When the Possessive Omega Fell for Me - Chapter 72.2

Just as Yi Jing was weighing whether to start with Yi Mingyue and Yi Sheng’s branch of the family, an unexpected visitor arrived at Yu Miao and Yi Jing’s residence.

“Qin Susu?” Yu Miao opened the door, surprised to see the young woman standing outside.

Her long, unstyled hair fell naturally over her shoulders, and a pair of oversized black-framed glasses obscured much of her face. She wore a simple T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of faded sneakers looking every bit like a college student who hadn’t yet graduated. Her scholarly air was still strong, though she seemed even younger than the last time they’d met.

Perhaps it was because this time, Qin Susu had chosen her outfit from her own wardrobe, making her appear as if she hadn’t even left campus yet.

“Why are you here?” Yu Miao’s tone softened unconsciously, the girl in front of her really did seem a bit slow, with the kind of innocent, lab-confined cluelessness of someone who rarely interacted with people. Like a child.

“I’m here to see Officer Yi,” Qin Susu said.

“Yi Jing?” Yu Miao blinked.

“What’s wrong? Someone looking for me?” Seeing Yu Miao hadn’t returned for a while, Yi Jing followed out. She was still wearing the standard prosecutor’s office uniform, a shirt and trousers though her collar was slightly disheveled, giving her a casual appearance. It was unclear what she’d been doing before answering the door.

“It’s Qin Susu,” Yu Miao turned back, “She needs to talk to you.”

Yi Jing froze for a moment, instinctively asking, “Does Yi Heng need my help with something?”

Qin Susu shook her head, looking at Yi Jing. “No, I need to speak with you.”

Though puzzled, Yi Jing took a few steps back and gestured inside. “Come in, then. We can talk properly.”

Yu Miao and Yi Jing then led Qin Susu into the living room.

The two of them treated Qin Susu with surprisingly similar attitudes, both acting as if coaxing a child. Yi Jing brought Qin Susu some snacks and juice, then sat down on the sofa and asked, “What’s the matter? Why did you suddenly come to see me without even telling Yi Heng?”

Between Qin Susu and Yi Heng, it was clearly Yi Heng who was closer to Yi Jing.

If this was something both of them knew about, it should have been Yi Heng coming to see her instead.

Qin Susu didn’t answer Yi Jing’s question, completely immersed in her own rhythm. She glanced around and asked, “Is this place secure? No surveillance devices, right?”

“!?” Hearing this suddenly, both Yi Jing and Yu Miao were stunned and turned to look at Qin Susu simultaneously.

“I have something to tell you that can’t be known by the other members of the Yi family,” Qin Susu looked at Yi Jing with a simple and direct expression. “Are you free to listen now?”

“?”

Yi Jing was first taken aback by her completely unprepared, unguarded and unprofessional approach. She never expected someone would just blurt out important matters like this. But Yi Jing quickly composed herself, her expression gradually turning serious: “What do you want to say?”

“It’s about your origins,” Qin Susu looked at Yi Jing, that same conflicted and somewhat sympathetic expression reappearing on her face. She frowned thoughtfully before continuing, “You, after returning to the Yi family for so long, have you ever thought about your mother? Or rather has anyone around you mentioned your two biological mothers to you?”

“?” Yi Jing was genuinely surprised by this.

She really hadn’t considered this before.

Ever since transmigrating here, one thing after another kept happening, leaving her no energy to think about anything else.

Moreover, in her memory, the original work never mentioned ‘Yi Jing’ at all, not a single related plot point. Yi Jing had always assumed her identity was just an insignificant extra or some bug character without any screen time.

How could such an existence possibly have any noteworthy background?

Yi Jing had never imagined there could be any issues with her identity, always treating what she saw and heard about this persona as mere background settings without giving it much thought. But now, hearing Qin Susu say this could there be some hidden setting to her identity?

After some consideration, Yi Jing looked at Qin Susu and answered cautiously: “All I know is that although my mother was a direct descendant of the Yi family, she didn’t originally live in the Yi family estate. She mostly lived independently in cities under the family’s jurisdiction. She fell in love and had me while living elsewhere, but the Yi family didn’t support this relationship. They brought my mother back to the estate when she was nearly due to give birth.”

“As for who my other mother is or how my mother left, why my other mother wasn’t with her, I’m not very clear about that.”

Everything Yi Jing said was true. She had never paid close attention to this information, having pieced it together from conversations with her aunt. She always thought these were just background details, never imagining there might be secrets hidden in her origins.

Qin Susu gave Yi Jing a deep look: “But I know.”

Yi Jing frowned slightly, his expression growing complex as he gazed at Qin Susu, faintly sensing he might have touched upon some secret hidden beneath the surface of events.

“My real name isn’t actually Qin Susu,” Qin Susu or rather, the seemingly naive and guileless girl before them dropped a bombshell right from the start.

Seeing the stunned expressions on Yi Jing and Yu Miao’s faces, ‘Qin Susu’ smiled sheepishly: “Qin Susu is the name of a senior sister from my research group. She’s quite low-key and has left the field, so I temporarily took her name. Since we were students in the same lab under the same advisor and knew each other well, it was easy for me to impersonate her. My real name is Xiao Yan, and the reason I came to the Yi family was actually to find my cousin.”

“Cousin?” Yi Jing couldn’t help but ask.

‘Qin Susu’ or rather, Xiao Yan nodded. “My cousin’s name is Xiao Lan. She was also my advisor’s student a few years ago, but she later got into a car accident. She disappeared without a trace, no body was ever found.”

Yi Jing froze, exchanging a glance with Yu Miao, both sensing there was more to this story.

“My cousin was a very charismatic and flamboyant person beautiful, stylish, always dazzling whenever she appeared, confident and strong-willed. Most importantly, she was truly brilliant, always accomplishing things none of us peers could,” Xiao Yan recounted softly. “I always admired her. Later when she went abroad to study, I wanted to follow in her footsteps. Then I heard the news about her disappearance in the car accident.”

Xiao Yan lifted her head, her face pale, her expression still carrying traces of that past panic as she looked at Yi Jing: “I couldn’t believe it. I refused to believe my radiant, sharp, beautiful cousin could just disappear or die. So I studied hard, prepared diligently, and eventually got into the same university as my cousin, even being selected by the same advisor. I thought this would be the beginning of understanding my cousin better, but I never imagined there was something much bigger behind her disappearance and it involves you.”

Yi Jing slowly furrowed his brows, raising his eyes to meet Xiao Yan’s gaze.

“After entering the university, I began studying under my advisor while still refusing to believe my cousin was truly gone. I quietly continued investigating her disappearance, gathering all clues related to that car accident,” Xiao Yan lowered her eyes and continued. “Then one day, I accidentally discovered. I wasn’t the only one trying to find the missing person.”

“Who else?” Yu Miao instinctively asked.

“My advisor,” Xiao Yan glanced at Yu Miao. “She was also searching for her junior sister. And coincidentally, her junior sister had also been in a car accident except while my cousin disappeared, my advisor’s junior sister was hit by a truck on a mountain road, run over, and fell off a cliff. By the time police found her, she’d been dead for a long time.”

At that time, the senior’s face was so badly disfigured that even her parents couldn’t recognize her when they arrived at the scene. No one could tell if the deceased was really her. My mentor had wanted to preserve some DNA samples for identification, but before she could act, the police hastily took the body away for cremation.

This doubt lingered in my mentor’s mind for years, making her refuse to believe her junior sister was truly dead. She always suspected her junior sister had been abducted and held somewhere. And the reason she thought this way was entirely because of your alpha mother, Officer Yi.”

What?

Yi Jing froze.

What did that mean? Was this identity’s mother a criminal? Surely not, that would be too despicable.

Xiao Yan looked at Yi Jing with profound sorrow in her expression: “Your alpha mother was actually a scholar in the same field as me. She was originally studying under my mentor’s junior sister and was her most admired student, said to have talent no less than my mentor’s.

Everything changed because of your mother. On what seemed like an ordinary day, your mother disappeared vanished as a student. Even reporting to the police was useless; she never returned.

Your mother was already favored by her mentor and was her first student, holding special significance to her. So my mentor’s junior sister began searching desperately for her student.

At first, her efforts yielded no results. It wasn’t until much later that she discovered your mother had been in a relationship before disappearing. The last person she had seen before vanishing was her girlfriend at the time and that girlfriend’s surname was Yi.”

As the words fell, Yi Jing instantly realized: “Yi Qing? Was her name Yi Qing? My mother?”

Xiao Yan nodded: “But your mother’s mentor didn’t uncover that much back then only that her girlfriend’s surname was Yi. She had planned to continue investigating Yi Qing for more clues, having only shared this information with my mentor personally before revealing it to anyone else. Then, not long after, that horrific car accident happened. My mentor’s junior sister was declared dead, never getting the chance to find out who that woman surnamed Yi was or where she might be now.”

“It was the Yi family. The Yi family did this.” Yi Jing suddenly interjected, her tightly pressed lips betraying her emotions.

Yi Jing was truly furious at the Yi family’s actions. Even knowing they were outright outlaws, their behavior still infuriated her time and again.

Just then, a warm hand suddenly covered Yi Jing’s clenched fist.

Startled out of her anger, Yi Jing turned to see Yu Miao gazing at her with concern.

Yu Miao’s expression was tender and soothing, gently stroking Yi Jing’s hand in reassurance. Feeling the real, comforting touch, Yi Jing blinked, her emotions gradually calming as she clasped Yu Miao’s hand in return.

Fortunately, Xiao Yan’s nerves were thick enough not to notice the subtle interaction between the two of them. She continued, “At the time, my mentor didn’t believe her junior sister was truly dead, so she persisted in investigating, though she never found any results. Until one day, an unfamiliar email address sent her a message containing an audio file your mother’s suicide confession.”

Yi Jing froze. Even though she knew it wasn’t her real mother, her heart still clenched involuntarily. She instinctively asked, “What? A suicide note? Did she say anything?”

Was there any mention of the original body’s mother? Any mention of the original body?

Xiao Yan shook her head. “If you really want to know, I can request the original file for you to listen to. It’s a chaotic, over-twenty-minute-long ramble. The speaker sounded drunk, mumbling incoherently about random memories like watching wild ducks in a birch forest or walking through wheat fields in spring.”

“It was as if she were intoxicated, mistakenly believing her lover was beside her, hazily reminiscing about sweet past moments with someone who wasn’t there.”

“The sender never revealed their identity, but my mentor recognized your mother’s voice. Both she and I heard a name mentioned in the recording, Yi Qing.”

“That was the first time my mentor learned of Yi Qing. She engraved that name in her memory, but subsequent investigations yielded no progress until I came along.”

“?” Yi Jing raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you discovered something your mentor missed?”

Xiao Yan smiled shyly, suddenly resembling the ‘Qin Susu’ Yi Jing had once known. “My mentor didn’t realize I had some expertise in cryptography. My true passion has always been code-breaking.”

Yi Jing paused, recalling Xiao Yan’s earlier explanation about studying hard for a new school because she refused to believe her admired cousin could simply disappear or die.

Perhaps before her cousin’s incident, Xiao Yan had never considered pursuing her current field either.

“So what did you find?” Yi Jing asked.

“An address. Dr. Lin, your mother didn’t arrange that audio suicide note randomly. She might have been drunk, but every seemingly illogical statement contained hidden information she wanted to convey. The only part without any coded message was probably her confession of love for your mother.”

Hearing this, Yi Jing was momentarily stunned.

For the first time, she felt a subtle emotion toward these characters who had previously seemed like mere background NPCs. Something shifted inside her.

The thought of someone struggling to pass along crucial information in a suicide note, with their only genuine words being a love confession.

Yi Jing’s heart ached faintly.

Xiao Yan continued, “I previously researched your mother’s background and discovered she had an interest in studying obsolete phonetic scripts from last century before her disappearance. So I tried decoding all her landscape-related ramblings using the languages she’d studied.”

In the end, I discovered that every section about scenery and ecology corresponded to a specific language. After decoding your mother’s clues and special codes a second time, they all pointed to the same location. Combined with the scenic details your mother had described, I actually found an apartment building.

The building was already very old, with almost no one living there. It had been on the demolition list for two years, but due to the local government’s financial constraints, it hadn’t been torn down yet. I searched room by room and finally found what your mother had hidden in the basement.”

Yi Jing frowned slightly. “What was it?”

“It was evidence of your grandfather’s crimes,” Xiao Yan replied with a heavy expression.

“What?” Yi Jing was stunned. “She’s, my mother actually found something about Old Master Yi? Was it experimental records or something else?”

This time, it was Xiao Yan’s turn to be surprised. She blinked. “So you’d already guessed. Of course, you would have. I only dared to approach you after seeing your actions in District Seven and noticing the Yi family’s gradual decline while I was by Yi Heng’s side.

But over twenty years ago, the Yi family wasn’t as powerful as it is now. Old Master Yi was far from the omnipotent figure he is today, so many things were even done by his own hands. That made the evidence much easier to find than it would be now.”

“You mean he did it himself?!” Yi Jing stood up abruptly.

Her excitement was understandable. Old Master Yi was exceptionally good at covering his tracks, and Yi Jing had nearly given up on finding direct evidence of her illegal activities. Who would have thought that just when all seemed lost, there would be such a twist?

Xiao Yan nodded. “Yes, himself. In its early days, the Yi family was nothing like it is now far from the grandeur it boasts today. The small company Yi Hengzhi initially founded had no connection to the current conglomerate. Back then, Old Master Yi’s methods for building his fortune were extremely crude, essentially relying on underworld forces to extort and plunder. With too many dark secrets, that small company was eventually abandoned by Old Master Yi.

At that time, he lacked both the influence and foresight he has now, so he could only rely on shady businesses to amass wealth. Even your mother and your mother’s love story had Old Master Yi’s meddling behind it. He had his eye on your mother’s talents and wanted to see if Yi Qing, your mother could tie down Dr. Lin. He never expected they would genuinely fall in love, and that both of them would be the type to resist submitting to the Yi family.

Neither was willing to cooperate with Old Master Yi’s plans, so he resorted to extreme measures. He controlled your mother. According to Dr. Lin’s diaries, Yi Qing’s health had always been fragile, and Dr. Lin didn’t dare defy Old Master Yi under such circumstances, so she had to cooperate with his business ventures.

The Yi family’s earliest laboratories were entirely built under your mother’s direction. It’s fair to say that much of the Yi family’s current success is owed to her, she laid the foundation for everything. She was the true cornerstone of the Yi family’s vast empire, so she knew far more than I ever imagined. Beyond the evidence of Old Master Yi’s crimes she had gathered herself, your mother also documented the locations and operational models of the Yi family’s initial laboratories.”

“Where are these things now?” Yi Jing had never imagined that evidence would come so easily one day, almost forgetting what to say next.

Xiao Yan looked up at her: “I wasn’t confident I could keep the evidence safe, so I left it where it was. If you want it, you can come with me to retrieve it. The reason I came to the Yi family immediately after finding this evidence aside from being unable to stay silent after uncovering someone’s secrets was another important reason: I suspect my cousin might have been chosen by the Yi family, just like Dr. Lin.

I’ve been close to Yi Heng for a while now, and I can tell that not having access to the Yi family’s real business is a blessing. But that also means I have no way of knowing if my cousin is among them, so…”

“I understand,” Yi Jing nodded. “The information my mother left behind went unnoticed even by us, yet you went through great lengths to find that evidence and risked danger to bring it to me. I’ll look into your cousin’s situation, I’ll save her.”

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yan didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she lowered her head, biting her lip before finally speaking after a long pause: “No.”

“No?” Yi Jing repeated, puzzled.

Didn’t she want to rescue her cousin?

Xiao Yan hesitated before saying, “Actually given my cousin’s personality, no one could force her to do something she didn’t want to. I’m afraid, she might have chosen the Yi family deliberately. So, if you see her, please save her if she’s truly innocent. But if not…”

The same Xiao Yan who had just logically laid out such a complex matter now struggled with these few words.

Yi Jing understood her dilemma and sighed softly, agreeing to her request: “I see. I’ll handle it. I hope your cousin has no ties to the Yi family.”

Xiao Yan nodded faintly, her expression dimming.

Yu Miao glanced at the two and cleared her throat lightly. “Then should we retrieve Dr. Lin’s evidence as soon as possible?”

Xiao Yan snapped out of her thoughts and nodded at Yu Miao. “Alright.”

Yi Jing also refocused, lowering her gaze to adjust her schedule on her terminal. “I can free up a day in about two days. Will that be enough?”

Xiao Yan nodded. “It’s enough if we leave immediately after getting the evidence.”

“Good,” Yi Jing responded, her fingers swiftly tapping on the terminal. “Then I’ll arrange transportation.”

Two days later, after several hours of flying and multiple transfers, Yi Jing and Xiao Yan arrived at the location mentioned in Lin Yuyuan’s suicide note.

It was a dusty, half-underground room likely once intended as uncomfortable living quarters but long abandoned.

The last person to set foot here was probably Xiao Yan when she discovered the place. Yi Jing could even see faint footprints in the dust, left behind by Xiao Yan.

“Come in.” Xiao Yan opened the door to reveal a room faintly smelling of mildew. The space had an industrial aesthetic or perhaps lacked any real decoration at all. Dilapidated shelves and simple wooden tables stood everywhere, piled high with document folders, books, and scattered drafts.

The chaos exuded a sense of urgency, as if there had been no time to tidy up, only to hastily deposit these records here.

“Take your time looking. I’ll wait outside,” Xiao Yan said politely before stepping out of the room.

Yi Jing walked in alone, the echo of her heels against the floor resonating hollowly. Her gaze swept over the sea of paper records filling the room. Her fingers brushed against the fragile, time-worn sheets, occasionally catching sight of the crisp, decisive handwriting scrawled across them.

The contents were random equations, hastily jotted notes clearly the spontaneous byproducts of daily experiments.

At such close proximity to someone’s handwritten notes, seeing her linguistic habits and discovering the fragments she left between experiments, for a brief moment Yi Jing felt as if she had truly met this person.

Yi Jing withdrew her hand, briefly surveyed the documents in the room, and sat down in a corner.

The place contained numerous items experimental records, material analyses, and daily complaints about the Yi family and foolish students in the lab. But most of the records were about Yi Jing’s mother: what Yi Qing liked to eat, how picky she was with ingredients, which fabrics she preferred in different seasons, and even her little quirks.

Judging from Dr. Lin’s experimental notes, she appeared to be a cold, ill-tempered person impatient with others, treating people as if they were dogs, her tone always detached and efficient, much like her handwriting.

Only when describing matters related to Yi Qing did her penmanship suddenly soften. Her tone would shift to that of a girl pretending to whine and complain, going on and on about the “troubles” of living with Yi Qing while clearly enjoying every moment of it. She took care of that delicate, often-ill omega as happily as if she were tending to the most challenging, precious project in her research.

But Dr. Lin probably never knew, even until her death, that she had a daughter in this world.

In the final days of her life, when her covert investigation into the Yi family’s business dealings was exposed and she was hunted down by Old Master Yi’s men, Dr. Lin hadn’t seen Yi Qing for several months.

Yi Jing saw the detailed, trivial notes Dr. Lin had written in what should have been an experimental log pages filled with desperate, feverish longing for Yi Qing, like the ramblings of a drunkard.

And then, there was nothing more. When it all ended, Dr. Lin left behind only a recorded will and this room full of belongings. As for Yi Qing, her health had never been strong. First imprisoned, then forced to give birth to Yi Jing, and finally hearing the news of Dr. Lin’s death, she too passed away soon after.

Yi Jing meticulously went through everything Dr. Lin had left behind. Among the documents, she found the research manual for Old Master Yi’s most cutting-edge laboratory products, records of derivative research and production processes, and Dr. Lin’s work logs from her time in Old Master Yi’s lab. These logs detailed exactly where Old Master Yi had sourced his raw materials during his rise and where he had dumped his products.

There was even evidence of Old Master Yi’s direct involvement in drug trafficking, along with the real account books kept by his financial officers and the true records from the research institute each piece damning enough to nail him to the defendant’s stand.

After gathering all the evidence, Yi Jing finally held the experimental notebook, which had turned into a love letter in its final pages close to her chest. Silently, she thought, Though we never had the chance to meet, we were still mother and daughter by blood. The vengeance you couldn’t fulfill let me carry it out for you.

From this moment on, the Yi family’s last chance to escape this siege vanished completely.

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