The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 87
by Little PandaDo You Even Deserve Her?
A Crippled Alpha
After Secretary Song finished speaking, Jiang Jinyi could not calm down for a long time. These words had truly overturned everything she had believed for the past five years.
She never could have imagined, even in her wildest dreams, that the mother who returned five years ago had been replaced by someone else entirely.
That woman—her mother’s twin sister—looked so much like her. She resembled her in every way, except that, ultimately, she did not love her.
Beyond disbelief, she felt an overwhelming sense of relief—relief that her mother was still alive, that between her and Jiang Youwan…
Between her and Jiang Youwan, the specter of their mother’s death no longer stood.
If her mother’s death was no longer between them, it meant…
Jiang Jinyi clenched her fists with excitement, her heart overflowing with gratitude—gratitude that her mother was still alive, gratitude that there was still room between her and Jiang Youwan.
Yet even as relief flooded through her, Jiang Jinyi felt a deep, gnawing remorse, an unsettling uncertainty, a dull ache festering in her heart.
Ever since Xiao Yu died five years ago, she had begun hurting her—lashing out with cruel words, giving her the cold shoulder, meeting every warmth Youwan offered with icy disdain.
She could not even begin to fathom how grievously wronged Jiang Youwan must have felt back then. If their roles were reversed, the injustice would have been enough to make her weep.
Had Youwan cried, treated that way by the person she loved?
Cried—Jiang Youwan had cried.
Jiang Jinyi still remembered. Just over a month ago, Jiang Youwan had wept because she refused to eat the food Youwan was feeding her. When tears slipped down her face, she had looked so beautiful—so fragile, so aggrieved, so endearingly pitiful.
And she was so easy to coax. Just one kiss, and she was comforted.
Whenever Jiang Jinyi recalled that scene, her heart felt as though it would shatter. The thought of how much greater Youwan’s suffering must have been five years ago, the memory of every venomous word she had hurled at her—it was as if a knife had been driven straight into her chest.
She wanted so desperately—so desperately—to make up for the wrongs she had done. Her pulse raced.
Secretary Song said there were already leads on her mother. She had returned not only to check on her while she was ill, but also to follow up on certain leads.
Secretary Song told her to focus on recovering and leave the search for her mother in her hands.
As long as Jiang Jinyi could remember, Secretary Song had been a deeply reliable secretary—decisive and thoroughly trustworthy.
So hearing those words, Jiang Jinyi thought that a reunion with her mother could not be far off.
Then they could be together again, walk out of the darkness, begin a new life, see the light of day once more.
When hatred and old grievances dissolved, the sense of all she owed came flooding in to fill every corner of Jiang Jinyi’s heart.
She could not sit still. She could not stop fidgeting.
Jiang Jinyi had no way to fall asleep. All night, a sour ache consumed her chest. The moment certain images surfaced, it was as though an electric current shot through her body, leaving her trembling.
She opened her phone, instinctively reaching for Jiang Youwan’s contact—only to discover that, because she had wanted to sever all ties, she had gotten a new phone, a new SIM card, a new WeChat account.
Everything from before had been wiped clean.
Knowing the real truth magnified her remorse and guilt infinitely. She did not sleep a single wink.
The next day.
The Fu Ancestral Estate was sparsely populated, though that was not entirely because of its size. The other descendants each had their own properties; only Fu Mingyue and an elderly woman of seventy or eighty still lived there. The old lady already knew Jiang Jinyi. Seeing the wound on the back of her neck had nearly broken her heart. She rose early herself, instructed the chef to prepare a highly nutritious breakfast, and then sent Fu Mingyue to call Jiang Jinyi down to eat.
At the dining table, Grandmother Fu sat only briefly before leaving, allowing Fu Mingyue and Jiang Jinyi to eat alone.
“Did Xiao Jin not sleep last night?” Fu Mingyue asked softly, observing her state.
“…Mm.” Jiang Jinyi nodded, knowing she could not hide it from Fu Mingyue, and admitted it obediently.
“Thinking about your mother?”
Jiang Jinyi nodded again. Anyone could see she was weighed down by worry.
Fu Mingyue set down her chopsticks and rested her chin on one hand with elegant ease. Her phoenix eyes curved in a faint smile as she asked in an ambiguous tone, “Aside from your mother, is there anyone else?”
Jiang Jinyi paused. Meeting Fu Mingyue’s amused gaze, she suddenly felt a flutter of guilt. Her long, curled lashes trembled involuntarily. She lowered her head, lifted a steamed bun to her mouth, and began chewing. Her cheeks puffed out, flushed faintly pink—she looked utterly adorable.
Trying to dodge the question with food did not work on Fu Mingyue. She asked directly, “Thinking about Jiang Youwan?”
Fu Mingyue really could see right through her little schemes.
Left with no choice, Jiang Jinyi gave a soft “Mm” of assent.
She was too embarrassed to say it out loud—not because she was being tsundere, but because she was ashamed.
She was the one who had kept bullying Jiang Youwan, the one who had abandoned her during her marking period, and yet here she was, missing her.
If word of this got out, she would be branded a scumbag Alpha.
Fu Mingyue did not confirm or deny it. She asked instead, “Actually, Xiao Jin has not just missed her today—she has not gone a single day this past month without thinking of her, has she?”
Her inner thoughts pierced so precisely, Jiang Jinyi had no defense. Fu Mingyue read her reaction and, without waiting for an answer, said directly:
“If you miss her that much, then go find her later.”
Jiang Jinyi gave a slight start. She lifted her head to look at Fu Mingyue, her eyes full of astonishment.
Go find her later?
Fu Mingyue had already withdrawn her propped-up hand and begun serving herself food, as though the conversation had ended.
Because she had, in fact, already proposed the best possible solution—there was nothing more to discuss.
“Go find her… later?” Jiang Jinyi murmured, dazed.
Truthfully, she had never dared imagine going to find Jiang Youwan so soon.
But Fu Mingyue’s words made her feel—why should it be impossible?
If she did not go, she would simply hole up at the Fu estate forever, drowning in guilt, tangled in indecision, never making amends. Was that what she wanted?
With that thought, the desire grew ever more intense—so intense that she could not finish her breakfast. After a few hurried bites, she bade Fu Mingyue farewell and left the Fu Residence.
The dining room fell empty, leaving only Fu Mingyue.
Suddenly, Fu Mingyue smiled and called softly into the air, “Grandmother, you can come out and eat now.”
Sure enough, barely two seconds later, Grandmother Fu emerged from the shadows, leaning on her cane with trembling steps. She glared at Fu Mingyue with obvious displeasure. “You silly child, I went to all the trouble of putting you and Xiao Jin together for a meal, and not only did you fail to seize the opportunity—how could you send her off to find someone else?”
Grandmother Fu’s eyes simmered with resentment, thoroughly disappointed in her granddaughter.
Fu Mingyue sighed in exasperation. “Grandmother, I only see Xiao Jin as a Meimei.”
“You ungrateful child!” Grandmother Fu fumed. “Is one more Meimei too few? Any random young lady could be your Meimei!”
Fu Mingyue fell silent for a long moment, then curved her lips in a wry smile and sighed helplessly. “Xiao Jin’s heart already belongs to someone else.”
“Then you—”
Fu Mingyue knew what Grandmother Fu was about to say and cut her off. “I could never steal her away.”
“Grandmother, I have not lived long enough yet.”
Not lived long enough?
Those words effectively cowed Grandmother Fu into silence. She sat in her chair looking unsettled for a while, then said no more about wanting Fu Mingyue and Xiao Jin to be together.
SPACE LINE
Jiang Jinyi actually went to find Jiang Youwan.
They had not been in contact for nearly two months. She did not know how Jiang Youwan was doing—whether she had gotten through her marking period, whether she still went to the office. In the end, choosing between the company and home, she decided to try home first.
The journey there was nerve-wracking. Not just nervousness—it was a tangle of complicated emotions: guilt, shame, trepidation.
What was she supposed to say to Jiang Youwan later?
Should she tell her everything Secretary Song had told her first?
What attitude would Jiang Youwan have toward her?
These questions pressed down on her until she could barely breathe, but all that anxiety paled before her longing.
The Fu family car soon pulled up in front of the Jiang Family Villa. Jiang Jinyi gazed at this house where she had lived for eighteen years and suddenly felt a wave of comfort—a premonition that everything would be alright.
But that feeling did not last long. As Jiang Jinyi stepped out and walked closer, she realized the villa doors were open, and an unfamiliar sedan was parked out front.
Jiang Jinyi instantly felt the tense sensation of her territory being invaded. Just then, someone walked out of the villa, and Jiang Jinyi recognized her at a glance.
Lu Jing.
Lu Jing—the pursuer who had liked Jiang Youwan for years.
She was pulling a large suitcase. She spotted Jiang Jinyi, too. Their eyes met.
Lu Jing’s expression was unreadable. She averted her gaze, dragged the suitcase toward the parked car, opened the trunk, and loaded it inside.
Jiang Jinyi’s face registered open panic. She hurried over. “What are you doing?”
“Why are you touching things from my home?” she demanded, her voice tightening. Her mind was spinning with questions—where was Jiang Youwan? Why was Lu Jing coming out of her house? Why was Lu Jing taking a suitcase from her home?
Lu Jing slammed the trunk shut, turned around, and looked down at Jiang Jinyi, who was half a head shorter. Whether it was a scoff or a sneer, she said, “How do you still have the nerve to come back?”
Jiang Jinyi froze at her words. Her delicate brows drew together. She opened her mouth to speak, only to find she had no idea what to say.
It was as if something were lodged in her throat.
Her untrimmed bangs blew messily in the wind. She stared blankly at Lu Jing for a long moment before finally managing to ask, “Where is Jiang Youwan?”
Her voice had already lost much of its earlier force.
“Tell me—what business is it of yours where Jiang Youwan is?” Lu Jing threw the question back coldly.
“I…” Jiang Jinyi pressed her lips together. The cold wind had turned the tip of her nose red.
“I… I need to talk to her about something.”
“What do you need to say to her?” Lu Jing’s tone was far more forceful than hers. “Whatever it is, I can pass it on for you.”
Pass it on for her?
Those words were so distant they made Jiang Jinyi feel as though she were suffocating.
She could sense Lu Jing’s fury. She knew why Lu Jing was angry.
But for some reason, she could not bring herself to face her directly. Torn between turning away and going inside the villa to see if Jiang Youwan was there, she chose the latter.
She lowered her head and tried to walk past Lu Jing—but before she had taken two steps, Lu Jing grabbed her and yanked her back so hard she stumbled.
“Jiang Youwan is not inside.” Lu Jing hauled her back in front of her, narrowed her eyes, and lowered her voice, struggling to contain her rage. “Jiang Youwan does not live here anymore. I came to help her move out.”
Jiang Jinyi froze. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she felt the heat of tears rushing to her lids in an instant.
“What exactly do you want to say to her?” Lu Jing demanded. “If it is about tying up loose ends after a breakup, I can pass that on for you—handle it for her. But if you are thinking of getting back together, do you think you even deserve her?”
“You were the one who gouged out your own gland right in front of her rather than stay with her. You were that ruthless—was that not so she would give up on you? So why are you running back now?”
Lu Jing showed no mercy. “Do you not find yourself ridiculous? Do you still think you are some Eldest Miss who never has to grow up, that Jiang Youwan should revolve around you and wait however long it takes?”
“No—” Before she could finish, Lu Jing seized her by the collar and hauled her upward. Lu Jing’s features were striking and commanding to begin with—when she turned fierce, she was truly terrifying.
It looked like she was about to strike.
“Let go of me!” Jiang Jinyi struggled, but she was no match for Lu Jing. Lu Jing warned her, “I am telling you, you were the one who cut things off so ruthlessly. As you wished—she has given up on you now. After being completely marked, she spent nearly two months in extreme helplessness and anguish, accumulating disappointment day after day. She is thoroughly disappointed in you. She never wants to see you again!”
As Lu Jing shouted at her, Jiang Jinyi gradually stopped struggling. The air was plentiful, but no matter how heavily she breathed, she felt as though she could not draw a breath.
Her eyes burned. Tears fell unbidden, dropping in large drops right in front of Lu Jing.
Lu Jing unleashed every ounce of the fury she had been holding toward Jiang Jinyi all this time.
Jiang Jinyi fought to keep the sob out of her voice. “I know I was wrong. I want to make it up to her…”
Lu Jing looked at the girl whose collar she was gripping—the girl with bitten lips and red-rimmed eyes, reduced to tears by her berating—and through gritted teeth, she let go. She could not fathom why Jiang Youwan would fall for someone like this.
Some pampered, fragile Eldest Miss who could not take a single hit.
“Make it up to her?”
Lu Jing laughed. “You do not even have pheromones anymore. You cannot even soothe her with your pheromones—so what exactly do you have to offer? What does she need from you?”
She gave Jiang Jinyi no room to breathe. “How does a crippled Alpha deserve an SSS-class Omega?”
Lu Jing opened the car door and got in, hurling one final line: “Roll as far away as you can.”
Jiang Jinyi stood alone in front of the villa, letting the howling cold wind batter her frail body. It was so cold—so cold that her cheeks turned from red to white, and the tears on her face felt like they might freeze into ice. The wound at the back of her neck, still bandaged, throbbed with a dull ache.
She could not even soothe Jiang Youwan anymore.
The author has something to say:
Those harsh words were all Lu Jing’s own—they do not represent Jiejie’s feelings.
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