After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 68

Dr. Yaqi’s lips bloomed like red plum blossoms, leaving a trail of scarlet marks along Yuan Liu’s collarbone. That streak of crimson seemed almost alive, restless, meandering downward until it branded the fullness of her pale skin.

Yuan Liu cradled Yaqi’s head in both hands, breathless moans slipping from her lips.

“Ding, ding, ding—Incoming call from Jin Yunxi.”

Yaqi frowned, snatched up her phone, and was about to toss it aside without looking. The bluish glow of the screen reflected their tangled shadows across the sheets.

Suppressing a gasp, Yuan Liu murmured, “Jin Yunxi—she’d better have a damn good reason—”

Reluctantly, Yaqi hit the speaker button. Her voice was languid, tinged with impatience.

“Secretary-General Jin, calling about Yan Qingruo again? It’s nothing serious. Just have her rest, keep her emotions stable, avoid overstimulation. A few more herbal soaks and she’ll be fine.”

She pouted inwardly. What, was she not allowed to have a nightlife anymore?

Jin Yunxi had been disturbing her so much lately that she’d started dreaming about it—dreams where she’d transmigrated into some CEO romance novel, doomed to play the on-call doctor at the beck and call of a domineering president.

And when she looked up in those dreams, that president’s face had morphed into Jin Yunxi’s. She, Yaqi, had become nothing more than Yunxi’s live-in physician dog.

A doctor could tolerate that. But a doctor’s girlfriend? Absolutely not.

Yuan Liu, cigarette between her lips, pushed herself upright. The fiery-red slip she wore slid off one shoulder as she cast a sidelong glance at the phone.

“President Jin, if you don’t have a nightlife, that’s on you. We certainly do.”

For once, Jin Yunxi was speechless. After a pause, she finally said, “I’m not calling about Yan Qingruo. Do you have the latest Alpha suppressant? I need it urgently—immediate effect.”

Clack! The call was cut off without mercy.

Yunxi blinked, momentarily stunned, until a message came through—Yaqi had sent a photo of her and Yuan Liu holding hands with the caption: No single dogs allowed.

Another followed: The latest suppressant will be delivered tomorrow. A must-have for lonely, desperate single mutts.

In truth, neither of them had ever hoped more than in that moment that Yan Qingruo would hurry up and claim Jin Yunxi once and for all. Please, just reconcile already, you two!

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The next day, Yuan Liu strutted in on stiletto heels, the hem of her red dress brushing against the doorframe.

“This time I’ve delivered it personally. How do you plan to thank me?” She leaned across the desk, smiling, the suppressant box in hand. Getting this latest formula had cost her no small effort.

Jin Yunxi remained absorbed in the instructions, skimming line after line. Their shoulders brushed lightly, unintentionally close.

Then—a chill prickled down her spine. She lifted her gaze and froze.

Yan Qingruo stood silently at the doorway. The woman’s eyes, usually limpid as autumn waters, now held a faint frosty haze as they swept over the scene before her.

Her pale fingertips tightened against her sleeve, the fabric rasping softly against the sofa—deliberately subtle, yet sharp enough to cut through the air.

In an instant, her mind replayed a memory from years ago at the meteorological station. It was this same woman who had greeted Ah Yun. Flashbulbs had captured them in ambiguous poses, Yunxi even smiling faintly, not once letting go of her hand.

“Yunxi, the injection technique this time is a little different from before. Do you need me to demonstrate with the needle?” Yuan Liu asked sweetly—daring to address her as “Yunxi.”

“Cough, cough, cough…” A frail coughing fit broke the moment.

“Ah Yun, I’m thirsty,” Yan Qingruo said pitifully, eyes wide and watery.

“Pour it yourself.” Yunxi turned her head away, ignoring the woman’s pleading gaze.

“Ah Yun, my wound hurts…” she whispered again.

Yuan Liu’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Seems I’ve come at a bad time.”

“Perfect timing,” Yunxi countered with a small jerk of her chin. “Her check-up’s yours.”

As soon as a work call pulled Yunxi away, only Yuan Liu and Yan Qingruo remained. The latter finally gathered the strength to speak.

“You and Ah Yun…”

Drawing out her words, Yuan Liu teased, “I’ve known Yunxi for years—longer than you and Yan Qingmei, that’s for sure.”

At that, the light drained from Qingruo’s eyes.

With a laugh, Yuan Liu covered her mouth and reached out a hand. “Oh, come now. Miss Yan, nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Yaqi’s girlfriend. I’m a doctor too.”

“A doctor? I thought you were a host.” Qingruo tilted her head, blinking in confusion. The woman before her—sharp-featured like a European model—had drawn her notice from the moment she entered, especially the easy familiarity she shared with Ah Yun.

She stirred her fruit tea with lowered lashes, ice clinking loudly against glass. She had recognized her instantly—the very same woman Yunxi had once met at the TV station, the one photographed clinging to her arm. How was it that now she was suddenly a doctor? And so close with Ah Yun? What exactly was their relationship?

Yuan Liu chuckled inwardly before explaining the truth in detail.

“So, Ah Yun posed with you on purpose back then—just to make me jealous?” Qingruo’s eyes lit faintly as she fixed her gaze on her.

“Exactly.” Yuan Liu laughed softly. “She wanted you jealous, but ended up the more jealous one herself. Just because Shu Xiyue was a doctor, she couldn’t stand the sight of me and Yaqi for a while.”

She went on to describe how Yunxi had gone quiet for a long stretch after Qingruo left on that flight with Shu Xiyue.

She had meant it to soothe Qingruo. But instead, the woman bit her lip, eyes reddening until tears rimmed her lashes. A moment later, she lifted her head and offered Yuan Liu a grateful smile.

“Thank you… for telling me this.”

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After Yuan Liu left, Yunxi sat on the bed, fumbling with the suppressant injection. She hadn’t slept all night, dark circles shadowing her eyes. It was all Qingruo’s fault—teasing her in the bath, only to flee shyly at the last moment.

“Ah Yun, let me do it for you? Dr. Yuan already taught me the technique.” A gentle voice drifted from behind. Qingruo’s slender hand took the injector, guiding Yunxi to sit on the bed’s edge while she herself knelt gracefully behind.

Knowing the truth had calmed her. She was no longer fighting her at every turn.

The cool liquid seeped slowly into Yunxi’s glands. She exhaled in relief as the turbulence in her body eased at last.

Just as she reached for the suppressant patch, a warm breath brushed against her freshly injected gland, carrying a faint night-blooming jasmine fragrance.

Qingruo’s rosy lips hovered close, blowing lightly.

“Yan Qingruo!” Yunxi snapped, annoyed—she had only just managed to settle herself.

Snap! The patch was pressed firmly into place. Qingruo slid around to sit obediently in her lap, arms looped around her neck, clinging to her like a vine.

“Ah Yun, you know I like you… don’t you?” Her eyes sparkled as she tilted her head.

“…Mm.” Yunxi’s lips pressed tight, forcing back the upward curve threatening to escape.

“Ah Yun, I like it when you get jealous over me.”

Yunxi was struck speechless. What a peculiar thing to enjoy.

“Let me see it again next time, please?”

“No.” Yunxi cut her off coldly. “Yan Qingruo, what kind of strange kink is that supposed to be…”

Though her words said otherwise, the corners of her lips curved upward unconsciously.

“Of course.” Yan Qingruo pouted, then planted a quick “mwah” on Jin Yunxi’s lips. “Ah Yun looks so cute when you’re jealous. I love it.”

She tilted her head, brows knitting in thought. Her heart wrestled with itself—how could she make Ah Yun jealous again? But at the same time, she worried. She had only just won her over; if she pushed too far and stirred up too much jealousy, what if Ah Yun ended up leaving?

Just then, the doorbell chimed.

A soft, milky child’s voice came bouncing in with quick, light steps. “Mommy!”

The little figure who entered was lively like a bunny, but after a few skips, she froze. “Eh? Ah Lai-jiejie is here too.”

Her doll-like face was framed with soft round cheeks and sparkling, watery eyes. Look closely—her features were almost a miniature version of Jin Yunxi’s.

She had asked to see her mommy. Grandma had brought her over but left right away.

“Mommy, why are you sitting on Jiejie’s lap? That’s heavy, you know. Shu Mommy said it’s not good.” The little one spoke in her soft, childish lilt, her serious little face like a tiny grown-up. Her rosy lips pouted as she earnestly repeated the rules that Shu Mommy and Grandma had taught her.

“Shu Mommy?” Jin Yunxi narrowed her eyes, her brows furrowing into a knot as her expression darkened, the brewing of a storm in silence.

“Get up,” she said under her breath to Yan Qingruo, who was still sitting on her lap. “Didn’t you hear Shu Mommy’s daughter?”

Her teeth clenched as she deliberately stressed the words “Shu Mommy’s daughter.”

The air instantly soured with jealousy.

Perfect. Her own daughter called her “Jiejie” while calling someone else “Mommy.”

“Ningning, come here~” Yan Qingruo didn’t get upset. She simply beckoned with a smile, her voice gentle and warm.

The little girl’s eyes lit up, and like a happy little bird, she hopped straight into her mommy’s arms.

Mother and daughter nestled together, whispering secrets with their heads close. Ningning cupped her hands around her mouth like a little trumpet, whispering into Yan Qingruo’s ear, as though afraid Jin Yunxi might overhear.

Her gem-like black eyes sparkled with mischief, sneaking glances at Jin Yunxi now and then, brimming with curiosity and expectation.

Jin Yunxi’s ears twitched slightly. She gave a low hum, turned on her heel, and headed for the door, her chest tight with frustration.

But before her long legs could cross the threshold, two chubby little hands clung to her thigh. “Mommy! Mother!” The sweet voice rang through the room, clearer than a golden oriole’s call.

“You… what did you just call me?” Jin Yunxi froze, lips trembling.

Knowing was one thing. Hearing it with her own ears was another.

The little one’s eyes sparkled with innocence as she spread her arms wide. “I’ll tell you… if you give me a hug.”

Adorable as a kitten yearning for its mother’s embrace.

Something feather-light brushed across Jin Yunxi’s heart, soft and tender.

Slowly, she crouched down and reached out, playfully tapping her daughter’s nose.

Ningning immediately wrapped her arms around her neck, nuzzling close as she cooed, “Mother, Ningning wants to play airplane.”

“Airplane?” Jin Yunxi blinked.

“Mm! Shu-auntie used to play with me, lifting me up and flying me around. Doesn’t Mother know how?” The little girl tilted her head back, eyes sparkling with anticipation, her rosy cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Heh.” Jin Yunxi’s lips curled faintly. How could she possibly lose to that ridiculous Shu Xiyue?

She tightened her arms and lifted the girl high into the air, spinning her gently. Ningning squealed with delight, her giggles bubbling over.

When the airplane game ended, Jin Yunxi received a loud smacking kiss on her cheek—a stamped seal of approval—followed by a solemn declaration:

“Mommy, you really are my mother.” She leaned in close to whisper conspiratorially, “Before, I thought mommy just meant kitty-cat.”

From her babbling, Jin Yunxi pieced the truth together: in Ningning’s heart, Shu Xiyue had never truly been “Mommy.”

At first, Ningning had thought she was born from Yan Qingruo alone. As she grew, she began pestering her mommy about who her other parent was. Ever since returning with Song Mei, she’d been clamoring to meet this missing “mother.” Only today had she finally grasped what Mommy meant.

Looking at the innocent, lovable child before her, a wave of emotion surged in Jin Yunxi’s chest. This was her daughter—their child. The resemblance was uncanny; those features, that playful sparkle in her eyes, even the way she whined and clung—it all carried Yan Qingruo’s shadow.

The feeling was strange yet familiar, as though fate had tied an invisible thread, binding the three of them tightly together.

For Ningning, it was the first time meeting her other mother, and she couldn’t have been happier. From the very first glance at Jin Yunxi, that instinctive bond of blood had pulled her close, magnetic and unshakable.

She clung tightly to Jin Yunxi’s hand, unwilling to let go for even a second, her childish chatter spilling endlessly—dreaming aloud of always being with her two mommies.

Jin Yunxi’s heart softened, warmed by the weight of that dependence and trust.

But then another thought flickered—this might well be one of Yan Qingruo’s little schemes… though she couldn’t be sure.

That night, when the rooms were divided, Jin Yunxi took her own, leaving Qingruo and Ningning together.

She lay in bed, but her ears strained toward the faint sounds from the next room.

Before long, a tiny figure waddled in on short legs, tugging insistently. “Mommy and Mommy, and Ningning—we have to sleep together!”

How could Mother sleep alone? She wanted both parents with her!

The little one held tight to Yan Qingruo’s hand, stubbornly pulling her along like a determined duckling.

Qingruo let herself be dragged, her eyes darting everywhere but at Jin Yunxi—ceiling, floor, anywhere else. Her lashes fluttered as she stammered, “Ah Yun… this… this wasn’t me. I didn’t teach her.”

“Yes! Mommy didn’t tell me anything, Mommy doesn’t know either!” Ningning jumped to her defense, nodding furiously. “Mommy just said she was cold, and Mommy, you’re always warm, so I pulled Mommy over. If the three of us sleep together, it’ll be extra warm!” She tilted her little head, her voice innocent and sweet.

Her pink lips pouted and curved just like Qingruo’s whenever she acted coy—uncanny, like two peas in a pod.

Caught and “betrayed” by her own daughter, Yan Qingruo’s cheeks flushed, her lashes lowering, avoiding the Alpha’s gaze.

Jin Yunxi reached out to stroke Ningning’s face, her voice soft as a sigh. “Alright.”

She fetched an extra quilt from the cabinet. “You share one with Mommy, and I’ll take another. The more blankets, the warmer we’ll be.”

So the three of them lay down, two quilts separating them, with enough space in the middle for another person to fit.

Qingruo turned her head toward Jin Yunxi, while Ningning snuggled into her arms, patting her mommy’s hand. Her little lips pressed to her ear, whispering with a mischievous giggle:

“Mommy, don’t worry—I’ve got magic candy as a weapon, hehe!”

With that, she was certain she could make her lonely mommy swoosh right over to Mommy’s side—stuck fast, never to be pulled apart again.