After Accidentally Marking My Stepsister's White Moonlight (GL, ABO) - Chapter 11

On the way back, Ye Wenjin felt an inexplicable discomfort in her heart. Perhaps it was because she had suffered too much in the Yin family, to the point where just the thought of going there would trigger this unease, making her instinctively resistant.

She truly didn’t want to return to the Yin household, didn’t want to see anyone there ever again.

But… this time, she had to go back. Maybe it would be her last visit.

Once she retrieved what belonged to her, she would leave and never return.

The scenery outside the car window blurred past as time passed. The closer they got to their destination, the heavier the weight in Ye Wenjin’s chest became. Unbidden memories surfaced in her mind, casting a complicated shadow in her eyes.

Just then, a faint scent of winter plum drifted into her senses. The fragrance carried a trace of chill, instantly sharpening her thoughts. Realizing what it was, she turned her head abruptly, staring at Jian Mo beside her in shock.

This winter plum scent—she knew exactly who it belonged to. But this shouldn’t be happening.

Omegas usually wore scent-blocking patches when going out—a protective measure to prevent their pheromones from leaking and attracting Alphas who might lose control under their influence.

The patches effectively suppressed pheromone emissions, allowing Omegas to live more freely.

But there was one scenario that could cause pheromones to leak—heat.

Apart from that, Omegas could also consciously release their pheromones.

Yet no matter how she thought about it, Ye Wenjin couldn’t believe Jian Mo would do so voluntarily. It made no sense. So then…

A possibility crossed her mind, and suddenly, she grew tense. She tilted her head slightly, stealing another glance at Jian Mo.

But the other woman appeared completely at ease, as if unaware of the pheromone leakage.

Ye Wenjin hesitated again, wondering if the winter plum scent had been her imagination. But when she inhaled once more, the fragrance was still there.

It was so familiar—she was absolutely certain it was Jian Mo’s. But…

Noticing Jian Mo’s calm expression, Ye Wenjin grew conflicted, unsure whether to remind her about the pheromones.

If it wasn’t intentional, and she wasn’t in heat… had she forgotten to wear a scent-blocking patch?

Lost in thought, Ye Wenjin’s gaze unconsciously drifted toward the other woman’s fair, slender neck.

But Jian Mo’s long hair cascaded down, perfectly obscuring the nape of her neck—that secret, alluring spot.

Naturally, there was no way to tell if she was wearing a patch.

Ye Wenjin froze for a moment, then, realizing how intrusive her stare had been, quickly averted her eyes. But just then, Jian Mo turned to look at her, clear eyes filled with mild confusion before she asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Ye Wenjin’s face flushed red with panic.

How could she possibly say it?

Your pheromones seem to be leaking a little, and I was trying to see if you had a scent-blocking patch on your neck?

Wasn’t that basically sexual harassment?!

Her face burned with heat, as if it might explode at any moment.

She waved her hands hurriedly. “N-Nothing! I’m fine. I wasn’t thinking about anything. I definitely wasn’t trying to look at your neck or your scent gland—I mean, I wasn’t—I just—”

The more she spoke, the more tangled her words became. After a beat, she abruptly fell silent, her expression blank, as if her soul had already left her body.

Her eyes were hollow, staring into space as if she had departed this world long ago.

The car was utterly silent. No one spoke.

The driver kept his eyes strictly on the road, his face solemn as if he hadn’t heard Ye Wenjin’s words at all.

Yet no matter how much she tried to deceive herself, a trace of panic still flickered in her eyes.

After all, this was the first time in her career she had encountered something so… thrilling.

How novel! Someone actually dared to harass CEO Jian!

The driver instinctively feared Jian Mo’s anger. Though she knew this young lady had an unusual relationship with the big boss… what if?

And now that she had witnessed this scene, there was no guarantee her job wouldn’t be on the line. It was only natural to panic.

Worried deep down but not daring to show it, the driver softened her breathing and drove with extra caution.

As a result, the atmosphere in the car grew even more stifling.

At this moment, Ye Wenjin was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of social mortification.

A person could die, but not from social death.

Ye Wenjin slowly closed her eyes, accepting the fact that she had misspoken, and decisively bowed her head in apology. “I’m sorry, Sister. I was wrong.”

Since the fact of her social demise couldn’t be changed, at the very least, she had to apologize for her careless words—even if the other party might not accept it.

Her heart in turmoil, Ye Wenjin began to spiral into anxious thoughts.

She didn’t know why those words had slipped out without thinking. Initially, she had only been worried that Jian Mo had forgotten to use a scent patch. But in her attempt to explain, she had blurted out something completely inappropriate. Anyone hearing it would think she was some kind of pervert.

Ye Wenjin desperately wanted to clarify that she wasn’t a creep, but against the backdrop of her earlier indecent remark, any explanation now would sound feeble.

So her first instinct was to apologize quickly—firmly and succinctly—afraid that any further elaboration would only dig her deeper into the hole.

With her head lowered, she couldn’t see Jian Mo’s expression, and the longer the silence stretched, the more agonizing the wait became.

Then…

A pale hand reached over, gently touching her chin and lifting her bowed head.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t look. After we finish our business, I’ll let you see.”

For a moment, Ye Wenjin thought she had misheard. Stunned, she stared at Jian Mo’s composed face.

The other woman didn’t seem angry. Despite such an outrageous provocation, not only was she unbothered, she had even agreed to show her the gland?!

But that was way too intimate!!!

Why would she agree? Was this an auditory hallucination? Did that mean her subconscious harbored such shameless thoughts?

Ye Wenjin’s breath hitched, certain she was doomed.

Yet Jian Mo’s fingers trailed lightly from her chin upward, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

As she withdrew her hand, Ye Wenjin heard her say, “We’re almost there.”

Instinctively, she glanced out the window. The scenery was indeed familiar—they were truly arriving.

Her turbulent emotions settled abruptly, and she pushed down her confusion and shock with a quiet “Mm,” her gaze growing distant.

This time, it shouldn’t be so bad. After all, it was Monday.

Going by the usual schedule, Yin Yu would still be at the company, and Yin Feifei would be at school. So… the villa should only have Ye Shuyao inside.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Wenjin rolled down the window as the security guard moved to stop the car for questioning, intending to explain.

But then she noticed the guard’s wary expression shift abruptly into one of shock, followed by a hasty, deferential opening of the gate.

Ye Wenjin had enough self-awareness to know this wasn’t because of her. Her eyes instinctively turned toward Jian Mo.

Jian Mo didn’t offer an explanation, only giving her a look that seemed to say, “Don’t worry.”

So Ye Wenjin didn’t ask further and obediently rolled up the car window.

Naturally, Ye Wenjin didn’t see the security guard wiping sweat off their brow as they watched the car drive away, muttering under their breath.

“How strange… Why would President Jian show up here, and with that little girl from the Yin family, no less?”

The guard sensed there was some juicy gossip but didn’t dare pry further.

After all, this villa district was developed by Jian Group’s real estate division, and naturally, their property management services came with it.

From the very first day on the job, their supervisor had drilled into them who the boss was and which important figures they should always keep an eye out for.

At the very least, they had to make sure they never forgot who owned this villa district.

That’s why the guard had been so shocked to see Jian Mo.

But what stunned them even more was Ye Wenjin—how could she be riding in the same car as the big boss?

Thinking about Ye Wenjin’s tragic past and comparing it to now…

Though they didn’t know the full story, maybe she was finally about to live a better life.

The guard sighed inwardly, suddenly curious—if the Yin family found out the girl had ties to the big boss, would they regret how they’d treated her?

But that had nothing to do with them, so after a few silent musings, the guard quickly put the matter out of mind.

Meanwhile, Ye Wenjin, without Jian Mo accompanying her, now stood at the Yin family’s doorstep, waiting for a servant to open the door.

The door soon swung open, but the servant’s expression turned startled upon seeing Ye Wenjin—clearly, they hadn’t expected her to return.

The servant seemed about to say something, but Ye Wenjin ignored them and strode inside. “I’m here to collect my things.”

She didn’t specify what she was taking, but the servant sensed something was off and tried to stop her.

“Miss Ye, Madam will be back soon. Why not wait for her? She’s missed you terribly these past few days.”

Ye Wenjin’s gaze was indifferent as she stepped past them.

The servant gritted their teeth, knowing that if they failed to stop Ye Wenjin now, they’d face punishment once the family returned and learned she had come and gone.

After some hesitation, the servant hurried off to notify Madam, who was out getting a facial, to return immediately.

Ye Wenjin paid them no mind, nor did she want to waste time. Fortunately, she didn’t own much.

The small room laid bare everything she possessed.

Her eyes swept over every inch of the space, her expression unmoved—if anything, there was relief in her gaze, the kind that came with finally being able to leave.

As a child, she had often dreamed of escaping. Peering out that tiny window, she could imagine how free the world beyond must be—vast and full of possibilities, a distant place she yearned for.

But she could never leave, always held back by one reason or another.

Now, at last, she could walk away without hesitation. There was no nostalgia in her heart—only joy.

Her belongings were few, so packing was quick.

After living here for years, all that truly belonged to her fit into one suitcase and a tote bag.

None of the items that Ye Shuyao had given her—cast-offs that originally belonged to Yin Feifei—were taken with her.

Ye Wenjin gazed at the luggage with a complicated expression for a brief moment before zipping up the suitcase and leaving the room without a backward glance.

Her room was relatively secluded, requiring a bit of a walk to reach the first floor.

Along the way, more than one or two waves of servants had approached to persuade her not to leave.

Expressionless, Ye Wenjin only said, “Before coming here, I already made arrangements with a friend. If I don’t walk out within an hour, she’ll call the police and report you for unlawful confinement. Don’t forget—I’m not a member of the Yin family.”

The servants were frightened by her words and no longer dared to stop her, though their anxiety only grew.

Ye Wenjin paid no attention to what they were thinking and simply carried her things downstairs.

As she descended the final step, she looked up and saw Ye Shuyao hurrying toward her.

She had just returned from outside, likely in the middle of some beauty treatment, and had rushed back upon receiving the news—so hastily that she hadn’t even put on makeup.

Ye Wenjin couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Ye Shuyao without makeup.

It seemed that ever since entering the Yin household, the woman in her memories had always worn meticulously applied cosmetics, never skipping even on days spent resting at home.

As if, deep down, she believed she had to be flawlessly polished to deserve her surroundings.

Perhaps it had started as insecurity, leading her to don a mask—but over time, the mask had fused to her skin, becoming second nature.

Seeing her now, so bare-faced, Ye Wenjin couldn’t help but feel momentarily dazed.

Yet the other woman’s shrill, piercing shriek shattered that trance.

“What are you doing with that suitcase, A-Jin?!” she cried.

Ye Wenjin had hoped to avoid this confrontation, but it seemed inevitable.

With an inward sigh, she met Ye Shuyao’s gaze calmly.

“I’m leaving,” she said simply.

For a moment, Ye Shuyao was seized by overwhelming panic. She took several frantic steps forward, her face twisting with urgency.

“Leaving? Where? No—no matter where, I won’t allow it!”

Ye Wenjin remained impassive. “I’m just leaving a place that was never mine. You should be happy—after all, with me gone, you’ll no longer have a burden to drag you down. Isn’t that right?”

Ye Shuyao’s expression flickered with distress, but she reflexively denied it. “No! That’s not true! I’ve never seen you as a burden! A-Jin, how could you think that of me? I’m your mother!”

Ye Wenjin watched her silently, and the longer the quiet stretched, the more Ye Shuyao’s panic swelled. Desperate to say something—anything—to stop her, she blurted out,

“You can’t leave! The arranged marriage hasn’t been settled yet—where do you think you’re going?! Don’t forget who paid for your education!

A-Jin, is this how you repay your mother? Your birth mother abandoned you—I was the one who brought you into the Yin family! I was the one who worked hard to raise you!”

As she spoke, she called for the servants to restrain Ye Wenjin and prevent her from leaving.

The servants hesitated, reluctant to act, but they still blocked Ye Wenjin’s path.

With so many people surrounding them, Ye Shuyao must have felt reassured—Ye Wenjin wouldn’t leave. She couldn’t go anywhere.

Even now, she was still resentful. Back when Ye Wenjin wanted to go to school, perhaps she shouldn’t have allowed it. Now her heart had grown wild, and she no longer listened to her.

Ye Shuyao was furious, angered by Ye Wenjin’s rebellion, enraged by her lack of control.

Yet when she saw Ye Wenjin’s calm face and eyes devoid of even the slightest ripple, overwhelming panic swept through her.

It was so unfamiliar—that wasn’t Ye Wenjin.

Her Xiao Jin shouldn’t look at her with such eyes. Ye Shuyao became even more convinced that Ye Wenjin had been corrupted, and so she urged the servants more fiercely to act, intending to lock her up as before.

But suddenly, the door was violently forced open, and a group of people rushed in, restraining the servants.

Ye Shuyao screamed in shock, terrified by these uninvited guests.

Then she saw a woman walking slowly toward her—a face that seemed vaguely familiar.

Ye Shuyao hazily recalled that she had indeed seen this woman before, but there had been an insurmountable gap between them.

At the banquet hosted by the Lin family, the woman had appeared under the spotlight, surrounded by crowds, a distinguished guest the Lins had gone to great lengths to invite.

They could only watch her from afar amidst the throng, without even the right to approach and speak.

But why was she here?

Ye Shuyao was even more bewildered.

“Xiao Jin, come here.”

The woman spoke.

And then she saw her daughter—Ye Wenjin—quickly walk to the woman’s side, her face tinged with guilt as she whispered something.

Yet the woman smiled faintly, her expression almost tender, as if she could embrace all of her.

Ye Shuyao watched in stunned silence, helpless as the other woman took Ye Wenjin away, farther and farther from her, until she disappeared without a trace.

Her heart suddenly felt hollow.