After Transmigrating Into A Novel, Not Only Did I Become An Omega, But I Also Provoked The Male Lead’s Mother - Chapter 25

Xiaoyun was a fourteen-year-old girl with a sweet, innocent face.

The people trying to buy the sanatorium had come to cause trouble. In the commotion, the caregivers were busy fending off the intruders and couldn’t attend to the patients.

Xiaoyun hadn’t given up on her suicide attempt, and the commotion had frightened her.

Sister Yan rushed back to the sanatorium, while Qin Yue, worried about alarming Grandma Qin, kept the incident quiet.

She silently prayed that Xiaoyun hadn’t succeeded in her suicide attempt, hoping she could be saved.

This wasn’t just because it was a human life at stake; if Xiaoyun died, it would mean the sanatorium’s supervision had failed.

Fortunately, Doctor Zhang discovered Xiaoyun in time. She had just swallowed a large number of sleeping pills and was suffering from severe stomach pain. Doctor Zhang immediately rushed her to the hospital for gastric lavage.

Xiaoyun must have taken advantage of the chaos to steal a bottle of sleeping pills from the grandfather in the neighboring room.

Now, Xiaoyun was at the same hospital as Grandma Qin—the nearest large hospital to the sanatorium—and was undergoing gastric lavage in the emergency room.

By the time Qin Yue and Sister Yan arrived at the emergency room, Xiaoyun had already finished the gastric lavage.

The procedure was painful, leaving Xiaoyun frail and pale on the hospital bed, her face gaunt and even more ashen than before.

Qin Yue had the unsettling feeling that Xiaoyun might vanish into the ether at any moment.

Sister Yan sighed in relief, seeing that Xiaoyun was unharmed.

Qin Yue, however, found the situation puzzling. Xiaoyun’s mental state was clearly unstable. Why hadn’t her family taken her to a psychologist instead of directly admitting her to a sanatorium?

“Why did you do this?!” A shrill wail pierced the air as a middle-aged woman rushed forward, launching into a tearful, tearful tirade at Xiaoyun, who lay motionless on the bed.

“I work tirelessly to support you! Can’t you just live a peaceful life?” The woman’s voice cracked as she wept, her words thick with desperation. “You’re my only daughter! What will I do if you leave me? Why are you determined to torment me?”

“Can’t you just get better? How can I face the world with this shame?”

Sharp, piercing questions cut through the air, aimed directly at Xiaoyun.

But Xiaoyun remained motionless, like a lifeless doll lying on the bed, enduring the verbal abuse without a flinch. Even her large eyes were dull and devoid of any spark.

Doctor Zhang and Sister Yan stood to the side, restraining the middle-aged woman and urging her to calm down.

Yet the woman refused to relent, wailing and cursing at Xiaoyun, then turning to hurl insults at Doctor Zhang and Sister Yan.

“I entrusted my daughter to your sanatorium, and this is how you care for her? How dare you call yourselves caregivers? Mark my words—if anything happens to my daughter, I won’t rest until I ruin you all!” Xiaoyun’s mother wailed in grief and fury.

Doctor Zhang and Sister Yan looked uneasy. No one wanted this to happen, but they couldn’t watch over people 24/7. Everyone needed their privacy and had their own responsibilities.

Sister Yan, with her years of experience and naturally patient nature, tried to calm Xiaoyun’s mother. But when people are extremely upset, they can act impulsively.

The more Xiaoyun’s mother talked, the more agitated she became, as if she still believed the sanatorium had harmed Xiaoyun.

She started shoving Sister Yan and Doctor Zhang. Sister Yan, caught off guard, staggered back several steps and nearly fell.

Qin Yue quickly and skillfully steadied Sister Yan, her brow furrowed deeply, a cold glint in her eyes. “No one wanted this to happen to Xiaoyun. No one can watch someone every single minute. Our sanatorium shares some responsibility for this incident, but as a mother, are you blameless? Anyone can see there’s something wrong with Xiaoyun’s condition. Why didn’t you take her to see a psychologist?”

The words “psychologist” exploded like a bomb. Xiaoyun’s mother erupted, her voice shrill with fury. “What psychologist? What nonsense! My Xiaoyun is not sick! She’s perfectly fine!”

Looking at Xiaoyun, it was clear her mother must have been strikingly beautiful in her youth. Years of life had roughened her skin and etched lines on her face. Now, her hysterical screams only made her seem harsh and unyielding.

“Don’t talk nonsense! My Xiaoyun will still find a good husband someday. She doesn’t have any mental illness! Why would she need a psychologist? It’s clearly your sanatorium’s fault for failing to supervise properly…”

Qin Yue was stunned. She now understood why Xiaoyun’s mother refused to take Xiaoyun to a psychologist. The woman had a twisted belief that seeking psychological help meant having a mental illness—what a misguided misconception!

Qin Yue tried to explain that seeing a psychologist didn’t necessarily mean having a mental illness, but Xiaoyun’s mother wouldn’t listen.

Just then, Grandma Qin walked over, looking much older in her hospital gown.

“Director?” Sister Yan exclaimed in surprise.

“Grandma!” Qin Yue said, startled. Neither she nor Sister Yan had intended to tell Grandma Qin about this, yet somehow the old woman had found out.

Grandma Qin took Qin Yue’s hand and pulled her behind her, her rough, aged hand surprisingly warm.

“If you think our sanatorium isn’t good enough, then take Xiaoyun away,” Grandma Qin said calmly. She was kind-hearted, but when her kindness was rejected or even used to hurt the person she cared about most, she preferred not to show that kindness anymore.

Grandma Qin’s words seemed to flip a switch. Xiaoyun’s mother fell silent.

In the next moment, Xiaoyun’s mother sighed and forced a smile. “No, no, it’s nothing. It’s just this child… she’s such a handful! I’ll still need your help in the future!”

Qin Yue initially couldn’t understand why Xiaoyun’s mother had suddenly changed her attitude.

It wasn’t until Grandma Qin pulled her out of the hospital room and they were on their way home that Qin Yue began to piece things together.

Xixing Sanatorium might not have been fancy, but its purpose was to help people, and the fees were reasonable. The caregivers there were kind and patient. Xiaoyun’s mother wasn’t rich, so finding such an affordable sanatorium was already a good find. If she wanted to transfer Xiaoyun elsewhere, she couldn’t afford the fees at other sanatoriums. Besides, Xiaoyun’s current condition meant she couldn’t be left alone at home.

This encounter left Qin Yue with a poor impression of Xiaoyun’s mother, but she felt more sympathy for Xiaoyun.

She genuinely wanted to find a psychologist to help Xiaoyun, but her own resources were limited, as were the sanatorium’s. All they could do was do their best within their means.

Grandma Qin needed to be observed in the hospital for a day, but she insisted she could manage on her own. She shooed Qin Yue back to school and sent Sister Yan and the others back to the sanatorium.

Qin Yue didn’t listen to Grandma Qin. She pretended to agree to go back to school, but instead skipped class and returned to the sanatorium.

There was someone trying to buy the sanatorium and cause trouble. She couldn’t shake her worries and needed to check on things.

Inside an upscale private club…

“Young Master Zhang, is everything set?” Ling Jingxi asked softly, swirling the liquid in his glass.

“Don’t worry,” Young Master Zhang replied, his arm around the Omega beside him as he poured liquor into the man’s glass. “I’ve disciplined all my men. There won’t be any slip-ups this time!”

“That’s good,” Ling Jingxi said with a smile, taking a small sip of his drink.

“Your mother is quite something, though,” Young Master Zhang said angrily, tightening his grip on the Omega’s chin. He set down his glass and grabbed the bottle to pour more. “She screwed the Zhang family out of a lot of money and got me chewed out by my old man!”

“My apologies. Once I get Minghui, I’ll compensate you double!” Ling Jingxi said with a smile, raising his glass.

“Good to hear!” Young Master Zhang said, watching the Omega beside him cough violently from the alcohol, tears streaming down his face. The sight lifted Young Master Zhang’s spirits, and he burst into laughter. “But this plan of yours is brilliant! Picking a fight with the rival sanatorium of that female Omega’s family, then using your money to smooth things over and win her devotion! What a clever way to get that Omega—much cheaper than the ones here at the club!”

Comparing Qin Yue to the Omegas in this club made Ling Jingxi narrow his eyes in displeasure. If he didn’t still need Young Master Zhang to take the blame, he’d have gladly spilled his drink on the idiot’s head. Yet his voice remained smooth and smiling, “You’ll have to keep this quiet. Mother must never find out!”

In the dim lighting of the private room, Young Master Zhang didn’t notice Ling Jingxi’s expression. He was too busy groping the intoxicated Omega he’d plied with liquor, sprawled on the sofa. “Young Master Ling, this one’s got a nice figure. Wanna share?”

A flicker of disgust crossed Ling Jingxi’s eyes. He smiled, “No thanks. I’m not into this type.”

Young Master Zhang laughed heartily. “Don’t worry, I understand!” He clapped his hands, and a row of Omegas filed in.

“Relax, I know you well. They’re all virgins—pristine. Pick one,” Young Master Zhang said with a grin.

Ling Jingxi scanned the group and selected an Omega whose features bore a striking resemblance to Qin Yue’s.

The others withdrew.

Ling Jingxi had no interest in being watched. He led the chosen Omega upstairs to a private room.

Qin Yue stayed at the sanatorium that night, worried that those people might come to cause trouble early the next morning.

Later that evening, still unsettled by the day’s events, she wandered aimlessly through the sanatorium and found herself outside Xiaoyun’s room.

The sanatorium’s rooms typically accommodated three people, but due to recent online smear campaigns, there hadn’t been any new residents for a while. Xiaoyun had only arrived recently, so she’d been assigned a private room.

The room was sparsely furnished, its contents easily visible at a glance.

A sketchbook lay on the table. Drawn to it by some inexplicable force, Qin Yue approached and opened it, flipping through the pages.

Each page was filled with bold, black lines drawn with a ballpoint pen. These lines formed landscapes: black-lined suns, trees, grass, buildings, and figures.

The lines were chaotic, especially in the drawings of people. Intersecting, tangled lines formed humanoid shapes that resembled grotesque, clawed demons, their ferocity so intense it seemed they might leap from the pages and snap her neck at any moment.

The lines seemed to express Xiaoyun’s inner turmoil, as if she were forever trapped in darkness, unable to find light. Rather than merging with the darkness, she might as well just die.

Qin Yue’s heart skipped a beat, and her hand trembled, causing the sketchbook to fall onto the table.

From the lines in the drawings, she sensed a profound sadness.

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