The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 108

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Trapping Her in the Softest Way

Jiang Jinyi sucked mouthful by careful mouthful, so cautious and careful, terrified of waking her owner and being caught red-handed.

            

Guilt flooded her chest, yet she couldn’t resist the temptation.

Her heart pounded like a war drum.

As she drank, she unconsciously released waves of pheromones.

            

She didn’t notice it herself, but the sleeping woman gave her a response.

The person sleeping peacefully let out a sudden soft whimper, and Jiang Jinyi—mid-theft—felt her heart skip a beat. She scrambled back and turned to look.

The sleeping woman’s cheeks had flushed peach-pink, her brow furrowed, lips parted, breathing grown rapid, her chest heaving more intensely than before—as though she were even more uncomfortable than she’d been moments ago.

            

But she was so beautiful…

Like a mermaid stranded and slumbering on a shore, unknowingly bewitching.

Impossible to look away from.

            

Half a beat too late, Jiang Jinyi caught the datura fragrance in the air, far richer than before, and finally understood: her uncontrolled pheromones while nursing had triggered her heat.

And she herself…

She felt the nape of her neck swelling again.

            

Human desire always grows without bound. Just moments ago, Jiang Jinyi had only wanted to steal a drink of milk. Now, she wanted to devour this datura flower.

Her gland freshly restored, she was greedy enough to want to fill in every blank of the past few months all at once.

But jiejie was already so exhausted.

            

She’d barely been able to stand when she came upstairs earlier—collapsed into bed the instant she touched it. And now, suffering like this, she still couldn’t wake up.

How could she bully her any further?

Jiang Jinyi wanted to kill the thought then and there, get out of bed, and leave—but her legs wouldn’t carry her. She felt as though she couldn’t take a single step away from Jiang Youwan.

            

She couldn’t leave…

If she forced herself to walk away, it would hurt terribly, unbearably.

She’d still end up eagerly trotting¹ back to her side.

            

Jiang Jinyi sat beside her, torn for a long time. If she couldn’t mark her, then she’d just take one breath—one breath to ease the craving, and then she’d go make Jiang Youwan a meal.

Yes, that was a perfect plan.

With that settled, she put it into action at once. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jiang Youwan’s parted lips, then gently rolled her onto her side, turning her back.

            

She carefully swept aside the strands of her hair, pressed the tip of her nose to the nape of her neck, and breathed in deeply. She’d meant to temporarily quell her own longing—but one sniff led to an involuntary kiss, and the kiss lingered.

She touched the spot with the tips of her teeth. Jiang Youwan let out a soft whimper and stirred—perhaps it tickled, and she tried to resist.

Her whimper was extraordinarily soft, a tender delicacy she had never shown Jiang Jinyi before. Jiang Jinyi’s heart clenched, and she ached to see more of this side of Jiang Youwan.

            

Too delicate, too alluring.

She kissed her again, gave a gentle bite.

Another soft whimper.

            

Jiang Youwan’s brow remained furrowed in sleep.

Sometimes, when a person is exhausted enough, no amount of stirring will wake them.

This feeling—jiejie at her mercy—was entirely new to Jiang Jinyi. Once the bottom line she’d set for herself was breached, it only kept sinking lower and lower.

            

Jiang Jinyi wanted to see every version of Jiang Youwan she’d never been allowed to see.

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“Xiao Jin…” Jiang Youwan murmured, calling her name in a hazy, hoarse, fragile voice—as though summoning her from inside a dream. Treated like this, she still couldn’t wake.

            

“Baby…”

Even in her dreams, she called her baby. Jiang Jinyi’s heart soared.

The sensation of touching a sleeping person was entirely different, and Jiang Youwan’s responses were entirely different too—delicate, alluring, tender rises and falls, more fragile-sounding than when she was awake.

            

Sensing her hovering at the edge, Jiang Jinyi bit down on her nape. Hearing her muffled sounds of distress, she no longer cared whether she’d wake or was already awake—she injected a surge of pheromones.

Hyacinth fragrance chased and surged into her body, and the guilt in Jiang Jinyi’s heart crested alongside her.

She didn’t even have time to wipe her hands. She wrapped her arms tightly around Jiang Youwan from behind, buried her face in the crook of her neck, and breathed deep.

            

“Jiejie…”

The woman in her arms didn’t move—only her breathing stayed rapid, her body shuddering now and then. Jiang Jinyi didn’t know if she was awake. Once reason returned, all she felt was guilt. How could she be so willful, so bad…

Jiejie was already that exhausted, and she’d gone and tormented her in her sleep.

            

Drowned in guilt and aching tenderness, she held her and breathed her in a while longer before rising to look at her face. Her cheeks were flushed red as a ripe peach, tear tracks staining them, the pillow soaked where she’d cried.

She lay curled slightly, fragile and tempting all at once.

Jiang Jinyi’s long lashes fluttered. She quickly looked away, meaning to pour water for her.

            

She’d barely reached the kettle when a soft whimper drifted from behind, followed by a low, husky, seductive voice that stopped her in her tracks: “Xiao Jin…”

Jiang Jinyi turned. Jiang Youwan had propped herself upright, her nightgown slipping loosely off her shoulders, a pair of fox eyes misted over as they gazed at her. For some reason, Jiang Jinyi felt a stab of guilt and hurried to pour the water.

Seeing that she didn’t rush back to hold her immediately, Jiang Youwan was already dragging herself toward the edge of the bed. Jiang Jinyi filled the glass and hurried back.

            

The moment she reached the bedside, Jiang Youwan’s arm cinched around her waist.

Her voice was hoarse and honeyed as she demanded, “Did I say you could leave me?”

“I didn’t leave! I just wanted to pour jiejie a glass of water.” Jiang Jinyi thought the current Jiang Youwan was a bit like a small child, and used the same coaxing tone: “How about jiejie drinks some water first?”

            

Jiang Jinyi sat on the edge of the bed. Jiang Youwan knelt beside her, was fed an entire glass of water, then looped her arms around Jiang Jinyi’s waist, embracing her, chin resting on her shoulder, face buried in the crook of her neck.

Jiang Jinyi wrapped her arms around her slender waist and thought: I’m doomed. She’s so clingy.

Her eyes brimmed with sweetness. “Jiejie, are you tired?”

            

“Jiejie just had a dream…” Jiang Youwan spoke, muffled, into her neck, then suddenly lifted her face and breathed warm against her reddened ear: “I dreamed that Xiao Jin waited until I fell asleep and did this and that to me—marked me in secret.”

Jiang Jinyi’s guilty conscience hammered like a war drum. On the surface, she maintained a calm facade and told her it was just a dream. What she didn’t know was that Jiang Youwan, pressed so close against her, could hear every beat of her racing heart clear as day.

“Oh, is that so?” Jiang Youwan didn’t seem to quite believe her. The afterglow of being marked was displayed before her without reservation, and she feigned bashfulness: “But I really do feel like my body has been flooded with hyacinth fragrance again—filled to the brim with it…”

            

A perfectly normal sentence, yet from Jiang Youwan’s lips, it always made a person blush to the roots. But it was the truth.

Jiang Jinyi felt a swell of satisfaction at her words, though shame still predominated. Perhaps knowing that her burning red face had already betrayed her, she opened her mouth, closed it, then stammered: “Because jiejie is too beautiful. I—I couldn’t… control myself.”

After saying it, she felt Jiang Youwan start to pull away from her arms. Startled, she immediately hugged her tight again, tucked herself into Jiang Youwan’s embrace, squeezed her eyes shut, and buried her face in her chest—refusing to look at her, and refusing to let herself be looked at.

            

Jiang Youwan said nothing, letting her hold on.

Then, suddenly, she felt a hand press down on the back of her head, and something was pressed past her lips.

Only then did Jiang Jinyi remember—the milk from earlier, she hadn’t finished.

            

From above came Jiang Youwan’s chiding voice: “Drink it all.”

Jiang Jinyi was perhaps the happiest Alpha in the world. Bully someone in their sleep, act cute, and all was forgiven—then get fed milk on top of it.

No matter. Jiang Youwan gazed down through lowered lashes at her dark head of hair.

            

Let her get away with it this once. From now on, she could dote on her however she pleased, and bully her however she pleased.

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Jiang Jinyi and Jiang Youwan were married. They had formally reconciled, and Jiang Youwan showed her everything in this home.

Everything she hadn’t known before—she showed her all of it.

            

The closet that Jiang Jinyi had never been allowed to open was filled entirely with clothes bought for her—dresses, pajamas, nightgowns, things for every season.

Along with all sorts of little accessories she liked, designer bags she liked, plush toys she liked, everything she liked.

There was one room in this apartment that had always been locked. Jiang Youwan personally unlocked it, personally led Jiang Jinyi inside, and only then did Jiang Jinyi discover that this room was an art studio.

            

Jiang Youwan had prepared it for her long, long ago—back when she and Jiang Youwan were separated, back when she had hurt Jiang Youwan the deepest, back when Lu Jing claimed that Jiang Youwan no longer loved her.

Jiang Jinyi thought she’d been so foolish.

So all along, Jiang Youwan had never once planned to give up on her.

            

She’d prepared all of this in advance, as though she’d always known Jinyi would live here, would become part of this household.

That the two of them would marry—it was as though she’d planned it long ago².

“Baby, from now on, this is our home. A home that belongs only to us.”

            

Jiang Jinyi couldn’t put her feelings into words in that moment. She turned and buried herself in Jiang Youwan’s arms, weeping, while Jiang Youwan coaxed her with doting patience.

Jiang Youwan’s patience with her seemed inexhaustible. At eighteen, it had been the same. Now, it was still the same.

She loved having everything prepared for Jiang Jinyi.

            

At eighteen, that had meant tidying her room, packing her schoolbag, and escorting her to school. Now, it meant preparing everything she loved—and using the softest method to keep her trapped close.

Jiang Jinyi should have noticed all of this sooner. From the very first time she stepped into this home, the couple’s cotton slippers Jiang Youwan had given her to wear.

Matching slippers, matching cups, matching toothbrush mugs, matching pillows, matching bath towels…

            

All of them—bunny and fox.

And the potted plants on the balcony were all flowers that Jiang Jinyi had loved and cherished at eighteen. Some had been brought directly from the Jiang Family villa’s courtyard; others were newly imported from abroad.

Jiang Jinyi had actually noticed the flowers early on, and the paired foxes and rabbits too, but she’d never dared to think in that direction—she’d assumed it was simply because Jiang Youwan liked them.

            

In truth, every bit of it had been prepared for her.

The marriage had been premeditated.

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That evening, the two of them huddled together on the sofa under a blanket, a plate of fruit before them—cut by Jiang Jinyi, or more precisely, cut by Jiang Youwan guiding Jiang Jinyi’s hands step by step.

            

She didn’t cut herself.

Jiang Jinyi had her arm around Jiang Youwan’s waist, absently kneading it for her, feeding her pieces of fruit.

The atmosphere was warm and beautiful, and it reminded Jiang Jinyi of the year she was eighteen. Their relationship had been good then too—they’d often watched movies together like this.

            

Further back still, to when Jiang Youwan was blind, and she remembered how she’d bullied her…

Suddenly, Jiang Jinyi’s attention snapped out of memory. She turned to look at Jiang Youwan’s profile. Jiang Youwan turned to look at her too, and Jiang Jinyi asked: “Jiejie, can you tell me about your past?”

Jiang Jinyi was curious. What kind of life had the young Jiang Youwan lived? Had she ever liked anyone else?

            

She wanted to hear again why she’d come to the Jiang family. This time, she’d believe every word.

She was nervous, afraid that the sensitive, fragile Jiang Youwan of now wouldn’t want to talk about the past.

To her surprise, Jiang Youwan only smiled. “Sure.”

            

“Does Xiao Jin remember? You once told me about it—when you were little and got kidnapped, the auntie who hid you away.”

Jiang Jinyi paused, then said slowly, “I remember… of course I remember.”

“Mom told me—that was jiejie’s mother…”

            

“Yes. She was my mother.”

Jiang Youwan looked ahead, sinking into a memory very far away:

“That day, an explosion happened in that place. Many people died. Su family subordinates. The Su family’s Eldest Young Master and Eldest Miss. And my mother.”

            

“The only one spared was Xiao Jin—because she’d been hidden away.”

Jiang Jinyi stared. After her mother had rescued her and rushed her to the hospital as a child, she’d only known that she was in pain. She’d had no idea that something like that had happened right beside her.

All those hateful people—were they all dead?

            

Jiang Youwan continued: “I was devastated then. I went to ask my father—Su Lei—what on earth had happened. Su Lei said that the Su family members, including my mother, were all killed by your mother.”

“I was only about ten years old. I was deceived. I believed every word he said, and all I could think about was revenge.”

“From that point on, I, Su Lin, also died in that explosion. My identity never saw the light of day again. I was hidden in the shadows, waiting for over ten years, waiting for the chance to take revenge.”

            

“Though he kept deceiving me, brainwashing me, I actually started investigating the incident on my own once I grew older. But he found out. Using the excuse that the person Jiang Ningshu was searching for was blind, he took me to a hospital and blinded my eyes.”

“Once my eyes were gone, I became his caged bird in his palm³. Before long, I was sent to the Jiang family.”

Jiang Youwan spoke lightly, but to Jiang Jinyi, every word was a blade twisting in her heart. Her hands were trembling. Heartache spilled over with her tears.

            

No wonder Jiang Youwan hated hospitals so much. She must have suffered so, so much there…

“Jiejie…”

“It’s all in the past now, isn’t it? My eyes were saved by the safety talisman⁴ Xiao Jin prayed for.”

            

Jiang Youwan ruffled her hair in comfort and went on: “After coming to the Jiang family, I kept investigating what happened that year. It wasn’t until my investigation led me to Xiao Jin that I learned—the explosion that year—Xiao Jin had been there too, and had been hurt that badly.”

“If Xiao Jin was there, your mother could never have done something that would endanger her own child.”

“Ah, so I was deceived.” Jiang Youwan narrowed her eyes, disgust surfacing in them.

            

“I thought about it for a long time after that—who was really behind that explosion. Slowly, I found my answer.”

“Who?”

Jiang Youwan said without hesitation: “It was my mother.”

            

“Su Yi and I were both her children. Though we lived together in the Su family, we were illegitimate children—only fit for the basement, abused and tormented by the Su family’s true Eldest Young Master and Eldest Miss, living a life worse than slaves.”

“It was agonizing. It was miserable.”

A flash of sorrow crossed Jiang Youwan’s eyes. “She set off the explosion. She sacrificed herself—and blew up every last one of those beasts in the Su family who had tormented us.”

            

“After that night, only Su Yi and I were left as the Su family’s children. We were bound to live better lives.”

That was why the Su family’s Eldest Young Master had been the illegitimate child Su Yi from back then.

“I often thought it was so unfair—why was it only Su Yi who got to live a better life?”

            

Su Yi became the Eldest Young Master, while she herself continued living much the same as before.

Jiang Youwan’s eyes grew redder. She looked at Jiang Jinyi, reached up to stroke her face, and said softly: “Only now do I know—Mother left me the greatest gift in the world…”

“Xiao Jin.” That gift was Xiao Jin.

            

Listening to her past, Jiang Jinyi’s eyes were already swimming with tears. She held her, crying and babbling incoherently, wanting to give her everything she could, wanting to make up for the misfortune of her childhood.

Nothing but heartache—how could it be anything but heartache?

She wanted to travel back in time and protect Jiang Youwan.

            

“Jiejie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Jiang Jinyi felt guilty that she hadn’t known her sooner, that when she did meet her, she’d bullied her instead.

“From now on—I’ll treat you well, I’ll protect you, I won’t let anyone bully you ever again…”

Jiang Youwan held the person crying in her arms and promising to protect her, and teased: “Xiao Jin is already twenty-four—how come she still loves to cry so much?”

            

“Wu…” To prove that she genuinely had the ability to protect Jiang Youwan, Jiang Jinyi immediately stopped her sentimental crying and wiped her tears with her sleeve.

“That’s okay. Jiejie believes you.” Jiang Youwan caught her arm to stop the motion and said gently: “Twenty-four-year-old Xiao Jin can cry too. Xiao Jin doesn’t have to grow up at jiejie’s side—she can forever be jiejie’s little kid.”

When Jiang Youwan said this, she was so gentle it was like a breath of spring wind. No matter how sad or heartsick a person was, she could soothe them with effortless ease.

            

Jiang Jinyi pulled back from her embrace to look at her. Her long hair draped loose, her outfit alluring, her whole being tender and bewitching. The living room light was warm, and she seemed haloed in a soft golden glow.

Especially those eyes, carrying a uniquely captivating, tender smile. Jiang Jinyi’s own eyes still red, she lost herself.

“Jiejie, you’re so beautiful…” Jiang Jinyi’s voice still carried the huskiness of tears. “Jiejie, you’re like a vixen.”

            

A vixen was exactly like this—beautiful and dangerous.

Jiang Youwan raised an eyebrow. “Does Xiao Jin know what a vixen is?”

Jiang Jinyi wiped her tears and answered: “A vixen is the kind of bad, beautiful woman.”

            

“Wrong.” Jiang Youwan gently brushed aside the stray bangs on her forehead and spoke with unhurried elegance: “A vixen eats people. She specifically goes around seducing fools like you, then catches you off guard, drains you dry of your essence, and devours you down to the bones.”

“Is Xiao Jin afraid of being eaten up?”

Jiang Jinyi wasn’t afraid, of course. If anyone told her Jiang Youwan could steal her soul, she’d believe it.

            

But she loved acting spoiled and vulnerable with Jiang Youwan.

“I’m scared! So can jiejie eat me a little later?”

“Sure.” Jiang Youwan caressed her cheek, something gently obsessive hidden in her pupils. “I won’t eat you up. I’ll keep you by my side, take a bite whenever the craving strikes. And if one day you try to run—jiejie will eat you.”

            

“So never leave. Stay here and let jiejie love you obediently, okay?”

“Xiao Jin was born to be cherished and loved by jiejie. At jiejie’s side, she holds for life the exclusive privileges that only a little kid can get away with in the outside world.”

“Xiao Jin can stay a child forever. She can have all of jiejie…” Once you’ve possessed the best, you’ll never want to leave.

            

She was laying out bait again. Her love was the finest bait. Even knowing she wasn’t purely gentle and perfect on the inside, even knowing she was a little dangerous, even knowing her love would be an airtight cage, Jiang Jinyi was still willing to be imprisoned by her.

“Okay. I’ll never leave.”

Jiang Youwan smiled. She leaned in to her ear and whispered that she loved her so much. Before their lips met, Jiang Jinyi said it too:

            

“I love you too, Su Lin-jiejie.”

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