After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 38

“Ruoruo…”

Bound tight, Jin Yunxi couldn’t help but plead.

At Jin Group headquarters, it was as if someone had tossed a stone into still water—ripples spread in every direction. The workaholic President Jin, who was notorious for never leaving her desk, had suddenly skipped out in the middle of the day without warning.

Employees whispered in corners, puzzled faces turned toward Assistant Jin Fan, hoping for clues. But Jin Fan only gave vague, evasive replies, hinting that President Jin was not out on any official business.

Speculation spread like wildfire—where exactly had she gone? The mystery only deepened in their minds.

Recently, the younger Jin heir had been abroad on business, and Chairman Jin Hua had also altered his usual domineering style—no longer holding frequent board meetings or aggressively launching new initiatives. The entire atmosphere of the group seemed to be shifting quietly.

Logically, President Jin should be using this stable period to push the company to new heights. Yet her “slacking off” today was baffling to all.

By afternoon, the break room had become a hotbed of gossip. Small groups huddled together, voices lowered, eyes brimming with curiosity and suspicion.

“What’s up with President Jin? She’s never acted like this before.”

“Yeah, maybe something urgent came up?”

“Who knows? Let’s just hope it won’t affect the company.”

“Don’t you think she’s acting like some college girl who just fell in love? Could it be… she’s having an affair?”

“Shh—!”

It’s not an affair—it’s her marriage, Jin Fan thought with an eye roll. He was about to speak up when Jin Yunxi appeared from around the corner. The crowd fell silent in unison, all eyes snapping to her.

Clicking their tongues in disbelief, they stared—was this really their icy, untouchable President Jin? Her porcelain skin, usually pale and cold as snow, now carried a faint blush, like the horizon brushed with the tenderest shade of dusk.

Her eyes flickered with rare fluster, her steps quick and uneven.

Mouths dropped open. Had President Jin just come back from a sauna? Her cheeks glowed, her whole face flushed pink. For a moment, they wondered if they were looking at an imposter.

The truth was, Jin Yunxi had just returned from the Jin residence bedroom—after a lingering entanglement with Yan Qingruo. Her neck, her body, even the most private of places were marked with scattered traces, some faint, some deep, every one whispering of intimacy and passion… and intensity.

She hurried into the executive office restroom, intent on scrubbing away those ambiguous marks. But then, mortifyingly, she discovered lipstick prints—two flaming red stains just below her abdomen, in places no one else should see.

Yan Qingruo!

In an instant, her face burned crimson, the heat racing all the way to her ears, as if her skin could bleed from embarrassment.

Her heart thudded wildly, replaying images from earlier. Yan Qingruo had nearly devoured her alive.

Well… in another sense, she had.

A helpless sound escaped her chest as she buried her face in her hands. The unshakable, poker-faced Alpha was flushed and overwhelmed, drowning in the sweetness and shame.

Wasn’t she shy and inexperienced just last night? Where on earth did she “train”?

And yet, it was only in that one kind of skill she had improved. Yan Qingruo herself no longer seemed embarrassed—while Jin Yunxi, an Alpha, was somehow more bashful than her.

The afternoon’s meeting, carefully arranged in advance, was rushed through by Jin Yunxi in her usual sharp style but with her mind elsewhere.

The staff couldn’t have been happier—President Jin seemed in an unusually good mood. Smiling, they left work on time for once, spared the usual overtime.

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Restless and flushed, Jin Yunxi switched on the air purifier, trying to use the cool breeze to calm her racing thoughts. But sweetness and shame tangled in her chest, leaving her fidgeting in her chair. After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to seek out Yaqi.

“Let’s go play ball,” Jin Yunxi said when she found her, eyes glinting with uncharacteristic light.

Energy coursed through her—her legs, once weak and chilled, now full of power, the inner fire burning bright.

She clung to her principle of not indulging in “daytime debauchery,” suppressing the urge within. Yet when she pictured Yan Qingruo’s pouty, sulky expression, her lips involuntarily curved upward, her chest swelling with warmth.

Meanwhile, Yan Qingruo had taken two days off from the station. Freshly marked, she clung to Jin Yunxi like a vine to a tree, bound by an unspoken, instinctive dependence.

Jin Yunxi, however, still hadn’t noticed this new reliance. Her own glands had recovered, her leg injury was healing, and she carried a secret fear—she didn’t want the Queen to know about her recovery.

In her eyes, anyone could find out—except Lin Ruxi. Yet fate always delighted in bringing about the very thing one feared most.

After work, she and Yaqi met at the Celebrity Club to play. To avoid recognition, Jin Yunxi disguised herself carefully, but her striking figure and aura still drew attention.

Yaqi served a ball, eyes gleaming with gossip. “So… you really marked her?”

Jin Yunxi leapt, racket pausing midair. “No. But… something happened that shouldn’t have.”

Yaqi gasped theatrically. “That’s basically the same thing! So, the two of you…”

Before she could finish, Jin Yunxi’s face flared red like a ripe tomato. Lowering her head, she gave the faintest hum of acknowledgment. The ball she returned carried far more force than usual, fueled by the scorching memories of the night before. Her throat tightened, her lips dry.

After several rounds, Yaqi bent double, panting hard, hands braced on her knees. “I’m done! Not playing with you anymore!”

She fished out her phone and barked into it, half-laughing, half-desperate: “Ten minutes. Get here now. Jin Yunxi’s turned into a beast since her recovery—I need backup!”

On the other end, a woman’s warm laughter rang out as she readily agreed.

But before Yuan Liu could arrive, the last person Jin Yunxi wanted to see showed up.

Lin Ruxi and Prime Minister Wei Ailun happened to pass through the club at that very moment.

Lin Ruxi’s sharp eyes immediately fixed on the masked Alpha in the court. Long legs, lithe waist, elegant, decisive movements—her every stroke powerful and graceful.

Raising a brow, Lin Ruxi turned to Wei Ailun. “Who is that Alpha? Find out.” Then, with practiced calm, she asked, “And how’s Jin Group doing lately?”

Wei Ailun felt a twist of discomfort at the Queen’s interest in Jin Yunxi, but since she was still considered “disabled,” he didn’t see her as a threat. He reported honestly.

“The Jin sisters clashed. Jin Yunhan was confined, and in the end, Jin Yunxi came out on top.”

At this, Lin Ruxi’s eyes lit with a trace of admiration. Yet remembering Jin Yunxi’s disability, she felt a pang of regret. A pity—crippled, and claiming to be frigid on top of that.

Wei Ailun hesitated, then added, “But… this power struggle was also tied to her so-called wife.”

Leaning in, he spoke in hushed tones, recounting the details. Lin Ruxi listened, brows knitting tighter with each word.

“So Yan Qingruo was drugged, but not sent to a hospital? And Jin Yunxi calls herself frigid?” she murmured, suspicion sparking in her gaze.

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Back at home, Yan Qingruo breathed in the lingering Alpha scent Jin Yunxi had left behind. It was like an invisible net, soft yet inescapable, enfolding her completely.

Her cheeks warmed as she hugged her pillow, fingertips brushing the fresh gland at her nape. The bite mark Jin Yunxi left still carried residual heat, its outline vivid, a brand etched straight into her heart.

Water trickled down her palms in the bathroom. She remembered how those same glands had been held, caressed. She’d never seen another Alpha’s, but just from the size Jin Yunxi had chosen… she could tell hers was exceptional.

It had been pale, delicate, almost cute.

The thought made Yan Qingruo’s face burn hotter. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously. The soreness from repeated collisions lingered deep within her, but with it came an undeniable thread of pleasure—a secret, intoxicating sweetness belonging only to her and Jin Yunxi.

“Ah Yun must have felt it too…”

Her lips curved, recalling Jin Yunxi’s tear-brimmed eyes, her soft whimpering of ‘So ugly… don’t touch me…’

In those moments, Jin Yunxi had shed every trace of Alpha dominance, fragile and helpless as any Omega. The reversal left Yan Qingruo’s heart surging with heat impossible to name.

What was Jin Yunxi doing at this very moment?

Though work had ended long ago, she still hadn’t returned home.

Yan Qingruo, like a stone longing for its mate, waited with all her heart for her Alpha’s return. It had only been a few hours since their midday parting, yet her yearning spread like wild grass, growing uncontrollably.

At noon, Jin Yunxi had refused her intimacy, brushing her off with the excuse that Qingruo had yet to fully recover, even stammering shyly, “We can’t… in broad daylight.” Yan Qingruo gave a soft huff, a faint sense of grievance rising in her heart. Did Ah Yun truly not desire her at all? Or was it that after marking an Omega, an Alpha would always become this distant? The thought left her vaguely unsettled.

She couldn’t stop herself from replaying their first time together—their unexpected synchronicity in that moment. Jin Yunxi’s skills might not have been masterful, but for Qingruo, who was tasting such intimacy for the first time, pleasure had far outweighed pain.

Yet even in the height of bliss, an intrusive thought had slipped into Qingruo’s mind: If it was my first time… what about Ah Yun? Has she shared this closeness with other Omegas before?

The notion left her heart a jumbled mess of flavors—sweet as honey when she recalled their tenderness, yet bitter and sharp as lemon with the sting of jealousy. In the end, all these tangled emotions condensed into a single overwhelming truth: she missed Jin Yunxi desperately.

Clutching Yunxi’s pillow tight, Qingruo felt as though she was ill—unable to sleep unless she heard her Alpha’s loving confession.

Confused, she rubbed her aching temple, unable to understand why she was so fixated on hearing those words of love. And yet, an unyielding determination welled up inside her: tonight, she would make Ah Yun confess that her heart belonged to her alone. Since the day they met, she had never once heard Jin Yunxi utter a complete declaration of love. It felt as though only those words could finally set down the heavy stone lodged in her heart—an obsession weightier than any mission.

Just then, her phone chimed with a crisp ding, breaking the silence.

“Ruoruo, look! This Alpha is so cool.”

“Way more amazing than the club’s new star player. First game today, and already tons of Omegas are swooning over her.”

Opening the message, Qingruo froze. On the screen was a tall, lean figure in sportswear—so familiar her heartbeat stumbled. Though the woman wore a cap and mask, revealing only part of her forehead, the faint hickey along her neck was unmistakable.

“That’s… Ah Yun?!”

And the woman playing alongside her? Qingruo had never seen her before—certainly not her friend Yaqi.

So that was why she hadn’t come home. She’d gone to the club… to play with another woman. Yan Qingruo’s gaze darkened, her fingers clutching the pillow so tightly her knuckles blanched.

Typing with forced calm, she sent:

“Ah Yun, when will you be home? I’ll be waiting for you tonight.”

Though her words seemed gentle, the undercurrent of danger was unmistakable.

The photo had been snapped casually by Lu Ge, a reporter at the Celebrity club. She hadn’t recognized Jin Yunxi, nor realized her careless shot would stir up a storm of jealousy.

Night fell like ink over the city. Lights bloomed one by one, stars scattered faintly across the sky. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Yan Qingruo’s languid posture radiated allure tinged with serpentine danger.

Her phone was clenched in her hand, the same photograph of Jin Yunxi with the stranger flashing before her eyes again and again. Each glance stoked her jealousy higher.

Finally, familiar footsteps sounded outside the door. Yan Qingruo’s gaze flickered; she quickly hid the phone behind her and straightened, feigning calm.

The door opened slowly. Jin Yunxi stepped in, carrying a trace of evening coolness. At the sight of Qingruo, warmth immediately softened her eyes. But just as she was about to speak, she sensed the strange tension in the air.

“Qingruo, what’s wrong?” she asked softly, moving closer.

Qingruo raised her head, fixing Yunxi with an unblinking stare, saying nothing—her eyes searching as though to strip away every layer of pretense. The scrutiny made Yunxi falter, her steps halting unconsciously.

“Ah Yun, did you have fun today?” Qingruo finally spoke. Her tone was gentle, yet a chill threaded beneath it.

“Mm… I just played a little with Yaqi,” Yunxi replied, then suddenly recalled seeing someone who looked like a reporter at the club earlier. An uneasy premonition pricked at her heart.

“Oh? Only Yaqi?” Qingruo arched a brow, her lips curving in a faint smile. “Then why is it that the woman in this photo… isn’t her?” She held up the phone, flashing the damning picture before Yunxi’s eyes.

Yunxi opened her mouth, fumbling for words, but before she could explain, Qingruo had already risen, stepping closer with predatory grace.

“Ah Yun… tell me, how should I punish you?” Her voice was silk, but her fingertip traced down Yunxi’s cheek, lingering along her neck before stopping at her collarbone.

Yunxi’s throat bobbed; every touch sent shivers racing across her skin like sparks.

Catching Qingruo’s hand, she tried to steady her ragged breathing. “Qingruo, listen to me—”

But Qingruo wasn’t ready to let her go. Rising on her toes, she pressed her lips close to Yunxi’s ear, whispering, “Ah Yun, do you know what I wanted when I saw that photo? I wanted to swallow you whole, piece by piece… so you’d belong only to me, and never look at anyone else.”

Her lips brushed Yunxi’s earlobe, making her shudder uncontrollably.

Yunxi instinctively reached to pull her into an embrace, but Qingruo slipped nimbly away, laughing softly. With a sudden push, she sent Yunxi stumbling onto the bed. Then, with fluid grace, Qingruo straddled her lap, arms twining around her neck.

“Ah Yun, how are you going to make it up to me?” she asked, her eyes glittering like liquid light, sweet yet laced with perilous seduction.

Yunxi’s breath quickened. Her gaze fell on Qingruo’s face, so close, lips lush and inviting—irresistible. She leaned in, but Qingruo turned her head away, denying the kiss with a coquettish murmur: “I’m still not done being angry.”

Yunxi froze. How could she appease her? She wanted to explain, but their entwined bodies, the heady tension, left no room for logic.

Qingruo’s lips curled in a sly smile. Just when Yunxi thought she’d relent, she suddenly drew back. “Ah Yun, words aren’t enough. You’ll have to obey me if you want me to forgive you.”

With that, she picked up a length of soft rope, her eyes gleaming with something darker. She dangled it teasingly before Yunxi. “Ah Yun, be good. Lie down.”

Though bewildered, Yunxi complied, lying back as Qingruo deftly secured her wrists and ankles to the bedposts—gentle yet firm, leaving no room for resistance.

Pinned beneath her, Yunxi’s pulse hammered. Sweat beaded at her temples as Qingruo’s fingers traced over her face, down her neck, across her chest—always stopping short, always denying, driving her half-mad with longing.

“Ah Yun,” Qingruo whispered, her touch both tender and cruel, “don’t you think you’ve been in the wrong?”

Yunxi’s breathing turned ragged. “She’s just a friend… a friend of Yaqi’s…”

Qingruo chuckled, brushing her fingertip over Yunxi’s lips. When Yunxi instinctively tried to capture it, Qingruo withdrew with a playful smirk. “Ah Yun, you can only look at me. You can only love me.”

Her fingers roamed boldly, strumming Yunxi’s body like a delicate instrument. Bending low, her hair spilled over Yunxi’s skin, her fragrance drifting as she traced downward, leaving Yunxi trembling.

“Ruoruo…” Yunxi finally broke, her voice hoarse, eyes wet with helpless plea.

Qingruo’s eyes narrowed. She lifted Yunxi’s chin, her gaze sharp and commanding. “Say it. Say you love me. Say you like me. That your heart belongs to me, and me alone.”

The room grew stifling, heat coiling between them. Straddling her Alpha, Qingruo’s eyes glowed with a perilous mix of obsession and desire, as though she might consume her whole.