After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 6

Yan Qingruo’s words cut sharply through the fragile warmth of the dining table.

Her marriage to Jin Yunxi—this hollow arrangement in exchange for impersonating Yan Qingmei—was never her idea in the first place.

The Yan family had promised her fifty million up front, while Jin Yunxi was to pay the other fifty million afterward. In total, Yan Qingruo would walk away with a hundred million.

Jin Yunxi froze at her words, just for a heartbeat. Then she crossed her arms, cast Yan Qingruo a fleeting, chilly glance, and the air in the room seemed to congeal.

Just when Yan Qingruo thought she might refuse to sign, even regret the fifty million already spent, Jin Yunxi pressed her lips into a thin line, picked up the pen, and scrawled her name across the page without sparing her another look.

At that exact moment, her phone rang, breaking the silence. Jin Yunxi reached for her cane, stood, and said in an even, detached tone:

“As you wish. A month from now, we’ll be officially divorced.”

Her words were polished, polite even—but her retreating back carried an inexplicable loneliness. Yan Qingruo’s chest tightened with a fleeting pang, only to push the thought away with a sharp breath.

After all, the echoes of Jin Yunxi’s earlier mockery were still fresh in her ears. Jin Yunxi—powerful, unyielding—how could she ever be lonely?

And yet, that first image of her in a wheelchair, quiet and desolate, lingered vividly in her memory.

Yan Qingruo clenched the divorce papers so tightly her knuckles went pale. The chandelier above scattered shadows across her lashes, fractured like broken glass.

Meanwhile, the frost radiating off Jin Yunxi after signing left her driver trembling. Following a phone call, she was taken straight to the Jin family’s grand estate.

Her so-called father had summoned her, saying there was something important to discuss. A project head was waiting there as well.

The moment she stepped inside the mansion, the chill seeped into her bones. The Jin estate was cold all year round—like an ice cellar.

Jin Hua, whose body always ran hot, refused to use heating in winter. He disliked stuffy warmth.

This time, he had called her home to pressure her about marriage and children. His eldest daughter had married Yan Qingmei for some time now, yet there was still no sign of a pregnancy. Wasn’t it common knowledge that Omegas conceived easily?

The truth of the bride swap—Yan Qingruo taking her sister’s place—was known only to a handful in the Yan family and to Jin Yunxi herself. Not even Jin Hua was aware.

He sighed in frustration. His younger daughter, Jin Yunhan, though an Alpha, still had no romantic prospects. She resisted every arranged meeting, insisting she already had someone in her heart. But whenever he asked who, she stubbornly refused to answer.

With no third generation in sight, Jin Hua’s patience was running thin.

The instant Jin Yunxi stepped across the threshold, the cold bit into her leg, souring her expression further.

“Elder Sister! You’re here.”

Jin Yunhan hurried forward, all obedience and bright smiles, reaching to take her arm. But Jin Yunxi shoved her off with a single, cutting word squeezed between her lips:

“Scram.”

Her loathing for Jin Yunhan was bone-deep—born of bloodlines. The girl was her half-sister, product of their father’s betrayal. Back when Jin Hua had considered divorcing her mother to bring his mistress into the house, her mother had fallen gravely ill, eventually passing away in grief.

From then on, every trace of Jin Yunhan was a thorn in her side.

Jin Hua had never truly intended for Yunxi to inherit the Jin Corporation. His eldest daughter, though capable, was crippled. His new wife, forever whispering in his ear, schemed to place her own child in power.

But when Jin Yunxi rose to the office of Secretary-General, the weight of her authority silenced opposition. The board, ever opportunistic, backed her to serve as acting president.

Even so, Jin Hua bristled, forever nitpicking her performance, hoping she would eventually collapse under the pressure and hand the reins to his younger daughter.

Now, after pestering her about marriage, he pressed about children. Jin Yunxi’s patience thinned to a razor’s edge.

“I didn’t come here to waste time on your nonsense,” she said coldly.

She didn’t even bother to call him “Father.” To her, he was no more than Jin Hua—no courtesy left.

His face flushed beet-red, veins bulging on his neck.

“You ungrateful wretch!” he roared, snatching her cane as if to strike her.

Jin Yunhan darted between them. One hand gripped her sister’s arm to steady her; the other braced against her father’s blows. The cane lashed across her own body with a sharp crack.

“Father!” she cried, desperate.

“Out of my way!” Jin Hua bellowed, swinging again.

Tears welled in Jin Yunhan’s eyes. “If you hurt her, what will the Queen think when she sees our Secretary-General bruised and battered? Do you want our family to be laughed at?”

Jin Hua’s eyes bulged like copper bells. “Even if she is Secretary-General, she is still my daughter,” he spat, his fury mounting.

Jin Yunxi’s expression turned glacial.

“I am my mother’s daughter,” she said, her voice like a blade. “She bore me, raised me. And you? What have you ever contributed—besides a single sperm cell? Instead of raising your hand to me, why don’t you learn to keep your own in check, stop dragging strays into this house?”

The words sliced clean and cruel.

Though Jin Yunhan shielded her and returned her cane, Jin Yunxi still refused to soften, taking it with a curt nod and stalking away.

Her stepmother, Li Chunhua, flinched at the insult. Watching her own daughter take the blows, she wanted to protest, but fear sealed her lips.

On the staircase, Yunxi’s gaze cut across her like a knife, cold and venomous. Li Chunhua shuddered, guilt heavy in her chest.

“Mistresses will always be mistresses,” Yunxi sneered.

The color drained from Li Chunhua’s face, her lips trembling with restrained rage. She dared not reply, glancing helplessly at her daughter instead.

Jin Yunhan’s expression soured. She bit her lip, hurried to catch up, and reached again for Jin Yunxi’s arm—only to be shrugged off.

“Even if you play at being a family,” Jin Yunxi hissed, “you’re nothing but cuckoos stealing another’s nest.”

Jin Yunhan lowered her lashes. At twenty, she was now a lithe university student in a pleated white skirt and soft blue cardigan, doll-like features brightened by youth.

Tall for a woman, at 1.73 meters, she was an S-class Alpha—strong, whole, unbroken. Unlike her sister.

As Jin Yunxi labored up the stairs, Jin Yunhan followed close, fussing. “Careful, Sister. Let me take you somewhere warmer.”

Her grip was unyielding, almost clingy. Childhood memories resurfaced—Yunxi’s old disdain, her scoldings that had reduced Jin Yunhan to tears. Yet Jin Yunhan had trailed after her like a shadow, eager for affection.

Back then, she had been a chubby little girl, round-faced and rosy. When Yunxi had first presented as Alpha, Jin Yunhan had clapped with joy, delighted to have a strong elder sister to rely on.

But after differentiating as an Alpha herself, the weight of expectation slimmed her down. When Yunxi offhandedly remarked she was “too thin,” she had thrown herself into training, reshaping herself into the lean, athletic figure she bore now.

Her attentiveness now, though, grated.

“Enough,” Yunxi said curtly as they reached the top.

“Yes, Sister,” Yunhan answered meekly.

“Where’s this ‘warm place’ you mentioned?”

“Come with me.”

To Yunxi’s displeasure, Yunhan led her into her own room. She turned to leave, but Yunhan’s eyes shimmered, wet and pleading.

She quickly rolled forward a luxury massage chair, explaining, “You know Father forbids heating. But here… I risked it. For you.”

She knelt before Yunxi, raising her face with pitiful fragility. “Don’t you even care that I took those blows for you?”

She tugged up her sleeve, revealing a red welt.

Yunxi frowned faintly, rubbing her own aching knee.

Yunhan, seizing the chance, reached to massage her leg with practiced ease.

The room was warm—too warm—as if prepared solely for Yunxi’s arrival. Yunhan’s hands were careful, gentle, but cloying.

Yunxi’s gaze dropped to the nape of her sister’s neck. No suppressant patch.

Of course. They were both Alphas. No need for one.

And yet… something was off. Her eyes drifted down to the fit of Yunhan’s jeans. She froze.

Alphas didn’t manifest glands outside their heat cycles. She herself had never experienced such changes. Her illness, the surgeries, had left her with half-ruined glands and none of the anatomical burden Alphas often cursed.

For her, it had been a blessing—freedom from heat, from desire, from complication.

Desire was messy. Heat cycles were messy. Even Omegas’ ruts were messy.

That was why she preferred Beta Yan Qingruo. Simple. Uncomplicated.

She had never despised Betas; if anything, she felt closer to them than to her own kind.

But now, with Yunhan’s soft hands on her leg, unease coiled in her gut.

“Stop.”

Her voice cracked like a whip, sharp and cutting.

Yunhan flinched, eyes wide, lips trembling. “Sister… what’s wrong?”

For a split second, absurdity crashed over Yunxi like a wave. She gripped the armrest, stood, and spat out the words:

“Your mother debased herself. Must you be so cheap as well?”

Cruel words. Ugly words.

But Jin Yunhan only blinked, as though deaf to the insult. “Was my massage not good enough?”

Yunxi’s lips curled in a bitter smile. “Your sister-in-law does it better. I don’t need anyone else.”

Jin Yunhan lowered her eyes. “Sister… do you truly intend to have a child with Miss Yan?”

“Yes,” Jin Yunxi answered flatly.

“That’s impossible,” Jin Yunhan murmured suddenly.

Jin Yunxi’s brows knit. “What do you mean, impossible?”

Jin Yunhan’s gaze flickered to the scar at her neck, then dropped again, silent.

Yunxi gave a mirthless laugh. “Because I’m disabled? There’s always IVF. I don’t mind fulfilling Father’s little dream.”

Her words were edged with irony, but Yunhan’s bowed head hid her expression.

Irritation mounting, Yunxi welcomed the distraction when work matters called her downstairs. By the time the issue was settled, two hours had slipped by.

She checked her phone. A message from Yan Qingruo, sent hours ago: At the supermarket. Want me to pick up anything for you?

The icy weight of the Jin estate eased for the first time. Her lips curved faintly. She dialed Qingruo’s number—only to meet silence. No connection.

A gnawing unease coiled in her chest.

Then, her butler Ivy’s voice burst through the line:

“Bad news, Madam Jin!”

Jin Yunxi’s heart plummeted.