After Accidentally Marking My Stepsister's White Moonlight (GL, ABO) - Chapter 9

Although they were supposed to go for the premarital checkup, Ye Wenjin realized there might not be enough time since she had an extracurricular practical class in the afternoon.

Gradually calming down, she thought it through carefully.

Premarital checkups involved quite a few items, each requiring a significant amount of time. Calculating it all, she feared they wouldn’t be able to accomplish anything today.

At this thought, Ye Wenjin felt a pang of disappointment again. After hesitating for a couple of seconds, she finally said, “Sis, I have a practical class at two in the afternoon that I can’t miss. As for the checkup… we might not have enough time.”

Jian Mo didn’t respond immediately, seemingly deep in thought. Ye Wenjin didn’t disturb her and quietly waited for an answer.

“We’ll make it. Don’t worry.”

Her voice carried a soothing tone, inexplicably reassuring.

Ye Wenjin didn’t quite understand, but she trusted Jian Mo.

It wasn’t until they arrived at the hospital and saw the director personally coming to greet Jian Mo that everything clicked into place.

They really would make it.

This hospital seemed to have Jian Mo’s investment—no wonder she said they’d have enough time.

There was no need for an appointment; just a word from her and they could proceed with the checkup.

Ye Wenjin was momentarily stunned, realizing just how limited her own experience was.

Perhaps Jian Mo was the very definition of privilege.

So, dazed, she followed behind Jian Mo as they went through each examination.

Watching her back, for a fleeting moment, Ye Wenjin thought she caught a glimpse of her mother in Jian Mo.

But she knew very well—Ye Shuyao had never treated her that well.

When she was little, it had been somewhat better. Though Ye Shuyao found it bothersome, she would still take her along—those were the rare moments Ye Wenjin felt maternal love.

But as she grew older, her mother’s concern dwindled. Ye Shuyao had too many of her own affairs to attend to, leaving no time to care for her daughter. So, Ye Wenjin had no choice but to learn to take care of herself.

Being sick wasn’t a big deal. Going to the hospital alone wasn’t a big deal either.

After all, practice makes perfect. If she wasn’t familiar with it at first, a few more visits would change that.

But at this moment, she actually felt… warmth from Jian Mo.

It suddenly dawned on Ye Wenjin—what she sensed from Jian Mo was probably the same feeling she had when Ye Shuyao still showed her occasional love.

Back then, Ye Shuyao had given her warmth—it was just that it had disappeared over time.

Unconsciously, Ye Wenjin slowed her steps, her gaze fixed on Jian Mo walking ahead.

She vaguely remembered a time when she had a fever as a child. But Ye Shuyao had just entered the Yin family and was fully focused on winning Yin Yu’s favor. The timing of her fever couldn’t have been worse.

Yin Yu was attending a banquet, and Ye Shuyao was supposed to accompany her—after all, at such events, she could mingle with wealthy socialites, befriend them, and blend into their circles, as if that could mask her less-than-ideal background.

But then Ye Wenjin suddenly fell ill.

Yin Yu, heading to the banquet, couldn’t be bothered with her stepdaughter. In her eyes, since Ye Shuyao had brought her along, she was responsible for her.

So Ye Shuyao stayed behind—but reluctantly. Even when Ye Wenjin, delirious with fever, instinctively sought comfort from her mother, all she got was an impatient, dismissive remark.

“Be good, Xiao Jin. Just endure it.”

Lying on the hospital bed, Ye Wenjin saw the impatience and irritation in Ye Shuyao’s eyes.

She was blaming her for falling ill at such an inconvenient time, costing her the chance to attend the banquet.

Even though she hadn’t gotten sick on purpose.

Ye Wenjin was still young back then. She was afraid Ye Shuyao would stop loving her, so even when she felt unwell, she kept quiet.

It wasn’t until the doctor came and checked her that they realized her fever hadn’t gone down—she was practically burning up.

Ye Shuyao was scolded by the frustrated doctor, which only made her even more displeased.

Ye Wenjin could sense it—Ye Shuyao was starting to see her as a burden.

After that, though her fever subsided, Ye Shuyao’s attitude at the time remained a thorn in her heart.

Ye Wenjin learned to stop relying on others, afraid of being seen as a nuisance or facing impatient looks.

But with Jian Mo, she hadn’t even noticed—those thoughts never surfaced.

Perhaps it was because Jian Mo’s attitude was so natural that she didn’t even realize it.

Yet, when it came down to it, they were practically strangers, but…

Somewhere deep inside, a warmth spread through her, heating her entire body until she felt cozy all over.

Ye Wenjin was a little dazed, lagging a few steps behind, not even noticing when Jian Mo stopped and walked back to her.

“How can you space out while walking?”

Ye Wenjin snapped back to reality, opening her mouth to apologize, but before she could, Jian Mo reached out a hand to her.

With calm, earnest eyes, Jian Mo asked, “Want to hold hands?”

Ye Wenjin froze.

Could… could they?

She gulped, hesitating for a long time before finally trembling as she stretched out her hand—wanting to but not daring to.

Seeing her hesitation, Jian Mo sighed softly and took her hand first. “Stop spacing out. Don’t you have things to do this afternoon? Let’s go.”

Her brain short-circuited.

Ye Wenjin stared blankly at their joined hands, then after a moment, secretly tightened her grip.

Only the tips of her ears, hidden beneath her hair, turned faintly red.

Sister’s hand was so warm, so fair, so slender.

The most beautiful hand!

And sister was the gentlest person too!