After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 57

Yan Qingruo knew she was beautiful.

But in front of the one she loved, her beauty had lost the magic of a promise.

She could only console herself with Jin Yunxi’s memory loss.

Hmph—sure enough, an Alpha’s mouth is full of lies. She almost wanted to blurt out the truth right there, cup Ah Lai’s face in both hands, and tell her seriously:

You are Jin Yunxi. I am your wife. You are my beloved.

And… we have a daughter together.

Dr. Yaqi’s words echoed in her ears again. Yan Qingruo bit down on her silver-white teeth and thought: Forget it.

After the storm and typhoon, the city of Fonden faded farther and farther into the distance. Ah Lai pressed against the window, gaze dazed, carrying a trace of reluctance.

“Master Lai, are you unwilling to leave? Do you regret coming with me?” Yan Qingruo asked softly.

Ah Lai waved her hands quickly. “No, no, Miss Yan.”

Flustered, she fiddled with her fingers, eyes stubbornly avoiding the two full curves that peeked from Yan Qingruo’s V-neckline, the smooth hollow of her collarbone above… She darted her gaze away, forcing herself to stare at the clouds outside.

As if the scenery outside was more interesting than Yan Qingruo—yet the faint flush at the tips of her ears betrayed her unrest.

After seeing Miss Yan’s figure that morning… Ah Lai couldn’t help but feel a twinge of inferiority.

In terms of skin, she wasn’t as fair as Miss Yan; in terms of figure, she was worlds apart.

What on earth does Miss Yan see in me, that she’d even think of… keeping me?

Though their knees brushed, the distance between them felt miles wide. A quiet melancholy glimmered in Yan Qingruo’s eyes, unnoticed even by herself.

The cabin door of the private jet closed, shutting out the noise of the outside world.

A tall, pale-skinned mixed-race flight attendant stepped in, dressed in a striped blue-and-white shirt under a fitted blazer. When her gaze fell on Yan Qingruo, her eyes lit up and she walked straight over, heels clicking crisply against the cabin floor.

Ah Lai’s ears twitched. At once she turned, sniffed lightly—female Alpha.

But in Yan Qingruo’s eyes, her movement looked like she was staring at the flight attendant. A cold hum slipped from Yan Qingruo’s throat.

The Alpha bent her knees slightly and gave a graceful salute. “Miss Yan, I’ve long admired your name. It is an honor to serve you this trip.”

Leaning lazily against her seat, Yan Qingruo’s posture was elegant. She gave the attendant a faint glance, lips curving with a subtle smile. “Let’s hope this flight is comfortable.”

The flight attendant straightened, eyes flashing with determination. “Rest assured, Miss Yan, I won’t let you down.”

When the plane leveled out, she began mixing drinks. Fingers brushed over the bottles with deliberate care, as though choosing rare treasures. Finally, she picked out an aged whiskey and fresh juice. The shaker danced swiftly in her hands, crisp clinks ringing in the air, all while she smiled at Yan Qingruo.

So flashy. Ah Lai pursed her lips, fists tightening around the armrests as she stared at every movement, bristling.

What a show-off—like a spotted dog wagging its tail.

At last, a jewel-toned cocktail was ready. The attendant carried it to Yan Qingruo, bending slightly as she offered it. “Miss Yan, I made this just for you—with the finest whiskey and fresh juice. Please, try it.”

Yan Qingruo accepted, fingers brushing ever so lightly against the woman’s pinky nail.

The attendant’s eyes lit up.

They touched hands. They actually touched hands.

Ah Lai pressed her lips tight, instantly deciding Miss Yan wasn’t cute anymore.

Wicked Miss Yan! How could you flirt with another “dog” right in front of your “new pet”? And a mixed-breed one at that!

What, Miss Yan—do you want to keep two of us? Aren’t you afraid we’ll fight?

And anyway, what’s so great about “mixed-breed scent”?

Yan Qingruo sipped lightly. “Fragrant. Not bad. What’s your name?”

“Glad it suits you, Miss Yan.” The attendant’s smile deepened. “I’m Jeanette, but you may call me Jan.”

Beside them came a muffled voice. “Miss Yan, Ah Lai can mix drinks too.”

“Oh?” Yan Qingruo feigned surprise, as if finally noticing the one left out.

“Please believe me, Miss Yan,” Ah Lai said quickly, rolling up her sleeves. “I’ll make you one right now.”

But Yan Qingruo cut her off with a laugh. “Though I find this one tastes just right.”

Like a balloon pricked, Ah Lai slumped back into her seat. She watched as the Alpha busied herself again, now grinding coffee beans, glancing back at Yan Qingruo with every turn of the wrist—serious, attentive, fawning.

Soon, a steaming cup of coffee was placed before Yan Qingruo, with a delicate little pastry on the side. “Miss Yan, the flavor is best paired with this.”

Yan Qingruo nodded with a smile. “Thank you, Miss Jan. That’s thoughtful.”

Ah Lai wrinkled her nose. So strong… and she can actually drink it?

Then the Alpha leaned closer, voice smooth as honey. “Miss Yan, I recently read a novel about love. One passage moved me deeply—would you like to hear it?”

Yan Qingruo glanced at Ah Lai’s pricked-up ears, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Go on, then.”

Jeanette lowered her voice, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “The book said: love is like an adventure. Even knowing there may be danger ahead, even when the distance feels insurmountable, one cannot help but keep going forward—because that person is one’s goddess in a dream.”

Her eyes shimmered with expectation as she looked at Yan Qingruo.

On the side, Ah Lai squirmed in her seat until she finally blurted out, “M-Miss Yan…”

But the two were chatting so animatedly, her words went unheard.

Her shoulders slumped. Her gaze clouded with loss—and unrecognized grievance. Could it be Miss Yan really likes this flight attendant? Will she switch to keeping her after we land?

At the thought of Miss Yan slipping into bed with this mixed-blood Alpha, Ah Lai’s chest burned. Her fingers clenched the armrests, knuckles white. The more she thought, the worse she felt—until her nose stung and her eyes misted over.

No more staring out at the clouds—she fixed her teary gaze on Yan Qingruo, refusing to look away, burning holes into both her and the hateful flight attendant.

Noticing this from the corner of her eye, Yan Qingruo coughed lightly. “That will be all, Miss Jeanette. Thank you for your service—here’s your tip.”

She slipped a few crisp bills between her fingers. “If I need anything, I’ll ring.”

Disappointment flashed across the woman’s face as she took the money and retreated to the crew rest area. In that instant, the gulf of class between her and Yan Qingruo was cut wide open by a few ruthless notes.

Before leaving, she shot Ah Lai a sharp, provoking look.

Ah Lai nearly sprang out of her seat. Especially after hearing Yan Qingruo’s words—“I’ll call her if I need anything.”

“Miss Yan, you really mean to call her?” Her eyes locked onto Yan Qingruo’s, and she scooted closer, nearly crossing the space between them.

She refused to be replaced. She was better.

Yan Qingruo raised a brow and answered matter-of-factly, “She serves well. Why shouldn’t I?”

Ah Lai bit her lip, then shot up and slid to Yan Qingruo’s side, crouching down and looking up with wide eyes. “Miss Yan, please don’t call her. I—I can serve you too.”

Her gaze was pleading, fists trembling until she forced them open, like a pup waiting to be chosen.

Even if she didn’t know how—she could learn! Back at the hotel, when Yan Qingruo checked out, someone had stuffed a booklet into her hands. The front was filled with thick “lessons,” the back with product ads. She’d skimmed it once, face burning, and shoved it into her bag, planning to throw it away after the flight.

Who knew it would come in handy now?

Hehe! Good thing she hadn’t tossed it!

As long as Miss Yan needed her—she would learn.

Yan Qingruo blinked. “You know how to serve?”

Would Jin Yunxi really know the things flight attendants knew?

Ah Lai nodded vigorously. “And if you don’t like it… Miss Yan, you can teach me?”

“You want me to teach you?” Yan Qingruo pointed to herself, then said bluntly, “I wouldn’t know how.”

Relieved, Ah Lai patted her chest. “That’s fine, Miss Yan! Luckily I brought something with me. I’ll learn right now, then serve you—oh no, I can even teach you if you like!”

She puffed up proudly, determined to let no one else take her place. She would make Miss Yan happy—ten times better than that flight attendant.

Yan Qingruo raised a brow, curiosity piqued. “What did you bring?” She half-expected an “Airline Service Manual.”

“Look, Miss Yan! I brought service guides this thick!” Her tail might as well have been wagging. Please praise me for being such a conscious sugar baby!

With a flourish, she dumped them out one by one.

Yan Qingruo was stunned.

Finger Techniques: 108 Styles.

This Position is Incredible.

Cloud Dance in the Sky—Fingertip Rhythms to Ignite Her Wildest Pleasure!

And so on, and so forth.