After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 50

Seven urgent summons were dispatched to call Jin Yunxi back to Yatran, flying swiftly across the ocean toward Country F.

What followed was a storm of rumors sweeping through every corner of society—

#Jin Yunxi Betrays Atlantis

#Jin Yunxi Spotted Drunk in Country F with a Lover

#The Queen’s Heart Belongs to Jin Yunxi; Secretary-General Spurned and Defects

The gossip grew more and more exaggerated. By the time these whispers reached the royal court, the Queen herself had yet to react, but the first unable to sit still was none other than the Prime Minister, Wei Ailun.

“Your Majesty, since Jin Yunxi still refuses to return, should I be dispatched to Country F to investigate the matter personally? It may help calm the unrest at home.”

A gauzy curtain separated Wei Ailun from the Queen’s private chambers. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly within, though he could guess she was inside with one of her favored consorts.

With rumors spreading that many key positions in Yatran were about to undergo sweeping changes, Wei Ailun had grown even more attentive than usual.

Behind the veil, upon a canopied bed, Lin Ruxi stretched languidly and ignored the man outside.

“Your Majesty, do you truly believe those rumors about Jin Yunxi?”

The one beside her was a young, athletic Alpha woman—slim-waisted, long-legged, her dusky skin lending her a wild charm.

Lin Ruxi lifted her long, pale fingers, gently adjusting a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the Alpha’s face. But after a pause, she shook her head. No—still not the same.

Even with identical glasses, those eyes were not the same—lacking the ruthless yet tender phoenix gaze she remembered.

This “Little A” had served as her bed companion for years. An A-rank Alpha, sensible, well-mannered, and skilled at pleasing her.

She even had soft, puppy-like eyes that made her appear almost Omega-like—sweet, pliant, endearing… at least until her clothes came off.

Her figure was deceptive: slim in clothes, yet well-toned beneath. She was obedient in most things—soft and pliable, except for certain moments when she was anything but.

Thoughtful in every detail, she never forgot to wear protection, always keeping herself spotless before curling up under the covers to wait for the Queen’s return, whether from court or from work.

She gave Lin Ruxi a sense of complete control—a security that was more reassuring than the cold, aloof Secretary-General, who claimed frigidity and shied away from intimacy.

And yet—when Lin Ruxi’s throat trembled with moans, her mind still wandered.

She thought of Jin Yunxi.

Even knowing Jin Yunxi could not—or would not—respond, she still longed to claim her.

Love was just this strange, unreasonable thing.

Perhaps it was the way Jin Yunxi had once looked at Yan Qingruo—with such rare devotion—that made her unforgettable. Born to wealth, rumored fickle or unfeeling, cold and brilliant as she was, Jin Yunxi’s sincerity was all the more precious. Lin Ruxi could not help but imagine: how wonderful it would be, if Jin Yunxi could show that same gaze to her.

To claim those devoted eyes, so they would see only her.

Late at night, she often recalled the first time she saw Jin Yunxi—then a candidate for Secretary-General—ascending the podium on crutches. Her face pale, her figure thin as though a gust of wind might topple her, and yet upright, unyielding, resilient as reed in the storm.

Was it true, then? That what one cannot have is always the most alluring?

Lin Ruxi brushed aside the Alpha who leaned toward her, her jade-white fingers cool against the woman’s cheek. She gave a sharp little scoff:

“Is a Beta really so irresistible?”

For Jin Yunxi’s latest companion, too, was said to be a Beta.

The Queen pouted, uncharacteristically girlish.

The Alpha stiffened, then quickly curved her lips into a smile. Taller than the Queen, she bent and nestled into Lin Ruxi’s embrace, coaxing:

“Little A doesn’t like Betas. Little A likes Omegas best.”

She leaned close, whispering at the Queen’s ear:

“You are the greatest Omega, Your Majesty. Any Alpha would fall for you.”

“Is that so? Pity not every Alpha thinks as you do.”

For Jin Yunxi, an SS-rank Alpha, had eyes only for Betas. First Yan Qingruo, and when she left, even the next youthful lover was a Beta.

Lin Ruxi’s chest tightened with quiet fury.

“As long as Your Majesty is a Beta, then I like Betas,” Little A said, rubbing her head affectionately beneath the Queen’s chin. “Whatever you are, I will always like.”

The Queen stroked the soft head pressing against her, though her thoughts turned.

Unfortunately, Little A was not of S-rank.

Nor of noble blood.

Had she been both, would Lin Ruxi have chosen her? Probably not.

She was a Queen, after all. Conquest was in her bones.

Little A, too timid to ask whether the Queen still pined for another, simply kissed her chin and murmured:

“Your Majesty, Prime Minister Wei seems to have been waiting a long while. Will you see him?”

She was not the sort to delay her ruler’s duties.

She knew her lowly status, dared not hope for more. For so many years, she had been the only one at the Queen’s side—enough to make her cherish every moment.

Had she been born an Omega, she would have been the most devoted, gentle consort, a true First Lady in bearing.

Lin Ruxi caressed her cheek, then rose gracefully and dressed.

“We should part ways. I’ll see you well provided for.”

She was nearing forty. The Elders and Cabinet pressed her daily to wed and bear heirs.

But after waiting so long, watching Jin Yunxi chase old flames and embrace new ones—all Betas, always Betas—her hope had worn thin.

At once, Little A’s eyes welled up. Crystal tears brimmed but did not fall as she whispered softly:

“…All right.”

She had always been so obedient. With her athlete’s build and dark skin, she had managed to make herself seem as docile as a little rabbit—obedient enough to stir even Lin Ruxi’s pity.

“…Forget it. Stay until I’ve had an heir. Then we’ll part.”

Little A’s eyes curved into a smile as she nodded. “Then I’ll help you raise the child, Your Majesty.”

Even if the child was not theirs, she had never dared hope for such.

Lin Ruxi: …

That was the duty of palace matrons, not a bedmate’s.

Was Little A motivated by the luxuries of palace life—or did she simply not wish to leave her?

Lin Ruxi could not tell.

And so again, she thought of Jin Yunxi—of her blunt, uncompromising clarity: Love is love. If not, then reject it outright.

She ruffled Little A’s hair with a sigh.

“You’re far too good. Do you know that?”

Little A blinked innocently. Wasn’t being good a virtue? Good children got candy, got rewards… got to stay.

Meanwhile, beyond the veil, Wei Ailun still waited. After a long silence, hearing the Queen’s laughter mingling with tender whispers, he dared not utter a word.

To outsiders, Little A was disguised as an Omega. Aside from Jin Yunxi, no one—not even Wei Ailun—knew otherwise.

At last, when sound stirred within, the Prime Minister bowed once more.

“Your Majesty, since Jin Yunxi continues to defy summons, I have uncovered some rumors—though uncertain. I beg your leave to travel to Country F and bring her back.”

“Oh? What rumors?”

“Jin Yunxi’s former wife, Yan Qingruo, is in Country F. And word is—she has since differentiated into an Omega.”

With a sharp thud, something slid from the bed to the floor—likely the maid’s fan, jolted loose by the queen’s sudden movement.

“Investigate this thoroughly. And tell Jin Yunxi—if she doesn’t return soon, Her Majesty will strip her of her position.” Lin Ruxi pressed her brows together in frustration.

Jin Yunxi, you had better not lie to me.

Otherwise, it would be treason.

Leaving the administration wing of the Elegant Palace, the prison commissioner, Jones, spotted Wei Ailun in the distance, face alight with enthusiasm.

Approaching with polite small talk, he inquired about the new appointment, then rubbed his chin. “Something isn’t right here. Prime Minister Wei, don’t you think the Queen is far too concerned about Jin Yunxi?”

He proceeded to recount the privileges Jin Yunxi had been granted both in the Prison Authority and at Dark Fortress Prison. With the political reshuffling underway, Jones felt uneasy. He needed to cling tightly to Wei Ailun’s influence.

“Her Majesty would go so far for that woman named Jin?” Wei Ailun’s eyes widened. “The rumors about Her Majesty favoring… women—could they actually be true?”

“Exactly. Jin Yunxi is an SS-ranked Alpha, no less formidable than the Queen herself. If she was to share the Queen’s bed and meddle in affairs of state, the rest of us wouldn’t have a moment’s peace.”

With positions being reshuffled once again, he couldn’t risk losing his seat to a whisper from Jin Yunxi’s lips.

Jones drew a finger across his throat. “Are you sure you still want her brought back?”

Wei Ailun’s eyes flickered, but his expression remained righteous. “It is Her Majesty’s decree. How could we possibly disobey?”

Even if blood must be shed, it must not be by his hand.

Wei Ailun’s gaze shifted, and a plan began to take shape.

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By the time the eighth recall order arrived, Jin Yunxi was still in contact with Yan Qingruo.

She told the Queen she had been delayed by business, without mentioning Yan at all—unaware that the Queen already knew.

Knock, knock, knock.

The abrupt rapping at the door broke the silence. Jin Yunxi’s taut expression softened instantly, a glimmer of light flashing in her eyes. She strode forward quickly and pulled the door open.

Her smile froze.

“You?” Her brows furrowed, surprise written plain across her face.

Shu Xiyue stood at the threshold, wrapped in a chill like winter frost.

A night of “desensitization therapy”—listening over and over to recordings of passion—had left her eyes bruised with shadows, her whole being like one dragged from darkness.

Two thick suppressant patches covered the glands at her nape, while a mask hid most of her face. Only her bloodshot eyes, ringed with dark circles, were visible.

Jin Yunxi stepped aside. “Come in.” Then, to her aide: “Jin Fan, pour Miss Shu some tea.”

“No need.” Shu Xiyue’s voice was sharp and cold as shattered ice. “President Jin, if Ruoruo wants to divorce me, that debt falls squarely on your shoulders. For my restraint in not standing in the way, asking you to personally pour me a cup of tea isn’t too much, is it?”

She lifted her chin, eyes locking with Jin Yunxi’s in open challenge.

Jin Yunxi’s lips curved in a faint, mocking smile. She moved to the tea table, picked up the utensils, and began brewing with smooth precision. Steam rose, blurring her features.

Shu Xiyue’s eyelids twitched as she watched the mist-shrouded face.

When the cup was handed over, their little fingers brushed. The touch seared like fire. Shu Xiyue nearly dropped the cup, recoiling several steps in alarm.

“Am I truly that frightening?” Jin Yunxi arched a brow.

Struggling to regain composure, Shu Xiyue retreated further, perching in the far corner of the sofa, hands twisting the hem of her clothes.

That absurd spring dream from last night clouded her thoughts—the Alpha’s face, blurred in the dream, was now overlapping with Jin Yunxi’s before her. Her fists clenched so tight that her nails dug into her palms.

This is madness.

She had come today partly to test whether she really was this easily swayed by an Alpha, partly to probe the precarious truth of her own orientation.

And partly… to show Jin Yunxi that the Shu family was not to be trifled with.

Yes, divorce had been Jin Yunxi’s idea, but if she wanted her to agree, it would not come cheap.

Without extracting a heavy price, Shu Xiyue would never feel at peace.

She wanted promises—concrete benefits for Qingyue Corporation. Merely persuading investors wasn’t enough.

These calculations helped drown out the shameful, chaotic feelings gnawing at her.

But Jin Yunxi’s next words sent her spiraling from humiliation into fury.

“Dr. Shu, since you’re here, I’ll be blunt.” Jin Yunxi crossed her arms, gaze steady. “I want to buy out your shares in Qingyue Corporation.”

“What?!” Shu Xiyue shot to her feet, eyes wide, her voice trembling with rage. “On what grounds?”

“Simply put, I intend to co-hold majority control with Qingruo. Qingyue will be renamed Xi-Ruo Corporation.”

“No! Absolutely not!” Shu Xiyue’s chest rose and fell violently.

Qingyue was her lifeblood, her weapon against the illegitimate child, her and Yan Qingruo’s joint creation.

Jin Yunxi remained calm, lifting a folder from the table and giving it a slight shake. “I’ll pay twice its value. I prefer civility, but if you refuse… I’ll have no choice.”

Her eyes locked on Shu Xiyue’s as she slowly slid the file across.

Shu Xiyue snatched it up defiantly, but one glance was enough to drain the color from her face. Veins bulged on her temple.

It was the medical accident from her orthopedic surgery on a civilian patient—hushed with money, buried deep.

Her teeth ground together audibly.

“Jin Yunxi, you’re ruthless!” She slammed the folder onto the table. “Fine. Take my shares!”

She turned on her heel, fists clenched so hard her knuckles blanched. At the door, she flung one last barb over her shoulder. “Hah. You really think Yan Qingruo loves you?”

A glint of bronze flashed at her fingertips—the edge of a pocket watch.

Jin Yunxi froze. It looked strikingly similar to one of Yan Qingruo’s prized Yatran collection pieces.

“Ever heard of hypnosis? One day you’ll realize, Jin Yunxi… you’re even more pitiful than me.”

Her laugh rang hollow as she swept out, leaving only a tangle of riddles in her wake.

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In a café beneath Jin Corporation’s branch office, Shu Xiyue sat with a cold expression, complexion ashen.

Suddenly, a distinguished man in his forties or fifties approached, leaning lightly on a cane—more ornament than necessity.

“My surname is Wei. And you are, Miss…?”

“Shu Xiyue.”

“Ah, the renowned Dr. Shu. And what’s this I hear of disputes with Secretary-General Jin Yunxi?” Wei Ailun’s smile was warm, but he had tracked every move of Jin Yunxi in F Country since his arrival.

“Who are you?” Shu Xiyue’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Prime Minister Wei Ailun.” His chin rested lightly on the cane, his smile tinged with meaning.

Shu Xiyue’s pupils widened. Wei Ailun—the man whose power rivaled, even surpassed, Jin Yunxi’s… her sworn enemy.

At once, her interest was piqued.

…

Thirty minutes later.

“Prime Minister, aren’t we going into Jin Corporation’s branch office?” his aide asked.

Wei Ailun smiled deeply, waving it off. “No need.”

He collapsed the cane and slipped it into his coat. In its place, a gleaming encrypted device—polished steel, no larger than a thumb drive—flashed briefly in his hand.

The aide caught sight of it, brows raised.

“Deliver this to Her Majesty at once.”

Wei Ailun whistled cheerfully, gazing at the rising sun over F Country. The air here was indeed fresh.

Tsk.

Some people relied on intelligence, family, and beauty to bask in the Queen’s favor for far too long. Like the blinding sun, they too would fall—shattered into dust.