The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 63
by Little PandaShe Is an Outsider
Angry
“Quick! Call an ambulance!”
Jiang Youwan pulled Jiang Jinyi into her arms, hands trembling as she tore strips from her own clothing to press against the wounds. Watching Jinyi’s agonized expression and the color draining from her face, her heart burned with desperation, splitting as though carved by a blade.
Jiang Jinyi knitted her brows tight, gazing weakly at Jiang Youwan. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she parted her lips with great effort. “It hurts…”
“Xiao Jin, it’s okay, the ambulance is coming soon, it’s okay…”
“Be good, Xiao Jin, just endure a little longer, just a little longer…”
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, don’t fall asleep, jiejie is here…”
Jiang Youwan held her close, spilling out word after word of reassurance, nearly incoherent. The wail of an ambulance sounded faintly in the distance. Hearing it, Huo Qi strolled leisurely toward the crowd that had gathered, a sinister smile of triumph curling in her eyes.
“Excuse me, let me through.” She pushed past the onlookers, and her gaze landed on the blood-soaked figure. The smirk of a spectator froze on her face. In an instant, it struck her like a thunderbolt.
How… how could it be Jiang Jinyi? She had clearly told that woman…
Her gaze shifted downward, and Huo Qi realized that Jiang Jinyi was wearing Jiang Youwan’s jacket…
“Hahaha, she deserves to die, she deserves to die! She killed my son, I’ll cut her into a thousand pieces, she won’t live, hahaha…”
The crazy woman’s deranged voice rang out from behind. Huo Qi turned stiffly to look and saw her pinned down by several male students, face overflowing with laughter—a chilling, eerie laughter—muttering over and over that she was done for, that they should give up…
Huo Qi’s pupils quivered, and she nearly buckled at the knees.
Soon, Jiang Jinyi was loaded into the ambulance and rushed to the nearest hospital.
Jiang Jinyi had lost too much blood and urgently needed a transfusion, but this was only a small county hospital, and its blood bank had no AB-type blood. Transferring it from another hospital would take time.
At that moment, Jiang Youwan could think of nothing else. She lost all reason, her heart and mind consumed solely with Jinyi’s survival. She stepped forward and said to the doctor, “I’m AB blood type.”
The doctor looked puzzled. “Aren’t you the patient’s sister? Direct blood relatives can’t donate blood to each other.”
“No,” Jiang Youwan said gravely. “I have no blood relation to her. I’m not her biological sister.”
The doctor hesitated, then studied her serious expression. “Alright, come with me.”
Jiang Youwan’s entire being was focused on Jiang Jinyi, and she never noticed the person hiding in the shadows.
Not… a biological sister?
Wasn’t she Jiang Jinyi’s mother’s eldest daughter?
Huo Qi, concealed in the shadows, had heard every word clearly. So the so-called eldest daughter, the so-called good sister, was nothing but a fraud.
No wonder. She had always felt that Jiang Youwan’s attitude toward Jiang Jinyi wasn’t quite how a sister would treat a biological younger sister—there was something indefinably different about it.
Huo Qi dug her fingertips into her palms, a layer of darkness settling over her eyes. Why. Why. Why should a fraud be able to take her place in Jiang Jinyi’s heart?
Make Jiang Jinyi give her the cold shoulder for her sake.
A fraud…
Thanks to the timely transfusion, Jiang Jinyi was out of critical danger. Jiang Youwan had to go to the police station to give a statement. There, she came face to face with the madwoman who had stabbed Jinyi.
“Hahaha, she’s finally dead! I knew heaven was watching, I finally got her, this is retribution—retribution for killing my son! All retribution!”
Jiang Youwan’s fox-like eyes narrowed slightly as she stared the woman down.
If the police hadn’t been there, she would have wanted to take a knife and peel the skin from this woman’s flesh, layer by layer, and make her taste a hundredfold the pain Xiao Jin had suffered. Only then could the hatred in her chest be sated.
The police investigation revealed that eighteen years ago, the woman’s husband had cheated, taken their son, and run off with another woman. That woman didn’t know how to care for a child; when the son ran a fever, it developed into meningitis, and within days he died.
Upon learning of her son’s death, she lost her mind, vowing to make the other woman pay with her life.
She had stabbed Jiang Jinyi because she mistook her for the other woman from back then.
This woman was thoroughly deranged, so mistaking someone while mentally unhinged seemed almost expected.
But…
The police showed her Jiang Jinyi’s photograph and then the photograph of the original other woman, demanding sternly, “Look carefully. Are the person you stabbed and the person who killed your son the same person?”
The woman’s eyes went wide. She stared blankly at the two photographs, her arms and body trembling uncontrollably. As she was about to lose control, the officers held her down firmly. Struggling wildly, she muttered over and over: “How could this be, how could this be? She told me… she wears sunglasses, she wears sunglasses, she’s wearing green clothes! I didn’t get it wrong, I didn’t get it wrong, you must be lying to me, lying!”
Sunglasses, a green jacket…
Jiang Youwan suddenly realized something. She stared at the woman and demanded sharply, “Who told you? Who told you she was wearing green clothes?”
But the crazy woman was lost in her own world, deaf to any questions, laughing and crying at once. “Hahaha, I didn’t kill the wrong one! Xiao Zhi, Mother avenged you!”
Communication was impossible.
Jiang Jinyi gradually came to. The anesthesia had worn off, and her body screamed with pain—so intense she wanted to cry, wanted to knock herself unconscious all over again.
Jiang Youwan was nowhere in the room. Only nurses and doctors were there, running checks. Every time she shifted her body even slightly, pain sent cold sweat beading across her skin.
After the doctor finished the examination and confirmed nothing was wrong, he prepared to leave. Jiang Jinyi stopped him. “Where’s Jiang Youwan?”
The doctor blinked, and she added, “Where’s my sister? The person who came in the ambulance with me.”
The doctor understood. “Ah,” he said, “she went to the police station to give a statement. She should be back soon, don’t worry.”
A statement…
Jiang Jinyi lowered her gaze and bit down on her lower lip.
The doctor left, and she was alone in the room.
She hated this feeling—it was just like when she was little, sitting all alone on a hospital bed with no one around, nothing but a window and a view that never changed.
Jiang Jinyi didn’t even dare to look up. Those childhood memories suffocated her, dragging her mood so low she felt she couldn’t breathe in this room.
She kept repeating to herself in her mind: Come back, Jiang Youwan, come back and be with me.
About ten minutes later, footsteps sounded outside the door. It pushed open from the outside, and Jiang Jinyi snapped her head up, staring eagerly at the entrance. When she saw who it was, her eyes dimmed.
Huo Qi set down a bouquet of flowers and a bag of fruit on the bedside table, then sat in the chair, her eyes full of concern as she looked at Jiang Jinyi.
She wanted to say something but found the words wouldn’t come—perhaps because her conscience wouldn’t let her.
It was Jiang Jinyi who spoke first, thoroughly miserable. “Huo Qi… tell me, why am I so unlucky…”
Huo Qi’s heart lurched. She forced a smile and comforted her. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Surviving a disaster means good fortune’s coming your way. When we get back, have your mom make sure that crazy woman who slashed people rots in prison. That’ll give you some justice.”
Jiang Jinyi fell silent. She didn’t want to talk.
Huo Qi pulled out an apple and began peeling it. “Come on, the doctor said your wound isn’t deep. You’ll be discharged in no time, it’s fine. Think of it as an experience…”
Jiang Jinyi didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want this kind of experience.
Huo Qi kept peeling. When the apple was done, she offered it to Jiang Jinyi. Jiang Jinyi glanced at it and shook her head. “Not eating.”
Huo Qi didn’t insist. She knew Jinyi was in a bad mood and in a lot of pain. She set the apple on a piece of paper and placed it on the bedside table.
“Xiao Jin, there’s something I think I need to tell you.” Huo Qi looked at her pale profile and spoke seriously.
Jiang Jinyi turned her head slightly, too weak to muster much energy. “What?”
Huo Qi said slowly, “Today, while you were being resuscitated, I overheard Jiang Youwan talking to the doctor. She drew her own blood to transfuse yours. You should know that direct blood relatives can’t donate blood to each other—which means she is not your biological sister.”
Jiang Jinyi’s eyes went wide with shock. She thought she must have misheard and turned to stare at Huo Qi. “What did you say?”
Huo Qi sighed. “Jiang Youwan used her own blood to transfuse yours. She is not your biological sister. You can ask the doctors yourself—if Jiang Youwan hasn’t paid them hush money, they’ll tell you.”
“And if you still don’t believe me, I have a recording.” Huo Qi pulled out her phone, tapping to open it as she spoke. “I only managed to record the second half.”
She played the recording. Jiang Youwan’s urgent voice came through: 【I have no blood relation to her. I’m not her biological sister.】
【Alright, come with me.】
That was unmistakably Jiang Youwan’s voice.
Jiang Jinyi stared in sheer disbelief. She tried to move to grab Huo Qi’s phone, but the movement wrenched her wound so violently that tears spilled from the pain. Huo Qi leaned over and handed her the phone. Jiang Jinyi stared at the screen—the date was this morning, and the voice was undeniably Jiang Youwan’s.
Jiang Youwan had given her blood?
Transfusions between direct blood relatives could be life-threatening, which meant… Jiang Youwan was not her biological sister.
How could this be? She had only just managed to accept that Jiang Youwan was her real sister.
And now it had all collapsed. Jiang Jinyi couldn’t find her voice for a long time, unable to name what she felt.
Seeing her struggle to recover, Huo Qi helped analyze it for her. “Xiao Jin, think about it. Why would she deceive you? Is she impersonating your real eldest sister? If she’s a fraud, what’s her purpose in your family? She’s definitely not simple—she deceived you!”
Jiang Jinyi’s lashes trembled. She… deceived me?
Why would Jiang Youwan deceive me?
Jiang Jinyi kept turning this question over in her mind.
She looked at the clock on the wall. It was already eleven at night.
Huo Qi had been gone for two hours.
Teachers and classmates had come to visit her in the room, but they had to assemble and had all left. Jiang Jinyi sat alone on the hospital bed, desolate.
Her phone rested on the bedside table. Every time a notification chimed, she picked it up to check, her expression shifting from tense to disappointed before tossing it back onto the table.
Drowsiness crept in, little by little, overtaking her mind.
She didn’t know how long she had waited before the door finally opened again. Jiang Jinyi looked up—it was Jiang Youwan.
Jiang Youwan came in quietly, carrying a bag of pastries. She had assumed Jiang Jinyi was already asleep, but there she was, still sitting up.
Their eyes met. Jiang Youwan saw her pale face, her drawn brows, the lifelessness in every line of her body—no vitality, no spark left.
A flower that had been radiant and beautiful, now ravaged.
Jiang Youwan’s heart shattered.
It hurt—so much it felt like she couldn’t breathe.
Her eyes stung. She pinched her fingers hard to keep herself from losing composure, to look at least somewhat collected.
“Xiao Jin…” Jiang Youwan stepped closer, her voice low and slightly awkward. “It’s so late. Why aren’t you asleep?”
“Jiang Youwan…” Jiang Jinyi felt wretched. Her eyes had turned red without her noticing, brimming with tears about to fall.
She asked, “Why did you leave me here and come back so late?”
Her voice was thick with tears, as though she had suffered the greatest injustice.
She had, in fact, suffered the greatest injustice.
Hearing those words, Jiang Youwan looked away awkwardly, tipping her head back to blink a few times before looking down again. “I’m… I’m sorry. Something held me up.”
In truth, she had come back long ago, shortly after Huo Qi arrived.
She had stood outside the door and heard everything Huo Qi said to Jiang Jinyi.
The words “she deceived you” had lodged in her heart like a thorn, making her afraid to face Jiang Jinyi—afraid of seeing disgust in her expression, afraid Jinyi would recoil from her, afraid Jinyi would see her as a liar.
She had only dared to come in because she thought Jinyi was asleep, wanting just to look at her.
Hearing the explanation, Jiang Jinyi only felt more wronged. “What could be more important than me?”
“Why couldn’t you come back first and stay with me? I kept waiting for you to come back.” Jiang Jinyi looked at her, earnest and aggrieved.
“I was scared…” she added pitifully, not mentioning a single word of what Huo Qi had told her.
“I’m sorry.” Jiang Jinyi’s hurt eroded Jiang Youwan’s composure piece by piece. She could hold back no longer, letting Jiang Jinyi see her reddened eyes. “I failed to protect Xiao Jin. I let Xiao Jin suffer.”
“Blame me however you want—it’s all my fault. I deceived you, and I’ll make it up to you however you want.”
Jiang Jinyi had never seen Jiang Youwan like this—red-eyed, threaded with a fragility that made her seem all the more tender, all the more captivating.
From the moment Jiang Youwan had arrived at the Jiang household, she had always been composed, serene, effortlessly in control. Never like this.
Jiang Jinyi’s heart ached in response.
“I am blaming you,” Jiang Jinyi mumbled. “I blame you for being like Mom—putting work and other things ahead of me, making me sad.”
Jiang Youwan was consumed with self-reproach. Why hadn’t she gone in two hours ago? Why had she let Xiao Jin wait so long? Why had she let Xiao Jin be lonely and hurt?
“I’m sorry, I thought—”
Jiang Jinyi knew what she was worried about, what was holding her back. She cut her off, pouting pitifully. “Jiejie, I’m so sleepy, but this bed is too hard. I can’t sleep if you don’t hold me…”
Grimacing through the pain, Jiang Jinyi opened her arms toward her.
Jiang Youwan’s gaze stalled. Only one thought filled her mind: hold her, hold her, make up for those hours of loneliness and hurt.
Jiang Youwan sat on the edge of the bed and drew her into her arms, not daring to hold too tightly. But the embrace gave Jiang Jinyi all the security she needed—all the security she herself needed. An entire day of dread and exhaustion dissolved.
Jiang Jinyi nuzzled against her and closed her eyes. She was silent for a long time—so long that Jiang Youwan thought she had fallen asleep. Then, quietly, she whispered, “I don’t care who you are. I just want you to be my sister.”
Warmth surged through Jiang Youwan’s heart, aching and bittersweet. She parted her lips to respond—
Suddenly, she jolted awake and opened her eyes.
White tile walls filled her vision. Jiang Youwan gathered herself and looked around. This was the hospital corridor. She had fallen asleep in the corridor chair. What had just happened… was a dream.
She pulled out her phone and checked the time. It was one in the morning.
The dream still had her heart racing, a sour ache lodged in her chest.
She wondered—would Jiang Jinyi be waiting for her, just like in the dream?
The thought of dream-Jiang Jinyi made Jiang Youwan’s heart splinter. She wanted to give her the best of everything in the world to make up for it.
She finally pushed open the hospital room door. Her gaze fell on the bed nearby—Jiang Jinyi had already closed her eyes. Her complexion had regained some color, her breathing steady.
She was asleep.
Jiang Youwan’s expression softened. She walked lightly to the bedside, sat in the chair beside it, and watched her, her gaze tracing her brows, the bridge of her nose, her lips…
Xiao Jin shouldn’t be lying here. Xiao Jin shouldn’t have to suffer like this.
She would make whoever did this to her pay.
The next morning, Jiang Jinyi knew she was awake. She opened her eyes with a flutter of hope, but the room was empty again, and her spirits sank.
She had waited for Jiang Youwan until past midnight the night before, fighting off drowsiness until she simply couldn’t stay awake any longer.
Had Jiang Youwan not come back last night?
Why hadn’t she come back to stay with her? Was it because she knew her deception had been exposed and no longer wanted to pretend to be her sister?
Jiang Jinyi pouted, her brows drawn, her eyes full of disappointment. She felt deeply wronged.
She decided that if Jiang Youwan didn’t come to coax her first, she simply wouldn’t speak to her.
But the dejection didn’t last long before Jiang Ningshu arrived. She had rushed back from abroad the moment she heard Jinyi had been stabbed.
Seeing her mother, Jiang Jinyi could no longer hold back the emotions she had bottled up all night. She buried herself in Ningshu’s arms and cried—but didn’t dare cry too hard, only letting out small, stifled sobs, because crying forcefully made the wound hurt terribly.
“There, there. Baby’s okay now. Mom’s here, don’t be afraid. Mom will make sure that crazy woman rots in prison.”
Jiang Ningshu held a bowl of congee and fed Jiang Jinyi spoon by spoon. Jinyi’s attention was entirely on her mother—she acted clingy and sweet, demanding to be comforted, demanding to be soothed, demanding she stay, demanding she not leave.
Jiang Youwan could only stand to one side, watching their warm mother-daughter scene, unable to get a single word in. All morning, Jiang Jinyi hadn’t given her a single glance.
Still like an outsider.
No—she was an outsider.
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