After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 71

Jin Yunhan’s pale knuckles clutched desperately at Jin Yunxi’s sleeve, so tightly she seemed about to tear the fabric apart. Her eyes brimmed with tears, just one sob away from spilling over.

She looked utterly pitiful, like someone beaten down and humiliated with nowhere to turn.

Jin Yunxi arched a brow. This expression—like a bullied stray puppy—was something her younger sister only ever showed as a child, when Yunxi occasionally teased her into begging for mercy.

But Yunhan, with her sharp, needling personality, wasn’t the type to let herself be pushed around. Normally, she’d fight back twice as hard. So why now, why this frantic urge to escape? Had she crossed someone truly formidable—someone even stronger than Yunxi herself?

Yan Qingruo’s gaze slid quietly to the suspicious red mark on Yunhan’s neck. The mingling scents of violet and lemon-mint lingered faintly in the air. She wordlessly pushed her bowl aside, fingers tracing the rim of her cup, unease stirring inside her.

A terrible suspicion began to take root, though it seemed absurd. That person was determined to have Ah Yun—how could she possibly be entangled with Yunxi’s sister…

“What happened?” Yunxi’s voice cooled as she pried Yunhan’s hands from her sleeve without mercy. “Speak properly. Don’t make such a scene.”

“I…” Yunhan opened her mouth, wanting to blurt out: The Queen mistook me for you, jie. I was marked—no, worse—I went and recklessly, stupidly, deeply marked Lin Ruxi in return.

Uuugh… she was doomed. She’d be executed, her whole family destroyed. And Yunxi bore the same surname—her sister couldn’t possibly abandon her.

But at the last second, she hesitated. Even Yunxi didn’t know the Queen was an Omega. If she revealed it rashly, wouldn’t that put her sister in danger too? Better to keep her in the dark—the less she knew, the safer she’d be.

“N-nothing. Sister, I just… want to go abroad for a while.”

Yunxi rejected her without hesitation. Yunhan was loyal to the Jin family now, and capable too. And Yunxi had only just reconciled with Yan Qingruo—she had no intention of drowning herself in work again. Her sister could shoulder more of it.

To put it bluntly: President Jin, in love, wanted nothing more than to slack off.

Yunhan bit back her misery, face clouded with gloom, and trudged away.

As she walked, she instinctively reached to steady her head. Wuwuwu… my head’s still on my shoulders for now, but who knows how long I can keep it there…

“Your sister seemed… off today.” Yan Qingruo’s tone wavered. Through the mess of Yunhan’s hair, she’d glimpsed the faint bite mark at the back of her neck. Memories of her own mistaken kidnapping resurfaced, and her impression of Yunhan remained far from favorable. Anyone who had once coveted Jin Yunxi never sat well with her.

The sound of retreating footsteps faded. The kitchen-dining room slowly filled again with gentle clinks and soft rustles.

Yunxi twirled a strand of Qingruo’s wavy hair around her finger, an arm firm around her waist as she drew her into her chest. Her breath brushed hot across the shell of Qingruo’s ear, tinged with teasing warmth:

“Now then… time to settle the score for being interrupted.”

With that, she pulled Qingruo onto her lap, making her sit securely. Guiding Qingruo’s hand back around her neck, she cocked a brow.

“It’s just us now. Wife, what was it you wanted to do to me a moment ago?”
Shall we continue?

Pressed between the table and Yunxi’s steady heartbeat, Qingruo caught sight of their overlapping silhouettes reflected in the surface of the porridge.
“Mm… I forgot.” Her lashes fluttered innocently.

“Really?”

Yunxi curled her lip, winding a lock of her hair around her finger. Her cedar-scented pheromones softened the air, brushing against Qingruo’s feigned-innocent face.

Qingruo deflected, “Ah Yun, the porridge’s gone cold. Let’s eat—mmph!”
Yunxi’s palm pressed her closer, her teeth catching Qingruo’s lower lip and swallowing the rest of her words.

“Don’t want porridge~”

Right now, what was porridge compared to the sweetness of her wife?

Her chest brimmed with tender affection. The kiss deepened, irresistible and warm. Her tongue coaxed Qingruo’s lips apart. The white porcelain bowl clinked faintly as it was pushed aside.

Qingruo’s hands found Yunxi’s shoulders, tilting up instinctively. But when her fingers brushed the back of Yunxi’s neck, she faltered—remembering Yunhan’s gland, the angry mark, and that haunting violet scent.

“What’s on your mind?” Yunxi’s lips glistened as she pulled back, voice low and coaxing. Dissatisfied, she nipped Qingruo’s lip again, tracing her tongue slowly over the reddened softness. Her breath fell husky against her:

“Distracted? That deserves punishment.”

“Nothing,” Qingruo whispered, prying just a sliver of space between them. Lifting her gaze, she met Yunxi’s with unguarded longing, then looped her arms around her waist again, fingertips stroking along her back until there was no distance left at all. “I was thinking of you.”

A sharp clink rang out as a porcelain spoon slipped to the floor. Neither of them spared it a glance.

Yunxi’s hand glided upward, snake-like and tender, every movement steeped in affection. Under her touch, Qingruo felt as fragile and precious as a rare bloom. She lifted her onto the edge of the table, biting at her lips with a playful murmur, her voice husky and spoiled:

“Wife, I’m hungry. Only if you feed me will I be full. My wife’s the best.”

Qingruo’s lips quirked as she tugged Yunxi’s collar. “Such a sweet mouth.” Her words dissolved under another consuming kiss.

“Qingruo-jie’s mouth is the sweetest.”

Hearing her call her jie—sister—brought a flush of memory. Yunxi only ever teased her that way in bed, and the recollection made her smile helplessly sweet. Accompanied by her Alpha’s deep, fervent kisses, it felt as though Yunxi wanted to swallow her whole, their tongues entwining, stealing every last trace of sweetness.

“Though… that’s not the way I meant to be fed.” Yunxi’s laugh was low, skirt hem rustling as it was lifted. In her eyes—so cold to everyone else—burned a desire that made Qingruo blush from ear to ear. It was a hunger reserved for her alone. It made her heart swell with both pride and bliss. Yunxi was just about to lower her head—

Outside the door, Yunhan had turned back one last time, only to catch a glimpse through the narrow crack. Her face burned at the sight.

In the past, she might’ve thought she’d feel jealous.

But watching Qingruo’s gentle kisses on her sister, the tenderness and romance in the scene… she could only swallow down bitterness.

All she could see in her own mind was Queen Lin Ruxi: blindfolding her, gripping her head, biting her lips, consuming every breath of air in her mouth with overwhelming force.

Wuwuwu… why did it feel like she was the one who’d been overpowered?

…

Yunhan had barely spaced out for a few seconds when the security system chimed.

“Beep—Alert! The guest who just arrived has not left. Currently peeking through the door! Warning! Warning!”

Once again interrupted at the height of sweetness, a voice cold as ice came from inside:

“Jin Yunhan, get out!”

Clang! A golden bowl flew like a cannonball straight at her head. Jin Yunhan ducked in panic, clutching her head as she bolted for the door.

“I’ll go work overtime at the Jin Corporation right now!”

Wuwuwu, the outside world was terrifying—either she was forced to watch their displays of affection, or worse, dragged into… unspeakable things. For safety’s sake, she decided to hide at the company and even live there for a few months.

It would show her loyalty—and keep her little life intact.

“Leave her be.”

After being interrupted twice, Jin Yunxi was speechless. She drew in a long breath, forced herself to calm down, then shut every door inside the house to block out the outside world.

Since reconciling with Yan Qingruo, on one hand, she wanted to give her wife a strong sense of security; on the other, poor President Jin had been abstinent for three long years—her heats endured with nothing but cold suppressants.

Now that she finally had a day off, she wasn’t about to let go. Once she set her mind on clinging to her wife, not even nine oxen could drag her away.

“Baby,” she murmured, lips brushing close, “let’s try something different this time. You have to be a little more active.”

Just as she leaned in to kiss Yan Qingruo, something slipped from her pocket.

Yan Qingruo’s slender fingers picked it up and read softly, cheeks warming:

“‘XXX Ultra-Thin, Latest Model—Experience the Goddess’s Intimate Zero-Distance.’”

Her face flushed, though she forced herself to stay calm. “Ah Yun… you don’t want to… with me…?”

Jin Yunxi gently drew her onto her lap, holding her close, eyes tender yet firm. “Having baby Xining is enough. Besides…” She stopped short—because she knew all too well how painful childbirth was.

As she carefully put it on, Yan Qingruo felt an unexpected pang of loss. She thought perhaps Yunxi didn’t like children, didn’t want more with her… maybe didn’t want to tie their lives down that way.

But even that fleeting sadness couldn’t withstand the tide of passion that swept them onto the dining table.

Noticing her distraction, Yunxi held her tighter, fingers teasing her with both playfulness and concern. “What’s wrong?”

Hadn’t she just been so absorbed, calling out so loudly? Her voice now wasn’t merely sweet and lilting but wild and intoxicating—once a golden star anchor on television, her voice in this moment was exquisite, yet only Yunxi could hear it. Every day since they reconciled felt like a dream—Qingruo was even more clingy, more seductive than during her amnesiac days.

They lingered on the dining chair, still joined, chatting idly between kisses. Yunxi playfully bit into a tangerine segment and fed it into her wife’s lips. Qingruo chewed, then squirmed with a blush, trying to rise.

Thinking she’d had enough, Yunxi suddenly pinched her, then pushed her back down with a mischievous smack.

“Bad!” Qingruo gasped, brows furrowed like a delicate flower in the rain, trembling with beauty.

Yunxi panicked, worried she had gone too far, and eased back slightly. “Wife, what’s wrong?”

She’d taken all the precautions—there was no risk of pregnancy.

Qingruo’s face burned red. Biting her lip in shame, she braced against Yunxi’s shoulders and slowly stood up.

Yunxi’s gaze dropped, utterly spellbound, and blurted, “Yan Qingruo… are you made of water?”

A wet pop answered her. In an instant, she was drenched head to toe, the excess dripping down her thighs to the floor in a spreading pool.

Mortified, Qingruo pounced forward, covering her Alpha’s eyes with one hand, while the other pounded her in playful anger. “All your fault—you dare to say anything!”

Yunxi blinked in confusion. “My fault? Isn’t this just because of your… fountain physique? And this isn’t even a bad thing.”

With cheeks aflame, Qingruo leaned close, whispering by her ear, “It’s your size… and that extra… thing. You blocked me up so much it all backed out at once…”

Sure enough, Yunxi’s breath instantly grew rougher, her arousal reigniting. Qingruo’s lips curved slyly.

Tear—! The sound of a second packet being ripped open filled the air.

“Ruoruo-jie,” Yunxi’s voice was husky, teasing, “are you hungry?”

“…No.” Qingruo bit her lip, already regretting, her face flushed and luminous.

“I’m starving. Let’s go to the bedroom to finish breakfast. I’ll feed you myself… or maybe we can eat together?”

“You’re impossible!” she huffed, crimson to the ears. For the first time, Qingruo regretted reconciling so quickly. And yet, her heart ached with want—so much that she couldn’t resist. She clenched her teeth and demanded, “No more… protection.”

“Then we’ll stay right here.” Yunxi leaned in, suggesting in a whisper all those positions she’d long imagined but never tried.

“You’re terrible.” Yet even as she said so, she obediently leaned over the table, face flushed, lifting her hips high.

When Yunxi hesitated, Qingruo grew shy and anxious, releasing her face from her hands just enough to peek, and urged softly, “Hurry up.”

“As you command.”

The instant she entered, Qingruo felt the thin barrier still in the way. Frustration welled in her chest. This liar… does she really not want to… bare with me?

But her half-formed reproach drowned under the waves of rhythm. Reaching back, she tried to hold Yunxi in place, but her Alpha’s answer was to drive deeper, perfectly in sync.

Her cries scattered into breathless notes, rippling like a melody through the room, mingling with the air thick with their scent.

From the living room to the stairs, and finally into the bedroom, the sounds of their passion spread—pa, pa, pa—like a river overflowing into an endless stream.