After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 45

Jin Yunxi pushed Yan Qingruo up against the mirror, standing behind her as she wrapped her tightly in her arms. Her hands bound Yan Qingruo’s wrists, fingers interlocked at her waist, locking her in place.

The two of them were pressed flush together, bodies aligned seamlessly, curves fitting like mortise and tenon.

The Alpha’s hot breath brushed over Yan Qingruo’s neck, sending tingles through her skin.

Her restless hands wandered upward, toying with the delicate ridge of her collarbones. Strong fingertips slid across smooth skin—yet it wasn’t enough.

Then, Jin Yunxi blew a teasing breath directly over the nape of Yan Qingruo’s neck, where her gland rested.

Yan Qingruo shivered, tilting her head back in instinctive retreat, but in doing so pressed herself even closer against Jin Yunxi’s body—falling right into her trap.

“Jin Yunxi, let me go!”

“I won’t.”

“What are you trying to do?”

Jin Yunxi said nothing. Inside, a salty, suffocating tide rose. Even while holding Yan Qingruo in her arms, she felt as though the woman was still unbearably far away.

Did she miss her? No—she hated her.

Hated her so much she wanted to swallow her whole, to punish her until it wasn’t enough.

That thought hardened into action.

Her hands slid higher, cupping the swell of Yan Qingruo’s chest, pressing down firmly.

The night-blooming jasmine of her natural scent mingled with narcissus, and beneath her palms, a faint trace of rich milk-sweetness.

Her fingers caught at two reddened tips—once like soft round cherries, but now fuller, more sensitive, different from before.

“You…” Jin Yunxi swallowed hard, head dizzy, voice hoarse and low. “You smell… so sweet.”

Yan Qingruo’s body was even more enticing than before.

She held her, pressed her, grasped her, one hand barely able to contain the fullness.

Yan Qingruo bit her lip to suppress a cry, brows furrowed in shame and anger. Her voice carried a sharp edge of impatience.

“If you’re going to do it, then do it. Since when did President Jin waste so much time with fake, hypocritical words?”

In the days apart, she had dreamt more than once of being trapped behind by Jin Yunxi, tormented in shameful, fevered dreams. But she had never imagined it would happen here, in reality—so forced, so laced with humiliation.

Jin Yunxi’s voice faltered. “…Is that truly how you see me?”

Yan Qingruo sneered. “Why else would you corner me like this, if not to have me?”

Her lips, once used to whisper teasing endearments, now carried only venom. Beautiful as ever, yet dipped in poison—each mocking word cut deeper.

The Alpha’s temper snapped. Rage surged hot in her chest. She spun Yan Qingruo around, hand seizing her throat.

“Yan Qingruo, are you deliberately trying to provoke me?”

“You think this will make me let you go?”

Her defiance only stoked the fire. Jin Yunxi bent her head, pressing her lips to Yan Qingruo’s throat, grazing the sensitive artery before shifting to her gland.

She had wanted to mark her deeply, to brand her forever, so she would never again think of another Alpha.

But when she scented no trace of anyone else upon her, her heart softened, and she relented.

“What are you going to do, Jin Yunxi?” Panic flashed in Yan Qingruo’s eyes, though she quickly steadied herself. Her fingers clutched at Jin Yunxi’s lapel as the scant fabric on her body was stripped away piece by piece. The Alpha forced her knees apart with her own.

Pinned from behind, Yan Qingruo felt her Alpha’s breath grow ragged, felt the sudden change in her body. Within seconds—faster than before—she was already hard.

Yan Qingruo’s breath hitched. That familiar torment, the source of unforgettable pleasure, pressed against her again. Testing its size, she realized with a tremor that it was more than she could take.

Her body shivered involuntarily. Jin Yunxi’s iron grip clamped tight around her waist. In the cramped space, there was nowhere to escape.

Fingers traced over her skin, leaving marks in their wake. The Alpha’s body rubbed between her thighs, sending jolts of heat through her.

Soon, aching emptiness throbbed inside her, but the one person who could ease it refused to grant her relief. Instead, Jin Yunxi gripped her waist, deliberately teasing, driving her to the edge. Wetness pooled between them.

Yan Qingruo’s eyes reddened at the corners, throat caught in one hand, waist pinched in the other. Her body begged, yet the place that needed her most was left untouched—tormented by shallow friction, cruelly denied.

Moisture trickled from her core, spilling onto Jin Yunxi’s skin. The Alpha shuddered at the sudden heat.

“Ah Yun, don’t… don’t torment me like this…” Her voice was a mere whisper, trembling under the Alpha’s relentless touch. Her body grew more sensitive with every second.

Jin Yunxi pinched her chin, forcing her to look into the mirror. Their eyes met in the reflection—their entwined forms undeniable. Her tone was cold, but her gaze burned with desire.

“Yan Qingruo, then I’ll take this as you begging me.”

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Meanwhile, outside—

“Where did Ah Yun go? Why is she taking so long?” Mo Sisi muttered. In front of Jin Yunxi’s friends, she always liked to secretly use that intimate nickname.

Su Yuening glanced toward the backstage area, a faint smile on her lips. “She had something to take care of. She should be back soon.”

Mo Sisi privately thought this Miss Su, always smiling, was even harder to read than Jin Yunxi herself.

It was as if everything lay under Su Yuening’s quiet control. Even during Jin Yunxi’s lowest days, the Jin Corporation had continued to run at full force, growing wild and fast.

There was something about Su Yuening—an ability that inspired trust.

With Jin Yunxi absent, Mo Sisi naturally shifted closer to the only person she knew here.

Her youthful scent carried a trace of night-blooming jasmine. Leaning closer, she whispered softly, “President Su, are you a Beta too? I am as well.”

She went on with bright-eyed flattery, words of praise tumbling out sincerely.

Su Yuening caught the deliberate fragrance in the air, her gaze sharpening as it fell on Mo Sisi. “Am I that impressive? Then why don’t you come work under me, Miss Mo. I promise, within a few short months, you’ll be promoted to supervisor.”

Mo Sisi: … She had heard the rumors that Su Yuening’s employees worked themselves into the ground, 996 engraved into their very souls.

She forced a laugh, quickly changing the subject. “President Su, why don’t we move a few rows forward, while we wait for Ah Yun?”

They switched seats, edging closer to Shu Xiyue’s position. Su Yuening arched a brow but agreed.

Soon after, her attention was drawn to Jin Yunxi’s arrival. Her chest tightened. Would events unfold as she expected?

“What’s with those looks?” Jin Yunxi asked as she sat down, catching both pairs of eyes on her.

Her collar was slightly disheveled—subtle, but noticeable up close.

Beneath her mask, her lips were flushed and a little swollen. The mask covered the faint blush staining her cheeks.

Feigning ignorance, Su Yuening smiled faintly. “What kept you? You were gone for quite a while.”

Mo Sisi’s sharp nose twitched. She caught it instantly—the distinct scent of another woman clinging to Jin Yunxi’s body.

There was no mistaking it.

Jin Yunxi carried the scent of someone else.

She pretended to pour her a drink, but her fingers brushed against the Alpha’s mask, accidentally tugging it aside.

For just an instant, the five-fingered red mark on her face was revealed. Su Yuening’s eyes sharpened immediately.

In a flash, she pushed past Mo Sisi and demanded coldly, “Who did this?”

Jin Yunxi remained silent, caught off guard by Su Yuening’s sudden outburst. At length, she said calmly, “I did.”

She had done Yan Qingruo.

The tips of her ears burned belatedly, as if she’d been possessed, remembering what had just happened before the mirror in the dressing room—things unspeakable.

Things she had done countless times in her dreams, in endless nights of entanglement.

But in the dressing room, it was their very first time.

…And after that woman had been thoroughly pleasured, she slipped back into her dress and, with a cold arch of her brow, slapped her across the face.

Left and right, two symmetrical red handprints. Jin Yunxi clenched her back molars, her swollen cheek burning with pain.

Yan Qingruo—she really didn’t hold back.

At first, Jin Yunxi had gone in with the intent of humiliating her. Yet in the end, her resolve softened. She had pressed close, indulging herself, but hadn’t gone all the way.

Her hunger for Yan Qingruo’s pheromones was nearly unbearable. In the depths of many dark nights, she had bitten into her own canines and sworn that the next time they met, she would mark Yan Qingruo for real.

And yet this time, she hadn’t even bitten—she had left her neck untouched.

She couldn’t bring herself to.

Jin Yunxi steadied her racing thoughts. Years of repressed desire had poured out like water from an upturned glass—yet before it was even a third emptied, it had been cut short with a slap.

Yan Qingruo… she really could endure. Or perhaps, her ability to endure had only grown sharper.

Jin Yunxi’s gaze was dark, rimmed with frost, shifting between shadow and light.

Mo Sisi, pretending to adjust the patterned silk scarf around her, said softly, “President Jin, this part’s a little messy.”

There was a smear of lipstick on the fabric.

Mo Sisi’s expression was grave, though she feigned nonchalance. Her fingers brushed lightly over the stain, quietly wiping it away.

Unbeknownst to her, the true owner of that lipstick had seen everything.

Back on the runway, Yan Qingruo had already noticed Jin Yunxi seated with that young girl. She hadn’t shown a flicker of expression, but once in the dressing room, her suspicions were confirmed—the two were far from ordinary acquaintances.

Thinking of what had happened in the dressing room, fury welled up in her chest.

The gauzy dress she’d originally worn was already ruined, torn beyond repair. Even the tender inside of her thighs ached faintly.

Bastard.

Her dress still carried traces of their mingled pheromones—along with her damp, ruined stockings and thong. Yan Qingruo had intended to throw them into the trash, but at the last second, she slipped them into her bag instead.

Better that than tossing them into a bin.

She changed quickly, no time for a shower, wiping herself down with a wet tissue in haste.

And yet, when she stepped back onto the stage, she shone. No one could guess how disheveled she had been just moments before. Wrapped in fresh, sheer stockings, her long legs were radiant—even as the insides of her thighs still bore a flush of pink.

But Jin Yunxi knew. She caught the subtle tremor in Yan Qingruo’s steps as she returned to the runway—her stubbornly lifted chin, her proud, dazzling poise. Every detail seared into Jin Yunxi’s eyes.

Her gaze carried both guilt and unconcealed admiration, though she herself was oblivious to it. To Mo Sisi, however, that lingering warmth was glaring.
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While Yan Qingruo was still in the dressing room changing and cleaning herself, the stage outside welcomed a special little guest—Yan Xining.

The child, in a delicate dress and a small white cat mask, skipped onto the runway like a fairytale princess dropped into reality. Her lively energy instantly drew every eye.

Jin Yunxi’s gaze was no exception—captured by the little one’s charm, a strange sense of intimacy rising within her.

When the host spoke with her, the girl’s witty, innocent answers made Jin Yunxi’s lips curve upward, revealing a rare smile.

And that mask—identical in style to one she’d seen before—softened something in her chest. Wasn’t this a miniature Yan Qingruo standing before her?

Finally, the host chuckled and asked, “So where should everyone go to buy such amazing tech products?”

The little one piped up crisply, “Where’s the best in tech? Qingyue Corp’s the best!”

Then she wiggled her waist playfully, cupped her chin with both hands, and winked at the audience.

The crowd burst into laughter and applause at her adorable antics.

Even Jin Yunxi clapped, amusement lighting her face. Whose child is this? So cute, so clever. She didn’t even like children, and yet this one had her laughing.

But in the next instant, realization struck. Qingyue Corp? Wasn’t that Yan Qingruo and Shu Xiyue’s company?

Yan Qingruo, just finishing her walk and returning to her seat, was unaware her daughter had already advertised their company to the audience.

When she glanced toward the stage and saw Yan Xining there, her brows knit tightly. And when she noticed how close her daughter was sitting to Jin Yunxi—panic stirred in her chest.

The second showcase was about to begin, with new products to unveil. Shu Xiyue smiled at her from below, while her daughter clapped enthusiastically at her side.

Yan Qingruo’s unease grew. Her daughter was far too close to Jin Yunxi.

The child’s bright eyes—so much like her mother’s phoenix gaze—were still round and innocent, like two black grapes.

She even made a heart sign, blew her a kiss, and mouthed: Mommy, you’re so pretty!

Yan Qingruo couldn’t resist winking back, discreetly returning a heart.

The audience erupted in excitement, curious which lucky soul this great beauty was sending her love to.

“I want to walk with Mommy too,” the little one tugged on Shu Xiyue’s arm, acting spoiled.

Her carved-jade features, her soft milky voice—it melted hearts instantly.

Naturally, Shu Xiyue indulged her with a smile. “In a moment, you can.”

She had even practiced the catwalk at home with her, intending to surprise Yan Qingruo by letting her daughter appear.

But instead, it had complicated things.

As Yan Qingruo strutted the runway, that small, familiar figure suddenly appeared before her.

Yan Xining, dressed in her little princess gown, had joined her—hoping for a mother-daughter walk.

Yan Qingruo’s heart lurched. Too late to stop her.

From the audience, Jin Yunxi’s gaze locked onto mother and daughter like a nail driven into wood.

The little girl’s cat mask, with its soft curled fur and perked ears, bobbed with each of her lively steps.

Beneath it, her gem-like eyes sparkled, and her tiny pink hands waved to the crowd. She was utterly, impossibly adorable.

Yan Qingruo changed into a new Lingxi dress, her graceful curves accentuated by the soft fabric. The hem of her skirt swayed lightly with each step, outlining elegance. Behind the mask, her peach-blossom eyes glimmered with charm, every movement radiating the allure of a mature woman—so beautiful it stole the breath away.

As the music began, mother and daughter moved in perfect sync, stepping lightly forward together. Little Xining did her best to imitate her mother’s poise, swaying her tiny waist with practiced effort, mimicking her every move.

At the point of their turn, Yan Qingruo shifted slightly, her gaze soft as she looked toward her daughter. Little Xining immediately caught the signal and turned at the same time as her mother.

One tall and radiant, the other lively and adorable.

“Wow, amazing!”

The audience rose to their feet, applauding in unison.

At last, someone suggested they remove their masks. Yan Qingruo hesitated, reluctant.

Jin Yunxi felt her heart soften and motioned to the organizers not to press the matter. But the next moment, she herself became the one who most wanted the masks removed—

For Shu Xiyue had stepped onto the stage, her posture unmistakably protective, as if shielding her own family.

The instant Xining saw her, she stretched out her arms and called sweetly, “Shu Mommy!”

Jin Yunxi’s gaze darkened. Mommy? Since when did Shu Xiyue have a daughter?

“Mommy! Did I dance well just now?” Yan Xining tilted her little face up at Yan Qingruo, asking excitedly. Standing between Shu Xiyue and Yan Qingruo, she looked exactly like their child.

Yan Qingruo wanted to cover her daughter’s mouth, but it was too late.

The host beamed. “So it’s the little princess of Qingyue Corporation! Ah, what a sweet family of three.”

He then looked enviously at Shu Xiyue. “President Shu, your daughter is so adorable.”

Smiling, Shu Xiyue took the child’s hand and glanced tenderly at Yan Qingruo—an unspoken admission.

In Jin Yunxi’s eyes, it was a tableau of a baby holding hands with two mothers.

Her chest tightened with a sharp ache.

The host raised the microphone again. “How old is the baby?”

Yan Qingruo calmly took it. “She’s still little, hasn’t learned to talk much yet.”

Shu Xiyue quickly stepped in, slipping an arm around Yan Qingruo’s waist. “Yes, my wife is still teaching her to read.”

The barrage of live comments exploded across the screen:

“What a perfect match!”

“Their baby is so cute!”

“Ahhh I want to see her face—she must look just like her moms!”

Beside the big screen, Jin Yunxi’s eyes narrowed dangerously, her gaze chilling.

Mo Sisi glanced at her with worry—Jin Yunxi’s fingers were digging so hard into the leather chair that the fine upholstery was nearly torn, her knuckles stark white.

Behind the mask, Su Yuening’s eyes darkened with a mix of emotions. She lowered her voice: “Yunxi, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for…”

Even she hadn’t expected Yan Qingruo and Shu Xiyue to be married—let alone to have a child.

She had originally planned to create trouble for Qingyue Corporation, forcing them to pin their hopes on this “Technology Innovation Gala” to attract new investors. Then, once Jin Yunxi swooped in as a major investor, they could seize control. But now… looking at Yunxi’s grim expression, Su Yuening’s heart twisted uncomfortably.

In that instant, she no longer wanted Qingyue to have this chance. The red mark on Yunxi’s face felt like a slap across her own.

She remembered the past—when she was bullied, it was always Yunxi, the noble eldest daughter of the Jin family, who stood up for her without hesitation. From that moment, she had sworn to be loyal to her for life, never letting anyone hurt her again.

Now, the eyes that usually curved with smiles narrowed into something steely.

“Yuening, I don’t want to invest in this company anymore,” Jin Yunxi said, her voice low, heavy with defeat.

“Alright,” Su Yuening answered without hesitation.

“Yuening, what I want to do… is more than just that.” Her tone carried a finality that left no room for doubt.

“Tell me.”

Whatever Yunxi wanted, she would help her achieve—even if it meant destroying Qingyue Corporation.

Meanwhile, Yan Qingruo and Shu Xiyue, holding the child, were about to leave when a line of vehicles blocked their path.

Inside a long Lincoln, Jin Yunxi reclined against the seat, her posture relaxed yet radiating an undeniable authority.

She rolled down the window slowly, fixing her gaze on Yan Qingruo. Her lips parted, voice cold and commanding: “Get in.”

Shu Xiyue instinctively tightened her grip on the child’s hand, frowning. “President Jin, what are you doing?”

Jin Yunxi didn’t even spare her a glance. “Shu Xiyue, leave. Now. Without her.”

Her eyes lingered on the child’s mask, then flicked a signal to Jin Fan.

Catching on immediately, Jin Fan presented a giant puff of cotton candy, as soft and fluffy as a cloud.

Xining’s eyes lit up. Clapping her little hands, she pouted cutely. “Baby loves cotton candy the most!”

The icy sharpness in Jin Yunxi’s gaze melted instantly. “What a sweetheart. I loved cotton candy most when I was little too.”

Then, with meaning, she added as she looked at Yan Qingruo, “And I still do, even grown up.”

But when she saw Yan Qingruo leaning shoulder-to-shoulder with Shu Xiyue—so close their chests nearly touched—her smile twisted into a mocking smirk. “In fact, I just had some. More than once. Delicious.”

“Technology Innovation Gala, what flavor cotton candy did you eat?” the little one asked curiously.

Before Jin Yunxi could say milk flavor, Yan Qingruo rushed forward and clapped a hand over her mouth, cursing silently—Bastard!

“Jin Yunxi, can you shut up in front of the child?” Her voice dripped with frost, clenched teeth betraying fury. You bastard! The spot you teased still aches!

A wave of shame crashed over her. In front of the baby, Jin Yunxi’s words felt almost like… flirtation.

She quickly took the cotton candy from the child’s hand and coaxed, “Mommy will buy you some when we get home, alright?”

But the next second, her face froze.

Xining snatched back the cotton candy and devoured it in a few bites, then licked her lips with longing, her innocent gaze fixed expectantly on Jin Yunxi—clearly wanting more.

Yan Qingruo: …

Who did she inherit this gluttony from?!

Jin Yunxi chuckled, lifting her chin. At once, Jin Fan handed her another cotton candy, this one pink.

She stepped gracefully out of the car, crouched down with elegance, and offered it to the child.

The baby’s eyes sparkled as she piped sweetly, “Thank you, Big Sis!”

Big Sis?

Jin Yunxi froze for the briefest moment.

Swallowing down the strange sting of loss, she forced her smile to remain, took back the cotton candy, and locked her gaze on the child’s masked eyes.

Her voice softened, almost coaxing: “Such a good baby. Take off the mask and let me see you, alright?”