The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 118
by Little PandaSome Sweetness
Wedding Extra
Just how many pheromones can Xiao Jin pour in, I wonder?
The life of their family of three was simple and deeply happy — no quarrels, only sweetness that was real and true.
Under her two mothers’ devoted care, Rourou’s third birthday came and went in the blink of an eye.
Three-year-old Rourou could talk, could walk, and had started kindergarten. She had always been well-behaved; now she gave her two mothers even less to worry about.
Their marriage had been a hurried affair — Youwan was pregnant at the time — so the two wives had never held a wedding. Now that Rourou was big enough to be their little flower girl, and a honeymoon could follow the ceremony, they began to plan one.
They say a couple three years into marriage is already an old married pair with no novelty left. That simply didn’t hold for Jiang Jinyi. Twenty-seven years old, and still the same as at eighteen — as if she’d grown up, and as if she hadn’t grown up at all.
When it came to handling work and facing the outside world, she had matured a good deal with age compared to before. But facing Jiang Youwan, she was forever the same.
On one hand, she knew how precious Youwan was — knew that being loved by Youwan was her greatest fortune, and so she treasured it. On the other, Youwan knew exactly how to handle her, with the result that she was clingy. Supremely clingy.
Youwan often said, with doting indulgence, that she was a little kitten who couldn’t bear to be away from her master for even a moment.
She had to be held every night as she slept. Morning and goodnight kisses were mandatory, plus many more besides. Denied her marking for more than three days, she’d throw a fit; when the kiss marks on her neck faded, she’d go to Youwan herself and ask to have them deepened.
And when the marks Jinyi had left on Youwan’s skin disappeared, she’d whimper and whine until she was allowed to nibble them back in.
Youwan’s work inevitably required business trips. With a child to look after, Jinyi couldn’t willfully tag along. They say Omegas separated from their Alphas are prone to nesting, while Alphas — strong and independent — almost never do it.
For Jiang Jinyi, that didn’t hold in the slightest.
When Youwan video-called her, she could see the piles and piles of her own clothes heaped beside Jinyi.
And Jinyi would tell her, over and over, that she missed her jiejie so, so much.
The sight of her was as pitiable as it was adorable.
Then came this: their wedding, set on a small island abroad. Everything was prepared, and on the night before the ceremony, custom decreed that Jiang Jinyi sleep apart from Jiang Youwan.
Not seeing each other the night before the wedding — to ordinary people that seemed perfectly normal. One night apart changed nothing; it might even lend the next day’s ceremony a touch of mystery.
Not for Jiang Jinyi. Her reaction was enormous. She was deeply, deeply unwilling to be separated from Youwan — the more nervous the wedding made her, the more she wanted to see her.
She poured out her grievances to Jiang Ningshu, who was enforcing the rule that she must not go find Youwan: apart from those times she’d been punished by Youwan for misbehaving, she had never once, in all their time together, slept in a separate room from her.
Sleeping in a separate room was, to her, a grave matter — like a newborn kitten without its mother. Jinyi would grow anxious, restless. Without Youwan’s soothing and her embrace, she simply could not cope.
It made her feel as though she were being punished — when she had done nothing wrong at all.
She seemed to depend on Youwan more with each passing day.
“Making me sleep in a separate room from jiejie on the eve of our wedding — what an unreasonable, senseless demand!”
She stood with her arms crossed, throwing a full heiress-temper tantrum, trying to make her mother relent and let her go to Youwan’s room.
She truly could not fathom the point of these utterly useless rules.
Jiang Ningshu stared at her daughter, somewhat taken aback, then glanced at her granddaughter sitting quietly nearby, playing with her building blocks without a sound, and pointed at her. “Look at Rourou. Now look at yourself. Which of you is actually the three-year-old here? If someday your jiejie isn’t around anymore, how exactly are you going to live?”
“Pah pah pah!1” Jiang Jinyi’s eyes went wide, and she rushed forward to clap a hand over her mother’s mouth. “Don’t say things like that!”
“Mommy, it’s okay. I’ll stay with you. Let’s build blocks together.” Little Rourou carried a basket of blocks over to Jinyi, her eyes curved into crescents.
“Go keep your daughter company,” Jiang Ningshu urged.
Jinyi sighed and sat down to build blocks with her daughter.
Her heart wasn’t in it the whole way through. Little Rourou poked her and asked, “Does Mommy not want to play blocks? Is Mommy missing your jiejie?”
Since Jinyi mostly called Youwan “jiejie,” little Rourou knew perfectly well they weren’t sisters — and she loved to tease Jinyi by saying that Youwan was her jiejie.
“It’s all right, Mommy. Tomorrow you’ll get to see jiejie in her wedding dress.”
Tomorrow. Still only tomorrow.
Jinyi grumbled inwardly, picked up a block, and set it on the very top with less than perfect care — the tower she’d built came crashing down with a clatter. She propped her cheek on her hand and, with utter childish petulance, jabbed at the scattered blocks with a finger.
“Oh no, Mommy’s tower fell down.” Little Rourou shook her head, pressed her small hand over Jinyi’s mischievous finger, and gathered up the blocks in front of her, her voice sweet and milky. “Rourou will build Mommy a new one~”
“Stop thinking about your jiejie for now. Rourou’s towers are very cute too.”
Jinyi was utterly disarmed by how adorable her own daughter was, and set her thoughts aside for the moment to build with her — and then to coax her to sleep.
Little children have no worries. Little children sleep soundly. But Jiang Jinyi had insomnia.
Insomnia before a wedding was perfectly normal. If, three years ago, on the night before they collected their marriage certificate, Youwan hadn’t coaxed her to sleep over video call, she would certainly have lain awake then too.
And right now, she wanted Youwan to coax her again.
She looked out at the pitch-black night, then glanced at the clock: already past one in the morning. She furnished herself with an eminently sound reason — if she couldn’t see Youwan, she wouldn’t sleep a wink all night, and then her condition at tomorrow’s wedding would surely be poor. So, for the sake of a perfect wedding, she rose and slipped out the door, willfully going to find her.
Even if Youwan scolded her for not being good, so be it.
She wore the matching parent-child pajamas she shared with little Rourou, her hair a tangled mess; in the dim light, her bare face looked especially soft and sweet. She deliberately put on a woebegone look as she arrived at Youwan’s door and knocked.
“Xiao Jin. Not listening. Breaking the rules, hm?” Youwan wasn’t surprised in the least to see her — and the scolding in her words carried no scolding at all.
“If I’m breaking the rules, then I’m breaking the rules…” Faced with the woman before her, gentle and alluring in her nightgown, Jinyi couldn’t help stepping forward to embrace her, shamelessly squeezing her way into the room and pushing the door shut behind her. This wasn’t home; other people might pass by, and she didn’t want anyone else seeing Youwan like this.
“Where’s Rourou?” Youwan asked.
“She’s asleep…” Jinyi said. “I told the servants to see to her in the morning.”
“Jiejie, I can’t sleep without you…”
“I’ve been so good. Jiejie can’t punish me over some silly rule.”
“I just want to sleep with you… They’re all so mean, keeping me from sleeping with my wife…”
“Did jiejie know? Everyone says my wife spoils me absolutely rotten…”
After all this time with Youwan, Jinyi knew precisely how to soften her heart. She wrapped her arms around her waist, nestling sweet and clinging into her embrace and refusing to come out, twirling a finger through her hair, kissing her now and then, whimpering and humming — every sentence unbearably sweet, a sweetness that seeped straight into the heart.
On the surface, Youwan would sigh that even a baby wasn’t as clingy as her. In her heart, though, she savored this version of Jiang Jinyi — so thoroughly trained by her own hand.
Unable to part from her even for a single night. Restless, sleepless, uneasy without her…
A little bird raised to have wings — wings that could fly, and that would never, ever fly away.
Youwan let her carry on like this for a good long while before half-reluctantly giving in, leading her to her own bed and letting her hold her as she slept.
“There now. Sleep.”
The tossing and turning of before dissolved at Youwan’s first coaxing; her eyelids grew heavy, and drowsiness swept her under.
Some four or five hours later, Youwan woke her to dress and do her makeup. She was led off to another makeup suite, and — still short on sleep — drifted through her makeup in a half-dreaming daze.
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
When she opened her eyes again, the person before her had become Jiang Youwan.
Youwan’s makeup was already finished — exquisite cosmetics and delicate ornaments lending even greater luster to a face already stunning beyond compare. She was beautiful past all describing.
The gown was a fusion of Chinese and Western styles, with an air of drifting immortality about it. All Jinyi could remember was that she wasn’t yet fully awake, and in her muddled state she believed she was beholding Chang’e2 descended from the Moon Palace.
She even ventured, testing: “Chang’e-jiejie?”
Chang’e-jiejie was applying her lipstick for her, using her thumb to wipe away the color that had strayed past the edge, and laughed softly. “If I’m Chang’e, then are you my little jade rabbit?”
That gentle, familiar voice brought Jinyi a few degrees closer to wakefulness. “Jiejie…”
She rubbed her eyes. “You’re so beautiful…”
She had imagined Youwan in a wedding dress countless times, and every time, her own imagination had staggered her with its beauty. Now, seeing the real thing, the only praise she could produce was “so beautiful” — nothing else would come.
“Xiao Jin is beautiful too.” Youwan capped the lipstick with unhurried grace, and it was the truth.
Her lips curved faintly, those deep fox eyes gazing at Jiang Jinyi with a dark, quiet glow. Jinyi was already entranced, entirely oblivious to the dense possessiveness in her gaze; she caught her wrist and pulled her downward, wanting a kiss.
“Want to kiss Chang’e-jiejie…”
Youwan neither resisted nor refused, bending down to kiss her.
Those languid fox eyes narrowed, her heart thrumming with the pleasure of desecrating a goddess.
Where was she any Chang’e? Chang’e was never so dark a creature.
After all — the moment she’d seen Xiao Jin asleep in her wedding dress in that chair, she had genuinely wanted to cancel the wedding and hide Jiang Jinyi away where no one could see her.
Hidden from every eye, with only sun and moon to witness their love.
The freshly applied lipstick had been kissed away in great measure. Youwan braced her hands on her shoulders and reminded her softly, “The wedding starts in half an hour…”
Jinyi was plainly still submerged in the deep kiss. She misread Youwan’s meaning — took it as a request to stop kissing — and frowned in displeasure, with no intention of obeying.
Thirty more minutes. There was still time to kiss a while longer.
“No more kissing…” Youwan turned her face away.
When Youwan refused, Jinyi had no choice but to obey.
She could only, reluctantly, end her pursuit.
Her long lashes trembled wildly, her chest rising and falling.
Whether it was the impending ceremony or something else, she couldn’t say.
She hadn’t yet grasped Youwan’s intent. She only blushed.
Youwan looked back at her, eyes brimming silk-soft allure, and chided: “Bendan3, don’t you want jiejie to walk into the chapel hand in hand with you, drenched head to toe in the pheromones you poured into her?”
Jiang Jinyi’s sweet face flushed a deep and utter red — an indescribably endearing sight — and the possessiveness in her heart was set thoroughly alight by that one sentence.
She found the sentence beautiful.
She embraced Youwan from behind, and Youwan’s lips curved into a bewitching smile.
“Xiao Jin, hurry now. Twenty-nine minutes left…”
“Twenty-nine minutes. Let’s see just how many pheromones Xiao Jin can pour in?”
She seemed to be challenging her.
Making Jiang Jinyi desperately want to prove something to her.
This was the makeup suite. Beyond the door, people were coming and going — those preparing their wedding, those come to attend it.
Someone even knocked to hurry them along, startling Jinyi into clapping a hand over Youwan’s mouth as she stammered out that they needed a little longer, that they weren’t ready yet.
How wild it was. Jiang Jinyi had never imagined that in the final thirty minutes before their grand wedding, she would be making love with jiejie in the makeup room.
And afterward, when they stood at the center of the chapel and exchanged their vows before everyone, they were both steeped in each other’s scent — rich, and fresh.
Footnotes
- 呸呸呸 | pei pei pei | Onomatopoeia for spitting, uttered three times to ward off ill fortune; in Chinese folk custom, saying something inauspicious about a loved one must be immediately canceled by spitting the words back out, as if expelling them from existence.
- 嫦娥 | Chang'e | The moon goddess of Chinese mythology, who swallowed an elixir of immortality and floated up to dwell in the Moon Palace, accompanied only by her jade rabbit; to call a woman Chang'e is to place her among the most ethereal beauties imaginable.
- 笨蛋 | Bendan | Literally stupid egg — a common scolding for a fool, softened here into an affectionate pet name; the mock harshness signals intimacy rather than insult between lovers.
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