After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 51

Amid the looming storm outside, the room burned with springlike warmth.

Since they had agreed to one hundred times, not a single one could be missed.

At the upscale club, when they booked a room, the receptionist glanced at the two women in masks and sunglasses and asked,

“Are you two legally registered partners?”

Yan Qingruo’s face flushed. She wanted to deny it.

But before she could speak, Jin Yunxi arched a brow and cut in smoothly,

“Yes, we are.”

Even with their faces mostly covered, their beauty was unmistakable. The receptionist smiled.

“You’re such a perfect match. Truly a couple. And for VIP cardholders, book one day and get seven free—upgraded to the couple’s suite.”

The word couple carried a sweetness that seemed to echo in the ears.

Jin Yunxi slid a black card across the counter.

“Open it.”

The club was known for strict discretion—luxurious, safe, and no marriage certificate required. Still, Yan Qingruo quickened her pace, worried about being recognized.

Following behind, Jin Yunxi raised a teasing brow as they entered the elevator.

“In that much of a hurry?”

The doors hadn’t even closed when Yan Qingruo coolly opened her mouth, about to say let’s make it quick.

But before the words escaped, she was pulled into a firm embrace. Jin Yunxi pressed her forehead against hers, nuzzling and murmuring softly,

“Can’t you be the one to take initiative for once?”

It was rare for President Jin to act coquettish. Yan Qingruo’s heart softened at once. Her hands lifted, resting lightly on Jin Yunxi’s shoulders.

Not satisfied, Jin Yunxi guided those hands to circle her waist instead. Even that wasn’t enough.

“Hold me tighter.” She slipped a hand under to support Yan Qingruo’s hips.

A startled cry escaped. Instinctively, Yan Qingruo wrapped her legs around her Alpha’s waist. Jin Yunxi carried her swiftly and steadily forward.

Her Alpha’s leg—healed, strong again.

Warmth welled inside her chest. The moment she unconsciously acknowledged Jin Yunxi as hers, a flood of shyness, denial, and hidden reassurance surged within.

Now they clung to each other like a koala embrace.

Her arms locked around Jin Yunxi’s neck, her cheek pressed against the Alpha’s chest, feeling the steady yet accelerating heartbeat.

And also the desperate strength—wanting to hold her into the marrow, fuse her into the blood.

A sour ache swelled. The resolve to treat this as a single spring night, to leave after, began to falter in her arms.

Three years apart. In countless dreams, Jin Yunxi had always been the one reaching for her. And even in dreams, Yan Qingruo restrained herself, haunted by her mother’s bloodshot gaze and stern warnings.

But if she treated Jin Yunxi’s plea as a chip to indulge recklessly just this once…

Mother, let her be reckless. One hundred times. If not, then three days. If not, just one night. Please.

Jin Yunxi cradled Yan Qingruo’s face, kissed her lips with sticky insistence. Not enough. She quickly tore away the barriers between them.

“Yan Qingruo… isn’t this, strictly speaking, our first time since we parted?”

“You…” Yan Qingruo bit her lip. “Could you… not be so fast?”

A smile tugged at Jin Yunxi’s lips.

“Fast?”

She hadn’t even begun, yet was already accused of rushing. Her fingers traced Yan Qingruo’s brows and eyes.

“Three years, Qingruo. Don’t you crave me at all?”

From the faint haze of pheromones that lingered after Yan Qingruo tore off her suppressant patch, Jin Yunxi knew she was already moved.

So she kissed her—unyielding, unapologetic.

Tongues tangled, breath stolen. Yan Qingruo lost her voice beneath the kiss, her lungs emptied, her excuses gone.

Jin Yunxi carried a wild edge now—less patient, more desperate than before.

“Slower… please?” Yan Qingruo gasped between stolen breaths, eyes misted, voice soft as a plea.

But then Jin Yunxi noticed a red mark blooming at her collarbone—strange, like a hickey. Her gaze darkened.

Breath caught, she whispered, heavy with jealousy,

“Looks like Shu Xiyue takes her time. You’ve gotten used to it—enough to think I’m too fast.”

A chill crept through Yan Qingruo. She gave a small, mocking laugh.

“Yes. She’s much gentler than you.”

That earned her a harsher touch from her Alpha.

“Whose hickey is this?” Jin Yunxi demanded.

“If I say it’s from the baby biting me, would you believe it?”

“How could I?”

She shouldn’t have mentioned the baby. That only made Jin Yunxi bristle further.

Yan Qingruo whimpered, fingers tugging at her clothes, finally pointing toward the small box on the cabinet. The meaning was obvious.

She remembered—how she’d never allowed Jin Yunxi to prepare in the past, instead whispering provocative words, daring her to finish regardless.

Covering her face—that wasn’t her, it couldn’t have been her.

Thankfully, President Jin had the decency not to mock her for the filthy things she’d once said in amnesia, nor to hold her to them now.

Still, Jin Yunxi tore the box open with a cold, sharp edge to her voice.

“Miss Yan has grown much more… particular than before.”

Yan Qingruo instantly regretted the suggestion, wishing only that Jin Yunxi would stop talking.

When Jin Yunxi fumbled awkwardly, she blurted out,

“Don’t tell me you haven’t used these in all these years?”

After all—there’d been rumors. A new lover. Trips to R country. Another woman tying her scarf.

Jin Yunxi’s smirk was frosted.

“Of course I’ve used them. Many times. Countless. Just not this brand.”

Their words grew sharper, fueled by spite, even as their bodies tangled across the room.

But it was too tight, uncomfortable for Jin Yunxi.

“Forget it,” Yan Qingruo whispered, heart softening.

And yet, regret soon followed. Again and again.

…

By the end, she was lifted, carried, taken against the door—shameful, breathless.

And still, in that desperate rhythm, she whispered, lips trembling,

“One.”

It counted. No matter who reached first—it counted.

“Good.”

Different from the past. Perhaps because she had gone too long without…

In the end, all Yan Qingruo could do was bite her Alpha’s shoulder, clutch her head, and finally break apart into hoarse sobs.

“Stop… too much…”

To hasten her end, she ripped off the Alpha’s suppressant patch with one hand, stroking her gland while tightening inside to squeeze. Jin Yunxi groaned low, pressing deeper against the door.

Yan Qingruo had no choice but to stroke along to the very tip, pressing forward sharply, pulling them closer still.

The flood that followed left her gasping.

“Two.” Her voice quivered, the word trailing like a reminder into Jin Yunxi’s ear.

If she was an intern, she’d be the most diligent at hitting KPIs.

Unfortunately, she was paired against Jin Yunxi—seasoned by endless dream-night rehearsals.

President Jin, merciless in her “exploitation”—KPIs achieved, positions multiplied, overtime hours doubled.

…

In the end, the little box from the club went unused.

The two of them were dizzy and exhausted, with no thought of going out again to buy the right size.

Yan Qingruo no longer even had the strength to lift her arms. Her soul seemed to have been knocked up into the clouds; she had long forgotten what day it was or how many times they’d gone at it.

The best employees are the ones who work overtime until they forget about their KPI tasks, and only know how to keep charging toward the ultimate goal.

By that standard, Yan Qingruo was number one.

Of course, that wasn’t just the employee’s credit—the boss deserved recognition too.

Jin Yunxi could certainly be considered a master of squeezing every last drop out of her workers. One overtime session, and she managed to drag it out to the length of an entire class period.

Twice, three times, four times—by the end of the morning, it was four whole classes.

And still, she felt it wasn’t enough. She kissed Yan Qingruo’s forehead and teased, “Still hungry?”

Yan Qingruo closed her eyes. Hungry, her ass. Her stomach was already full of nothing but the destructive aftermath of a certain someone’s weapon.

When Jin Yunxi saw her shake her head and ignore her, she realized the misunderstanding. While helping to clean up over the moisture pad, her face uncharacteristically turned red as she muttered, “That’s not what I meant.”

“President Jin.” Yan Qingruo pulled a pillow over her face. “Carry me to the bathroom, okay?”

Helping her wash counted as a kind of aftercare too. Gentle kisses fell, scattered and tender, on her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her throat, and down to her collarbone. Yan Qingruo gazed into those deep, affectionate brows and eyes, feeling Jin Yunxi’s fingers tenderly caress her skin. The fragrance of the shower gel lingered in the air—one scented of narcissus, the other of night-blooming jasmine.

Then it dawned on her: this was the body wash Jin Yunxi carried with her.

The two scents perfectly matched her own natural fragrance and pheromones.

Her scent, layered upon itself. So when she wasn’t there, Jin Yunxi used these body washes to… miss her?

A certainty settled into her heart, soft and overwhelming, a steady anchor of comfort and reassurance.

Especially since, even while making love, Jin Yunxi had explained about Mo Sisi, swearing up and down it meant nothing. She’d even threatened—if Yan Qingruo didn’t believe her—she’d make sure she couldn’t get out of bed, tie her to the headboard if she had to, or even tie them together so no one could leave.

Who does that?

But it was precisely that kind of person—her Ah Yun—who was unforgettable, the one who gave her joy, and also the one who brought her restless pain and endless entanglement.

She had come back to her side.

This time, it wasn’t a dream.

Jin Yunxi held her close, stroking her smooth, delicate skin. Nestled in her arms, Yan Qingruo tugged gently at her ear. “Overtime means overtime hours, President Jin.”

She whispered in soft reproach, voice delicate and lilting: “Why are you always so tormenting?”

“Did I hurt you?”

As if she would admit she’d enjoyed it. She deliberately said, “So annoying.” And compared to before, she was larger, fuller, harder to take in. Yan Qingruo could barely manage it.

Annoying.

Jin Yunxi’s brows lowered, her voice soft. “Sorry.” She hooked her lips against Yan Qingruo’s fingers, kissing each one, and confessed with troubled sincerity: “I hate this newly-grown gland too. But it only exists because of you. Without you, it wouldn’t be here.”

Without Yan Qingruo, she would never have recovered from her disability.

“But because of you, it frustrates me, makes me feel burdened.” Every time she thought of Yan Qingruo—thought of those moments together—it swelled so much it nearly tore through her clothes, bringing only shameful, unbearable feelings.

“When I was disabled, I was glad there was no second gland. I’ve always hated trouble. But, Yan Qingruo… your appearance made it uncontrollable, made it a nuisance.”

“If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve cut it out already, because—it’s a damn bother.”

“But then I think, it can bring you pleasure. And I can’t bear to do it. Yan Qingruo, I want to make you happy.”

She went in circles, hesitant, roundabout, her words contradictory and restrained. Seeing the woman’s peach blossom eyes wide with confusion, not understanding, she sighed, collapsed onto her body, and explained plainly, helplessly:

“Wife, I can only ever get hard for you.”

Yan Qingruo’s face instantly burned. She shoved the pestering Alpha away. “Shameless. Who’s your wife?”

Jin Yunxi hummed softly, winding her fingers through her hair, circling and circling. “Sooner or later, you’re mine.”

Yan Qingruo frowned. “Why should I be yours? Why can’t I be my own?”

Jin Yunxi immediately backtracked. “Then… I’m yours.” Same difference.

“That’s more like it.”

Realizing she’d been tricked into a verbal trap, Yan Qingruo bit her chin. “Jin Yunxi, don’t you dare call me that again.”

But feeling her tenderness shift, Jin Yunxi’s heart melted, sweet and soft.

So what if she’d once married Shu Xiyue? So what if her cleanliness obsession hated the thought of anyone else touching her? None of it mattered. She could let it go.

As long as Yan Qingruo was still here with her, still let her stay, touch her, embrace her, feel her. That was enough.

From the head of the bed to the foot, from the sofa to the doorway—Yan Qingruo felt all of Jin Yunxi’s fiery devotion, along with her shamelessly sweet words.

Her heart softened.

But then she thought of Song Mei, of the grudges of the older generation, and her gaze dimmed.

“Jin Yunxi, I won’t remarry you. You know my mother… she doesn’t like you either.”

“One hundred times, and after that, we go our separate ways.”

“I imagine you’ll still be in my room, clinging to me, refusing to leave…”

The ringtone of Lovre Song suddenly cut through the air.

Rejected again, and then hearing that song—it made Jin Yunxi’s chest tighten with sour ache. Her eyes lowered. Yan Qingruo saw her disappointment, sighed, and didn’t pull away to avoid her as she answered the call.

It was Song Mei. Remembering her disapproval, Jin Yunxi’s chest grew heavy. She slid an arm around Yan Qingruo’s waist and pressed the speaker button.

“Mom? What’s wrong? What? The baby had an allergic reaction?”

“There was mushroom sauce in the kindergarten lunch? The baby can’t eat that—I’ll come right away.”

“What, it’s already been handled? No, I still don’t feel safe. Take her to the doctor first, I’ll stop by the pharmacy to pick up some anti-allergy medicine and then meet you. It’s Xining’s usual one…” Yan Qingruo bit her lip, her black eyes steady on Jin Yunxi’s face. “The one she used before.”

She dressed decisively and rushed out, too anxious to linger even a moment longer.

Jin Yunxi pouted. Just remembering Shu Xiyue’s smug face saying, “This is my and Qingruo’s daughter,” made her chest seethe with discomfort.

After showering, a meal from the club was delivered. But when she spotted bits of mushroom in the dishes, she suddenly froze, enlightened.

Wait a second… wasn’t she also allergic to mushrooms?

Abandoning her food, still drained as if she’d run several marathons, she found her strength returning in an instant. Starving but energized, she grabbed her coat and rushed out—headed straight for the kindergarten, its location already investigated by Jin Fan.

By chance, today the kindergarten was holding an event—a parent open day.

The little class children were even performing on stage.

At the gate, a security guard stopped her. “Do you have a teacher-issued entry pass?”

“I came to see my child,” Jin Yunxi said, face calm, though her heart was pounding wildly at the thought.

The mighty Secretary-General, stopped outside just because she wanted to see her baby—if anyone saw this, they’d be stunned speechless.

Nearby parents took in her tall figure, elegant clothes, and dignified presence. Clearly not a suspicious person.

One parent kindly explained, “She’s a relative of my child too, just let her in.”

Only then did the guard relent.

…

Yan Xining held hands with her classmates, dressed like a little princess, swaying her small body as she sang.

Her beautiful black eyes sparkled beneath the stage lights like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Whether it was the shape of her eyes or the curve of her ears, she looked exactly like someone.

Today, the little class’s performance was a group song, and she was the lead singer. Looking closely, faint red spots could still be seen on her neck—the traces of her allergic reaction.

When Yan Qingruo arrived, Xining had just come off stage. She ran happily into her mother’s arms, clutching a bouquet of flowers, and chirped, “Mommy, this is from the big sister who gave me cotton candy that day!”

From the shadows behind the child, Jin Yunxi stepped forward. Her usually cool, dark gaze now burned hot, sharp and pressing.

“Yan Qingruo, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”