After the Divorce, the Heiress Omega Regretted It - Chapter 10

Qin Yiwan realized something was wrong with her world when she celebrated her 15th birthday for the third time.

The first time, she had wished for both her moms to come home and have dinner with her—and miraculously, they did. They even brought the birthday gift she’d been secretly wanting. The happiness hit her like a wave, making her giddy all evening. Everything felt surreal, but in the best way possible. She wanted to share that feeling with Luo Yunye.

So she waited in her room, hoping Yunye would show up. But even as dawn broke, she never came.

The next day, Qin Yiwan woke up without suspecting anything and blissfully celebrated her 15th birthday again.

Then came the third time. It started off the same—she was ready to enjoy another perfect day. But while they were cutting the cake, Qin Rushuang suddenly said she was taking a slice upstairs for Yiyao.

Watching her mother carry the plate up to the second floor, Qin Yiwan suddenly felt the whole house collapsing around her. Everything seemed to fall apart—yet the people around her went on like nothing was wrong, calmly doing their own thing, as if none of this had anything to do with them.

She looked up and saw the chandelier above the living room crashing down toward her. Screaming, she crouched down and covered her head.

“No… this isn’t right. This isn’t right. It’s not!”

And then, inexplicably, the scene started rewinding, slowly returning to how it was.

Coming back to her senses, Qin Yiwan looked up and saw that Qin Rushuang had already reached the second floor, while Du Weimin was standing by with a smile, nibbling at her cake. She even reached out to help Qin Yiwan up, as though nothing unusual had happened at all.

But Qin Yiwan knew—she remembered clearly—she had already turned 15.

Sitting at the dining table, she stared at the ornate cake in front of her, the number “15” candles still flickering. She sat quietly, waiting for Luo Yunye. Surely she knew something. She had to.

The candle eventually burned out. The cake began to melt. The entire villa was silent. As her eyelids grew too heavy to keep open, she finally heard footsteps—those familiar ones.

When she saw the figure enter, she jumped up immediately and ran toward her, throwing her arms around her in a tight embrace.

Luo Yunye wasn’t prepared for the sudden hug and stumbled back two steps before regaining her balance. She had been tossing and turning all night, too restless to sleep. When she got to the villa, she hadn’t even hesitated before barging in. Seeing Qin Yiwan sitting quietly inside had finally calmed her down a little.

Now, with Qin Yiwan pressed tightly against her, her anxious heart began to settle.

“What’s wrong?”

Luo Yunye gently ruffled her hair, smiling.

Qin Yiwan didn’t say anything—just clung to her tightly, savoring the warmth of her body and the soft scent she always carried.

Luo Yunye followed her gaze to the table and noticed the birthday cake. She looked down at the girl in her arms and gave her a light pat on the back.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t know today was your birthday.”

Qin Yiwan leaned against her and said dreamily, “It’s okay. I’ve already celebrated my 15th birthday three times.”

She never wanted to turn 15 again.

Luo Yunye blinked at that. She gently pulled her back by the shoulders and bent slightly so they were eye to eye.

“What do you mean?”

So Qin Yiwan told her about the three birthdays she’d lived through. Then, at the end, she asked, “Did you know all along this world isn’t real?”

“Yeah,” Luo Yunye replied honestly. “This isn’t the real world. It’s your dream.”

She didn’t intend to keep it from her. Maybe knowing the truth would help Qin Yiwan wake up sooner.

“My dream?” Qin Yiwan repeated. She pinched herself hard, yelped at the pain, and stared at Luo Yunye with wide eyes. “Then why does it hurt?”

Luo Yunye didn’t have an answer. She pulled her to sit down on the couch. “Do you want to know what’s happening in the real world?”

Qin Yiwan kneeled on the couch, resting her hands on Luo Yunye’s legs and gazing up at her earnestly. “Yes.”

Luo Yunye poked her lightly between the brows and had her sit properly, then briefly explained what had happened: the car accident, the coma, and how she’d become a vegetable.

“So you’re saying… I lived until I was twenty-two, then got into an accident and became a vegetable?”

Luo Yunye pinched her stunned little face and nodded. “It’s okay. Once you wake up, everything will be fine.”

Qin Yiwan took a deep breath and needed a long moment to absorb that. Then she looked back at Luo Yunye.

“So… are you here to wake me up?”

At that, Luo Yunye hesitated.

“That’s what I came for… but now I’m not so sure how. It feels like… you don’t want to wake up.”

“I don’t want to?” Qin Yiwan asked in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I? If I wake up, I’ll be twenty-two. Then I can…”

She suddenly turned to look at Luo Yunye, who was quietly gazing back at her.

She could see her own reflection in those deep eyes.

Her heart started pounding. Her cheeks began to burn.

“Then you can do what?” Luo Yunye asked with a low laugh, her eyes sparkling like stars.

Qin Yiwan blinked, mind going blank. She didn’t know what to say.

Seeing her caught in awkward silence, Luo Yunye leaned back a bit, giving her a graceful out. “Then you can be my big sister?”

“Yeah,” Qin Yiwan replied quickly, going along with it. “You’ll have to call me ‘big sis.’”

She was just too adorable.

Luo Yunye chuckled. “Alright. Once you wake up, I’ll call you sis.”

That night, Qin Yiwan couldn’t sleep.

Luo Yunye lay flat on the couch without moving, quietly listening to the rustling sounds of Qin Yiwan turning over again and again.

By the thirty-second turn, Luo Yunye finally asked, “Am I keeping you up?”

“No,” Qin Yiwan said, wrapping herself in the blanket and sneaking a peek at her in the dark. “I’ll fall asleep soon.”

She was tired—really tired—but just couldn’t drift off. Her eyes blinked slowly, but they always found their way back to Luo Yunye.

She didn’t know what was happening to her. Her body felt… strange. Uncomfortably warm. She wanted to get closer to Luo Yunye, to be held by her.

A faint scent of jasmine began to permeate the room.

At first, Luo Yunye didn’t think much of it—maybe Qin Yiwan had lit a scented candle earlier. But the aroma only grew stronger and sweeter by the second.

Then she noticed Qin Yiwan curled up on the bed, squirming slightly, her breathing growing rapid.

Luo Yunye suddenly felt something wasn’t right. Her alpha instincts were starting to kick in—dangerously so. She found herself wanting to hold the source of that jasmine scent.

That’s when it hit her.

That wasn’t just any fragrance drifting through the air.

It was Qin Yiwan’s pheromones.

She was going into heat.

Luo Yunye shoved aside her own restlessness and immediately rushed over to Qin Yiwan, placing a hand on her forehead—it was burning hot. She quickly pulled back the blanket to help cool her down, then reached into the bottom drawer of the nightstand, remembering exactly where the suppressants were stored.

As soon as her cool hand touched her, Qin Yiwan opened her dazed eyes and looked at her. Mustering a bit of strength, she crawled into Luo Yunye’s lap and collapsed against her, arms wrapped weakly around her waist.

“Luo Yunye,” she said in a soft, pitiful voice, “am I sick? I feel awful.”

Looking at the fragile omega curled up in her lap, Luo Yunye couldn’t help but think—if this were the twenty-two-year-old Qin Yiwan, she could use her own pheromones to soothe her. They could even share an intimate night together like wives.

But right now, she is only fifteen.

There was absolutely no line they could—or should—cross.

“You’re not sick,” Luo Yunye said, frowning as she fought to suppress her alpha instincts. “You’re just going into heat.”

She answered as calmly as she could while tearing open the suppressant and injecting it gently into Qin Yiwan’s arm.

It stung like a tiny ant bite. The pain faded quickly, and soon, the burning heat in her body began to ebb away. The restlessness gradually lifted, like a storm passing.

Qin Yiwan lay weakly in her lap. Luo Yunye was wearing a long dress—thin fabric, slightly cool to the touch. It felt good against her face, soothing and comforting.

Luo Yunye let her stay there, gently patting her back like one would soothe a child. Only when her fever cooled and her breathing evened out did she carefully shift her onto the pillow and cover her with the blanket.

The scent of jasmine in the air slowly faded, but the frustration in Luo Yunye’s chest didn’t. She should’ve thought ahead and bought some alpha suppressants too. Then she wouldn’t be feeling like this now—tense and on edge.

She went to the bathroom, took a shower, and then soaked in the bathtub until there wasn’t the slightest trace of pheromone scent left on her. Only then did she finally step out.

It was Qin Yiwan’s first heat, so even the next day, she still felt fatigued and sluggish. She didn’t want to get up—just wanted to lie in bed.

Luo Yunye informed the butler, Mr. Mo, about her condition.

Startled, Butler Mo gave her a wide-eyed look of alarm. “You… the two of you…”

Luo Yunye knew what he was worried about. “I gave her a suppressant,” she said calmly.

Butler Mo breathed a heavy sigh of relief, but he still looked uneasy. “Given Miss Qin’s current state… it may not be appropriate for you to stay with her.”

She knew he was afraid she might do something irreversible.

Luo Yunye nodded. “I’ll stay outside. Let me know if anything comes up.”

******

Qin Yiwan didn’t know how long she had slept. The room was pitch black. She called out for Luo Yunye, but there was no response. Assuming she had left again, she groggily sat up and dragged herself downstairs in search of something to eat.

Mr. Mo saw her and rushed over. “Miss Qin, is there anything I can do for you?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Of course, Miss. Please go back and rest—Auntie will bring food to your room right away.”

Just as she turned around, she saw the study door open. Qin Rushuang was standing in the doorway, looking at her. “I heard from Butler Mo that you’ve entered your heat?”

“Yeah.”

Ever since realizing this world wasn’t real, Qin Yiwan had stopped expecting anything from this version of Qin Rushuang.

She couldn’t tell which was more real—the cold, distant one from her memories, or this version who now seemed to care. In her mind, maybe it was safer to believe both were fake.

“When did you get the suppressant?”

Qin Rushuang slowly walked over to her.

“After school, at the supermarket.”

Qin Yiwan watched her coldly, as if trying to see through this artificial version of her mother, eyes locked on her face.

“Alright,” Qin Rushuang said. “Rest at home for the next few days.”

“Okay.”

Qin Yiwan turned and walked back to her room without looking back.

Once inside, she leaned against the door and let out a long, quiet breath.

She told herself she didn’t care—but deep down, she still hoped Qin Rushuang would show concern for her. Even if it was just a passing remark, she wanted to hear it.

Later, when Auntie brought her food, Qin Yiwan ate quietly, then wanted to go downstairs for a walk. But Butler Mo stopped her, explaining that since she was still in heat and her pheromones were unstable, it would be dangerous to go out in case the suppressant wore off too soon.

She didn’t want to gamble with her own body, so she stayed and got some fresh air on the balcony instead.

Her thoughts drifted back to the night before—vague, fuzzy memories of clinging to Luo Yunye’s lap, wrapping her arms around her waist. Luo Yunye was so slim, but hugging her didn’t feel awkward at all. In fact, it was oddly comforting—like a cool, human-shaped pillow.

As Qin Yiwan recalled that scene, she couldn’t help but bite her fingers in embarrassment.

How could she be so forward, hugging an alpha like that?

Thankfully, Luo Yunye was a woman of integrity. Otherwise… she would’ve been doomed.

Just the thought made her shudder.

Then, she looked down—and there in the garden was Luo Yunye, standing and smiling up at her.

Their eyes met.

Qin Yiwan jumped, startled and flustered. Her heart raced wildly.

“You—you’re still here?”

Right after blurting it out, she realized her voice had been too loud. She quickly lowered it. “Didn’t you leave?”

“No,” Luo Yunye said, walking closer to the house and looking up at her. “Butler Mo said your condition is still unstable and wouldn’t let me stay with you. So I came outside instead. You look like you’re doing okay though—seem pretty energetic.”

So she had seen everything—from her pacing on the balcony to her biting her fingers in mortification.

Qin Yiwan’s heart was pounding faster than ever. She wanted to find a hole and crawl into it.

Thank goodness she hadn’t been talking to herself just now. That would’ve been unbearable.

“I’m fine,” she mumbled.

She pulled her hair forward to hide her flushed cheeks, leaned against the railing, and rested her head on her arms—burying her face completely.

“What about tonight?” she asked. “Where will you sleep?”

“I’ll find a hotel,” Luo Yunye said casually. “You get some rest. I’m heading out.”

“Wait—hold on!”

Qin Yiwan called after her. “Do you have any money?”

“Nope.”

“Then how are you supposed to stay at a hotel? Wait a second—I’ll bring you some.”

She ran back inside, grabbed her wallet, and rushed out to the balcony. Without hesitation, she tossed it down to her.

Luo Yunye caught it effortlessly and opened it. Inside was a thick wad of cash—more than enough.

Smiling, she held it up. “You gave me everything. What if you need money?”

Butler Mo will figure it out. Don’t worry—just use it.”

******

Now in her third year of middle school, Qin Yiwan could clearly feel how tight her time had become. After finishing homework for every subject, she barely had a moment to herself.

But no matter how busy she was, she still found little moments to daydream. She’d wonder what Luo Yunye was doing. Hadn’t they not seen each other in forever? Or… was it just yesterday? She missed her terribly.

Wang Lu had recently noticed something about Qin Yiwan. She was often spacing out, and sometimes she’d smile unconsciously, just like Wang Lu did when thinking about her.

She suspected Qin Yiwan might be in love. And given that Luo Yunyi had been the one by her side for the past three years, she couldn’t help but ask:

“Wanwan, be honest. Do you have a thing for Luo Yunyi?”

“Huh? Luo Yunyi?” Qin Yiwan chuckled lightly. “No, she’s just a friend.”

“Then who do you like? Do I know them?”

“You don’t,” Qin Yiwan said, her face lighting up at the mere thought. “But she’s amazing.”

She really, really wanted to grow up fast—so she could marry Luo Yunye and be her wife.