The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 104
by Little PandaThe Last Heart
“You’ll Need Your Household Registration Booklet to Trade for It”
Jinyi’s answer clearly pleased Youwan. She gave a soft laugh, fixing her gaze on the back of Jinyi’s ears. Those narrow, seductive eyes held deep whirlpools that looked ready to swallow a person whole.
Jinyi had her back to her and couldn’t see the look in her eyes—she could only feel Youwan’s arms wrapping around her from behind, breathing warmly against her ear, soft as water. “Xiao Jin belongs exclusively to jiejie, of course.”
Youwan’s voice was truly mesmerizing. She added, “I really want to give Xiao Jin a point…”
Jinyi wanted it even more, growing a bit anxious. “Mm, then just give me one.”
“Help jiejie first…”
The last word drowned in Jinyi’s mind. Youwan tugged her downward, and she knelt on the soft blanket. Youwan leaned back against a cushion, raised her leg, and pressed her high heel against Jinyi’s shoulder, eyes hazy with desire.
It seemed like a humiliating posture, but the person stepping on her was Youwan, and Jinyi found it… thrilling.
Youwan was so commanding1, so beautiful, so sexy…
It might have been an illusion, but Jinyi felt that pregnancy had made Youwan even more alluring than before.
Only she had ever seen Youwan like this. Youwan would only ever reveal such seduction to her.
The thought filled Jinyi with satisfaction, and the desire in her mind was led entirely by Youwan’s pull.
Youwan narrowed her fox-like eyes as if appraising her, then curled her lips, satisfied by the infatuation in Jinyi’s gaze, and commanded: “Crawl over here.”
Jiejie was telling her to crawl over…
She wasn’t repulsed by such an order from Youwan at all—if anything, she was a little excited. Excited and ashamed.
She knew Youwan wanted her to crawl over and kiss her, and then…
So she felt ashamed of where they were—a sense of taboo, like committing indecent acts in broad daylight.
She knelt, palms pressed into the fluffy blanket, biting her lip as she crawled forward step by step under Youwan’s imperious gaze. In several moments, she truly felt like she had become Youwan’s little pet.
A little pet who had misbehaved, needing to please her Master under that stern gaze.
It was so humiliating.
Youwan lounged lazily against the cushion. Jinyi propped herself in front of her, the little pet tumbling into her Master’s embrace, having her face cupped, being caressed.
The distance between them shrank until Youwan tilted her head slightly and captured her lips. The hyacinth-flavored jelly held between their mouths wouldn’t melt—soft and bouncy the whole time.
Kissing was truly addictive—she loved kissing deeper and deeper until she couldn’t breathe, then reveling in that suffocating, scorching sensation.
When they parted, looking at each other’s dazed, desire-clouded eyes, and the corners of lips glistening with each other’s saliva… the satisfaction within was beyond compare.
Jinyi’s eyes grew red from the kissing. Bracing her hands on Youwan’s shoulders, gazing at her face, she couldn’t resist lowering her head to nuzzle her neck. Then, as if possessed, she softly called out: “Master…”
She didn’t know how it had slipped out. She vaguely remembered that among the answers to the question 【How to Please an S-Leaning Ex-Girlfriend】, calling her “Master” was a highly scoring item.
Youwan seemed startled for a moment—clearly, Jinyi’s unprompted “Master” had pleased her deeply. Her lips curved up, and she ruffled Jinyi’s hair, whispering something in her ear. Jinyi obediently shuffled back to the right position, and Youwan hooked her legs around Jinyi’s back, pinning her in place while gently stroking her head.
Her pencil skirt had been hiked to her waist. Only then did Jinyi realize that the stern, aloof, and capable female executive who had just been sharply reprimanding people outside was, inside, this…
After returning to the company from the hospital, Youwan had come to the lounge to change, specifically switching into this professional outfit. Jinyi had marveled at the time at how meticulous her work ethic was—never imagining she’d been wearing crotchless black stockings underneath.
Youwan had planned this all along.
The employees outside would never imagine that their strict, icy female boss—pregnant and all—would scheme to seduce her own Alpha.
……
The hand pressing Jinyi’s head went limp and fell away.
Jinyi lifted her head from the vast expanse, turning aside to gulp in air. Winter darkness fell quickly—without noticing, the sky outside had already dimmed. The streets glowed with neon lights, and the glass faintly reflected what they looked like at this moment. Jinyi’s head swam; she stared blankly at the glass while catching her breath.
Looking at her own disheveled, bedraggled reflection, she soon turned to find Youwan. Youwan’s unfocused eyes had already sharpened. She sat up from the cushion, dug a box of medicine from her bag, and looking at Jinyi’s damp, flushed face, couldn’t resist pinching her chin and commanding gently: “Open up. Take your medicine.”
Jinyi obeyed, swallowing the pill dutifully.
“This way you won’t get a fever and feel awful,” Youwan said.
“…Mm.”
“Master, I want a hug,” Jinyi pleaded in a sweet, sticky voice.
Perhaps because her gland had been further activated, Jinyi’s craving for Youwan’s pheromones had intensified. She desperately wanted to hold her close, skin to skin, wanted her tender care, wanted to forget everything else—forgetting how thoroughly she’d just been tormented.
“Okay~ come here.” Youwan’s reddened eyes brimmed with doting affection. She gathered Jinyi into her arms, and Jinyi buried her face in her neck, breathing deep of her pheromones.
“Who taught you to call me that?”
Jinyi took a long while before answering in a muffled voice against her skin. “Mm… the internet taught me. Does jiejie like it?”
“I like it very much. Does Xiao Jin want to always be jiejie’s little pet?”
Jinyi blinked, utterly without principle yet with a sliver of it: “If jiejie only has me as her one little pet…”
“Heh~”
The flirtation ended as a knock came from outside. Youwan ignored Jinyi’s whimpers of protest, pushed her away, stood up, and selected an identical suit from the wardrobe, changing on the spot. In no time, she’d restored her usual meticulous, cold, and elegant image.
With no trace whatsoever of the wantonness from moments ago.
Jinyi was still propped on the blanket, looking up at her, whimpering about not wanting her to leave.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think they were about to be separated by thousands of miles.
Youwan glanced at her, pulled a tissue from the box, walked over and bent down, gently wiping the lingering dampness from her face. She kissed her lips once more, tossed the tissue in the trash bin, and rose to leave—dropping a single line: “Be good. Jiejie will give you one point.”
One point?
Half of Jinyi’s grievance and reluctance melted away. She looked around for her phone, opened the pinned memo titled 【Jiang Jinyi’s Wife-Chasing Progress】, deleted the cracked heart trailing after the row of hearts, and typed in a new, whole one.
The progress was at eighty-six now…
Jinyi stared at the screen for a long time, couldn’t resist taking a screenshot, opened WeChat, found Youwan’s chat, and sent it to her.
She also changed her contact label to 【Bad Woman】.
Jinyi crawled onto the bed, where Youwan’s freshly removed clothes lay tossed. Blushing, she buried her face in them.
She grumbled internally—Youwan was so bad. Bad in every way. Especially bad.
But she was also so captivating.
Sure enough, Mom was right—beautiful women were all trouble.
When had Youwan become this bad?
Jinyi truly couldn’t reconcile this Youwan with the little white flower who had arrived at the Jiang family five years ago and been bullied by her.
Now it seemed the tables had turned—it was Youwan bullying her.
And repaying it double.
When they first met, Jinyi remembered, she had drawn several hyacinths on Youwan’s face.
Bullied her. Humiliated her.
And now look—she was going to have Youwan’s datura tattooed on the nape of her neck, the kind that could never be washed off.
And she was being bullied in all sorts of ways—bullied, and she could only obey meekly…
The Eldest Miss Jiang of five years ago could never have imagined that those ignorant, childish cruelties would be exacted by Youwan over an entire lifetime.
During this period, Jinyi tried every method, racked her brain, and shamelessly threw herself into the effort of mending the cracked hearts pinned at the top of her memo.
Youwan worked eight hours a day, and Jinyi was there for at least six of them. The remaining two hours were spent either buying things for Youwan or cooking for her.
To win her wife back, she’d become incredibly sweet, incredibly good at playing obedient, incredibly attentive.
She’d even activated her green tea persona.
Su Corporation wasn’t Jiang Corporation. Hanging around Su Corporation every day naturally generated plenty of gossip—discussing her sensational past, all the “black history” of her spoiled-heiress days.
The most common refrain was that a stupid, foolish useless heiress like her didn’t deserve a powerful woman like their CEO Su.
Their CEO Su and her partner should be an evenly-matched power couple.
Jinyi had walked in on them saying these things more times than she could count.
Normally, she would have thrown a tantrum and humiliated those gossipy tongue-waggers. She still did that, but after scolding them, a flash of inspiration sent her back to the top floor to find Youwan, asking her to teach her how to do business.
Mind you, from childhood to adulthood, she’d had zero interest in business—in fact, she’d found it utterly tedious, the kind of thing she wouldn’t glance at twice.
A sudden change like that had to have a reason.
She knew Youwan would ask why she wanted to learn these things, so she went with the flow and recounted what the gossipy tongue-waggers had been saying about her.
She feigned insecurity, head down, tugging at the corner of Youwan’s clothes, and said in a small voice: “If I take over Jiang Corporation in the future and become a business elite like jiejie, would I be more worthy of jiejie? Could we be an evenly-matched power couple then?”
“Would that earn me lots of points?”
“Of course not.” Youwan shot it down without hesitation, just as expected.
“I think it would…” She pretended to be so hurt, so ready to cry, as if she were genuinely about to rush off and take over Jiang Corporation. Youwan coaxed and reasoned with her for a good while.
After being coaxed, she wrapped her arms around Youwan’s neck, tucked herself into her embrace, and said, muffled against her chest: “Actually, I don’t want to be an evenly-matched power couple with jiejie. I just want jiejie to shelter me.”
“Be… managed by Master.”
Not only did she know how to play obedient, play cute, and play green tea, she had also taken the art of pleasing an S-leaning ex-girlfriend to its absolute limit.
Knowing that Youwan liked being called Master, she would sidle up to her ear when no one was around and call it out a couple of times to earn a kiss. Then she’d sway Youwan’s hand and ask, sweet and sticky, whether jiejie’s broken hearts had been mended even a little bit from their kisses.
Sometimes Youwan didn’t want to let her win, so she wouldn’t answer—but Jinyi could judge for herself. They definitely had been.
Even without the points, she was still happy.
Getting Youwan’s WeChat was only the beginning. Gradually, she also received Youwan’s personally typed phone number, and had her finger pressed onto the password lock of her home by Youwan’s own hand.
The day after her fingerprint was added, she ordered a very refined cage online, secretly slipped one of the keys into Youwan’s pocket, then headed to Youwan’s flat early, shut herself inside the cage, set down a cushion, sat there playing on her phone, and waited. When she heard the door open, she pretended to have just woken up, gazing at Youwan with misty, dewy eyes.
She called her Master softly, waiting for her to come unlock it.
Youwan froze for a moment, then a smile curled her lips. She set down her bag, took out the key, and released her treasure from the cage.
Jinyi had done her homework thoroughly. With an adoring, mesmerized gaze, eyes never leaving her, she crawled out of the cage, wrapped her arms around Youwan’s leg, and rested her head gently against her slightly rounded belly.
It profoundly satisfied that desire deep in Youwan’s heart.
Control. Possession. Domination.
“Baby, you’re just too adorable. How should jiejie reward you?”
“I want points…”
“I really can’t do anything with you.”
……
Jinyi was gaining more life experience by the day. When she got cut or burned, she knew how to treat the wound. After patching herself up, she’d finish cooking, make sure Youwan got to eat, and only then go act clingy with her.
Her cooking was getting better and better, but the frequency of cuts and burns hadn’t decreased accordingly. After one too many cuts, Youwan forbade her from cooking. Jinyi refused to compromise, so Youwan proposed supervising her in the kitchen. “Supervising” somehow always turned into Youwan doing the cooking while Jinyi assisted.
After months apart, tasting Youwan’s cooking again made her burst into tears—really heartbroken crying. She wept and ate in big mouthfuls, and it took Youwan’s coaxing to calm her down, or she’d have cried through the entire meal.
A person really could change so much for another. Jinyi had been born surrounded by stars, pampered and loved, and could have remained willful and domineering for life—yet she’d slowly learned how to hold another person in the palm of her hand.
She pieced things together bit by bit, and after more than half a month, she’d finally restored fourteen of the broken hearts.
One left.
She was lying on the bed in Youwan’s lounge, sleeping in Youwan’s arms. Youwan seemed to have already fallen asleep, but she couldn’t. She pulled out her phone and stared at the screen full of hearts for a long time, scheming about how to earn that last point when she woke up.
She’d have to perform well tonight.
Carrying a mind full of happiness, she drifted into sleep. She slept for a long time. The sky outside had already darkened. She didn’t know what she dreamed, but she was hugging Youwan’s pillow and, before even opening her eyes, followed the scent and bit into it.
She bit—and realized something was wrong. Then she opened her eyes.
She rubbed her eyes, sat up groggily, looked at the tooth marks on the pillow in her arms, and belatedly recalled her dream.
In the dream, she had wanted to mark Youwan.
She got dressed and out of bed. Youwan had already packed up and was ready to leave work. Jinyi ran over and clung to her, and the closer she got, the more intensely she felt that familiar agitation rising inside. Several times, she caught herself staring at Youwan’s gland, wanting to bite.
Could it be… Jinyi’s eyes lit up as something occurred to her.
There were still assistants around. She’d planned to tell jiejie about it after they got home, but to her surprise, once they left the company, Youwan wouldn’t let her into her car—she’d prepared another vehicle for her instead.
Telling her to go home by herself.
Jinyi stood frozen in the wind, eyes instantly reddening, tears about to spill.
“Jiejie…” In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through her mind. She was only one heart away—had Youwan changed her mind?
Did Youwan not want her anymore?
She clutched Youwan’s sleeve tightly, pouting up at her, her eyes brimming with the most pitiful grievance.
Youwan had meant to tease her for a while, but within moments, her own heart ached too much to bear. She reached up and wiped Jinyi’s cold-reddened nose, explaining gently: “I’m sending you home today because you have a task I need to assign you.”
Jinyi sniffled. “What task?”
“You’re only missing the last heart. For this final heart, jiejie wants you to trade your household registration booklet2.”
“With it, jiejie’s home will be your home.”
Footnotes
- 御 | yù | Internet slang for a commanding, glamorous, mature-woman aesthetic; conveys authoritative allure and elegance, often associated with dominant older-sister figures.
- 户口簿 | hùkǒubù | Official PRC household registry document recording each citizen's legal residence and family relationships; required for marriage registration, school enrollment, and property transactions.
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