After a Disabled Alpha Marked a Yandere Female Lead - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Zhu Qingluo felt a deep sense of dread.

She estimated the time and, feeling it was right, woke up slowly and opened her eyes.

Jiang Yun repeated herself with a smile.

As Zhu Qingluo’s vision cleared, she heard what the other person was saying. Her tone was a mix of confusion and honesty. “No? Then I’ll drink another one… cough, cough.”

Her hand gripped the armrest, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Then, without hesitation, she reached out, her fingertips trembling, and with some difficulty, reached for the box of potion on the table.

Jiang Yun stood by her side, watching with a cold gaze.

Zhu Qingluo’s vision seemed to be affected, and she couldn’t exert much strength, so she “accidentally” missed her grasp.

Her breathing was a little ragged, and she couldn’t help but purse her lips.

“Don’t push yourself,” Jiang Yun said at that moment, her lips curling into a slight smile. “It seems the potion doesn’t agree with you and is causing a rejection reaction. It was thoughtless of me. How do you feel now?”

Faced with this sudden concern, Zhu Qingluo’s heart tightened.

“I’m fine,” she said, shaking her head slightly.

“Then I’ll have the butler take the rest away.”

Zhu Qingluo naturally had no objection.

But she felt confused. She didn’t know why Jiang Yun had suddenly changed her mind.

Jiang Yun didn’t say she would replace the potion, and she couldn’t ask. And was it really ineffective?

Just then, the butler arrived with a private doctor.

The doctor gave her a checkup, confirming her findings several times during the process.

However, the doctor was a little tactless and said bluntly, “This is a normal reaction to the Pilocarpine potion. Ms. Zhu’s physical condition is normal. Don’t worry.”

Zhu Qingluo felt a bit awkward but maintained her composure.

Jiang Yun’s lips curved into a smile, her gaze deep. “That’s not right, is it?”

The doctor: “…”

So, the doctor checked Zhu Qingluo again. After a moment, he coughed lightly and changed his tune. “Ms. Zhu was frightened. She’s weak and needs to rest for a few days to recover.”

Jiang Yun was finally satisfied.

After the doctor left, the butler looked at the messy floor but said nothing. Finally, she took the remaining potion away as ordered.

The butler’s eyes showed surprise and a hint of pity when she looked at Zhu Qingluo.

Zhu Qingluo ignored it and continued to play the role of the sick patient.

Because she was so immersed in her role and had nothing to do, she unknowingly fell asleep for a while.

So, she didn’t know when Jiang Yun left. She opened her eyes and looked around, seeing a servant cleaning the rug.

The butler noticed she had “regained” consciousness, turned around, and said to her, “You must be tired. I’ll take you back to rest.” With that, the butler’s hand was already on the back of the wheelchair.

“Okay,” Zhu Qingluo said.

With this crisis passed, Zhu Qingluo felt a slight sense of relief.

She thought she’d be free again once Jiang Yun left, but the reality was far from her imagination.

Jiang Yun’s estrus period was over, and she should have left the house and forgotten about her, but she stayed for several days.

So, she had to face this woman often.

This subtle discomfort filled every corner of the house, especially when they had to see each other.

Occasionally, they would exchange a few pleasantries, and since Jiang Yun didn’t make things difficult, the atmosphere was quite peaceful.

For Zhu Qingluo, that was enough.

However, Jiang Yun was now “showing kindness” to her. At the dinner table one day, Zhu Qingluo received a nourishing sweet soup.

She was confused and, after asking, learned the reason.

Jiang Yun told her she should eat more nourishing food during her recovery and asked how she was feeling.

Zhu Qingluo found it strange but answered truthfully.

“Does it not taste good?” Jiang Yun asked with a smile, seeing her lost in thought.

“No, it’s fine.”

Zhu Qingluo silently stirred her spoon and took a small sip.

It tasted good, much better than her usual meals.

She drank two more spoonfuls of the sweet soup. Not long after, she felt a gaze on her.

At the other side of the dining table, Jiang Yun was watching her with great interest.

Zhu Qingluo was quite thin. She had trouble moving, and her clothing wasn’t particularly fashionable, but it was clean and neat.

Before the marriage, Jiang Yun had only seen her photos and briefly looked over her profile. Her impression was that this new wife was an idealist who had hit rock bottom.

People like that were often extreme and pessimistic, becoming a hassle once you got involved.

The young woman in front of her said nothing, and while she ate slowly, her appetite was surprisingly good, exuding a strange sense of comfort.

Jiang Yun also felt her appetite return and ate more than usual.

After the meal, Zhu Qingluo was about to quickly disappear, but the other person called out to her.

“You seem like you don’t want to see me at home.”

“No, that’s not it,” Zhu Qingluo’s wheelchair stopped, and she subconsciously denied it.

Jiang Yun leaned back against the sofa, her tone casual. “Don’t lie to me. Be honest.”

“…”

Zhu Qingluo thought for a moment, carefully choosing her words, and replied, “I’m just not used to it. Before, I was the only one at home.”

Jiang Yun raised her brows slightly. As she looked at her, her long, narrow phoenix eyes shone like glass.

“Are you blaming me for neglecting you?”

That wasn’t it either.

Zhu Qingluo hesitated, remaining silent for a long time. Seeing this, Jiang Yun smoothed her clothes and couldn’t help but smile.

A moment later.

When Zhu Qingluo looked up again, she saw Jiang Yun had picked up a magazine and opened it to the first page.

“Ms. Jiang, I…”

“Yes?”

Jiang Yun looked confused, as if she hadn’t expected Zhu Qingluo to still be there.

Zhu Qingluo’s words caught in her throat, and she closed her mouth.

The other person had just been playing with her.

“I’m leaving,” she said.

Jiang Yun nodded indifferently.

Then, Zhu Qingluo was ignored and forgotten. Her presence became almost nonexistent.

The air was quiet, and the scene, in a way, seemed harmonious.

She couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. With her hands on the armrests, she slowly turned her wheelchair and left the living room.

After these two days of interaction, Zhu Qingluo had a new understanding of her situation.

For now, she was still useful to Jiang Yun.

As long as she performed her duties as a “tool” during the estrus period and didn’t cause any trouble, there shouldn’t be any major problems.

The wheelchair moved down the hallway. The sunlight was warm, and her shadow stretched across the floor.

While she was planning her future, something suddenly came to mind, and she returned to her room.

The layout was similar to the other rooms, but she had very few belongings, having left the Zhu family with almost nothing.

She noticed a few large boxes piled in a corner.

One of them had a password, so she couldn’t open it right away and had to check the other boxes first.

When she opened one, she found some old clothes, a few books, and a large number of handwritten drafts and drawings at the bottom.

Zhu Qingluo’s eyes lit up, but after a closer look, she felt a little disappointed.

Because the original owner was a designer, the drafts were mostly related to jewelry and spanned five years.

The other drawings were torn to shreds, not a single one intact.

Zhu Qingluo remembered that a few days ago, the original owner had a fight with her family before her marriage and was confined for a day and a night without food or water, which caused her to faint at the wedding banquet.

Perhaps at that time, the original owner passed away, and she, by some strange twist of fate, ended up in this body.

Zhu Qingluo felt a sense of sorrow.

In her previous life, she had managed a jewelry brand and achieved considerable success, so she had a keen eye for fashion and value.

So, she pieced together the torn drawings and found that some of them were from projects that had been put on hold and permanently sealed away.

Although these designs no longer held commercial value, they still represented recent fashion trends.

Since she had nothing to do, Zhu Qingluo started organizing them, planning to use this skill to return to her old profession in the future.

She was so engrossed that she forgot about the time, and it was soon dusk.

The ringing of a phone pulled her back to reality.

Zhu Qingluo put down the drawings and glanced at the caller ID—it was the father of this body.

She instinctively knew this wasn’t a friendly call, so she paused for a few seconds before answering, holding the phone away from her ear.

The next second, the enraged voice of a middle-aged man came through the receiver.

“Why didn’t you answer the phone! You’re living the high life in the Jiang family and you’ve already forgotten about us? I raised you for over twenty years, you ungrateful wretch!”

“What’s the matter?” she asked directly without any explanation.

But the person on the other end clearly misunderstood, thinking she was backing down.

“Heh, you still have some conscience.” Zhu’s father calmed his anger, took a deep puff of his cigarette, and flicked the ash, as if he was about to announce something big.

“Do you remember the funds the Jiang family promised? It’s been so many days. You can easily talk to Jiang Yun now. Help your father out just this once and hurry her up.”

“…” Zhu Qingluo remembered that the Zhu family was so eager to marry her off because the Jiang family was willing to provide a sum of money to help their struggling company.

She couldn’t help but ask about the amount.

Twenty million?

That was a significant amount of money. Her heart fluttered slightly, and then she hung up the phone.

By now, it was dark outside.

Zhu Qingluo tidied up the room and put the drawings back in the drawer.

She checked the time and went out for a walk.

Even though she couldn’t walk, after getting used to it, it helped keep her body in good condition.

When she went out, a servant would usually push her.

Her normal range of activity was limited to the vicinity, taking no more than twenty minutes. During this time, Zhu Qingluo was able to familiarize herself with the surrounding area.

The night air was cool, and a gentle breeze blew.

When she returned home, she saw that the upstairs windows were dark, guessing that Jiang Yun had already gone to bed.

The living room was dimly lit. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling only cast a single beam of light onto the red velvet rug in the center.

Everything was quiet. Zhu Qingluo entered alone.

As she passed by the wall, she was drawn to the mural and stopped in her tracks.

After a while, Zhu Qingluo felt a gaze from above.

She looked up at the second floor and saw Jiang Yun standing in the hallway, wrapped in a black shawl.

The other’s expression was unreadable, and her gaze felt tangible.

Perhaps she was looking at her, or maybe something else.

And she seemed to be in a bad mood.

Zhu Qingluo felt a bit confused, hesitating whether to say hello.

The next moment, Jiang Yun turned and walked back into her room, and the hallway became dark again.

It was as if that brief, distant glance was just an illusion.

Zhu Qingluo calmly looked away, ignoring the chilling atmosphere around her. It was always like this in the house at night.

No wonder Jiang Yun didn’t like to come home.

She shook her head inwardly. But she had no choice right now, so she went back to her room.