The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 105
by Little PandaDiscovering a Secret
Gland Recovery, the Urge to Mark
“Also, remember to bring your resident identity card.”
As Youwan’s words fell, a gust of cold wind swept in, carrying them away from Jinyi’s ear.
As if it had taken Jinyi’s sense of time along with it. The air froze. Not even the howling wind remained in her ears.
She looked at Youwan, her brain seemingly crashing, eyes glazed, frozen in the wind. She parted her lips and it took a long while before she found her voice: “H-household registration booklet?”
As her thoughts slowly returned, her brain listed all sorts of possibilities for what Youwan might want with her household registration booklet and ID card. She even absurdly wondered if Youwan was going to use her family’s booklet to do something bad.
Was Youwan going to make her steal Jiang family secrets?
Was Youwan trying to transfer herself into the Jiang family’s household registration?
Was Youwan…
All sorts of utterly absurd thoughts.
Each one flashing through her mind only briefly.
The most reasonable, most likely answer was only one.
Marriage.
Before even getting a confirmed answer, just thinking of those two words made Jinyi feel her brain go floaty and dizzy, unreal, as if she’d been caught in an illusion.
Her questioning tone was equally airy. “Jiejie, what do you need my household registration booklet for?”
“What for?” Youwan seemed amused by this silly question. “What could I possibly do with Xiao Jin’s household registration booklet?”
Youwan tapped her chin with her index finger, pretending to think. “Sell Xiao Jin, then count the money?”
Jinyi could tell she was joking, but she was desperate to know the answer and quickly shook her head in denial.
“Jiejie, hurry up and tell me, I’m so anxious…”
Youwan looked at her. “You trust me that much? That I won’t sell you off?”
Her words were meant to scare, but her eyes curved into an exceedingly gentle, doting smile.
Jinyi hated it when she kept things hanging like this. She wanted her to say it quickly, so she pressed herself against Youwan, wrapping her arms around her and acting spoiled. “How could jiejie bear to? Jiejie doesn’t even need money. Even if jiejie needed money, no one has more money than me. Don’t sell me—just scam me instead. Scam me out of all my money, that’s fine.”
“Oh?” Youwan pressed a kiss to her cheek and said softly, “The Civil Affairs Bureau opens at eight. Xiao Jin needs to be there on time.”
The Civil Affairs Bureau…
“We’re really… going to the Civil Affairs Bureau?”
“Really. I thought about it, and Xiao Jin is right—selling Xiao Jin isn’t as good as scamming Xiao Jin. Xiao Jin is so cute, I need to strike first and claim you, right?”
Jinyi felt like a can filled to the brim with sweet peach juice—so happy, so joyful…
To think that her biggest wish behind collecting a hundred hearts had been for Youwan to get back together with her, for Youwan to be her girlfriend. Now she was being told she could be directly promoted to wife…
A colossal surprise had landed on her head, nearly knocking her out.
“Is Xiao Jin willing to be scammed by jiejie?”
How could she not be willing? Jinyi was overjoyed, feeling an urge to cry. She pressed her lips together to hold it back and nodded vigorously. “Mm, mm! Super willing…”
She said with extreme seriousness and conviction, “I’ll definitely complete the mission. I’ll get the household registration booklet for jiejie and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with jiejie.”
Youwan truly loved this eager look of hers, this impatience to hand herself over. “Alright, jiejie believes you.”
She buried her face in the crook of Youwan’s neck, resting on her soft scarf. “I want to swap scarves with jiejie. I won’t see you for a whole night—I’ll definitely miss you super, super much.”
“Alright, I really can’t do anything with you.” Youwan removed her own scarf and personally put it on Jinyi.
Jinyi tucked the lower half of her face into it.
Jinyi got into the car Youwan had arranged for her. In less than thirty minutes, the car stopped at her front door. She’d been clinging to Youwan lately and rarely came home. As she approached the door, apart from excitement, she also felt guilty toward her mom. She thought it was still early—she’d have a proper meal with Mom later.
With that thought, she pushed open the front door. She’d just opened her mouth to call for Mom when she heard some commotion. She turned her head toward the sound and saw Mom sitting on the bar counter, and Secretary Song right in front of her, propped on the counter. The moment Song Lian was spotted, she quickly pulled back to a safe distance.
Both of them looked at Jinyi. Ningshu’s cheeks were flushed with an unusual rosiness, biting her lip, her expression awkward and embarrassed.
Secretary Song’s face was also red, her eyes seeming to carry a hint of displeasure—the kind of displeasure from having a good thing interrupted. One or two traces of concentrated pheromones still lingered in the air. The atmosphere had a certain… sensual quality.
That concentrated Alpha pheromone made Jinyi frown in mild discomfort, but she hadn’t put it together yet—only surprised, she asked blankly, “Mom, Secretary Song, what are you doing?”
“Xiao Jin, why are you back?” Ningshu suppressed the strangeness in her voice and gave Jinyi a gentle smile. Then she extended both hands and instructed Song Lian in a very proper tone, “Secretary Song, carry me down.”
The corner of Song Lian’s mouth seemed to twitch upward. She followed the order, stepping forward to wrap her arms around Ningshu. Ningshu quickly pulled a suppressant patch from her pocket and, as she wrapped her arms around Song Lian’s neck, pressed it onto her. Song Lian carried her down from the bar counter, supporting her as they walked toward Jinyi.
“Mom is doing leg rehabilitation exercises, and Secretary Song was assisting. We practiced for a bit too long just now, so I worked up a sweat.” Ningshu was indeed a business titan who had navigated the corporate world for years. Even her impromptu, fabricated excuse delivered in a serious tone had a way of making people believe it without question.
Jinyi nodded, a beat slow, then hurried forward to take her from Song Lian’s arms. “How’s Mom’s leg now? Does it still hurt? Your face is all red—are you very tired?”
Ningshu glanced casually at Song Lian behind her and replied, “No, it’s much better than before.”
“Why did Xiao Jin suddenly come back? Not keeping your jiejie company?”
“I came to have a meal with Mom.”
After eating with Mom, she sat down and chatted about her recent progress—how far along she’d gotten, whether she’d managed to coax jiejie, how jiejie’s health had been lately, whether there were any pregnancy discomforts.
Jinyi was happy to chat with her, and received some coaching—Ningshu patiently taught her how to pursue an Omega.
Jinyi listened, feeling a secret thrill of smugness.
Mom still thought she hadn’t won jiejie over, when actually she was going to register her marriage with jiejie tomorrow.
She definitely didn’t know her daughter was this impressive.
Jinyi only said she’d come back for a meal. She didn’t tell her the most important reason for returning.
Even though she knew Mom liked Youwan and wanted them together, registering tomorrow—Jinyi still worried that Mom might think it was too fast or have other negative reactions that could cause some interference with their Civil Affairs Bureau registration tomorrow. To be safe, she decided to act first and report later1.
No matter what, she’d get the household registration booklet out to Youwan and marry Youwan first.
Not a single obstruction or mishap could be allowed.
She’d tell Mom after they were married.
Give her a surprise.
The mother and daughter chatted until ten o’clock, the time the doctor had instructed Ningshu to sleep. Song Lian came to remind them, and Jinyi urged Mom to go upstairs to bed.
“Xiao Jin should rest early too. Are you going to see jiejie again tomorrow? One night apart and you must be very impatient.”
Ningshu teased, being supported by Song Lian as she headed upstairs. Jinyi sat alone on the sofa blushing for a moment, then followed them upstairs.
Jinyi and Song Lian together helped Ningshu lie back in bed, covered her with the blanket, and adjusted the heating to a comfortable temperature. Only after finishing everything did they leave together.
Song Lian had been staying at the Jiang family villa recently. She had her own room there, right next to Ningshu’s study. As they walked back and parted ways, Song Lian, as she had for many years, showed concern and reminded her, “Miss, go to bed early. Chairman Jiang worries about you. Sleeping early will help you recover faster.”
Jinyi nodded. “You too, Secretary Song. You’ve really worked hard lately.”
Song Lian smiled. “It’s not hard work. It’s what I should do.”
The three returned to their respective rooms.
Jinyi didn’t actually listen and go to sleep. She pulled out the scarf she’d swapped with Youwan when they parted today, buried her face in it, and inhaled deeply, absorbing the residual pheromones.
She didn’t know if it was because her gland had really recovered a lot, or because they’d been together so long without separation, but ever since she got in the car she’d been missing Youwan—her heart ached for her, and her body ached too.
This craving grew stronger the longer they were apart. Just now, while chatting with Mom, her head had been full of Youwan—she’d barely been able to focus enough to respond.
Youwan, bad woman, vixen.
……
Sitting alone on the bed like this for about half an hour, she opened her door and tiptoed out, walking to Mom’s study and entering the password.
She carefully opened the door, saw no one inside, and her eyes sparkled with triumph. She went to the desk and rummaged through the cabinet where Ningshu usually kept documents.
Easily, she found the household registration booklet.
Just as she was about to pocket it and leave, she suddenly heard, faintly, some strange sounds.
Jinyi grew alert. She held her breath and followed the direction of the sound. It was really strange—was that Secretary Song’s voice? But the soundproofing here was so good, how could she hear the next room?
Suddenly, she noticed something unusual.
The bookshelf seemed to have been shifted from its original position, revealing half of a passage leading to the next room… a hidden passage?
Wasn’t the next room Secretary Song’s?
Driven by curiosity, Jinyi walked toward it. The strange sounds were indeed amplified. She peered inside and saw two pairs of legs overlapping.
The sounds from Secretary Song’s room came through clearly, accompanied by rapid breathing: “Song Lian, mm… Song Lian…”
“Jiang Ningshu, what are we now? Are you always going to treat me as nothing more than a golden canary that can never see the light of day?”
“……”
Jinyi froze in place, eyes wide. One hand clamped over her mouth, the other pressed the booklet against her chest as she quickly retreated.
Her unsteady steps made quite a bit of noise, but fortunately the two were deeply absorbed and didn’t notice anything amiss.
Only after returning to her room and closing the door did she dare to breathe heavily.
She sat blankly on the bed, digesting the secret she’d just discovered.
Memories from years ago were awakened. She couldn’t remember if she was seven or eight, but back then, playing as a child, she had discovered this hidden passage. But she was too young and didn’t pay it any mind—she forgot quickly and never recalled it.
Jinyi recalled all these years—every time Secretary Song stayed overnight at the Jiang villa, Mom would work overtime in her study until very late…
Every time Mom came home drunk from social engagements, Secretary Song would stay in Mom’s room for a very, very long time.
And after that woman replaced Mom, Secretary Song never stayed overnight again.
And because Secretary Song was always so respectful and proper in front of others, Jinyi had never noticed anything wrong.
So Mom and Secretary Song…
Secretary Song wasn’t just a secretary—she was Mom’s underground lover, kept for all these years?
So… so surprising.
The notification sound of WeChat interrupted her thoughts. She picked up her phone, saw it, and quickly tapped in—it was a message from Youwan.
【Have you taken your medicine?】
Medicine?
Ah, she’d forgotten.
Jinyi only now remembered—during the day, Youwan hadn’t fed her the medicine herself, telling her to be responsible and take it on her own. But when it came to taking medicine, she simply couldn’t be responsible about it.
【I’ll take it in a bit.】
【Really?】 Clearly, Youwan was skeptical.
Jinyi was about to assure her, but the next second, Youwan’s video call came through.
Jinyi quickly fixed her bangs, sat up straight against the headboard, ensured she looked cute and adorable, and only then accepted the call.
Youwan’s upper body appeared on the phone screen. She was still wearing the white V-neck from earlier today—she probably hadn’t showered yet.
She was sunk into the sofa, eyes half-lowered, posture languid.
“Did jiejie just finish working?” Jinyi asked with concern.
“No.” Youwan chuckled softly. “I’m waiting for you to report good news.”
Jinyi’s lips curved up, her adorable dimples and under-eye curves showing. She raised the household registration booklet she was hugging tightly. “I got it.”
Her eyes were clearly begging for praise—love and anticipation impossible to hide.
“I want to kiss you,” Youwan said softly.
Of course Jinyi wanted to too—super, super much. She wished she could see Youwan right now, smell her pheromones, hold her close. “Then let me bring it to you right now, okay?”
“No.” Youwan refused flatly. “It’s snowing heavily outside.”
“I’m not scared. I’ll dress warmly, I—”
One sentence from Youwan shut her up. “Jiejie’s heart would ache.”
“Be good. It’s not safe at night.”
Jinyi lowered her eyes, lay down on the bed, and buried the lower half of her face in Youwan’s scarf. In a small voice: “I wish it would be morning right now.”
Youwan urged her again, “Take your medicine quickly. Both pills.”
“…Mm.”
Jinyi dug out the pills and water. She held the pills in her palm and struggled with herself for at least five minutes before, under Youwan’s coaxing and threatening through the screen, she swallowed them. The very next second, she chugged half a glass of water.
“I took them…” Still uncomfortable after chugging the water, her first instinct was to tell Youwan.
Youwan’s eyes curved, a distinctive glint of amusement flashing through them. “Good job.”
Being doted on made a difference—even taking medicine on her own once earned praise for a long time.
After praising her, Youwan glanced at the time. “I’m a bit sleepy. Jiejie is going to shower. Xiao Jin should sleep first? We need to get up early tomorrow.”
“Jiejie shower first. I won’t hang up. I want to say good night to jiejie.”
Youwan neither agreed nor refused. She propped the phone on the nightstand, stood up, plugged it in to charge, and flipped the camera around to face the plushies arranged on her bed.
“Let them keep you company.” With that, Youwan walked away.
Before long, Jinyi heard the patter of water.
So when you missed someone to a certain degree, you really could stare at motionless plushies for that long.
……
As time passed, Jinyi gradually noticed something strange about her body—and it seemed to be getting stranger.
A familiar sensation—she felt it every time Youwan fed her the medicine. But for it to intensify to the point of trending toward a sensitive period, this was the first time.
She gripped the scarf tightly, trying to suppress the restlessness inside her. She kept staring at the screen, refusing to hang up—she wanted to say good night to Youwan.
Before long, the water stopped. After a rustle of movement, the phone was flipped back, and Youwan reappeared on screen.
Jinyi was stunned. Youwan was now wearing a black lace nightgown—the very suggestive kind.
It might have been intentionally bought a size too small. The fabric dug into her flesh slightly, making Youwan look even more voluptuous. The soft fullness of her lactating breasts seemed ready to burst through the fabric.
Even though nothing was spilling out, this type of lace didn’t really conceal anything—it only served to tease, saying yet not saying.
Around Youwan’s slender, pale neck, a black ribbon tie was fastened for the first time.
“Jiejie…” Jinyi stared, transfixed. The fire burning inside her seemed to have been doused with oil, suddenly intensifying many times over.
Youwan glanced at the phone screen upon hearing her, smiled seductively, knelt on the bed, arched her waist, and reached behind her back, as if trying to do something.
“Xiao Jin, jiejie can’t seem to fasten the clasp…”
Her pregnant belly rose with the arch of her back, but it didn’t diminish the overall beauty. Instead, it added a different kind of allure—graceful curves that made one’s mouth water.
“Jiejie…” Jinyi’s jaw tightened.
She frowned, arched her waist with effort, and finally fastened the clasp behind her back.
“There…” She turned to look at the phone, then brought it closer, looking at the person on screen with a seductive smile. “Weren’t you going to say good night to jiejie?”
“Good night, baby. See you tomorrow.”
Before Jinyi could say anything, Youwan hung up.
Jinyi felt the back of her neck grow hot, the heat spreading through her entire body. Her body and mind were slowly being taken over by something called “desire.” Her brain was left with almost only one thought: she wanted to mark Youwan.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to go find her.
At that moment, her phone pinged again. Youwan had sent several incredibly sensual selfies—kneeling on a blanket with legs spread, posing for the mirror.
With the caption: 【Be good and wait until tomorrow. Jiejie will wear this underneath when we go register.】
Jinyi let out a needy whimper. She finally understood the agonizing torment Youwan had felt back then—marked and then abandoned, unable to get the marking and comfort she needed.
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