After the Scummy Alpha Lost Her Memory, a Flirty Top Actress Set Her Sights on Her (GL) - Chapter 66 (END)

The atmosphere had grown slightly awkward.

Qin Zishu lowered her gaze—this was getting dangerous. Best to make a discreet exit.

Yu Wenxi hadn’t intended to bring all this up, but her mind had suddenly gone to the past—how Yu Qingyue and Luo Wenting had been away doing business since she was a child. Even when she was sick or running a fever, they barely knew, or perhaps they had simply been too busy to notice whether their daughter was hurt, lonely, or missing them.

And now, with their daughter about to marry, they were urging her to have children right away? What was that supposed to mean? When she was little, there was no care, no protection—yet now they wanted a granddaughter so they could shower her with love?

Yan Run coughed lightly. “Let’s eat first. Whatever needs to be discussed, we can talk about later.”

Yu Wenxi hummed in agreement, accepting the step down.

Back in their room, Yan Run suddenly pulled Yu Wenxi into her arms.

Yu Wenxi stroked her head gently. “What’s wrong? I’m not going to cry.”

“Jie,” Yan Run murmured, “in the future, if anything makes you sad, you have to tell me.”

Yu Wenxi gave a puzzled hum. “What’s gotten into you?”

Yan Run turned her around so they were face-to-face, then leaned in to kiss her. “You… you keep everything locked in your heart, never telling anyone. We’ve known each other for years, but I’ve never once heard you talk about your troubles.”

Yu Wenxi smiled faintly. “Maybe I simply don’t have any. No troubles to speak of.”

Yan Run shook her head. “You’re just not used to saying them out loud. As your wife, I should be someone you can lean on emotionally. No matter what it is, I should be the one to help you share the burdens you can’t tell anyone else.”

Yu Wenxi replied evenly, “If it’s something that can’t be told to anyone… then no one should know.”

Yan Run’s eyes glimmered with silver light. “Am I just ‘anyone’ to you? Or are you saying—”

“Don’t cry,” Yu Wenxi interrupted softly. “You’re my baby.”

Yan Run’s gaze dropped briefly to her stomach. “And the baby is your baby, too.”

Yu Wenxi patted her head. “You’re my wife.”

That earned a satisfied nod from Yan Run.

That evening, Yu Qingyue and Luo Wenting came to their room.

“Xixi, it’s our fault,” Yu Qingyue admitted. “Back then, we were too busy. All we could think about was making money so you could live comfortably. We never realized you longed for us so much when you were little.”

It was a rare admission of fault. Both she and Luo Wenting had long suspected that Yu Wenxi’s calm, distant demeanor was a result of their lack of presence during her childhood.

But Yu Wenxi had never spoken of it—not to them, not even to her grandparents. They thought she had either forgotten or let it go. Yet from her tone earlier, it was clear there was still some resentment lingering.

Yan Run, watching from the side, felt an odd pang in her chest. Of course, she took her place firmly by Yu Wenxi’s side—always.

Yu Qingyue sighed. “Wenxi, you…”

Yu Wenxi arched a brow, her eyes showing no trace of sorrow.

The look made Yan Run frown slightly in thought.

What’s going on?

Did Wenxi really let it go that quickly?

Or… was she deliberately putting on a show for her mothers?

If so…

Yan Run clicked her tongue inwardly. So scheming.

Yu Qingyue and Luo Wenting, realizing their mistake, kept apologizing.

Yu Wenxi ignored them.

Yan Run had no choice but to step in and ease the tension.

Only then did Yu Wenxi say, “Yan Run, are you actually siding with your mother-in-laws?”

Yan Run let out an awkward “Ah.”

Yu Qingyue and Luo Wenting exchanged glances, looking at Yan Run with a mix of sympathy and gratitude.

“Listen, wife,” Yan Run said earnestly, “of course I’m on your side. I’ll give you all the companionship you never had as a child. You have to believe me.” She kept her tone restrained—after all, with Yu Qingyue and Luo Wenting present, she didn’t dare get too sentimental. Still, her face flushed afterward; speaking so seriously under so many eyes was embarrassing.

Yu Wenxi gave a helpless “Oh,” and said, “Fine. For A-Yan’s sake, I won’t hold it against you anymore.”

The tension dissolved. Yu Qingyue and Luo Wenting’s expressions softened—ten times more gentle toward Yan Run than before.

Yan Run felt a rush of gratitude. Yu Wenxi had just done her a huge favor.

Luo Wenting took Yu Wenxi’s hand, half-scolding, half-pleased. “As long as you don’t dwell on the past. The company’s stable now, and we have plenty of time to take care of you—and our granddaughter.”

Yu Wenxi gave a dry “Oh.” “So in the end, the main concern is still the granddaughter, huh?”

Luo Wenting knew she was teasing. “You child…”

Yan Run couldn’t help laughing. Yu Qingyue gave her a sidelong look. “And what are you laughing at?”

“The mother-daughter moment is… very heartwarming,” Yan Run said casually.

In truth, although Yu Qingyue was her mother-in-law, the two had never really had a heart-to-heart—they were practically strangers.

Yu Qingyue remarked, “Looks like Wenxi treats you well.”

Yan Run grinned. “Mother, you’re only realizing that now?”

Yu Qingyue didn’t reply.

“How far along are you? Wenxi’s so slim, her belly’s just barely showing—I never would’ve noticed,” Luo Wenting said, glancing at the small curve.

“About three months,” Yu Wenxi answered.

“Three months is still a risky stage. You need to be careful,” Yu Qingyue advised, speaking from her own experience during pregnancy.

“Don’t worry,” Yan Run said. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“It’s best to hire a nanny,” Yu Qingyue added.

Yan Run could almost hear the unspoken because you might not be enough.

Yu Wenxi chuckled. “No need, Mother. A-Yan’s cooking is much better than yours.”

Yu Qingyue, who often cooked for her wife and child during her free time, flushed slightly. Luo Wenting, watching with great amusement, had to step in to preserve her wife’s pride. “Your cooking is good too.”

That earned a pleased smile from Yu Qingyue.

Luo Wenting went over several points about pregnancy care, but when she noticed her daughter’s growing fatigue, she finally ended the conversation.

She and Yu Qingyue left reluctantly.

The moment the door closed, Yan Run let out a deep breath.

Although her past “scummy Alpha” reputation was only partly true, Yu Qingyue and Luo Wenting had never been fully happy about their daughter marrying her.

Thanks to Yu Wenxi’s act just now, that thorn had been removed.

Yan Run hugged Yu Wenxi gently. “Jie, thank you.”

Yu Wenxi frowned slightly. “We’re wives. What’s there to thank me for?”

Yan Run blinked, then laughed. “So… you really don’t care about what happened when you were a kid?”

“It’s fine,” Yu Wenxi said with a small arch of her brow. “Everyone’s doing well now. If I still cared, that would just mean I’m petty.”

“You can’t put it like that,” Yan Run chuckled.

She laced her fingers through Yu Wenxi’s slightly cool ones and nodded solemnly. “I’m going to give you a perfect wedding. Grandma will be so happy when she sees it.”

Yu Wenxi’s lips curved upward as she wrapped her arms around her wife.

That night, under a bright moon, the silver light wrapped the loving couple in quiet, contented bliss.

The next day, the two of them first went to a famous nearby filming site to take their wedding photos.

The entire place had been booked out by the Yan family, so at that moment, it was just Yan Run and Yu Wenxi enjoying the beautiful, private atmosphere.

Yan Run had hired the best and most professional photographer, and with their looks, no matter how the pictures were taken, they turned out stunning.

But Yan Run still wasn’t satisfied.

The memory of her unwilling expression in their marriage certificate photos still made her bristle.

This time, she was determined to capture a radiant, joyful smile.

By the afternoon, they had finally taken dozens of affectionate shots.

Lifting Yu Wenxi’s long skirt, Yan Run led her away to change.

She carefully undressed her wife, mindful of her slightly rounded belly, afraid of even the smallest mishap. Luckily, Yu Wenxi was only lightly perspiring and didn’t seem uncomfortable.

Yu Wenxi smiled. “Originally, I planned for us to have a little wine tonight, but after shooting all day, I don’t think I have the energy anymore.”

“Wine?”

Yan Run’s lips curved up, her heart stirring.

“Have we ever actually drunk together before?” She couldn’t help pulling Yu Wenxi into her arms for a deep, tender kiss. But then, a sudden thought struck her, and her expression turned serious. “You’re pregnant—what wine?!”

Yu Wenxi burst out laughing. “I actually forgot until you mentioned it.”

Yan Run frowned. “I can’t forget, and neither can you. What if I’m not around—”

Yu Wenxi pressed her fingers gently over her lips and whispered, “Since you took leave, you’ve been by my side every moment. When have you ever not been? I want you with me forever… did you hear me?”

Her Omega’s voice was like a breeze carrying the most exquisite music, something the love-struck Alpha could never forget. Yan Run leaned down and kissed her again, murmuring, “I’ll never leave you. I love you, for a lifetime.”

Yu Wenxi looped her arms around her neck and kissed her deeply.
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The wedding day finally arrived. Guests began to gather, offering their blessings to the soon-to-be-wed “old married couple.”

Yu Qingyue and Luo Wenting supported two elders as they entered. It was obvious from their faces that Yu Huanzhu and He Yunzhi were filled with happiness. Most of all, He Yunzhi wished to see her granddaughter loved and cherished on her wedding day. If she could witness that, she could leave this world content.

“Xixi shouldn’t be too nervous, right?” she asked with a furrowed brow. Back when she and Yu Huanzhu got married, even though it was just a small family affair with a few banquet tables, she’d been an absolute bundle of nerves. Later, when she watched her daughter Yu Qingyue wed, she could read every flicker of emotion on her face.

But…

Yu Wenxi’s emotions were impossible to read.

The truth was, she really wasn’t all that nervous.

Yan Run, on the other hand, was a wreck.

Before the ceremony, she kept bombarding Qin Zishu and Ji Zhiye with messages:

“What do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do—”

The two, forced to give up on sleep, could only keep sending her reassurances.

When the ceremony began, Yan Run stood at the center of the stage, surrounded by friends and family whose gazes brimmed with warmth and blessings.

Ugh… this was so embarrassing.

Qin Zishu clenched her fist and mouthed, You’ve got this.

Yan Run looked back, only to feel even more tense.

Then, the grand doors at the back opened, and Yu Wenxi appeared in a white wedding gown, arm in arm with her mother. She walked forward at a steady, unhurried pace, her face carrying a soft smile. In that moment, it was as if the world had gone still.

All of Yan Run’s nervousness vanished into thin air.

When Yu Wenxi finally reached her, the emcee had to prompt, “Miss Yan, Miss Yu is here…”

“Oh—oh!” Yan Run blurted, startled. Why did she get here so fast?!

Yu Qingyue didn’t hesitate to place her daughter’s hand in Yan Run’s. “After spending these days with you, I know you’re a good child. I only hope you’ll treat my daughter well. I’m entrusting her to you.”

“Of course, Mother!” Yan Run replied solemnly, earning a round of laughter from the crowd.

Even Yu Wenxi couldn’t help but laugh.

Even the icy Yan Zhi cracked a smile.

Yan Run could only grin awkwardly. Don’t laugh at me, okay?

Yu Wenxi clasped her hand with natural ease, her gaze warm and unwavering—giving herself entirely to the woman before her.

And just like that, all of Yan Run’s tension melted away.

Those hands were warm enough to make her let go of everything else.

Following the emcee’s guidance, they exchanged vows and rings to the cheers and applause of the guests.

Finally, they embraced and kissed.

“This is so touching!” Qin Zishu burst into tears and hugged Ji Zhiye tightly.

Ji Zhiye quickly pushed her away—if Wei Qin saw this, she’d be doomed.

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A few months later, Yu Wenxi finally gave birth to their baby.

Yan Run looked at her wife’s exhausted face and couldn’t hold back her tears.

Yu Wenxi, however, was more eager to see the baby. They had already discussed names before.

“How about Yu Ruyan?” Yan Run suggested with a smile. “Nickname: Mianmian.”

Yu Wenxi asked knowingly, “And what does that mean?”

“As beautiful as a face, as beautiful as me—and she’ll take after me in looks.”

“…” Yu Wenxi was speechless.

The newborn lay quietly in their arms, not fussing or crying.

“Mianmian really does take after me—so adorable,” Yan Run said proudly.

“How can you tell she looks like you? I’m adorable too,” Yu Wenxi countered.

Yan Run chuckled. “Yes, yes, you’re adorable too, darling.”

Yu Wenxi narrowed her eyes. Somehow, she felt like she was being mocked.

Suddenly, Mianmian’s eyes opened and she began wailing—loud enough to make the surrounding objects tremble. The two mothers froze, then immediately started insisting she must take after the other one.

When Mianmian turned one month old, the Yan family decided to give her a gift.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingyue also began preparing a present for her granddaughter.

The Yan family already had plans—since the Ye family was in the jewelry business, they were prepared to spend generously to find something truly precious.

When Ye Chun’er heard, she personally brought the gift to the Yan residence.

Yan Huainan and Xu Chenghuan were delighted and quickly called for Yan Zhi to come meet the young lady.

She seemed pleased, and the gift was swiftly agreed upon.

When Yan Run heard the news, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Why does this feel like a marriage proposal?”

She put her phone down and glanced at Yu Wenxi, who was rocking Mianmian to sleep. Peace and warmth filled the room.

Sensing her gaze, Yu Wenxi looked up, meeting her eyes. Both of them laughed.

“What are you staring at me for?” Yan Run teased.

“It’s you staring at me,” Yu Wenxi huffed. She lowered her head to the baby and murmured softly, “Sweetheart, I hope you don’t turn out like your mother—always grinning and never serious.”

Yan Run chuckled. She only hoped their life could remain just this happy, forever.

THE END.