pretty… Ruoruo wants to hear it again.”

She had discovered the secret: as long as she stroked and teased the new “toy,” Yunxi would make such sounds. The faster she played, the lovelier, the longer the cries.

Yunxi’s eyes brimmed red with tears, her once sharp phoenix eyes now wet and pleading, like a cornered puppy.

She tried to silence the woman, capturing her lips in a kiss—just to shut her up. But at that instant, her body was toyed with more harshly, slicker, deeper.

Her breath caught. The strange new gland grew unbearably comfortable, forcing her lips open with a stifled moan. Yan Qingruo’s tongue darted in, tangling with hers, stealing the last of her composure.

Yunxi was entirely on the defensive. Her reason clung desperately, even as the air thickened with the scent of tuberose pheromones. Both glands—at her nape, and the one that had just awakened—throbbed in sync.

Yan Qingruo grew bolder, lowering her head. Yunxi prayed she would only look, not…

But then that nimble tongue flicked out. What was she trying to do? Could it be—?

No. Too filthy. Yunxi’s face burned crimson, shame igniting into fury. Enough!

With sudden strength she seized the shameless woman in her arms and rose, carrying her toward the bedroom.

The wet trail they left behind glistened—not only drops of water, but the shimmering traces of their mingled desire. Drop by drop, until they merged into a single flowing river.