After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 77.2 END

Perhaps their love, and their two beautiful daughters, were heaven’s gift to her—the sweetest exchange for all past suffering.

“Ah Yun, the wellness center abroad has such a lovely environment.”

She recalled the last time Xining video-called her grandmother—Song Mei sat by the tall window, pruning flowers, sunlight gilding her white hair in a soft halo.

With gentle eyes, Jin Yunxi said, “When Xining’s on break, let’s take her to see Grandma. All right?”

Her chin rested lightly on Yan Qingruo’s crown, gently rubbing against it as she breathed in the faint, elusive fragrance from her hair.

She understood the care hidden within that refusal—part of it her attachment to her mother, but even more so her cherishing of herself.

“Thank you, Ah Yun.”

With her eyes closed, the woman pressed her lips to hers. “I love you.”

In her heart, she had already loved her long before she even realized it herself. A love vowed for a lifetime, unchanging and unwavering.

Moonlight spilled into the bedroom through the gauzy curtains. Suddenly, Yan Qingruo sat up in bed, her eyes sparkling. “Ah Yun, I want to eat iced bayberries.”

Watching Lin Yunxi’s helpless yet doting expression, she wrapped her arms around her neck and whined, “Just one little box, please?”

“Cold foods during pregnancy will only upset your stomach.” Lin Yunxi pressed her gently back onto the pillow, her fingers massaging the soreness at her waist. “How about trying the jujube cake I just learned to make?”

When the woman continued to sulk, she bent down, lips brushing her flushed earlobe as she whispered, “Or… we could do something else to distract you?”

The first and last trimesters were off limits, but in between, it was perfectly fine.

Time blurred. Half-kneeling, Lin Yunxi carefully pulled her upright, cradling her in her arms, and while nuzzling her ear, she confessed the tenderness swelling in her chest:

“Ruoruo, my wife, I love you~”

…

The moon hung high among the willows. The branches swayed, whispering into the depths of the night. Only when the woman in her arms gradually relaxed did Lin Yunxi smile, kissing the damp strands of hair at her temple and the tears shimmering at the corner of her eye.

“Still craving bayberries?”

“You’re terrible…” Yan Qingruo buried her face into her neck, but secretly hooked their fingers together. “Tomorrow morning, I want double walnuts in the jujube cake.”

…

By morning, the jujube cake was ready—with double walnuts as promised. But along with it came triple, quadruple, fivefold, sixfold joy as well.

“Mm… lighter, please…”

…

When their baby was born, Lin Yunxi named their younger daughter “Muqing”—for she would forever admire and cherish Yan Qingruo.

Yan Qingruo smiled and added the surname “Lin,” making it Lin Muqing.

Their first daughter was Yan Xining, the second Lin Muqing. Within those names, they wove together their blessings and their love—crystallized in their children.

The postpartum chamber door was left half open. Night-blooming jasmine mingled with the rich steam of medicinal soups, drifting into the hall.

Yan Qingmei’s grip on her suitcase handle tightened abruptly. Through the narrow crack, she caught sight of the once-proud, aloof Lin Yunxi, now kneeling on one knee before the bed, a silver spoon raised to her sister’s lips, feeding her jujube porridge.

Her long hair fell softly, brushing against the corners of eyes curved with tender laughter.

“Be good, just one more bite. One more.”

That coaxing, impossibly gentle voice nearly made Yan Qingmei stumble.

Her sister Yunxi—had never spoken to her like that.

Deep in her memory, years ago at the Yan household, the first time she laid eyes on Lin Yunxi, she had been utterly captivated.

“Do you like her?” her reclusive elder sister had asked, dangling bait before her. “I have a memory. If you agree to my terms, I can make her notice you.”

And so, she brazenly stole what should have been Yan Qingruo’s first encounter with Lin Yunxi. She won Yunxi’s attention, even began a romance with her. But at most, they only ever held hands.

Whenever she clung too tightly, Lin Yunxi would stop, tap her nose playfully, and say, “Qingmei, don’t fuss.”

That indulgent “don’t fuss” had tricked her into believing she held a place in Lin Yunxi’s heart. But she never noticed how little warmth truly shone in those eyes.

Once, when she tried to kiss her, Lin Yunxi turned her head away, awkward and cold. “Too soon, Qingmei. Let’s wait until marriage.”

She had said it with such composure, with the aloof grace of a flower on a high peak, that Yan Qingmei mistook her cold distance for her nature—believing Yunxi would never lower her noble head for anyone.

But now… those very fingers carefully brushed porridge from Yan Qingruo’s lips, gentle as though cradling fragile glass.

At the bedside lay a postpartum care manual, every page filled with meticulous notes in Lin Yunxi’s hand. It stabbed at Yan Qingmei’s chest. Love could make even the proudest bow their heads—only, she was not the one loved.

The suitcase wheels thudded softly against the carpet as Yan Qingmei turned away in silence. To barge in now would only make Yunxi despise her further—just as every attempt she’d made to tell the truth in the past had been met with rejection, not even granted a chance to speak.

Looking back, it was clear: the fat paycheck that lured her, the cold director who took her phone, the endless months of confinement on set—those “golden opportunities” had been nothing more than a beautiful cage woven by Yan Qingruo.

She had wanted to escape but couldn’t. Never had she imagined Yan Qingruo would go to such lengths—spending so much, just to keep her from returning home, just to stop her from telling Yunxi the truth.

So that was how much Yan Qingruo cared for Lin Yunxi.

And when at last she managed to return, when she was ready to reveal everything—this scene before her told her all she needed. Truth was meaningless. Perhaps Yunxi had always known. But their love had grown so deep, so boundless, that resentment had already melted away.

The answer she had clung to so desperately was nothing before a love where both gave their all.

Perhaps this was fate. What was never hers would always be nothing but foolish longing. From that very first meeting by the Rhine, the script had already been written. With a bitter smile, she realized she was destined to remain only a footnote in someone else’s love story.

One last look at the two nestled so intimately inside, and she released her clenched fingers. It was time to let go. Some obsessions had to be shed—just as calluses would one day wear smooth. On her own path, she would shine with a light uniquely her own.

This time, she wanted to be the heroine of her own film.

Outside the airplane window, clouds were bathed in sunset gold when a voice beside her pulled her back to reality.

“Miss Yan, you’re headed to Country A as well?” The woman’s slender finger tapped her tablet, her gaze sharp as an eagle’s beneath dark sunglasses.

Yan Qingmei blinked. “Su Yuening?”

They struck up a conversation mid-flight.

Upon learning that Su Yuening was job-hunting and several headhunting firms were vying for her, Yan Qingmei bit her lip. “President Su, would you consider becoming my manager?”

Her eyes fell on the diamond brooch pinned at Su Yuening’s collar. The diamond was cold, yet the brooch elegant and gentle.

A strange, contradictory pairing—just like Su Yuening herself.

Yan Qingmei recalled her exploits beside Lin Yunxi: how the business world called her the “Smiling Yama,” “the tycoon slayer.” Many titans had fallen before her practiced methods—some to ruin, others to despair.

Her heart stirred. This woman was formidable. If she could dominate commerce, surely she could stir storms in the entertainment world as well. Would she agree to shift fields and fight alongside her?

Su Yuening arched a brow, lips curving into a faint smile as she set aside her tablet. “I’m expensive. I doubt Miss Yan can afford me.”

“I can.” Yan Qingmei met her gaze steadily, recalling the termination contract locked in her drawer.

Su Yuening leaned in suddenly, her perfume brushing against Yan Qingmei’s senses, making her heart skip. Could a Beta smell this enticing—more intoxicating than any pheromone?

“Within a year, I’ll make you an international star,” she whispered against her ear, her voice hot and tempting. “But my price… isn’t just money.”

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When Jin Yunhan moved into the palace, Jin Yunxi dropped the bowl of medicinal soup in her hand. The sister who had trailed behind her since childhood, who had never lifted a finger for chores—was now cooking for someone else.

Just ten minutes earlier—

“Jie, what’ve you been up to lately?”

Jin Yunxi blinked at the WeChat message, almost doubting her eyes. Yunhan, with free time? Unbelievable.

These days, Yunhan barely touched the Jin Corporation. Moving into the royal palace was practically like marrying in.

Since their daughter became the queen’s consort, Li Chunhua had straightened her spine even more before their father. Her daughter had won the queen’s favor—what greater glory could there be?

Jin Hua, once domineering at home, had now folded completely, bowing and scraping, taking over all the housework. Too cowed to meddle in Jin Corporation affairs, he barely had the energy to do anything beyond chores. Benefiting from his daughter’s rise, the only loser turned out to be him.

Jin Yunxi snapped a photo. The custom-made postpartum soup pot steamed with rich fragrance, mouthwatering at first sight.

“Jie, that soup pot looks so fancy! Send me the link right now, please?”

Lin Yunxi: ???

“What do you even want it for?”

Her reply came instantly: “To make soup for my Ruxi.”

Lin Yunxi nearly choked. “What did you just call the queen? Ruxi?”

Outrageous.

But Jin Yunhan only curved her eyes into crescents. “Jie, I’m going to be a mother too!”

Wait—so the queen was pregnant? With Yunhan’s child?

Jin Yunxi could already imagine her little sister saying this with hands on her hips, practically bubbling over with happiness.

So her niece would be the future queen? That meant… she was going to be an aunt!

THE END…