The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 115
by Little PandaSome Sweetness
Post-Marriage Extra
The Tantrum-Throwing Omega
A pregnant omega’s dependence on her alpha grows alongside the pregnancy — and by the middle and late stages, she turns unbearably sensitive. However good-tempered, gentle, considerate, and understanding an omega may be, she will, to one degree or another, become petulant and affected, paranoid, quick to rage.
That is when the alpha’s patience is called upon.
Jiang Youwan had always pampered Jiang Jinyi, always been tender with her — and yet, on one rare occasion, she lost her temper at her too.
It happened while Jinyi was making her a late-night snack. Youwan was curled up on the sofa watching a movie whose female lead was a strikingly beautiful foreign actress, and it suddenly occurred to her — Jinyi had told her about this. As a little girl, her mom had taken her abroad to see a fashion show, and afterward they’d shared a meal with that very actress.
And that set Jiang Youwan thinking — Jinyi hadn’t shared just one meal with that woman. Jinyi had grown up surrounded by clouds of beautiful women. Youwan still remembered when she’d first come to the Jiang family — because Jinyi wanted to practice figure drawing, Song Lian had rounded up models and celebrities from every walk of life for her to pick from.
Truly the daughter of the richest family — raised on that kind of treatment, having seen worlds and people far and wide.
And now she herself was pregnant, her figure gone. In Jinyi’s eyes, would she no longer measure up to those stars and models?
The thought snowballed. It dragged in Qin Yue, who had harbored intentions toward eighteen-year-old Jinyi; it dragged in Huo Qi, who had kept her company for over a decade as a childhood friend while nursing filthy designs on her; and then it arrived at Fu Mingyue.
Back then, Jinyi had gone to Fu Mingyue for comfort. She’d spent New Year at Fu Mingyue’s home — without so much as a “Happy New Year” to her. And Fu Mingyue, holding a heart that liked her too, had comforted her, embraced her, treated her well.
Jiang Youwan knew it made no sense. But she was angry anyway — angry over something that made no sense, angry over Jinyi’s philandering1 from before she belonged to her.
She would think: if only Jinyi had belonged to her since childhood — if only she’d grown up alongside her, missing none of her brilliant, blazing moments.
And permitting no trace of any other woman in her youth.
But no. Back then, she was the Eldest Miss Jiang, and Youwan was merely an illegitimate daughter — she hadn’t even had the right to come near her.
Youwan pressed her lips together, brow furrowing into a plainly unhappy expression — just as Jinyi carried the late-night snack over and set it before her, eyes shining, hoping to feed her the first taste. Youwan turned her face away, frown still locked in place.
Jinyi’s face filled with confusion.
“Jiejie? Don’t you like it? Or are you feeling unwell?” she asked at once, full of concern.
“I don’t want to eat.”
“You just said you were hungry. Are you feeling sick? Should I call Dr. Li over to take a look at jiejie?” Jinyi set down the fork, growing anxious.
Strangely, the more Jinyi fussed over her, the bigger the fire in her chest burned. Words brimming with irritation burst out: “I don’t want to see anyone — and I don’t want to see you either.”
With that, she rose and walked off toward the bedroom on her own. Jinyi froze for a beat, then hurried after her — too late. A tremendous bang: the sound of the door slamming shut. Jinyi stood outside it, utterly lost.
She had never faced this version of Jiang Youwan.
Just now, she’d seemed… genuinely angry.
And she’d said she didn’t want to see her, in that not-even-remotely-patient tone.
In the old days — never mind anyone else — even if Jiang Youwan had spoken to her, the Eldest Miss Jiang, in that tone, Jinyi wouldn’t necessarily have snapped back, but she would certainly have sulked and dug in for a contest of who-ignores-whom-longer. Unless Youwan coaxed her properly, there would be no making up.
But things were different now. Youwan was pregnant, and Jinyi understood full well how hard pregnancy was. She had, so to speak, no temper left at all; her brain raced instead — had she done something wrong today?
She’d been so well-behaved…
Jinyi genuinely could not think of anything she’d done wrong. She glanced again at the finished snack — she’d made it exactly the way Youwan had told her to.
Then why? Downcast, Jinyi went to the bedroom door and knocked several times, asking in the smallest, most careful voice what she’d done to upset jiejie — she’d definitely fix it.
Jiang Youwan never gave her an answer.
She didn’t know that there was nothing to fix.
The flowers and grass Jinyi had once brushed against without ever knowing — those could never be wiped away.
Jinyi tried the door handle. It wouldn’t press down. Youwan had locked it.
What on earth could be serious enough for Youwan to lock the bedroom door? She racked her brain and came up empty. The hour grew later and later — eleven-thirty now, a full hour since Youwan had shut herself inside.
Jinyi fetched a throw pillow from the sofa and sat leaning against the bedroom door, heart in chaos, tinged with grievance. Xiao Yu had been watching her from the cat tree a short distance away; perhaps deciding she looked too pitiful, the kitten leapt down, padded over on a proper catwalk strut, stepped into her arms, and curled up.
One girl and one cat kept vigil at the door like that. Inside, Jiang Youwan sat on the bed scrolling through Jinyi’s phone — that’s right; when she’d stormed off in a huff, she’d made off with Jinyi’s phone too.
She had gone through every chat log in Jinyi’s WeChat with other men and women, even digging back to the records from before their reconciliation. The more she read, the more her frantic, churning heart settled.
There had, in truth, been people who confessed their interest in her. Some Jinyi had sensed and rejected outright; some she hadn’t noticed at all — but even there, her attitude carried that aloof, frosty, looking-down-from-on-high air.
Youwan moved on to her WeChat Moments2. Not a single post was hidden from her, and most of them were about her… Little by little she was soothed, the corners of her mouth curving into a satisfied smile.
When she finally noticed the time, it was already twelve o’clock.
She’d left Jinyi stranded outside for two hours — left her to spiral and panic and dread for two hours.
Once the anger drained away, guilt came flooding up in its place, laced with unease.
All through this pregnancy, Jinyi had fretted over her from morning to night — a world away from the pampered young lady who’d only ever been the one looked after. She’d already changed so much, worked the Eldest Miss so hard; she’d hand-made a midnight snack only to be met with her groundless, inexplicable temper. Of course she felt wronged.
Jiang Youwan knew: the reason Jinyi was so enamored with her was, in good part, her gentleness and her patience. Now that she was throwing tantrums like this, would Jinyi think she had changed?
And then grow weary of her… Her mind drifted to those women out there, the ones who still had their figures, gentle and poised and worldly.
Out of that sensitivity, a fresh sense of crisis sprouted. Youwan set down the phone, got off the bed, and opened the door.
She’d assumed Jinyi would be sitting on the sofa. One glance showed no one there — until a meow made her look down, and there was Jinyi, seated right beside her door, Xiao Yu nestled in her arms, a pair of round eyes watching her.
As if to wake Jinyi, the kitten meowed again.
Jinyi’s drooping head lifted. She rubbed her eyes and looked up, still bleary with sleep.
“Jiejie?” She blinked a few more times, blinking away some of the drowsiness, then pushed herself up off the floor, caught the hem of Youwan’s clothes, and — pouting, deploying the exact look Youwan could never resist — coaxed3 in a soft, clingy voice: “Jiejie, won’t you stop being angry? Please?”
She’d expected Jinyi to be at least a little sulky and hurt. Faced with this instead, Youwan’s guilt swelled, and her heart went soft beyond endurance — she wanted so badly to pet her, kiss her, hold her.
“Why were you sleeping on the floor?” The impatience had vanished entirely, replaced by a voice gentle as still water. Jinyi, knowing Youwan wasn’t angry anymore, let out half a relieved breath, and her tone turned even sweeter. “To show how sincerely I was apologizing, of course. I wanted to be the first thing jiejie saw the moment she cooled off and came out.”
The sweetness in Youwan’s heart deepened another few measures. She raised a hand and stroked her cheek, aching for her. “You’re not feeling wronged?”
“Mm…” Jinyi gave a little hum — neither denying it nor admitting it.
Youwan went on, “Xiao Jin did nothing wrong, and her jiejie threw a fit at her for absolutely no reason — and gave her the silent treatment on top of it…”
Jinyi froze, then let out the rest of her breath. “You scared me.”
“I thought I’d done something wrong.” Now that she knew she hadn’t, Jinyi dropped her careful, tiptoeing posture. “Of course I felt wronged. You scared me…”
“We clearly agreed there’d be no cold violence in this house…” Back when Youwan had made Jinyi memorize the family rules, Jinyi had recited them word-perfect — and one of them was: no cold violence.
“Jiejie just didn’t hold her temper very well just now…” Youwan could guess how frightened she’d been. She drew her closer. “There won’t be a next time. All right?”
Jinyi thought it over — a pregnant woman’s moods really did shift with the weather. “If jiejie’s truly in a bad mood and doesn’t want to see me, then…”
“Be good. There won’t be a next time.” Youwan tipped up her chin and kissed her first.
Caught by those soft, sweet lips, Jinyi’s heart leapt; she wrapped her arms around Youwan’s waist and turned the kiss eager.
It was a kiss gentle past all bearing.
Youwan cupped Jinyi’s face, holding the tip of the tongue she offered, as if to pleasure and placate her — to make her happy, to make up for every minute of hurt she’d suffered outside that door.
When the long kiss ended, both of them were flushed, breathing warm, brimming over with tenderness.
Youwan’s voice had gone low and sultry. “Still feeling wronged?”
She asked it while pressing her thumb to the base of Jinyi’s ear, kneading the soft shell of it.
Still wronged? Kissed with such tenderness by Youwan, the grievance had of course dissolved into thin air — but she nodded anyway, eyes misty with enchantment, and said there was still a little bit left.
Which meant: it wasn’t enough yet.
“I see…” Youwan’s fox eyes4 curved. She simply loved watching Jinyi look at her like this — drunk on her.
She never wore that look for the women outside.
“Then what does Xiao Jin want?” Youwan asked, smiling.
Jinyi fluttered her lashes and said, very quietly, “I want to mark you…”
“You want to mark me…” Youwan looked a little troubled. “But Xiao Jin only just marked me a few days ago, and the baby’s already six months along…”
The doctor had said no frequent marking. Jinyi’s last mark had been three days ago. If you counted it, it counted. If you didn’t, it didn’t.
It was Youwan’s body — so Youwan got the final say. If she said it counted, then it counted.
Any other alpha would long since have clutched at that flimsy excuse — gone ahead regardless, used pheromones to press and control.
Such a domineering thought had never once crossed Jinyi’s mind. She simply settled for second best. “Then… one more kiss? Please?”
“Okay~”
So Youwan kissed her again — the most devastatingly teasing way of kissing, kissing her until Jinyi genuinely couldn’t stand it, until she asked in a trembling voice whether she might smell her pheromones.
Youwan turned her back to her. Let her smell. Let her kiss.
“Only smelling, understood?” — that was how Youwan reminded her even as Jinyi’s lips traveled over her — and yet, deliberately or not, she kept feeding herself toward those lips.
“Jiejie…” Jinyi’s brow knit with strain. She never noticed Youwan’s little maneuver, only assumed she was trembling and shifting because of her kisses — an omega under threat instinctively wants to escape…
Even so, she couldn’t bear to leave. And then guilt came sprouting up inside her — because in the moment she bit down, knowing Youwan wanted to flee, having been warned again and again, she was drowned in it.
How could she do that? What if she’d hurt the little kiddo…? What if jiejie was in pain? What if jiejie was truly, truly angry?
Jiejie had warned her so many times. She really had done wrong.
Why had she become that kind of domineering Alpha — the kind who rides roughshod over an omega’s wishes?
The questions circled in her head, round and round, until they broke her.
“Wuu…”
The conflict dealt her heart a shattering blow, and she cried, hard.
In the end, it was Youwan, bracing her own body, who gathered her into her arms and comforted her — coaxed her, told her she was fine, that nothing hurt — and coaxed her for a long, long while before Jinyi’s sobbing slowly stilled and she fell straight asleep in her arms.
Footnotes
- 沾花惹草 | zhan hua re cao | Literally 'brushing against flowers and snagging on grass' — a classical idiom for flirting widely or straying romantically; in the metaphor, flowers and grass both stand for romantic partners.
- 朋友圈 | pengyouquan | WeChat Moments — the social feed built into WeChat, China's dominant messaging app, where users post photos, links, and short updates visible to their contacts; individual posts can be hidden from specific people.
- 撒娇 | sajiao | A distinctly Chinese mode of performing cuteness — pouting, whining, clinging, baby-talk — deployed to melt someone into indulgence; routine between lovers and from children to parents.
- 狐眼 | huyan | Literally 'fox eyes' — a Chinese beauty descriptor for narrow, upturned almond eyes with a naturally alluring, faintly seductive tilt, admired in both classical and modern beauty standards.
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