After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 44

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the capable assistance of Su Yuening—both a professional manager and a trusted friend—the Jin Corporation had grown stronger than ever, becoming not only the leading enterprise in Atlan but also one of the most influential companies worldwide, expanding into entertainment, dining, and other industries.

Technology had always been Jin Corporation’s core business, and now it stood firmly at the forefront.

Much of this success could not have been achieved without Lin Ruxi’s support. To express her gratitude, Jin Yunxi devoted most of her attention to affairs of the royal court.

On this day, she attended a grand banquet in Country F on Lin Ruxi’s behalf. The event gathered international political leaders, business tycoons, and venture capital magnates.

The banquet, also known as the Technology Innovation Gala, was in truth a global showcase for the latest high-tech products.

The hall brimmed with influential figures. As the Secretary-General of Atlan and the President of Jin Corporation, Jin Yunxi’s rare dual identity made her the instant center of attention the moment she entered.

Her decision to attend had been so last-minute that even the nameplate at her seat hadn’t been updated.

As soon as she stepped inside, prominent business leaders rushed forward with flattering smiles.

“President Jin, what an honor! At last we meet in person—it’s truly a privilege!” A rotund middle-aged man bustled up eagerly, both hands outstretched, eyes brimming with obsequious admiration.

Jin Yunxi’s lips curved politely. “You flatter me. The pleasure is mine.” With a subtle shift of her body, she gracefully avoided his overly enthusiastic handshake.

Onstage, the product showcase was already underway. Teams from various companies presented their innovations, projected on giant screens and livestreamed worldwide.

When political figures spotted Jin Yunxi, several stood up at once to beckon her over.

“Secretary-General Jin, please—your VIP seat is reserved in the front row!”

She inclined her head with thanks but declined tactfully. “The center seats will do. The view is excellent from there as well.”

With that, she led Mo Sisi and Su Yuening to sit in the middle of the hall.

“President Jin, shouldn’t we sit closer to the front?” Mo Sisi whispered. She had officially joined Jin Corporation after graduating and now served as Jin Yunxi’s assistant.

At twenty-one, Mo Sisi had grown into a striking young woman. Standing beside Jin Yunxi, many mistook her for her companion rather than her assistant, and some even attempted to curry favor through her.

Mo Sisi basked in the attention, clinging ever closer to Jin Yunxi—almost linking arms with her.

Jin Yunxi ignored it entirely, turning instead to Su Yuening. “Let’s sit here.”

Naturally, Mo Sisi settled at Jin Yunxi’s side, with Su Yuening on her other hand.

Su Yuening’s gaze swept the crowd, her lips curling in a knowing smile, as though awaiting the start of an anticipated performance.

“Yunxi, I heard the highlight of the night comes after the intermission. We arrived just in time.”

One by one, companies presented their flagship products, hoping to win the favor of investors.

Suddenly, the lights shifted dramatically, the music’s tempo quickened. The host strode onto the stage, voice ringing with excitement:

“Next, we have a very special showcase. Please welcome the beautiful founder herself, personally modeling her company’s latest innovation!”

As the words fell, a masked woman emerged. She wore a gown as light as mist, striding forward with the elegance of a catwalk model. Her hair was swept up, a few loose strands brushing her cheeks. Only her vivid lips were visible beneath the mask, her cold, refined makeup revealing hints of breathtaking beauty that instantly captured every gaze in the room.

The gown—named Lingxi Dress—featured a daring slit. Embedded with crystalline fibers, the sheer fabric refracted multicolored light under the stage glow. She looked like a moon goddess draped in starlight, each step revealing fleeting glimpses of pale, slender legs.

Gasps of admiration rippled through the audience, while the livestream barrage filled with praise:

“Oh my god, stunning! Who is this founder? Sister, you’re killing me!”

“Even with half her face hidden, her beauty is undeniable! And that figure—absolutely flawless!”

“Her waist is a blade, her legs a temptation. I’m drooling into the Yellow River.”

Su Yuening arched a brow. Not only was her figure better than she remembered from years ago, it had even improved.

What had happened in these years?

Her gaze flicked briefly toward Shu Xiyue in the front row, seated with the child, before turning back to Jin Yunxi, her smile deepening with anticipation.

Meanwhile, the host continued:

“This Lingxi Dress is crafted from nanofiber materials, integrated with a pheromone-regulating chip. It automatically synchronizes with the wearer’s pheromones, forming a protective barrier against interference.”

In other words, Alphas or Omegas wearing this dress would no longer be easily forced into rut or heat by higher-level pheromones.

While the host passionately explained, the audience of investors barely listened. Their eyes were locked on the woman in the gown, their eagerness to collaborate rising higher with every step she took.

Jin Yunxi lowered her lashes, closing her eyes briefly in disinterest.

But then—the woman drew nearer to the edge of the stage. A strange, familiar tremor jolted through Jin Yunxi, straightening her spine in an instant.

She watched as the model-like woman turned gracefully, the V-neck of the dress revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbones.

Suddenly, the mask shifted slightly, exposing a tiny crimson beauty mark beneath her left eye.

With a sharp clatter, the celadon prayer beads Jin Yunxi had been idly twirling slipped from her hand and hit the floor. Her body froze, her breath caught, eyes riveted to the woman on stage as though under a spell. She didn’t even notice the fallen beads.

Mo Sisi gaped at her, about to ask what was wrong, but Su Yuening lightly caught her wrist and shook her head, eyes brimming with unspoken meaning.

The host announced, “This is the showcase of Qingyue Corporation,” before launching into a lengthy spiel about the company’s vision and advantages.

Jin Yunxi barely heard a word. Her ears buzzed, her heart pounded violently against her ribs. She stared fixedly at the figure she had tossed and turned over in dreams, her mind blank with shock, disbelief, and the fragile hope that this might be a dream.

A needle-like ache pricked her chest, sharp and relentless. She pressed a hand over her heart, trying to steady its furious rhythm.

She had thought… her heart would never race like this again.

So why—why was it still so hopelessly out of control?

Su Yuening watched her unravel, lips curling faintly. In a low voice, she murmured,

“Yunxi, the Qingyue Corporation you asked me to find… here it is. And she—she came too.”

For Su Yuening, none of this was a surprise.

Qingyue Corporation’s struggles over the years owed partly to Shu Xiyue’s lack of business acumen, and partly to Su Yuening’s quiet interference behind the scenes.

One drunken request from Jin Yunxi had been enough for Su Yuening to make a promise—so she could deliver this “gift” to her.

Mo Sisi glanced between Jin Yunxi’s dazed expression and Su Yuening’s words, and instantly understood. Her heart sank.

Onstage, the woman finished her walk and vanished gracefully into the backstage area.

Jin Yunxi shot to her feet like a spark igniting gunpowder.

“President Jin,” Mo Sisi offered a printed silk scarf considerately, “It’s cold outside—take this with you.”

Jin Yunxi gave a distracted hum, forgetting even to thank her, striding off with hurried steps until she disappeared from sight.

Mo Sisi’s lips twisted bitterly.

That woman—Yan Qingruo. Onstage she had been so aloof and untouchable, her tone dripping with superiority as she introduced her product. Would she once again humiliate Jin Yunxi as mercilessly as before?

It made Mo Sisi ache with indignation.

She wasn’t as worldly or high-born as Yan Qingruo, but she was no less beautiful. More importantly, her heart toward Jin Yunxi was sincere and unwavering.

For years she had dropped hints, tried in both subtle and blatant ways—even seduced her. Yet Jin Yunxi remained unmoved, eventually seeing through her intentions and giving her a harsh warning that forced her to suppress her feelings.

Later, she was branded as Jin Yunxi’s “shield” against unwanted advances. At first, she had been resentful. But over time, the role fed an illusion—that she was Jin Yunxi’s real partner, not just a stand-in.

That contradiction twisted into a secret joy. In her eyes, no one else was qualified to hold such a place by Jin Yunxi’s side. To outsiders—even to the Queen herself—she was seen as Jin Yunxi’s new flame.

And slowly, Mo Sisi began to believe it herself. She was not just a shield—she was Jin Yunxi’s true romance.

Meanwhile, backstage, Yan Qingruo entered the dressing room. She slipped out of the Lingxi Dress, preparing to text Shu Xiyue and ask her to take the child home first. With Jin Yunxi so close to the baby, unease prickled in her chest.

But before she could even unlock her phone, there was a sudden snap—a power short-circuit.

The room plunged into darkness.

Only a single orange solar-powered nightlight remained, its dim glow casting a hazy square of light across the changing room.

Yan Qingruo steadied her breathing, reminding herself that the most important thing was to change her clothes quickly.

When she had stripped down to nothing but her underwear, the door suddenly banged open.

She let out a startled gasp, only for a pair of dry yet gentle hands to quickly cover her mouth—long, slender, deceptively soft, but brimming with strength.

“Long time no see, Miss Yan.” The voice was low and magnetic, like it had risen from the depths of a frozen lake—pleasant to the ear, yet carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

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Jin Yunxi had been fumbling anxiously through the dark. The sudden blackout had startled her, and the corridor outside the changing room was pitch-black. She turned the doorknob purely on instinct, and the moment the door opened, a familiar voice reached her ears.

Without thinking, she pressed her palm against the woman’s lips.

The moment their skin touched, the muffled cry, the parted lips trembling beneath her hand, all vibrated against her palm.

Her hand pressed down harder, as if afraid the woman before her would slip away like a slick fish.

“Yan Qingruo, this isn’t our bedroom. Do you really want the whole building to hear you scream?”

She said it deliberately.

Almost from behind, she wrapped her arms around Yan Qingruo, pulling her into her chest—only then realizing the woman was half-undressed, caught mid-change.

Yan Qingruo’s lips parted in disbelief. “After all these years, President Jin, your mouth has only gotten worse.”

What could she even say in return? What nonsense was this woman spouting?

“I didn’t expect to run into you here.” Yan Qingruo casually flicked her hair back, steadying her rattled heart as if to appear unruffled.

But her distant, indifferent tone stirred a storm behind Jin Yunxi’s otherwise placid eyes.

When Yan Qingruo turned to speak, it struck her that she was practically wearing nothing—little more than a bikini.

She instantly crossed her arms to cover her chest, but there was no hiding more than that.

In the years apart, she hadn’t realized how much more alluring she had become—her body fuller, more striking, curves perfectly outlined by the scant fabric. She was down to her underwear, and from the look in Jin Yunxi’s burning eyes, she realized with a jolt just how exposed she was.

Damn it. She had just taken off the Lingxi gown, and if Jin Yunxi so much as released the faintest trace of pheromones, she would be utterly defenseless.

But the truth was—Jin Yunxi didn’t even need to. Her legs were already going weak.

A heated shadow closed in. In the next instant, Jin Yunxi lifted her off the ground and pinned her against the wall, claiming her lips in a fierce kiss.

When did she get so strong? Yan Qingruo thought dazedly.

The Alpha’s kiss was like a raging storm, merciless and devouring, as if she intended to swallow her lips whole.

“President Jin, y-you need to calm down—” Yan Qingruo barely managed to protest, but the Alpha caught her wrists, pinning them to either side of the door, then spun her around and pressed her flat against it.

Her body moved on instinct, legs tightening around the Alpha’s waist, and shame scorched her cheeks at how easily her body betrayed its old, reckless memories.

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Jin Yunxi’s burning tongue forced its way past Yan Qingruo’s teeth, tangling greedily with hers. Sometimes she bit down hard, sometimes she coaxed with slow, molten kisses, swallowing her breath as if tasting every drop of her. The sound in her throat was a wounded-animal whimper, turning quickly into gasps of fevered desire.

A silk scarf brushed across Yan Qingruo’s neck, sliding slowly down her skin until it rested against the delicate rise of her collarbone.

The scarf smelled faintly of jasmine—sweet, girlish—seeping into the small, stifling space.

Yan Qingruo snapped awake.

Just as Jin Yunxi’s hand reached to unfasten her bra, mouth hungrily trailing down, Yan Qingruo shoved her away and slapped her hard across the face.

A sharp crack split the air.

The pale pink scarf at Jin Yunxi’s throat stung her eyes—how could Yan Qingruo forget? Three years ago, those very headlines about Jin Yunxi and her eighteen-year-old fling had been splashed across every page.

“You really are a dog, Jin Yunxi!” Yan Qingruo spat, lips stinging, her heart aching with a sourness she couldn’t name.

Red welts bloomed across Jin Yunxi’s cheek, but she didn’t raise a hand to cover them. Her expression chilled, her smile even colder. That slap had cleared her drunken haze by half.

“If I’m a dog, then what are you? You seemed more than willing just now, drowning in my kiss.”

Her arm snaked around Yan Qingruo’s waist, pinning her arms. Her free hand slid down, working until slickness coated her fingers. Lifting them to Yan Qingruo’s nose, she growled, “What’s this, then?”

Yan Qingruo’s face flushed scarlet. She jerked her head aside, biting down in humiliation. “Jin Yunxi!”

But Jin Yunxi caught her chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. Her laugh was ice. “If I’m the dog, then what are you—my master? Should I call you that?”

Shameless.

Scoundrel.

Yan Qingruo cursed her inwardly, but outwardly remained cold, turning her back to bend gracefully and pick up the gossamer dress lying on the floor.

The fabric clung to her skin as she drew it up—first over the curve of her hips, then slowly outlining her slender waist, then rising to cover the swell of her chest.

In the dim orange glow, her silhouette was hazy, suggestive.

Jin Yunxi’s gaze burned. One thought crashed through her mind unbidden—Yan Qingruo’s figure was even more breathtaking than before. Why?

Her dark eyes flickered with the memory of Shu Xiyue’s triumphant smile.

“Still not leaving?” Yan Qingruo’s voice was cool, though her ears tingled hot under the weight of Jin Yunxi’s stare as it crawled over every inch of her body.

But hadn’t the worst already been seen?

Jin Yunxi swallowed hard. “You and…” The name stuck in her throat. She lowered her head, voice muffled. “I’m not leaving.”

If I go… you’ll vanish again, disappear somewhere I can’t find you.

Yan Qingruo finished dressing, movements unhurried, her chin tilted, her neck arching like a swan’s. Her voice was mercilessly cold. “If the master no longer wants her little dog, but the dog still clings on—what does that make her?

Pathetic, isn’t it?”

The words, the posture, ignited every ounce of fury in Jin Yunxi’s chest.

Her laugh was sharp, bitter, laced with self-mockery and rage. “And who was it before—so wanton, so eager to see me at my worst, begging for more?”

“You—!”

Before she could finish, Jin Yunxi’s hand closed around her slender waist, yanking her close, fingers tightening as if trying to crush the distance between them.

“Jin Yun—mmph!” The rest of her name was devoured in another bruising kiss.

At the same moment—

Rip! The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the cramped room as the red dress split open, exposing a sweep of pale skin beneath.