The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 86
by Little PandaThe Truth Behind It All
The person who most deserved to feel wronged was Jiang Youwan
“The Chairman Jiang who appeared in the Jiang family these past five years, who recently died in a car crash, was not your mother.”
Song Lian’s gaze fell on the rearview mirror before her, watching her own eyes in the reflection—filled with certainty, with relief.
She said, “She was not Jiang Ningshu.”
She was not.
Five years ago, Jiang Ningshu went abroad to search for her eldest daughter who had been missing for years, and when she returned, she was no longer herself—she had been replaced.
It had to be said—the woman disguised herself well. From her face to her figure, the scent of her pheromones, to every mannerism and habit, the way she spoke, even her initial attitude toward her daughter—she was convincing, watertight in every respect.
She truly understood Jiang Ningshu—understood everything she had been through, everyone around her. She had molded herself into a near-perfect likeness of Jiang Ningshu.
Everyone could be fooled by her—everyone except Song Lian.
With today’s advanced technology, anyone willing to pay the price and endure the suffering could replicate the scent of pheromones. To outsiders, synthesized pheromones were indistinguishable from the real thing—but a lover would know with a single breath.
Five years ago, when Song Lian saw “Jiang Ningshu” again, she realized at once that there was not the slightest trace of her own pheromones on the woman’s body.
An alpha was extremely sensitive to the scent of an omega she had marked. Even with a one-night temporary mark—marked once, then separated for a month or two—when the two met again, a high-class alpha could still detect that she had marked this omega.
Let alone Jiang Ningshu. They had entangled through countless nights; she had bitten the back of that woman’s neck over and over again.
Not only were the pheromones wrong—”Jiang Ningshu” could not remember their secret codes, the time that belonged only to them, let alone the relationship hidden beneath subordinate and superior that only the two of them in the entire world knew.
Their lover relationship.
She did not remember that she had been her patron.
For five years, the two went from fifteen years of patron and golden canary1, to the most proper of superiors and subordinates.
Having been Jiang Ningshu’s hidden lover for fifteen years, after discovering the person had been replaced—
Song Lian had initially felt she was freed.
She should have resigned and walked away immediately.
But she fell ill.
She had become pathetic.
She actually began to miss the patron who for fifteen years had treated her as an outlet for desire, making her toil like a beast of burden. She began to worry about her safety, even wanting her to return and continue that unequal relationship.
The resignation letter she had already written was burned. She returned to the Jiang family and, before “Jiang Ningshu” noticed, destroyed all evidence of her eighteen years of clandestine affair with Jiang Ningshu.
For five years, she guarded the things Jiang Ningshu considered important, secretly investigating whether she was dead or alive, where she was, and seeking opportunities to bring down “Jiang Ningshu.”
She knew this was foolish. She could even imagine the expression on that woman’s face when she learned of everything Song Lian had done—half-smiling, teasing: “Secretary Song, you are ridiculous.”
She remembered when the two first confirmed their arrangement—Song Lian had looked at Jiang Ningshu with disgust and told her she hated her, that she would never fall in love with her.
Jiang Ningshu had not cared whether she loved her or hated her. She had even smiled and said, “Don’t fall in love with me within two years. I quite like your body. Two years shouldn’t be enough to tire of playing, so I don’t want to find a replacement yet.”
Two years. Three years. Fifteen years.
Perhaps because Song Lian was so lowly, Jiang Ningshu found it shameful—she never let her see the light of day, not even a sliver.
She kept this lover deeply hidden. No one knew—not even “Jiang Ningshu.”
That was why she treated her as nothing more than a proper personal secretary, without any boundary-crossing behavior.
Actually, Song Lian had not initially planned to tell Jiang Jinyi this news.
First, because Xiao Jin was too impulsive and immature; second, because the Xiao Jin of that time was under Jiang Youwan’s control—telling her was equivalent to telling Jiang Youwan.
Song Lian had long known Jiang Youwan’s identity.
The person identified by that birthmark was not the one Jiang Ningshu had truly been searching for.
She had guessed that she was being used by the Su family, sent to the Jiang family for revenge.
She was not certain whether she already knew the truth, and feared that Jiang Youwan might still be consumed by hatred and would stop at nothing.
But now it was different.
Whether or not Jiang Youwan knew the truth about her mother’s death, she would not lay another finger on Jiang Ningshu.
Now, Xiao Jin was Jiang Ningshu’s best shield.
“Secretary… Secretary Song, what did you say? I… I don’t quite understand…” Jiang Jinyi’s mind buzzed, unable to process what Secretary Song was saying—the amount of information was simply overwhelming.
It overturned everything she thought she knew…
Song Lian understood her unease and patiently, firmly explained again: “Your mother may still be alive. There is an eighty percent chance.”
She said, “Five years ago, when Chairman Jiang went abroad to search for her eldest daughter who had been missing for years, she met with an accident.”
“The person who came back was not her.”
“What…?” Jiang Jinyi asked in a trembling voice. “Secretary Song, how do you know? Then who was she?”
“Where is my mother now?” Jiang Jinyi asked urgently, firing off several questions in succession.
If this were true, how could there be someone in the world who looked exactly like her mother?
That person was clearly her mother.
It was too inconceivable.
Song Lian’s gaze darkened as she said, “For someone to look identical to Chairman Jiang, plastic surgery alone could not achieve it. Add to that how thoroughly she understood Chairman Jiang—she and Chairman Jiang must have known each other, and known each other since childhood.”
“I investigated the old Jiang family—your maternal grandfather’s household. The records showed only Chairman Jiang as the sole daughter. I didn’t believe it, so I went to the hospital that originally delivered Chairman Jiang and found a nurse who had attended her mother’s delivery.”
“The moment I brought up what happened back then, that nurse looked terrified and tried to leave. I had to coerce and cajole her before she finally told the truth.”
“In reality, Chairman Jiang was not the Jiang family’s only daughter.”
“That pregnancy was actually twins.”
“Twins…?” Jiang Jinyi murmured. “So the person who came back five years ago was my mother’s sister… my aunt?”
“Yes, it was her. Born a few minutes after Chairman Jiang—the daughter the Jiang family discarded.”
“The Jiang family was superstitious. They believed having twin daughters was inauspicious, a bad omen. Regulations weren’t strict back then. They bribed several nurses and doctors and hid the second-born daughter, so the records only showed Chairman Jiang.”
“But fortunately, the Jiang family still had some conscience. The second child didn’t die. She was raised in the same household as Chairman Jiang, just never allowed into the light—no school, no social life, kept fed and nothing more, doing housework like a servant.”
“I don’t know how Chairman Jiang treated her back then, whether well or poorly. What I can confirm is that she attended school in Chairman Jiang’s place for a period, before differentiation.”
“That was how she met Zhao Yan.”
Jiang Jinyi said nothing, listening with rapt, tense attention.
“The victim of that murder and concealment case—Zhao Yan—was Chairman Jiang’s lover before you were born. They had been dating since high school.” At this, Song Lian lowered her eyes, her gaze dimming.
“But for various reasons, they separated. Not long after, Chairman Jiang became pregnant and gave birth to you, and she and Zhao Yan lost contact.”
“But after that woman replaced Chairman Jiang, Jiang Corporation suddenly began collaborating frequently with Zhao Yan. They gradually reconnected. Zhao Yan had never settled down all these years—perhaps she still harbored feelings for Chairman Jiang. She did not reject that woman’s advances. The two were photographed dining together at restaurants, watching films together. Gradually, from ambiguity to rekindled romance.”
“It was clear she loved Zhao Yan deeply. While attending school in Chairman Jiang’s place, during the time she spent with Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan became the light of her life. But she knew Zhao Yan’s fixation on Chairman Jiang ran too deep to accept anyone else. That was one of the main reasons she impersonated Chairman Jiang.”
Jiang Jinyi was drawn into the story. She was bewildered. “Then why did she kill Zhao Yan? She loved her, didn’t she?”
“Probably because Zhao Yan saw through her identity—knew she was an imposter—and refused to be with her. She threatened to expose her and call the police, and was killed by accident.”
“She was a deeply unhinged woman. After Zhao Yan died, she could have found some remote wilderness and buried her. But she refused. She placed Zhao Yan in an aquarium, preserved in formalin, staying day and night in that villa.”
“It was a perfect opportunity. I discovered this and originally planned to report it to the police, but someone beat me to it.”
“I had no mind to investigate who tipped her off. She tried to flee, and I pursued her in secret—because if Chairman Jiang were still alive, she would absolutely make the real Chairman Jiang take the fall for her.”
“That way, I could rescue Chairman Jiang from her hands. But unexpectedly, she died in the car crash.”
“The trail went cold. The real Chairman Jiang’s whereabouts became unknown.”
“I estimate there is an eighty percent chance Chairman Jiang is still alive, because that woman was very dark-natured—far more vindictive in business than Chairman Jiang. She loved to torment people, especially loved watching others suffer.”
“She had endured so many years of grievance because of Chairman Jiang. She would never let Chairman Jiang die so easily.”
“So… my mother is still alive…”
This feeling was overwhelming—it made her tremble, made her heart race—like finding a sliver of bright hope in what had been nothing but darkness.
Regaining what was lost, yet fearing it would vanish in an instant.
Was it real? Could this bizarre account Secretary Song was telling really be true?
Jiang Jinyi steeled herself—she knew what kind of person Secretary Song was. She always gave people an inexplicable sense of security. She never did anything without certainty. She would never joke about something like this or speak carelessly.
Her eyes reddened, and she asked in a tearful voice, “Secretary Song… the person who died… was it really not my mother?”
Song Lian said with certainty, “She was not.”
Song Lian guided her toward noticing the inconsistencies: “Do you remember the time five years ago when she went on a business trip and brought Jiang Youwan home? That time, Chairman Jiang was away for a very long time—several months.”
“Jiang Youwan had already been sent back, but she still hadn’t returned. Even I, her personal secretary, had no idea what she was doing.”
“You are her only daughter, the person she cares about most in this world. From childhood to adulthood, she had rarely been away on business for more than a week. How could she suddenly bear to leave you for so long?”
Song Lian continued, “If it were the real Chairman Jiang, how could she bear to let you suffer injustice? How could she bear to let you be struck? And how could she bear to let you go alone to a city so far away and stay there for four years?”
“Because you discovered Jiang Youwan was not her biological daughter and made a public scene, obstructing her plans—she wanted you gone.”
“When you were going through all of that, Xiao Jin, I was watching from the sidelines and it broke my heart. I couldn’t say anything. But now I want you to know—when you felt your mother didn’t love you as much anymore, that wasn’t right, because that person didn’t love you at all. She wasn’t your mother. She even hated you.”
Song Lian’s words struck with precision at the very center of Jiang Jinyi’s heart. Her tears could no longer be held back—they burst forth like a flood, streaming down in great torrents. She could not express what she felt in this moment.
These four years, she had cried whenever she remembered these things. It was true—so, so unjust… Four years of accumulated grievance collapsed in an instant.
It turned out her mother had never stopped loving her. She had not been hated. She had not been abandoned…
Song Lian wiped her tears and softened her voice as she continued: “Do you know why your paintings went unnoticed at first? Because she was pulling strings behind the scenes. She wanted to force you back, make you easier to control, and then marry you off to Liang Wei.”
“Liang Wei had once been humiliated by Chairman Jiang. She knew that you would never have a good life marrying into his family. I became even more certain that Chairman Jiang is still alive, because the only people these actions could truly torment were you and Chairman Jiang.”
“Chairman Jiang must be hidden somewhere by her, imprisoned. Her goal was not only to be with Zhao Yan, but also to make Chairman Jiang watch helplessly as everything she cared about suffered—thereby achieving her purpose of torture.”
Jiang Jinyi sobbed until she could barely catch her breath, her eyes red and face drenched in tears. She turned her head aside and coughed violently. Fu Mingyue helped pat her back, too stunned to say anything.
Suddenly, Jiang Jinyi thought of something. Her eyes widened as she murmured, “Xiao Yu… Xiao Yu…”
Song Lian knew what she wanted to ask and explained: “Unlike Chairman Jiang, who loved cats, I discovered that she was allergic to cat fur.”
She was allergic to cat fur…?
So… Jiang Youwan’s explanation to her was true. Xiao Yu really was ordered to be thrown away by that woman—because she was allergic to cat fur. If Xiao Yu had stayed, she would have been exposed…
Back then, she had thrown such a tantrum over that incident, said so many terrible things to Jiang Youwan, severed ties with her, and fled far away.
It was all that wicked woman’s fault.
The person who most deserved to feel wronged was Jiang Youwan.
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