After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 58

As the plane broke through the sea of clouds, Yan Qingruo felt her body sink into them as well.

She didn’t know who had taken the initiative, only that the atmosphere inside the cabin had been just right.

When the amnesiac Jin Yunxi pulled her into her arms, Yan Qingruo’s hazy thought was: they had never done this on a plane before.

That sense of completing one more “first experience” left her feeling unexpectedly content.

Above the clouds, her body too was falling into the clouds.

Ah Lai’s hands bore the roughness of sea winds and sun, the joints hardened by calluses.

Her head lowered, movements bold yet gentle—like someone embarking on a wondrous journey for the very first time.

What Yan Qingruo had once only skimmed past in manuals without taking to heart, Ah Lai was now practicing meticulously and with reverence, step by step.

Every touch was a spark that ignited little flames, spreading wildly through Yan Qingruo’s body.

Her breathing grew uneven and urgent, cheeks stained with a feverish flush.

She twisted, begging for more with shameless abandon.

Gradually, Yan Qingruo felt a familiar tremor deep within, the moist scent of her own pheromones filling the air. She buried her face in her hands, the seat beneath her soaked like a drowned land.

The plane shuttled through the clouds, its turbulence echoing their heartbeats. Each jolt carried a secret thrill, weaving a unique rhythm only they shared.

In that private space, traces of passion lingered everywhere.

“Mm… enough, Ah Yun.” Yan Qingruo panted, her voice a mix of plea and insatiable longing.

Ah Lai’s warmth seeped through coarse fabric, laced with the salty breath of the sea. It tangled with the remembered cedar-cold fragrance of Jin Yunxi, making Yan Qingruo’s chest burn hot.

“Ah Yun?” The Alpha frowned slightly, confusion flashing in her eyes. A suffocating irritation pricked at her chest—did Miss Yan mistake her for some other patron?

Her movements turned punitive toward the woman who had called the wrong name. Looking down at the soft, trembling figure in her arms, Ah Lai solemnly corrected, “My name is A Lai, Miss Yan. You said it wrong.”

“Say it again.” She teased with her movements.

“Ah… A… Lai.”

“Correct answer, Miss Yan. Now it’s my turn to serve and reward you.”

…

“Sorry, Miss Yan. Did I hurt you?”

“Miss Yan, do you… like Ah Lai’s service?”

Her expression had shed all the aloof indifference of someone accustomed to power. In its place was an earnest, guileless gaze—so simple, so pure.

Her eyes, wide and beautiful despite her lost memories, resembled the boundless sea. Yan Qingruo looked into them, and for a moment, it felt as though her whole soul had been drawn in.

Back when Jin Yunxi had regarded her with cold detachment, Yan Qingruo had buried her feelings deep, covering them with an even colder front—only then could she find balance in her own heart.

Later, after the amnesia, those eyes had changed under repeated provocation. They became restrained, yet tinged with barely hidden affection. That intoxicating contradiction had delighted Yan Qingruo in secret.

Now, as Ah Lai, Jin Yunxi looked at her with nothing but pure devotion—eyes filled wholly with her image.

Yan Qingruo covered her chest, her heart swelling. She liked Jin Yunxi. She liked being seen this way.

If the amnesiac Jin Yunxi had truly been reborn into someone else, unable to recall her past feelings for Yan Qingruo, it didn’t matter.

Even if their intimacy just now had been born of confusion, it still carried a unique taste, one that left Yan Qingruo shamefully pleased.

Even if they never lived as wives in the truest sense, she thought, she would still love Jin Yunxi.

She loved her body, yes—but even more, she adored her soul. Jin Yunxi’s very existence was enough to make her heart race.

Ah Lai’s fashion sense was hardly refined; her fabrics lacked softness, sometimes even scratching Yan Qingruo’s skin during their closeness.

Accustomed to blue-collar uniforms and diving gear, Ah Lai carried the tang of the sea on her body. Yet that scent enchanted Yan Qingruo just as much as Jin Yunxi’s former cedar fragrance had.

She realized then: it wasn’t cedar she loved. It was the scent of Jin Yunxi herself—whatever form it took.

Perhaps it was the heat of their encounter, stirring emotions too tender and chaotic to suppress. Yan Qingruo’s eyes grew misty.

Heavens—why had it taken her this long to realize just how much she loved this woman?

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While Ah Lai carefully cleaned her up, Yan Qingruo rested her chin in her hand, studying her intently. Then, with a lazy, mischievous smile, she murmured, “Sorry, I wasn’t a virgin.”

Ah Lai’s hands faltered. Head lowered, her voice was honest and sincere: “That’s okay. I am.”

It’s enough that I’m the one for the first time.

In her heart, Ah Lai believed it. Miss Yan was the first person she had ever been with—the first woman to share that bond.

Though her days had always been filled with hard labor, leaving little room for such thoughts, she knew well that intimacy wasn’t something to give lightly.

All in all, she was glad—glad that her first time had been with Miss Yan.

There wasn’t a trace of regret in her heart. Instead, she felt fulfilled, fortunate, even elated.

But after she spoke, the words struck her as oddly awkward. She caught the sound of Yan Qingruo’s soft laugh, felt the woman hook a finger under her chin and tease, “Good girl~.”

Then, Yan Qingruo asked in all seriousness, “Ah Lai, will you really come with me to a new country?”

“I will, Miss Yan.” When she learned the destination was Yatran, Ah Lai had looked it up online—the landscapes and scenery stirred something inside her, a strange sense of kinship.

If she ever managed to save enough money, that was exactly the kind of place she’d want to visit. She had thought it would take years of backbreaking work to afford it. Yet Miss Yan was about to take her there directly.

And as for her… it seemed all she needed to do in return was what she had just done—serve Miss Yan, make Miss Yan happy.

Flustered, Ah Lai rubbed her nose.

Was it really… this simple?

She couldn’t help replaying in her mind Miss Yan’s earlier expression of passion, the slick heat of skin against skin. She could feel it clearly—Miss Yan had been pleased. Just as the book said: “The more that flows, the better the service.”

Miss Yan must have felt good.

That thought alone filled Ah Lai with a deep sense of satisfaction.

Only… who was that “Ah Yun” Miss Yan had called out in the height of passion? Or had it just been a slip of the tongue, her name mistakenly replaced?

“Look, Ah Lai—so many clouds, aren’t they beautiful?” Miss Yan’s delicate profile turned toward the airplane window. Cotton-like clouds drifted by as the wings sliced through them.

She loved clouds. And ever since falling for Jin Yunxi, clouds had become her favorite scenery.

Ah Lai wanted to agree that they were beautiful, but the name Miss Yan had just cried out—“Yun”—stuck in her mind.

Her lips pressed into a tight line. Petulant, she muttered, “Not beautiful.”

“Miss Yan, those are just ordinary clouds.”

Miss Yan nodded, but her thoughts slipped elsewhere—back to the most passionate time she and Jin Yunxi had shared. In the car, by the lake, under a sky painted with glowing evening clouds.

“They really are just ordinary. Sunset clouds are more beautiful. Next time, Ah Lai, I’ll drive you to the riverside and we’ll watch them together. Would you like that?”

A-Lai: … puffs cheeks in indignation.

Clouds again! Was Miss Yan thinking of that old lover once more?

She turned her head away, cheeks puffed and tinged with red, refusing to speak. Sulky heat rose to her face.

Miss Yan raised a brow, her smiling gaze drifting over Ah Lai’s stiff back. Why is this little one angry? She had once teased Jin Yunxi as a “child,” though she never really believed it.

But now, with her memory gone, Jin Yunxi—become Ah Lai—truly was like a little child sometimes.

Once the commanding Alpha who dominated the business and political world, now sulking like a child deprived of candy.

Miss Yan didn’t know why she was angry, only that the Alpha’s sulky cheeks, dusky against her wheat-colored skin, looked irresistibly… adorable.

A sudden urge bloomed—she wanted to tease her, to see even more of that cuteness.

Leaning close, warm breath grazing Ah Lai’s flushed ear, she whispered, “Master Lai, actually, I’m married.”

At once Ah Lai’s spine stiffened, fingers whitening around the seatbelt. She turned mechanically, eyes shimmering with wetness. “Ah?”

Her heart plummeted. Across from her, Miss Yan only winked playfully.

Is she proud of this? Then what am I—her secret mistress outside her marriage? The thought twisted like a knife.

Miss Yan, still smiling, tapped the corner of her tense lips with a fingertip. “I lied…” A pause. “…Or did I?”

That only made it worse. Tears welled at the edges of Ah Lai’s eyes, her chest tight with frustration.

Grandma, I want to go home. I want to go back to Fonden. I don’t ever want to be with this terrible Miss Yan again.

She regretted everything! Miss Yan wasn’t gentle at all—she was a wicked woman!

When the plane landed, under the great tree by the white villa, Ah Lai leaned back against the trunk, throat working, yet the words “I-I want to go back to Fonden” lodged painfully in her chest.

She thought of that “Ah Yun” Miss Yan had called out, of the hidden manuals tucked into her luggage. Her eyes stung. So I’m nothing but a shadow, a stand-in for someone else.

But the woman didn’t notice her turmoil. She simply held her hand and led her toward the white villa.

Ah Lai’s other hand curled into a fist. The marble entryway reflected her uneasy silhouette. Fixing her gaze on Miss Yan’s swaying skirt, she asked, voice trembling, “Miss Yan… will your spouse be coming here?”

What role was Miss Yan planning for her—the mistress hidden away, a servant, a housekeeper, a gardener?

Her imagination spun wildly.

At the door, Miss Yan’s fingers paused briefly on the code lock before she smoothly opened it. “No one else lives here. Ah Lai, this is our new home.”

It wasn’t the Jin family residence, nor the old Jin estate, but a house she had bought to bring her mother back from abroad.

Right now, Song Mei and the baby were still in Country F. In a few days, they would return, and the family would reunite.

But Ah Lai, unaware of all this, thought only one thing:

This is the gilded cage where she hides her mistress. I’m nothing more than the woman she keeps in secret.

The thought sank deeper and deeper.

Still, she forced a smile, blinking back the sting in her eyes, swallowing down the ache in her chest. In a faint, quivering voice, she asked, “Miss Yan… does your spouse allow you to live here?”

Or… did she only come here occasionally to visit her?

Miss Yan arched a brow, misunderstanding. Thinking Ah Lai referred to Shu Xiyue, she said, “No. My spouse is gone.”

“Gone?” Ah Lai’s eyes widened.

“Yes. She won’t appear again. She… left long ago.”

After agreeing to be with Jin Yunxi, she had divorced Shu Xiyue at once.

Inside, Ah Lai let out a small “ah,” her gaze softening with sympathy. So Miss Yan’s partner… had died.

Suddenly her heart lightened. The sky seemed higher, the clouds thinner.

So… Miss Yan was a widow?

She didn’t dare ask aloud, but she accepted it quietly in her heart.

Immediately, she said, “I’m sorry, Miss Yan. I didn’t know your husband had passed away.”

Miss Yan: …

Ah Lai, earnest: “Don’t worry, Miss Yan. Since you’ve chosen me, I won’t let you down. Ah Lai can do it all!”

She rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the watering can, full of boundless energy. “I can do all the chores at home.”

Miss Yan was speechless at first, then burst into laughter. “We already have staff for that. You don’t need to.”

Ah Lai’s jaw dropped. “Ah? Then I’m just freeloading? I don’t have to do anything, Miss Yan?”

The woman took her hand gently. “Not exactly.”

Stay with me. Stay with the baby. We’ve never truly had a day as a family of three.

Miss Yan’s fingers brushed over hers, lightly rubbing between her index and middle fingers. Ah Lai’s face flamed instantly, her heart skipping—she realized she wasn’t expected to do nothing.

The Alpha’s head dipped, ears turning pink. In Miss Yan’s careless yet suggestive touch, she finally understood—flustered, shy, but enlightened.

She clenched her fists in determination. She would work hard, serve Miss Yan well, and make sure Miss Yan was always satisfied!