The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 66
by Little PandaFeel Sick
Fracture
“Yes.”
“I didn’t think… it would be…” Jiang Youwan pursed her lips, a flash of sorrow in her eyes.
She had settled Xiao Yu somewhere safe. She had hidden her well.
Jiang Jinyi froze, her eyes going blank, unable to react for a long time.
She couldn’t name what she was feeling—disappointment, shock, or fury.
Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable. She couldn’t understand why Jiang Youwan had taken Xiao Yu away.
When they first picked Xiao Yu up, she had clearly been happy too.
She had helped soak Xiao Yu’s cat food, helped brush Xiao Yu’s fur, often teased Xiao Yu with a cat wand, joking that Xiao Jin and Xiao Yu were alike—both a bit silly, and both adorable.
Was it all an act?
Jiang Jinyi stepped forward and seized Jiang Youwan’s hand. Jiang Youwan’s brow furrowed as she involuntarily drew a sharp breath. Jinyi sensed something wrong, lifted her arm, and pulled back the sleeve to look—her entire arm was covered in cat scratches and bite marks.
New ones and old ones, a mass of wounds—gruesome to behold.
The words Jinyi had been about to hurl at her got stuck in her throat. She looked up at her blankly, her voice much softer: “Wh—what happened here?”
Jiang Youwan pursed her lips and said nothing, eyes downcast, her long lashes hiding her expression.
Jinyi stood frozen like that for a long while, then suddenly thought of something. “Did Xiao Yu do this?”
Jinyi had heard of many pet cats that, for various reasons, would suddenly turn aggressive—scratching, biting, and clawing at their owners, paranoid and yowling like they’d gone mad.
“Xiao Yu scratched you, bit you, so you threw her away—is that it?” Jinyi couldn’t think of any other reason Jiang Youwan would have discarded Xiao Yu.
“…Is that what happened?” Jinyi looked at her with sorrowful eyes.
Jiang Youwan was silent for a long time. She slowly raised her eyes to look at her, her red lips parting, her voice very soft and very weak: “You can think of it that way too, Xiao Jin.”
Jinyi’s fury flared even hotter. She cursed through her tears: “You bastard!”
“Your hand was hurt—I could’ve blown on it for you, helped put medicine on it. If that wasn’t enough, I’d have paid your medical bills. Xiao Yu could’ve been taken to a proper vet or a pet trainer. What right did you have to just throw her away?”
Tears streamed down her face, but her gaze was fierce as she demanded answers: “Xiao Yu was mine. I picked her up. She was my cat—not yours to throw away. What right did you have to toss her out? Who do you think you are? Did you think because I’ve been nice to you these past few days, because I treated you like a jiejie, all those warnings I gave you before didn’t count anymore? That you could make decisions for me, go behind my back and throw away my baby?”
“Do you know how many bad people out there like to abuse cats? You buried her with your own hands—do you know how horribly she died? She must have been so scared. She must have been in so much pain. She must have been thinking I’d come save her. She must have been blaming me…” By the end, Jinyi was sobbing too hard to speak.
She took a breath and pressed on: “What gave you the right to decide on your own? Do you know? I really, truly hate you right now. I hate you more than anyone in the entire world!”
Jinyi was furious. She was truly, deeply furious. She had never been mild-tempered—when she wanted to be sweet, she’d be sweet, but when she was angry, she never swallowed it down to spare herself.
The sky had not yet brightened. Silence pressed in from all sides, the whole of it shrouded under a pall of gray, the two of them included.
This was not Jinyi throwing a tantrum. It had gone far beyond a tantrum. Right now, in this moment, Jinyi’s hatred for Jiang Youwan had reached a pitch more intense than when they’d first met—intense beyond comparison.
“Xiao Jin…” Jiang Youwan looked at Jinyi, listening to every word she said, and for the first time, she felt more like a real person.
She had heard that sometimes words were the cruelest weapon. She hadn’t believed it—not for a second. How could words hurt anyone? Whose heart was so fragile?
She never expected that one day, she would actually become fragile. The girl before her was attacking her with fierce, biting words, and every sentence sent a spasm through her heart—aching, aching so much she could barely endure it, so much she was losing her grip on reason.
She didn’t want Xiao Jin to misunderstand her like this. She didn’t want Xiao Jin to hate her. She could accept cold faces and colder eyes from everyone—including the Jinyi of before.
But not this Jinyi. She couldn’t bear being misunderstood by her, being hated by her. Jiang Youwan felt a pain that was agonizing—and she was powerless to stop it.
In the end, she couldn’t break free of the invisible net bound around her. She was helpless.
“Jiang Youwan, don’t think I don’t know—you’re not my real sister at all!”
That sentence shattered everything between them.
Despite all her mental preparation, hearing it spoken aloud sent a jolt through Jiang Youwan’s whole body. Her breathing grew heavy.
“Why did you lie to me? Why did you lie to me once and then lie to me again? How many more times are you going to keep lying to me?” Jinyi demanded through her sobs, barely able to form the words.
Jiang Youwan realized she had no way to answer that.
How many more times would she have lied to Jinyi? If Xiao Jin hadn’t already discovered that Xiao Yu was dead, she would have used that lookalike cat to trick her into believing Xiao Yu was still alive. Then she would have fabricated a false identity to explain why she wasn’t her biological sister.
And then, to cover up this lie, she would have told countless more lies.
Jinyi couldn’t hear the tangle of thoughts in her head. All she knew was that she had suffered a grievance unlike anything she’d ever endured in her life. She clenched her jaw, her body trembling. The emotional surge was too much—she was already wounded—and suddenly a wave of agony hit her. She doubled over, clutching the site of her injury, and let out a pained whimper.
She collapsed to the ground. Jiang Youwan rushed forward in a panic to support her. “Xiao Jin!”
Jinyi was brought back to her room. The private doctor arrived quickly. Jiang Youwan was shut out. Inside, Jiang Ningshu was coaxing and comforting Jinyi. She stood before the door, separated by a single door, her heart in turmoil. She didn’t know—couldn’t yet realize—that for a long, long time to come, she would never again have the right to enter that door as a matter of course.
She would never again be able to do what she’d just done—touch Xiao Jin, pull Xiao Jin into her arms.
For a long, long time after that, Jinyi stopped kissing her, stopped depending on her, stopped meeting her eyes.
When Jinyi was angry, sick, or heartbroken, nearly everyone around her poured out every ounce of gentleness they had to coax her—servants, classmates, friends, teachers… and above all, the person Jinyi loved most, depended on most: her mother, Jiang Ningshu.
Jinyi kept demanding that Jiang Youwan leave, refusing to even look at her. To placate her, Jiang Ningshu had Youwan’s room moved back to the small first-floor room. Only then did Jinyi calm down somewhat.
Youwan was no longer allowed on the second floor.
Jinyi nestled in Jiang Ningshu’s arms. Ningshu coaxed her softly, “Xiao Jin, can you not be so angry with your jiejie? She might not have done it on purpose. Maybe Xiao Yu scratched her too badly and she was afraid Xiao Yu might hurt you too—it was for your own good, so…”
“No!” Hearing this only made Jinyi’s resentment toward Jiang Youwan burn hotter. “I will never forgive her!”
“Mom, Jiang Youwan is a fraud. Did you bring the wrong person home? She’s not my real sister. She’s not your real daughter.”
She muttered, “I don’t want a bad person staying in our house anymore.”
Jinyi was saying this in a fury right now—but who could have predicted it? Just days ago, she’d been racking her brain trying to figure out how to help her jiejie keep the secret, absolutely determined not to let her mother find out. If Mom found out, she’d kick jiejie out, and jiejie would have no home again.
How ironic.
Jiang Ningshu rubbed her head and said with lowered eyes, “Mom will look into this. Be good—focus on healing first.”
Jinyi wasn’t satisfied with that answer. What was there to investigate? Did her mother not believe her?
Jiang Ningshu answered without a crack in her composure: “It’s not that I don’t believe you, Xiao Jin. But this is very serious. We can’t act on word of mouth alone.”
Word of mouth alone?
Jinyi’s mood soured. She was seething inside. “Then go check quickly,” she said fiercely. “Run a DNA test again.”
Every word dripped with her impatience to have this fraud, Jiang Youwan, thrown out as fast as possible.
During this time, she kept pulling out Xiao Yu’s photos to look at, which reminded her of the first cat she’d had as a child. She rummaged through drawers and found a thick stack of photographs—all of that first cat, named Honey, also a dwarf cat.
One photo in particular she loved: her mother holding her, and her holding a kitten—so warm, so tender.
What a shame. Her mother had loved cats too, but she spent most of her time traveling all over the world. She’d never even gotten to hold Xiao Yu once…
At the thought, Jinyi started wiping away tears. She had loved Xiao Yu so much, loved cats so much—but she felt she would never keep a cat again in her life.
A psychological shadow this deep—she’d never dare keep a cat again.
Because she was already in her senior year of high school, Jinyi didn’t regress to childhood willfulness. She didn’t lock herself in her room for days on end. Once the doctor cleared her, she went back to school.
When school let out, she walked out through the gates with a group of female classmates around her, all trying to comfort her.
One classmate spotted the Maybach parked by the school gate and nudged her. “Xiao Jin, your sister is here to pick you up.”
Jinyi’s brow furrowed immediately. She turned her head to look.
Meeting Jinyi’s look of disgust, Jiang Youwan felt a pang in her chest. Still, she curved her lips into the gentle smile that Jinyi had always loved most.
She stepped elegantly out of the driver’s seat. She wore formal attire—composed and proper, gentle and refined—and carried Jinyi’s favorite pastries and milk tea.
She looked as though nothing had happened at all.
As if nothing had happened…
Could she really be at peace with herself?
Jinyi’s gaze grew more repulsed by the second. A fire burned in her chest as she watched Youwan approach. In a voice loud enough for Youwan to hear—and for every classmate around her to hear—she declared: “She’s not my sister. She’s a bad person—the bad person who killed Xiao Yu!”
Youwan’s smile froze on her face. Her fingertips clenched tight.
The surrounding classmates were stunned. Strange, evaluating eyes converged on Jiang Youwan from all sides. She frowned briefly, then forced herself to recover her composure. To Jinyi, she said gently, “Xiao Jin, get in the car. Let’s go home. I have something to tell you.”
Jinyi looked away and ignored her. A gap of distance between them—whenever Youwan stepped closer, Jinyi moved farther away.
She pulled out her phone and made a call—to the female CEO of a company that partnered with her mother’s business. They’d met several times. Their relationship was a good one.
Jiang Youwan could only watch helplessly, listening clearly as Jinyi spoke to the person on the other end of the line in a sweet, coquettish tone:
“Fu-jiejie, are you busy? Could you come pick me up? I don’t want to ride in a fraud’s car…”
Jinyi’s voice was sweet: “Mm… thank you, Fu-jiejie.” Youwan caught it—Jinyi glanced at the milk tea and pastries in her hand, then said to the person on the phone: “I don’t want strawberry jelly anymore. I feel sick.”
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