From Trashy A to the Heiress’s Little Son-in-Law After the Idol Competition (GL, ABO) - Chapter 103

Every time she lost control, she would scream and curse at Gu Zhen. As a child, Gu Zhen had been terrified of her mother’s frenzied expressions, but now she felt nothing but calm.

She looked at her mother with utter serenity.

“Mother, what’s the matter?” she asked with a smile.

“What have you done?!” Gu Qingyun pointed at her and shrieked. She had long suspected her child was in Lancheng—after all, Xiao Yanjin’s mother had given birth there—so for the past twenty years, she had searched relentlessly across the city and the country. Yet she never discovered who had taken the child in. Then, when Xiao Yanjin’s background was exposed, Gu Qingyun took one look at her face and immediately knew. She ordered an investigation, which confirmed that Xiao Liangmu had been found abandoned in a hospital dumpster—during the exact same period Gu Zhen had been in Lancheng!

“I did nothing,” Gu Zhen replied, still smiling. “That child has a mind of her own. She has her own family—why should she acknowledge a stranger like you as kin?”

“Bullshit!” Gu Qingyun grabbed her by the collar and snarled, “Did you do something to your sister? Or was it me you hated? Did you snatch her away at birth and abandon her out of spite?!”

Xiao Yanjin’s eyes widened. Being discarded right after birth—that was beyond cruel.

“Yes, I deliberately had someone abandon her.” In the quiet room, Gu Zhen’s voice was eerily composed as she spoke those words. Lin Chuyin, who had been clenching her fists, finally relaxed her grip. She knew the younger Gu Zhen had been unhinged, every word sounding like the ravings of a madwoman—but even she hadn’t expected this.

Gu Zhen exhaled as if relieved, though her eyes behind her glasses were blurred with unshed tears.

“Do you have any idea?” she began, her tone still unnervingly flat, as if recounting someone else’s story—yet everyone around her could feel the storm of emotions beneath. “While you were tangled up with other women, my mother was cooking for me. It was my birthday, and no one else celebrated it—just her. She told me you’d come back, that you would definitely return. But I waited and waited, and you never did. Eventually, I fell asleep in her arms. The next morning, I woke up to find my clothes damp. Only later did I realize she had been crying—so hard she didn’t even notice her tears had soaked into me.”

Gu Yourong pressed her lips together, wanting to step forward, but Lin Chuyin stopped her with a shake of her head, silently urging her to let Gu Zhen continue.

“Do you know how many times I’ve seen you in my entire life? When I was in school, did you even know where I studied? I went to your company to find you, but you refused to see me. All I ever saw were other women clinging to your arm. Do you have any idea how much that destroyed me? Every time I came home, my mother would look at me with this strange expression. I knew—she knew too. She knew you were still entangled with all those women who resembled your precious white moonlight.”

“And when you arranged that marriage alliance—did you know my mother had someone else in her heart too? But she understood sacrifice. For the sake of her family, she gave up her love and threw herself into that marriage. She endured watching you smile at, speak to, touch all those women who looked like your lost love. She let go of her own happiness, all for me—all so you could indulge in your decades of romantic escapades, all so the Gu family’s legacy could thrive.”

“But she was still so good to you… Do you know what she said to me on her sickbed?” Gu Zhen shouted word by word: “She told me to t-a-k-e g-o-o-d c-a-r-e o-f y-o-u!”

Gu Qingyun raised her eyes to see her daughter already sobbing uncontrollably.

Lin Chuyin’s heart ached unbearably, and she quickly went over to hug Gu Zhen, gently patting her back.

These were things Gu Zhen had told her about in her youth too. Back then, Gu Zhen was even more gloomy than now—no wonder she doted so intensely on Gu Yourong after her birth. It was both compensation for the maternal love she lacked in childhood and Gu Zhen’s vow to never be like Gu Qingyun who didn’t even know what school her daughter attended.

“Why do you only remember the white moonlight by your side, but never see those who truly cared for you?” Gu Zhen looked at the silent Gu Qingyun with a cold laugh: “Because you’re cold-blooded and heartless. What you love was never the white moonlight, but the unforgettable experience buried deep in your heart!”

Xiao Yanjin remained silent for a long time. The trope of loving substitutes for one’s first love never gets old.

Gu Qingyun stayed quiet throughout, having no rebuttal.

It was true she married someone she didn’t love for political alliance. It was true she kept falling for people resembling her first love. It was true that Gu Zhen’s mother sacrificed herself by marrying into the Gu family for her natal clan’s interests, then genuinely fell for her.

Every cause has its effect.

In the end, she was the one truly at fault.

If not for her cowardice, if not for her heartlessness, if not for her, none of this would have happened repeatedly.

“So I hate you. I’ll hate you forever. When I learned a nineteen-year-old girl was carrying your child, I felt… such burning rage. How dare she bear your child? So I found the hospital where she’d deliver and had someone take the baby…” Here, deep remorse filled her eyes.

“I was wrong too,” Gu Zhen said, then turned to Xiao Yanjin, “Blinded by jealousy, I had my newborn sister—who knew nothing—abandoned. I’ve lived with this guilt because my sister wasn’t responsible for their mistakes… All these years I’ve regretted it in silence. So I left her by a busy dumpster, hoping kind people would take her in…”

Xiao Yanjin pressed her lips together.

Suddenly, Gu Qingyun collapsed, clutching her chest tightly.

Before eighteen, she’d met a girl—her childhood sweetheart. A dancer. During one ball, the girl danced before her, flashing a sweet smile in her direction. That smile captivated her instantly. Knowing the girl was thin, she brought her meals daily. That smile taught her what heart flutter felt like—a fleeting moment she remembered forever.

Even after the girl married a male alpha, she couldn’t forget that feeling.

The Gu family business was struggling. Xu Fei’s Xu family was also declining, but their union could mutually support both houses, hence the arranged marriage.

But she felt that Xu Fei bore no resemblance to that girl at all. The girl had smiled so sweetly, yet Xu Fei never once showed a smile when they married. She could never understand why Xu Fei was so cold toward her—until now, when she finally learned from her daughter that Xu Fei had someone she truly loved. Marrying her had only been for the sake of their families.

Yet Xu Fei didn’t linger in longing for long. One winter, the window was shattered by wind and snow, and no one could be found to repair it that night. Xu Fei, being an Omega with a frail constitution, shivered incessantly in her sleep. So she held her tightly, offering warmth.

Because of that embrace, Xu Fei quickly embraced her role as a wife. She knew she had to learn to love her—only then could the Gu and Xu families grow stronger.

Her wife grew increasingly gentle and treated her well. Gu Qingyun was fully aware of this. Several times, she tried to convince herself that she must have developed feelings for Xu Fei. Yet, despite their years of mutual respect, their relationship remained distant. The only reason she conceived Gu Zhen was because she had mistaken Xu Fei for her unattainable love while drunk. Even though they had supported each other all these years, it was only then that the Gu family truly flourished.

But what was the point? Every time Gu Qingyun encountered someone who resembled her unattainable love, her heart would still flutter. Later, when she saw an eighteen-year-old girl who bore a striking resemblance to that beloved figure, didn’t she still offer money to keep the girl—who already had a boyfriend—close? And in those moments of intimacy, didn’t she still forget about the wife who had stood by her side all this time?

Xu Fei didn’t hate her. At first, she simply didn’t care. Later, if she had to hate anyone, it was herself—for not resembling the one Gu Qingyun loved.

“Ah, well, what’s done is done. Anyway, I’m quite happy now. Why don’t you two reconcile?” Xiao Yanjin interjected, trying to mediate. Without these past events, she might have lived a different life.

“Let me ask you something.” Gu Qingyun knew Xiao Yanjin had long since uncovered her origins, so it wasn’t surprising she knew about her birth mother. There was just one thing she wanted to know: “Do you really refuse to call me ‘Mother’?”

Xiao Yanjin glanced at her, a faint smile in her eyes, and actually said it: “Mother.”

Both Gu Qingyun and Gu Zhen widened their eyes in shock.

“It’s true that you’re my birth mother. Xiao Liangmu is my father, and Liang Zhi is my mother—that’s also true. So, I can call any of you what I please.” Though her tone was casual, it carried resolve. Xiao Liangmu and Liang Zhi were her parents, but Gu Qingyun could also be her mother.

Gu Qingyun stood frozen, speechless.

Suddenly, Xiao Yanjin’s phone rang.

“Hello, Mother, what’s wrong?”

Ji Zhuye’s anxious voice came through: “I was waiting outside the classroom for Nuo Nuo, but when everyone came out, she wasn’t there. I asked the teacher, and they said she suddenly fainted and was taken away by a man—he claimed they were going to the hospital. But something feels off.”

Xiao Yanjin’s mind went blank, her body trembling as if struck by lightning.

Since the call was on speaker, Gu Qingyun and the others heard it too. Pulling herself out of her melancholy, Gu Qingyun gripped Xiao Yanjin’s shoulders. “I have many connections in Lancheng. I can help you find… my daughter-in-law.”

Ji Yunuo had already been drugged unconscious, lying motionless on a soft bed.

Chu Luo gazed at her, eyes gleaming with intensity.

Xue Fengye chuckled from behind. “A’Luo, your Yunuo has arrived.”

Chu Luo gently brushed away the stray hairs from Ji Yunuo’s face, her voice laced with concern, “This sedative won’t harm her body, will it?”

“Relax, how could I dare to go too far with the young miss of the Ji family?” Xue Fengye chuckled. “This sedative is mixed with a hallucinogen. Just release your pheromones, and once she wakes up, she’ll be completely under your control. You can do whatever you want—make her act spoiled for you, smile for you—it’ll all be effortless.”

Chu Luo gazed at her tenderly and laughed, “Good, that’s good. But she’s pregnant…”

“Don’t worry, she’s not due yet. Just be gentle, and everything will be fine. At the very least, kissing should be safe, right?” Xue Fengye clicked his tongue, his eyes gleaming with a sleazy glint. “Even though she’s pregnant, her figure still looks quite nice.”

Chu Luo shot him a glare and quickly shielded Ji Yunuo behind her. “Get out.”

“Haha, well then, enjoy yourself.” Xue Fengye patted her shoulder before leaving, locking the door behind him.

Chu Luo stood silently, watching Ji Yunuo, then shifted her gaze to the rounded swell of her belly. Bitterness twisted her voice as she whispered, “Yunuo, I love you so much, I love you so much… But why did you have to marry Xiao Yanjin? Why did you have to carry her child… If it were mine… I would have cherished it twice as much.”

Her hand hovered over Ji Yunuo’s stomach, caressing it with heartbreaking gentleness. Part of her still wished this pregnancy was just a dream, but reality relentlessly reminded her—this was Xiao Yanjin’s child.

Now that Ji Yunuo was finally within her grasp, how could she ever let go?

A soft murmur escaped Ji Yunuo’s lips as she began to stir.

Remembering Xue Fengye’s words—that releasing her pheromones would make Ji Yunuo respond with altered emotions, bending to her will—Chu Luo quickly let her scent envelop the room and leaned in closer.

Their eyes met, one above the other, as Ji Yunuo’s lashes fluttered open. Her dazed gaze settled on Chu Luo, and suddenly, her arms wrapped around her, pulling her close with a smile.

“Why are you here?”

“Yunuo… Yunuo…” The sound of her name from those lips ignited something inside Chu Luo, sending heat coursing through her body. All she wanted now was to melt into Ji Yunuo, to become one with her, forever.

“I want you… I want your heart, I want you, I want you to carry my child…” Chu Luo pressed her lips to Ji Yunuo’s cheek, murmuring feverishly, her hands already fumbling with the buttons of her clothes—until Ji Yunuo’s next words froze her in place.

“I’ve always been yours, Ah Jin.” Ji Yunuo’s voice was sweet, her eyes brimming with a love Chu Luo had never seen directed at her before.

Chu Luo jerked upright, staring down at her. “What did you call me?”

“Ah Jin, what’s wrong with you? My head feels so dizzy…” Ji Yunuo winced.

“Why are you calling me Xiao Yanjin?!” Chu Luo’s eyes widened in fury. “What’s so great about her?!”

“Ah Jin, what’s gotten into you?” Under the influence of the hallucinogen, the pheromones Ji Yunuo smelled were Xiao Yanjin’s milky sweetness, the face she saw was Xiao Yanjin’s own.

Chu Luo fell silent for a long moment before finally looking up with a strained smile. “Jiejie, what do you love about me?”

“I love everything about you.”

“Why?”

“Love doesn’t need a reason.” Ji Yunuo took her hand, squeezing it gently. “You’re my treasure. I adore you.”

Chu Luo’s body trembled—once, twice, then endlessly, as if she would never stop shaking.

In the end, Ji Yunuo still couldn’t forget Xiao Yanjin.

What right did she have to win her heart, to have her?

“Ah, ah…” Chu Luo cried, sobbing uncontrollably. Ji Yunuo quickly pulled her into her arms. Seeing her beloved “person” in tears, she felt heartbroken and anxiously asked, “A-Jin, why are you crying?”

“Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love me…”

Ji Yunuo held her gently, soothing her: “Don’t cry… don’t cry…”

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

Xiao Yanjin saw Chu Luo nestled in Ji Yunuo’s embrace and completely lost it, shouting, “What the hell! Chu Luo, what are you doing with my wife?!”

Xiao Yanjin yanked Chu Luo away and punched her hard in the face. Chu Luo, forced into the beating, had already given up struggling. She grinned at Xiao Yanjin, “Go on, hit me! Hit me! I don’t want to live anymore!”

Xiao Yanjin froze—since when had this woman become so shameless? It wasn’t until Ji Yunuo suddenly collapsed to the ground that she snapped back to reality, screaming, “Sister!”

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