After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 49

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, President Jin.”

Yan Qingruo averted her eyes, refusing to meet Jin Yunxi’s unwavering gaze.

But Jin Yunxi ignored her denial and continued, “Yan Qingmei told me she met me here. At that time, I was blind and alone. Because of her comfort, I thought I developed feelings for her.”

Yan Qingruo lowered her gaze, a wave of sourness brushing through her chest like a breeze with nowhere to settle.

“Yan Qingruo, a fondness isn’t the same as liking, and it’s certainly not love. I don’t love Yan Qingmei. Do you believe me?”

Her eyes flickered slightly.

Jin Yunxi gave a bitter smile. “While you were gone, Yan Qingmei returned to the country once. She said she had something important to tell me.”

“Did you meet her?” Yan Qingruo’s heart skipped.

“No.”

Back then, she had thought—if she really went to see Yan Qingmei, would Yan Qingruo be upset?

Looking back now, she felt utterly self-deluded. Even after regaining her memories, Yan Qingruo was more indifferent than she’d been during their sham marriage.

This woman probably never cared at all.

And yet, for one fleeting moment, she had wished Yan Qingruo might feel jealous. Just a trace would have been enough to make her heart leap.

She had inflated that small, fragile hope into something vast, confessing words she never intended anyone to hear.

“Later, I couldn’t shake the thought—if the person I first met by the river had been you, how wonderful it would’ve been. Even in my dreams, the face I saw was no longer Yan Qingmei’s… it was yours.”

The setting sun spilled across Jin Yunxi’s face, casting her Alpha’s confession in a glow that was both tender and dangerous.

Yan Qingruo’s heart trembled. She wanted to explain, to tell her what had really happened, but the truth was a tangled knot too heavy to bear.

What lay between them was more than just the feud her mother, Song Mei, spoke of.

The one I love lies beyond mountains and seas—and mountains and seas cannot be crossed.

“Yan Qingruo,” Jin Yunxi murmured, “wasn’t that person really you?”

“No, President Jin. You’re overthinking it.”

Dizziness swept over Jin Yunxi. She lowered her head, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. She compromised, her voice soft: “Fine. I’ll believe you for now. But tell me—when you married Shu Xiyue, was that truly your choice?”

If Yan Qingruo had given her even the smallest excuse, even one word of hidden suffering, she would have let go of everything.

Yan Qingruo bit her lip, evading the question. “You’ve seen the marriage certificate yourself, haven’t you?”

Jin Yunxi pressed on. “But in the office, you said you didn’t come to me for Shu Xiyue. Which means… you don’t love her. Then why marry her?”

It was a thorn lodged deep in her heart. Her pride, her refusal to settle—all of it crumbled when it came to Yan Qingruo.

If the two of them had really married, wouldn’t that make her, Jin Yunxi, the intruder—the third party?

Seeing Yan Qingruo silent, tangled up in her ties with Shu Xiyue, Jin Yunxi’s temper snapped. She dragged her into the car.

The setting sun poured through the windows, painting them in gold. Sitting in the passenger seat, Yan Qingruo could feel the Alpha’s frustration, her stifled pain.

With a soft sigh, she said, “Since you won’t help me, and you refuse to persuade those investors to back Lingxi’s patent, I won’t beg you anymore.”

She reached for the door.

“I’ll help you.”

Jin Yunxi yanked her back. The sudden motion pulled Yan Qingruo against her chest—almost an embrace, almost too much.

“Look at me, Yan Qingruo. I’ll help you.”

Yan Qingruo raised her eyes, and in those phoenix-shaped eyes she saw pain, restraint, and a depth of feeling that shook her.

The sharp ache pierced her chest again, relentless.

Jin Yunxi tilted her chin, gaze softening. “Qingyue Corp will be fine—if you agree to two conditions.”

“Say it.”

Her eyes flickered, avoiding direct contact.

The Alpha’s heartbeat stumbled. At such a close distance, her gaze fell on those soft, pink lips. She swallowed hard.

“First, divorce Shu Xiyue.”

“Fine.”

Surprise flashed in Jin Yunxi’s eyes—she hadn’t expected her to agree so quickly. Ecstasy rose in her chest. She almost blurted the second condition: reconcile with me.

But Yan Qingruo cut her off, as though reading her mind. “But I won’t remarry you.”

The light dimmed from Jin Yunxi’s eyes in an instant.

“Why not? Can’t you at least think about it?”

Her fingers tightened on Yan Qingruo’s chin. It should’ve been Yan Qingruo begging her, yet here she was, reduced to pleading.

Yan Qingruo turned her head, breaking her hold. “President Jin, I—”

There it was again—President Jin. That cold distance.

Ice hardened in Jin Yunxi’s gaze. Pain twisted through her gut. She seized Yan Qingruo’s face in both hands, crushing her lips in a storm of desperate kisses.

“Mm—” Yan Qingruo tried to push her away, but the Alpha pried her lips open, tongue tangling with hers.

Her pupils shrank. Heat surged through her body. The wet kiss dragged on, strings of silver clinging to their mouths.

Breaths and kisses mingled, the sound echoing through the enclosed car.

Her muffled whimpers blurred into soft moans.

“Yan Qingruo, you smell so good.” The Alpha pressed her forehead to hers, gasping. “Do all Omegas smell this sweet?”

“Have you smelled others before? That girl—Mo Sisi—her jasmine-scented pheromones?” Jealousy, sharp and sour, spilled from Yan Qingruo’s lips.

Jin Yunxi brushed her swollen lips with a finger, a rare smile curling in her eyes. “Are you jealous, Yan Qingruo?”

“I am not!” she snapped, but before she could finish, Jin Yunxi pinned her wrists and leaned closer. “Sit on my lap. Closer. Let me kiss you again—properly this time.”

A shiver ran through Yan Qingruo. Could she really refuse?

The kiss ignited again, fierce and endless, as if they were making up for years of restraint, replaying the countless kisses that haunted their dreams.

“You—Jin Yunxi—why so fast again…” Yan Qingruo gasped, straddling her lap when something hard pressed against her thigh.

There was a sharp snap of a belt unfastening, a zipper sliding down, rustling fabric, heat flooding the car.

“I’ve thought of my second condition,” Jin Yunxi whispered, lips brushing her ear. “If you won’t remarry me, then promise me something else.”

“What condition?”

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Their murmured words blurred into an indistinct hum, the kind only lovers shared.

Through Shu Xiyue’s eavesdropping device, it was nothing but teasing voices and half-suppressed moans. Her face went pale as she gripped her camera with trembling hands.

Jin Yunxi seemed to sense her stare. Through the rear window, she shot Shu Xiyue a look—deliberate, taunting. Then she wrapped her arm around Yan Qingruo’s waist, pulling her into her lap and kissing her again.

Her tongue claimed every corner of Yan Qingruo’s mouth. Her lips trailed lower, down her throat, lingering at her collarbone before tugging at the hem of her dress.

The window curtains snapped shut. With a press of a button, the seats reclined flat.

Inside, the heat blazed unchecked, hidden from the world.

Shu Xiyue pressed her ear to the receiver, but all she heard was static. Her pale face darkened further.

Through blurred vision, she swore she saw the limousine rocking under the sunset.

Her breath caught. Even if she’d suspected this would happen, watching it unfold with her own eyes—watching Jin Yunxi with the woman she herself had pushed toward her—sent a tidal wave of shame, anger, and despair crashing over her.

Self-disgust, heartbreak, helplessness. Her spine bent, her pride ripped away. She slumped over the steering wheel, fists pounding in fury.

As twilight deepened, the sound of an Omega’s hoarse sobbing leaked faintly from the car.

Shu Xiyue’s trembling fingers dialed a familiar number—saved under “Wife.” A beautiful, fragile dream she’d clung to, false yet private.

Stop. Please stop. She screamed silently inside.

But the car rocked on. The phone rang and rang.

“Answer it,” Jin Yunxi murmured hoarsely.

Her lips were stained with Yan Qingruo’s lipstick, still glistening from their kisses. Calmly, she took a tissue and wiped her mouth.

Shu Xiyue asked where Yan Qingruo was, said she would come pick her up.

But during the call, Jin Yunxi still refused to let go—kissing Yan Qingruo again and again, lips trailing beyond her mouth.

Sitting on Jin Yunxi’s lap, curled against her chest, Yan Qingruo tried to keep her voice steady. But the Alpha’s hands were already slipping under her straps, unclasping the so-called “anti-wolf bra.”

It turned out even that couldn’t protect her from this cunning Alpha.

With just one glance, Jin Yunxi knew exactly how to undo it. Even while Yan Qingruo was answering the phone, she buried her face against her chest, biting and sucking with mischief, anger, and a hint of spite.

“What’s that sound on your end?” Shu Xiyue’s voice cut through, her expression darkening as she caught the woman’s muffled moans and restrained gasps.

Jin Yunxi’s movements stilled, her ears twitching slightly.

“Shu Xiyue, you’re asking the obvious,” Yan Qingruo sneered coldly.

Shu Xiyue’s face instantly drained of color.

She remained seated in the car not far away, before finally stepping out, arms crossed as she stood waiting for them to finish.

Yan Qingruo had promised she would let her pick her up.

Through the haze, Shu Xiyue saw Yan Qingruo emerge from the car, her steps unsteady, one hand lightly bracing her waist. Jin Yunxi, ever attentive, slipped a coat over her shoulders, wrapped a silk scarf around her neck to hide the marks, and supported her by the waist and hips as she steadied her.

Shu Xiyue’s eyes stung with pain.

Jin Yunxi said casually, “Yan Qingruo, your bra is still in my car.”

Yan Qingruo’s cheeks flushed. Her mind replayed the moment—when Jin Yunxi had unfastened it, leaving the bra hanging loosely off her shoulders, never fully removing it.

Jin Yunxi liked secret provocations, teasing her through the half-slipped bra, grasping her through the fabric.

A shameless tease.

Jin Yunxi herself seemed amused by the memory. That so-called “anti-wolf” bra, like layers of white blossoms, had finally slipped from Yan Qingruo’s shoulders in the instant she clung to her, breathless, burying her face against her chest.

It fell onto the passenger seat, then slid into the narrow gap between cushions.

Soft, shaky breaths lingered in her ears.

Jin Yunxi’s lips curved faintly, “Don’t worry, your bra isn’t lost. I’ll wash it and return it to you.”

Yan Qingruo flushed deeper—Shu Xiyue was standing right there.

“Just throw it away,” she muttered.

“This was a custom order from you,” Jin Yunxi replied calmly. “It’d be a shame to waste it.”

The way she said “custom order” made it sound like it was lingerie bought for play.

Shu Xiyue couldn’t take it anymore. Watching them flirt openly in front of her, she snapped coldly, “If Qingruo needs lingerie, I’ll buy it for her.”

This time, it was Jin Yunxi who frowned. Annoying Shu Xiyue.

Yan Qingruo arched a brow, amused inside—President Jin’s furrowed brows looked sharp enough to crush a mosquito.

A breeze passed. Without her bra, the fabric of her blouse brushed against the two tender buds on her chest, leaving them tingling with a dense ache.

Irritating, clingy scoundrel. She found herself silently cursing Jin Yunxi.

On the way back, Yan Qingruo suddenly brought up divorce. Shu Xiyue, driving, didn’t refuse—she simply tightened her grip on the wheel, knuckles white, and answered in a muffled voice, “Fine.”

“Qingyue Corp comes first. As for me… it doesn’t matter.”

Yan Qingruo gave her a long, searching look. For once, Shu Xiyue made her see her differently. “Are you… alright?”

“I’m fine, Qingruo. It’s me who’s let you down. I wasn’t capable enough to help our company through its crisis.”

Her face looked aggrieved, pitiful enough to stir sympathy, though inside, Shu Xiyue’s teeth ground with rage.

All the blame, every wrong, lay with that despicable Jin Yunxi.

Her molars clenched tight. When she finally controlled the Shu Group, she swore she would make Jin Yunxi pay. Her mind seethed with hatred, eyes burning with a concealed ferocity under the dusk.

Meanwhile, the lingering scent of a high-ranked Alpha clinging to Yan Qingruo made her uneasy—yet also stirred something indescribably raw within her.

Back home, the pollution of Alpha pheromones made Shu Xiyue restless and irritable.

She had always prided herself on being firmly committed to women-loving-women. During her heats, she relied on inhibitors. She would watch f/f intimacy videos, and if the occasional a/o marking clip appeared like an unwanted ad, she’d look away with rightful disgust.

Now, she opened the bugging device. Perhaps the battery had run low—it had only recorded thirty minutes. Still, it caught their kissing, and Jin Yunxi’s drunken praises about how intoxicating Qingruo’s scent was.

Then came more kissing, wet sounds, and soft, feminine whimpers.

Shu Xiyue shook with fury, her fingers trembling as she blasted the thirty minutes of kisses through the surround system on repeat.

She told herself this was desensitization therapy.

She had always been strict with herself, obsessive, relentless.

That night, she dreamt of Yan Qingruo again. But this time, it was of her and Jin Yunxi tangled in passion.

She had never once had such a dream involving Qingruo. And yet here it was—with Qingruo and the Alpha she hated most.

At first, she watched with loathing. But gradually, to her horror, something inside began to stir uncontrollably.

In the dream, her hand pressed against the nape of her neck, tearing off the inhibitor patch, fingers moving against her own glands in rhythm like a pianist playing keys.

She thought she was angry, a detached spectator. But slowly, Jin Yunxi’s face blurred, morphing into that of another faceless Alpha.

Then Yan Qingruo disappeared from the bed altogether—along with Jin Yunxi.

Even herself—gone.

Instead, she dreamt of stepping into a gaping pit of pheromones, and when she emerged, she had taken Yan Qingruo’s place.

The faceless Alpha’s body was now above hers.

When she woke, confronted with the mess in her sheets, she froze in shock. Never had she dared to kiss Yan Qingruo in her dreams, yet last night she’d dreamt of doing far worse with an Alpha.

Stunned, she slapped herself hard across the left cheek. Shame and rage tangled as she stripped the bed, her thoughts in chaos.

Her dream-self… seemed to only react when imagining such acts.

Fuck!

Those two damned lovers had driven her insane!

With a sharp smack, she slapped her right cheek this time.

In a frenzy, she deleted all the contacts saved under “wife,” “mother-in-law,” and “daughter.”

Even the college-era note she’d once saved for Yan Qingruo as “Goddess”—gone. Shu Xiyue’s throat tightened, nose stinging. Youth was like a dream, and now the dream was sullied.

All that remained was a mess—shameful and painfully real.

So what if you’re an S-Class Alpha? Ha. Jin Yunxi!

Grinding her teeth, she furiously renamed her contact as “Dog Alpha.”

When Yan Qingruo got home, Song Mei asked why she was so late. Yan Qingruo answered flatly, “I divorced Shu Xiyue.”

Song Mei’s face blanched. Yan Qingruo was already tired of her mother’s suffocating control. With the company as leverage, she shut her down.

“Between Qingyue Corp and Shu Xiyue, I can only choose one. Mother, haven’t you always valued Qingyue above all?”

“But what about Xiao Xining’s schooling? She’s so young—she can’t grow up without a mother.”

Yan Qingruo pressed her temples. The way Song Mei phrased it, as if the child’s other mother had died. She cut her off briskly: “I’ll handle her schooling.”

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The sound of running water filled the bathroom. Yan Qingruo had always known she was beautiful—and she knew even more clearly that Jin Yunxi was obsessed with her beauty.

Even if this Alpha resented her, hated her, she couldn’t help but kiss her all over, devouring her.

See, Jin Yunxi? You’re no different.

A flicker of triumph passed through her chest, tinged with bitterness.

In the car, the Alpha had whispered a plea for remarriage, blinking at her like a fierce dog grown pitiful after rage.

Jin Yunxi had laid bare her most vulnerable prayer—and been refused all the same.

It wasn’t that Yan Qingruo felt no guilt. She had flaunted her looks, her figure, and during her amnesia had shamelessly tempted her.

She had dragged this once-ascetic Alpha, who used to wear prayer beads, delve into scripture, and live in restraint, down from her pedestal—into shared indulgence.

And yet she knew well—she herself was also drawn to Jin Yunxi.

Otherwise, she would never have agreed to the ridiculous condition of “making love a hundred times” in place of remarriage.

Water cascaded over her—down her pale, full chest, her taut stomach, her navel, down to her hips and thighs.

Everywhere, mottled with rose-colored marks.

Damn it.

Jin Yunxi had sucked far too hard.

Yan Qingruo bit her lip, eyes misting. The one she’d first met by the Rhine was her.

Not Yan Qingmei.

But that meeting had been staged. She had even allowed the misunderstanding—that it was Yan Qingmei.

Yan Qingruo drew a quiet breath and dialed a number. Yan Qingmei would not get another chance to tell Jin Yunxi the truth.

A single droplet slid from her spine, down the curve of her hips, along thighs marked with red, disappearing silently into the rush of water.

Like a sigh—tender, yet cruel.

She set the phone down with a sharp crack, the screen shattering.

Her fingers brushed the steamed-over mirror. The reflection staring back held exquisite peach blossom eyes—lowered, clouded with sorrow.

Unfeeling, yet thoughtful.

“Ah Yun…” Her voice floated through the mist, hazy and fragile, her eyes tinged red at the corners with complex, unreadable emotion.