The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 68
by Little PandaMother Lied to Her
Lied to Her for a Fraudster
The recording contained Jiang Youwan’s own admission that she was not her biological sister. She had even given her a blood transfusion—which meant she definitely, one hundred percent, was not her biological sister.
So the DNA report Mom had tested must have a problem.
There were two possibilities: first, Jiang Youwan had tampered with the report; second, Mom had deliberately forged it—for a fraudster.
Mom would deceive her?
Jinyi immediately shut down that thought. How could that be? What reason would Mom have?
It had to be the former.
It had to be Jiang Youwan’s doing.
To prove to Mom that she had brought home the wrong daughter, Jinyi went to her mother’s bedroom and found two strands of hair on the bed, then pulled two strands from Jiang Youwan’s head. Tomorrow, she would take them for DNA testing herself. She refused to believe otherwise.
When the results came back with irrefutable proof… what could Jiang Youwan possibly say?
But…
Jinyi curled her fingers tight, her gaze drifting involuntarily toward Youwan’s door.
She had looked… in so much pain just now.
She had seen it—her face deathly pale, cold sweat beading on her forehead… She had come back reeking of alcohol, thoroughly drunk. Could it be stomach bleeding?
Stomach bleeding could be fatal. Jinyi might despise Jiang Youwan, but she didn’t want anything to happen to her.
Her only goal was to make her leave the Jiang family.
Jinyi grabbed her phone and called Doctor Li, asking her to come over.
After an anxious ten minutes or so, Doctor Li finally arrived. Jinyi pointed her toward Youwan’s door and said, “Go in and check on her, quickly.”
Doctor Li nodded.
…
After being given medicine, the pain eased considerably within five minutes. Youwan leaned weakly against the headboard. Doctor Li packed up her supplies while reminding her, “An Omega can’t drink liquor that strong, let alone ice-cold—and it’s nearly winter now. How could your body handle that? You can’t drink this much anymore, understood?”
Youwan didn’t respond to the warning. Instead, she asked, weakly but with a trace of anticipation, “Doctor Li, did Xiao Jin send you?”
Doctor Li had heard a little about their falling out. She nodded. “Who else but the young lady? She looked quite worried—pointed me straight to your room the moment I walked in.”
At those words, a faint smile rose in Youwan’s eyes. Paired with her current state, it gave her a fragile, ailing beauty that was hard to describe. She parted her lips and replied, “All right. I’ll be careful from now on.”
She was answering Doctor Li’s reminder.
“Good that you know.”
Jinyi took Youwan’s and Ningshu’s hair in for testing. The results would take three days.
She hadn’t told a soul. Only she knew.
So nothing could go wrong.
She felt confident—her mood even brightened. Looking at the table full of her favorite dishes, she hummed a little laugh. Seeing her actually smile, Ningshu, sitting across from her, said, “Eat up.”
Jinyi picked up her chopsticks and popped a crab leg into her mouth.
Ever since that incident, whenever Jinyi ate in the dining room, Youwan would dutifully keep her distance—not bothering her, not provoking her temper, letting her eat in peace.
This time, however, barely two bites in, Youwan sat down diagonally across from her.
Jinyi frowned. She swallowed the food in her mouth, and like a cat whose territory had been invaded, bristled and hissed at her. “Who told you to sit here?”
Perhaps because she had been snapped at so much lately, Youwan didn’t react much. She even looked forward to seeing how Jinyi would keep arguing with her, how bristled she would get.
Actually, she was kind of cute when she was being fierce, wasn’t she?
Youwan increasingly felt there was something wrong with herself.
“Xiao Jin.” The moment Jinyi bared her teeth, Youwan, sitting across from her, called her name in a cool, low voice.
It was a warning.
Warned, the next words of reproach caught in Jinyi’s throat. Her gaze shifted to Ningshu, full of grievance.
“Xiao Jin, she is your jiejie. You can’t be so harsh with her.” Ningshu was noticeably more serious than usual. “Your jiejie didn’t do it on purpose. You’ve been making a fuss for days now. Let it end here.”
“Let it end here?” Jinyi stared, disbelief written across her eyes. “Mom, what did you say? Let it end here?”
Xiao Yu was gone—and that was just it?
That Mom would say such a thing. A fire burned in Jinyi’s chest, anger and hurt tangled together.
Ningshu sighed and spoke earnestly. “We’re family. I showed you the DNA test report, Xiao Jin. We’re meant to live together always. Are you really going to never forgive your jiejie?”
Jinyi was furious, so furious she could barely stand it. She wanted to say that Jiang Youwan wasn’t even her biological daughter—she was nothing but a liar, a fraud. But her own DNA results hadn’t come back yet. She had no way to refute her mother.
What was worse—she could keenly sense that her mother’s attitude toward her had shifted. She was growing impatient.
Not like before.
The feeling made Jinyi miserable. The whole world didn’t believe her, and even her mother, who loved her most, was siding with Jiang Youwan.
It was a crisis. She was furious and hurt.
Her beautiful peach-blossom eyes reddened—she couldn’t tell if it was from anger or the urge to cry. Lips pressed into a pout, she slammed down her chopsticks and stormed off.
Ningshu frowned slightly but didn’t try to stop her.
Youwan was left with nothing but heartache.
Everything on the table today was what Jinyi loved to eat. Before Youwan arrived, she had watched from afar—Jinyi eating with obvious relish, clearly enjoying herself.
And because of her appearance, Jinyi had eaten only a few bites before leaving in anger.
Everything tasted like nothing now. Youwan ate a few mouthfuls, then announced to Ningshu: “I’m done eating.”
Ningshu glanced at her and couldn’t be bothered to respond.
Receiving the unspoken signal that she could leave, Youwan rose and departed.
She returned to her room, sat at her desk, and handled her work. She didn’t know how long had passed when the sound of soft sobbing drifted in from outside. She looked out the window—the sky had gone completely dark. In the courtyard, a few cat-paw lights glowed, and a small, thin figure crouched before rows of flower pots, phone pressed to her ear, saying in a pitiful, wronged voice: “Fu-jiejie, I’m hungry. Can I come over to your place for dinner?”
“…”
The window was wide open. The garden’s floral fragrance drifted in on the cool evening breeze, yet Youwan felt she could barely breathe.
These past days, whenever she closed her eyes, Jinyi’s sweet, clingy self kept surfacing in her mind—something to savor, something to heal with.
Jinyi used to act sweet only with her. What was she doing now? She had just come back from the Fu Residence, and already she wanted to go find Fu Mingyue again.
Youwan lowered her eyes, her pupils dark and bottomless.
“Sorry, Xiao Jin. Fu-jiejie is out of town on business right now, so I’m not home. I’m not sure if they’ve made anything you like at my place. Fighting with the family again? How about I send my assistant to pick you up and take you to eat whatever you want?” Fu Mingyue’s voice came through the phone, gentle as ever.
Disappointment filled Jinyi’s brow. She mumbled quietly, “It’s fine, Fu-jiejie. You go ahead with your work. I’ll survive one night without eating…”
“Oh, you poor baby…” Fu Mingyue coaxed her a little longer before hanging up. Jinyi stood up, turned around—and found Youwan standing behind her.
Her face immediately darkened.
“What do you want? You’re in my way.”
“Xiao Jin, can I talk to you?” Youwan’s tone was soft, coaxing. Jinyi clearly didn’t want to hear it and ignored her.
She didn’t insist that Youwan move. Instead, she chose to walk around her.
Youwan caught her hand. “Xiao Jin, I didn’t mean to lie to you. I had my reasons. I had no choice. I—”
Jinyi shook off her hand violently, as if she had been touched by something filthy. “What reasons? I don’t want to hear any of this. Lying to me is lying to me. It’s disgusting.”
With that, she ran off without looking back.
Youwan stood alone in the same spot, her heart twisting in agony.
She knew how much Jinyi hated being lied to. Qin Yue had been the perfect cautionary tale…
Helplessness enveloped her…
Senior year left precious little time. After that, the hours Youwan could spend with Jinyi grew fewer and fewer—Jinyi usually came home at ten at night, and her only weekend off she spent running to the Fu Residence.
Youwan knew she was going to see Fu Mingyue, but she was powerless. She could only watch as Jinyi drifted further and further from her, closer and closer to Fu Mingyue.
Days passed one by one. The two maintained a cold war—no, it was Jinyi’s one-sided cold war. Youwan had grown accustomed to it. Her one greatest worry was Jinyi’s college choices.
She knew Jinyi’s temperament better than anyone. Still in high school, Jinyi couldn’t leave, couldn’t drive her out. But to avoid living under the same roof, she might very well…
…might very well abandon her dream school and go to college in another city.
After the college entrance exams, Youwan spent two anxious weeks on pins and needles. When scores finally came out and it was time to submit college preferences, she paced outside Jinyi’s door countless times. She wanted to go in and tell her: don’t throw away your dream school just to spite your jiejie. Don’t leave Luo City. Don’t keep ignoring your jiejie, please?
But she never stepped through that door. She never said those words. She didn’t dare—she knew it would only provoke Jinyi’s annoyance. She could only hold back. She considered sneaking a look at Xiao Jin’s college preferences, even considered secretly changing them if she really chose to go elsewhere. But in the end, she didn’t.
Youwan hadn’t slept well in a long time. She wondered—would all those beautiful moments remain frozen in memory forever?
It hurt so much.
After the preferences were submitted, she checked Jinyi’s class group chat for admission results and finally exhaled. Thank goodness. Thank goodness Xiao Jin hadn’t left. She was still in Luo City.
In that moment, Youwan felt that everything still had hope. If… if Xiao Jin just grew up a little more, if she were just a little kinder to her, a little gentler—she could eventually warm her heart, couldn’t she?
Thinking this, Youwan finally slept her first peaceful night in months.
When all else was lost, even the smallest mercy was a gift.
But things didn’t unfold the way she imagined.
She had been watching Jinyi from the shadows—her university life, her daily classes, what she ate after class, the new friends she made…
So jealous, so jealous. Youwan wished she could become a stranger Jinyi didn’t recognize. At least then… she might still exchange a word or two with her.
At least she wouldn’t feel so powerless. Could still build something more with her.
Heaven had always shortchanged her. From childhood on, anything she cared about ended up this way.
Jinyi and Fu Mingyue grew closer and closer. Fu Mingyue would often drive to the school gates to pick her up for meals, take her to movies, accompany her in doing all the things that had once been hers to share with Xiao Jin.
From walking side by side, to the backs of their hands brushing, to holding hands, to interlacing fingers as they walked…
Why interlacing fingers? Youwan lied to herself—it was just Fu Mingyue taking advantage of Xiao Jin. Xiao Jin didn’t know. Xiao Jin was still young, she didn’t know any better.
But Jinyi wasn’t young anymore. She was in college now. She was an adult.
One day, as she had done many times before, Youwan drove to the south gate of Luocheng Art Academy. She wasn’t waiting for Jinyi to meet her—she simply knew that every Friday evening, Jinyi would come out through that gate, and she wanted to see her from afar, just once.
This time, it was the one she regretted coming.
From a distance, she saw Jinyi step out wearing a little dress, face full of smiles, walking toward a car. The car’s owner seemed equally eager—already out and standing by the open door to welcome her.
It was Fu Mingyue. Tall and elegant, she looked perfect standing beside Jinyi.
Youwan watched as Jinyi stood before Fu Mingyue, tilting her head up to look at her, beaming. It was a kind of smile she had never even given Youwan—a smile filled with love.
Fu Mingyue smiled back, reaching up to cradle her face tenderly, then slowly lowered her head and pressed a kiss to her lips.
Jinyi didn’t pull away. Instead, her smile deepened. She lowered her head shyly, looking at her shoes. Whatever Fu Mingyue said to her, she lifted her chin, rose onto her toes, and pressed a kiss to Fu Mingyue’s lips in return.
Light as a dragonfly skimming the water1—gone in a flash, so fast that Youwan wanted to believe it was an illusion. But that image seared into her mind, impossible to shake…
No matter how she lied to herself, it was shattered by the relationship announcement Jinyi posted on her social media.
She lost control. She went to find Xiao Jin, demanding she break up with Fu Mingyue. But all it earned her was Xiao Jin hiding behind Fu Mingyue, tattling on her. Fu Mingyue shielded Jinyi as a matter of course, not letting Youwan get anywhere near her.
The result was Jinyi leaving the Jiang family for good, walking away with Fu Mingyue…
She couldn’t intervene.
Youwan jolted awake from the nightmare, drenched in cold sweat, her heart hammering as if it would tear from her chest. She had pinched herself hard enough to bruise, over and over, proving to herself that it had only been a dream.
Confirmed—it was only a dream. She felt as if she had escaped death itself.
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