After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 46

Jin Yunxi held a stick of cotton candy in her hand, intending to coax the little one into taking off her mask.

But once again, Shu Xiyue became a wall between them, swiftly pulling the child behind her for protection.

Her brows furrowed lightly, her expression wary as she said,

“President Jin, this is my daughter. If others saw what you just did, they’d surely misunderstand.”

Neither Shu Xiyue nor Yan Qingruo noticed that little Xin Ning’s bright eyes were wide open. Tilting her head, clutching at the hem of Shu Xiyue’s pants, she had already slipped quietly around her leg and was now looking up at Jin Yunxi.

Yan Xining’s heart brimmed with joy as she thought secretly:

This big sister is so pretty… prettier than Shu Mommy.

In her hand, she clutched only an empty cotton candy stick, eyes glued to the fluffy pink cloud in Jin Yunxi’s hand, craving it desperately. But since her mother never allowed her to eat sweets, the well-behaved child could only hold back, blinking hard, secretly pursing her lips toward the candy, her round eyes darting between it and Jin Yunxi’s hand.

In her innocent little heart, a natural closeness toward Jin Yunxi began to well up. Even though this “big sister” looked cold and aloof, she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into her arms and play. Yet her two mommies held her firmly in place—keeping her from going near this sister, and especially from touching that tempting cotton candy.

She always called Shu Xiyue Shu Mommy, but in her mind, she had no real concept of the word mommy. She had even mistaken it for kitty. Yan Qingruo had never explained to her that mommy meant another mother.

Only Song Mei took it seriously.

Now, there was another person taking it just as seriously—Jin Yunxi.

Her chest tightened with anger. Same-sex couples can have children now? But this was Country F, where such things were indeed possible.

Her heart plummeted straight down into darkness.

She refused to believe it. Just when she thought she’d lose herself in that abyss, her gaze fell—by chance—on Shu Xiyue’s and Yan Qingruo’s bare ring fingers, and a tiny sliver of light pierced through.

Clutching at it like a lifeline, Jin Yunxi blurted,

“You didn’t even buy Yan Qingruo a ring, and you dare say you’re married?!”

Her voice was ragged, throat raw, her body stretched thin to its breaking point. She stared fixedly at Yan Qingruo, waiting for an explanation.

Yan Qingruo parted her lips. But when she saw the Alpha’s eyes burning with fury, a bitter ache rose within her.

In truth, there was a ring in the inner pocket of her bag. But it was the one Jin Yunxi had custom-made for Yan Qingmei back when they were supposed to marry. After Yan Qingmei ran away, the ring had ended up in her hands.

Her fingers were slimmer than Yan Qingmei’s. The ring sat loose, ill-fitting. Every time she looked at it, she was reminded that she was nothing more than a substitute—that Jin Yunxi’s first love had never been her.

If not for her amnesia, if not for her own self-hypnosis and reckless attempts at seduction that made her blush in hindsight, Jin Yunxi would probably never have spared her a glance—much less noticed her.

So what was Jin Yunxi clinging to now?

Yan Qingruo thought bitterly: it wasn’t love. Jin Yunxi simply couldn’t accept being abandoned, couldn’t accept that her charms had failed to conquer someone.

After all, the one she truly liked had been Yan Qingmei. And now, she was entangled with that female assistant.

Her sudden attention was nothing more than a reaction to Yan Qingruo’s rare SS-rank Omega status, a mix of physiological impulse and pheromonal craving.

That thought lingered, leaving her with nothing but bitterness. Yet on her face, her expression remained calm, unreadable—as if none of this mattered. To Jin Yunxi, that silence was no different from an admission.

At that moment, Shu Xiyue pulled out a small booklet and said,

“President Jin, this is our marriage certificate. Do you believe it now? Genuine and official—you can verify it yourself. We were married here in Country F.”

Jin Yunxi’s eyes widened in disbelief. Who on earth carried a marriage certificate around every day?

“Yan Qingruo,” she said hoarsely, “I just want to ask you one thing. I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Did you know that? And the texts I sent you later… did you ever get them?”

She had scoured the world for Yan Qingruo, short of plastering her photos on missing-person posters and across every website.

There had been countless photos praying for her safety, countless words wishing her peace and happiness. And then those restrained little texts—like Happy Winter Solstice.

After being humiliated by Yan Qingruo at the airport, every time she pressed send, her hands had trembled. It was only because the longing was driving her to the brink of madness. She had known full well she was probably blocked, but she couldn’t stop herself.

She couldn’t believe Yan Qingruo had never seen a single one, that she had been so utterly cruel, turning a blind eye to it all.

Not even the slightest flicker of feeling? Not once?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, President Jin.” Yan Qingruo’s lips curved coldly, her gaze detached and indifferent. “You’ve said your piece, haven’t you? You’ve made your point. My time with the child is precious, just as your time is. So let’s not waste any more of it.”

Jin Yunxi’s fists clenched so tightly her knuckles went white. Rage seared through her, but with the child present, she swallowed it down. Leaning close, she murmured in Yan Qingruo’s ear, low and sharp:

“Yan Qingruo, don’t think you can get rid of me so easily. Not you, not the both of you.”

Fickle. Faithless. The words seared through her mind, each one stabbing at her. She was ready to explode.

“Jin Fan, we’re leaving!” Her voice was ice-cold.

But before she turned away, her gaze locked on Yan Qingruo, every word deliberate:

“Yan Qingruo, remember our promise. Don’t let me find out you’ve been lying to me.”

Promise? Yan Qingruo froze, her mind spinning backward until her face flamed red like a ripe tomato.

That line—Lie to me and I’ll fuck you to death!

It had been a punishment in one of their truth-or-dare games, a line she had drawn before her memories returned.

That didn’t count. It couldn’t.

But Jin Yunxi’s eyes burned with unwavering intensity.

“Next time,” she warned, “I won’t hold back.”

Her lips brushed fleetingly against Yan Qingruo’s earlobe, hot breath searing her skin.

“And next time, I won’t go easy on your legs either.”

Yan Qingruo jerked back as if pricked by a needle, her knees trembling. That all-too-familiar, searing pressure stirred low in her body, lingering like fire.

Shame and anger burned her face as she ground out between her teeth,

“Jin Yunxi… you!”

Those eyes shimmered like rippling water, bright and glistening. Her brows lifted in a slight frown, her gaze carrying three parts tenderness, three parts shyness, and a trace of unknowing reproach as she shot Jin Yunxi a glance.

That look sent a wave of heat through Jin Yunxi’s lower belly. She staggered back, pressing a hand against her wildly thudding heart—an acute sense of defeat surging through her, utterly ensnared by Yan Qingruo.

Even in front of Yan Qingruo’s new beloved, even with all her old fastidiousness, she couldn’t resist this woman. In broad daylight, she could still be driven to desire.

She was hopeless.

The black stretch Lincoln roared off into the distance.

Back inside the car, Jin Yunxi pressed her fingers to her temple. “Water,” she said to her assistant.

Jin Fan quickly offered a large bottle of iced water, considerate as always.

Jin Yunxi: …

She took a long gulp, but her eyes still strayed back—toward the baby nestled in someone’s arms, and toward the cold, expressionless woman holding the child.

In the rearview mirror, the three of them stood together like a picture-perfect family, warm and harmonious.

It was as if all the strength drained from Jin Yunxi’s body. Her shoulders curled inward; she buried her face in her hands. The anger, the unwillingness, the shame of losing control in broad daylight—everything slowly dissolved into a suffocating sorrow.

Images flashed in her mind: Yan Qingruo marrying Shu Xiyue, the two of them together on that yacht, even having a child.

She had once longed for such happiness with Yan Qingruo. But now, Yan Qingruo had chosen someone else.

And yet, when they were together, she could feel that Yan Qingruo was moved too. Was that all just her own illusion? Her wishful thinking?

Just then, a hand lightly patted her shoulder. Startled, Jin Yunxi flinched, instinctively thinking it was Mo Sisi. She pulled away and frowned, ready to lash out—only to see Su Yuening.

“Yunxi, I’ve already given the orders.” Su Yuening’s eyes, usually warm with a smile, now gleamed with icy sharpness, as ruthless as a blade’s edge.

“From today onward, Qingyue Corp will not receive a single cent of investment.”

If Yan Qingruo had dragged Jin Yunxi into the darkness, then she would drag Yan Qingruo into darkness as well.

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At the Yan residence, the baby was taken to the playroom by Song Mei. Standing at the door, Song Mei warmly pulled Shu Xiyue aside. “There’s no way work keeps you this busy, that you can’t even come home. Stay the night.”

Shu Xiyue’s gaze flickered; she looked around nervously, feigning distraction. Inside, she was already expectant—just waiting for Yan Qingruo to agree.

She smiled sweetly and asked, “Why don’t I help Auntie cook? We can stay for lunch too, how about that?”

“Perfect, perfect!” Song Mei beamed, rubbing her hands together before walking off, not even waiting for Yan Qingruo’s reply.

Yan Qingruo: …

When only the two of them remained, Yan Qingruo’s expression returned to its usual cool indifference. She was far from pleased with Shu Xiyue’s decision to put the baby on stage.

“Shu Xiyue, why did Yan Xining go on stage today? She’s still too young.”

Shu Xiyue forced a smile, coaxing softly. “I just wanted to give you a little surprise.”

“That wasn’t a surprise. That was a shock. Don’t ever do it again.” Yan Qingruo cut her off without mercy, her tone firm. Shu Xiyue nodded frantically, promising not to repeat it.

After lunch, Shu Xiyue showed no sign of leaving, clinging to Song Mei’s earlier words.

Song Mei even urged the two to share a room that night.

For years, she had doubted the state of their marriage. Bringing out the patent of Lingxi Dress was not only to preserve her parents’ legacy, but also to push Shu Xiyue to cherish her daughter, to live in harmony. She hadn’t expected the relationship to be this strained.

So she suggested Shu Xiyue stay.

But Yan Qingruo wasn’t willing.

Even so, Shu Xiyue lingered stubbornly in her room, insisting on helping tidy up.

Yan Qingruo refused.

In their tug-of-war, something slipped from Yan Qingruo’s bag.

Shu Xiyue’s expression froze.

It was a crumpled pair of lacy underwear, thick with the heady scent of an Alpha’s pheromones. As an Omega, Shu Xiyue recognized it instantly.

And not only pheromones—her face flushed green, eyes bloodshot. What did Yan Qingruo take her for?

Their marriage was only for the child’s sake. They had never even shared a bed.

To keep Song Mei from suspecting, she humbled herself endlessly, flattering her like a dutiful daughter-in-law.

She had given up her medical career, invested half her savings to start a tech company, carried on song Mei’s family legacy—all so she could stay by Yan Qingruo’s side, even stand against Jin Yunxi.

And what was she in the end? She broke her back arranging shows for her, while backstage, Yan Qingruo and Jin Yunxi were already setting each other on fire?

She claimed to hate that Alpha, claimed she didn’t care, that she had forgotten her—wouldn’t even let Shu Xiyue mention Jin Yunxi’s name!

“Yan Qingruo… tell me, whose scent is this?”

Shu Xiyue had always prided herself on her patience, her brilliance, her reputation as a top-tier doctor. She had adored Yan Qingruo since university. But she wasn’t a fool, nor a pushover, nor anyone’s stand-in.

She had waited for years, stayed by her side—and for what? She hadn’t even kissed her once.

Yet Yan Qingruo had slept with Jin Yunxi again and again. She had even borne her child. But Shu Xiyue wasn’t worthy of being called “Mommy”?

The added surname made her feel like nothing more than the child’s stepmother.

Her emotions boiled over. She yanked at Yan Qingruo’s collar, ripping her clothes open to reveal a chest covered in raw, glaring marks.

Shu Xiyue’s fingers trembled, her eyes red. She had thought her devotion these years would make Yan Qingruo see her worth.

But the moment she saw Jin Yunxi again, she fell right back into bed with her. And in front of everyone, they pretended to be strangers, feigning indifference.

Ha. Hatred on the surface, passion in secret. Amusing, isn’t it? Was it fun, making a fool of her?

“Do you hate Jin Yunxi?”

Shu Xiyue didn’t even want to hear a denial. She laughed through her tears. “Fine, let’s say you do. But that Alpha—was she so good at pleasing you that you couldn’t resist?”

The words were harsh, cutting. But with the Alpha’s pheromones clinging to the fabric, mingled with the unmistakable traces of their intimacy, Shu Xiyue had long since lost all control.

“You swore you’d never see her again. You promised your mother you’d cut her out of your life. And yet what happened? You’d barely stepped off the runway before running backstage to spread your legs for her? Don’t want to admit it was sex? Then what—was it hate you were doing?”

Shu Xiyue jabbed a finger at her, voice rising to a shout. “If I tell your mother right now that our marriage is a sham, that your child belongs to Jin Yunxi, that right after the Lingxi show you wore her patented design while sleeping with her—do you think she’ll lose her mind all over again? Hah! What a disgrace, to raise such an ungrateful, debased, shameless daughter!”