After the Divorce, the Heiress Omega Regretted It - Chapter 18

Every night, Luo Yunye still fell asleep holding Qin Yiwan’s hand, slipping into her dreams to see what she was up to. But disappointingly, she had only ever seen Qin Yiwan’s primary personality—not her A’wan.

Luo Yunye found Qin Yiwan’s daily life… dull.

Each morning, Yiwan left home for school, attended her classes, and then grabbed lunch. She used to let Luo Yunyi tag along, but at some point—who knew why—she started turning her away.

So Luo Yunye trailed her from a distance, watching as Yiwan dined alone in the campus cafeteria, then headed to the library.

The university’s library was vast, packed with books, and bustling at noon.

As soon as Qin Yiwan walked in, the quiet atmosphere subtly shifted, like a lotus blooming in a koi pond, catching the attention of all the fish and sending ripples through the water.

Yiwan had long since grown used to the stares. She didn’t care and didn’t let them distract her—walking calmly up to the second floor.

She spotted an empty seat near the window in a corner, set down her bag, and walked off to pick out a book.

With her beauty and prestigious background, Qin Yiwan was a figure of envy. Even students from other years knew who she was. Plenty of eyes were sneaking glances at her from the shadows.

Luo Yunye assumed she was just another face in the crowd—not someone Yiwan would notice.

Pretending to browse, she walked down the aisle across from Yiwan. Just as she reached for a book, Qin Yiwan did the same.

They both froze as they felt the subtle tug from the other side.

Luo Yunye hadn’t actually wanted the book, so she let go first.

As the book was slowly pulled from the shelf, Yiwan’s elegant face came into view through the gap. Their eyes met, and Luo Yunye felt oddly caught in the act. Still, her face remained composed as she quietly looked at Qin Yiwan.

Yiwan’s expression was unreadable, her eyes cool and clear. She assumed Luo Yunye really wanted the book and slid it back in, pushing it gently toward her.

Luo Yunye took the book, then walked around to Yiwan’s side.

Her presence had drawn even more students to that section. Navigating through the crowd, she saw Yiwan craning her neck to reach a book on the top shelf.

Just as Yiwan stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand, Luo Yunye stepped up behind her and pulled the book down.

The people nearby couldn’t help sneaking glances at them.

Yiwan hadn’t expected the book to disappear right before her eyes. The hand that grabbed it was pale and slender, fingers long and defined. It passed in front of her, and the person behind her was standing close—so close she could feel their breath tickling the top of her head.

The sensation made her uncomfortable. Yiwan didn’t like being disturbed. She froze, refusing to turn around.

“Which one would you like to read, Sister?”

Luo Yunye held both books out to her. Yiwan finally turned, her brows faintly furrowed. “Thank you, but no.”

She declined politely and turned to leave. The students in the aisle instinctively stepped aside, their gazes flickering between the two girls.

Luo Yunye smiled slightly and followed, sitting down across from Yiwan with the two books in hand.

Seeing her take a seat, Yiwan picked up her bag, preparing to leave.

Luo Yunye spoke up, “Sister, my name is Luo Yunye. It’s nice to meet you.”

Hearing that name, Qin Yiwan froze and turned to look at her, eyes filled with surprise.

She had never seen Luo Yunye before—and if she had imagined her, her features wouldn’t be this vivid. The girl in front of her had a stunningly delicate face, especially those fox-like eyes. When she smiled, they shimmered like stars.

Luo Yunye saw her reaction and knew the name had sparked her curiosity. She gently slid one of the books across the table and smiled. “Would you like to read this one, Sister?”

People were still watching. Qin Yiwan hesitated but ultimately sat back down. She took the book, opened it, but didn’t read. Instead, she pulled out a notebook and pen, scribbled something inside, and slid it over.

Luo Yunye picked it up and saw neat, elegant handwriting:

“Who are you really?”

Luo Yunye wrote back, her pen flowing freely with the same unrestrained grace as her personality:

“It’s natural to doubt me since we’ve never met, but technically, we’re already married. You can call me… wifey~”

She handed the notebook back, leaning her chin on one hand, spinning the pen with the other, eyes twinkling mischievously as she waited for Yiwan’s reaction.

Sure enough, Yiwan looked up sharply, as if struggling to believe this was just a dream.

“Come with me.”

Yiwan led her out of the library, Luo Yunye following calmly under the curious gazes of their onlookers. Halfway there, they ran into Luo Yunyi. Yiwan remembered the two shared a surname and asked if she knew Luo Yunye.

Luo Yunyi’s expression shifted for a brief moment, but she quickly answered, “No.”

Yiwan could tell she was lying just from her face, but she didn’t push. She made up an excuse and took Luo Yunye with her.

The two of them wandered aimlessly through the campus. People glanced their way, but Yiwan ignored them all.

Her usually calm heart felt strangely unsettled. A low hum of irritation tugged at her brows.

At the lakeside, she finally turned to face Luo Yunye. “Are you something I imagined? Or… is this really what you look like?”

Instead of answering, Luo Yunye stepped closer and met her eyes. “Look carefully, Sister. That way, when you see me again after you wake up, I won’t feel like a stranger.”

She stood so close, but her natural aura of dominance didn’t unnerve Yiwan.

Yiwan calmly studied her exquisite face, committing every detail to memory. Then, with a soft push to her shoulder, she made Luo Yunye step back.

She still didn’t believe this was Luo Yunye’s real appearance. Her conclusion?

“You must be whispering in my ear every day. That’s why I dream about you.”

Luo Yunye didn’t explain she could actually enter her dreams—what Yiwan saw now was the real her.

“Then it must be because Sister thinks about me during the day. That’s why I appear in your dreams at night.”

“I don’t,” Yiwan denied instinctively. “I don’t think about you.”

How could she think about someone she’d never even met?

Yiwan had long decided not to care for anyone again. Her world was meant to be solitary—and that was fine. As long as she didn’t give up on herself, no one else could abandon her either.

Luo Yunye didn’t argue further, only asked, “Do you remember anything strange the day of your accident?”

Yiwan gave her a suspicious look. “Why are you asking that?”

“To help you find the truth.”

“What truth?”

Luo Yunye arched a brow. “You don’t seriously think your accident was just an accident, do you?”

It… wasn’t?

Yiwan stood frozen, as if struck in the head, the light in her eyes flickering.

She remembered both her mothers saying it was a tragic accident—the driver had died on the scene.

But if it wasn’t an accident…

Who would want her dead?

She thought of how she’d just taken over the billion-dollar Yunding Bell Tower and felt a chill. If she died, the biggest beneficiary would be Qin Rushuang.

The two had lived under the same roof like strangers for years. Their bond had long worn thin. And if Rushuang was willing to kill for Yunding…

Yiwan tried to tell herself not to care—but her heart ached anyway. Because she did think Rushuang was capable of that.

Back when she was young, Rushuang had frozen her eggs (reproductive) and often said, “If you ever lose your value, I can always have another child.”

Yiwan had worked hard to become useful, to avoid being cast aside. But now, even her success had become a threat—enough to warrant her death?

Seeing the sadness in her eyes, Luo Yunye gently grabbed her arm. “Don’t jump to conclusions before the truth is clear. Don’t hurt yourself with guesses.”

“But pretending it didn’t happen doesn’t mean it didn’t,” Yiwan said quietly, pulling her arm away and walking ahead.

Luo Yunye caught up, walking beside her. “Will you tell me what you’re thinking? I’ll investigate.”

“How?” Yiwan stopped. “If she made sure the driver died, she definitely covered all her tracks. Even the police dropped the case. What could you find?”

“And what if I do find something?” Luo Yunye stepped closer, voice low. “What will you give me as a reward, Sister?”

Yiwan met her gaze. Her eyes shimmered, but she remained firm. “If you can find the truth, I’ll agree to one request.”

Luo Yunye smiled, lowering her head. “Anything?”

Yiwan’s heart skipped, and she quickly turned away. “Except physical stuff.”

Seeing her shy reaction, Luo Yunye couldn’t help thinking of her Awan. She reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind Yiwan’s ear, murmuring, “Your ears are so red, Sister.”

Yiwan slapped her hand away and stormed off.

Luo Yunye chuckled, clearly teasing on purpose. She called out behind her, “Sister, you look so cute when you’re shy!”

Qin Yiwan had never cared about others’ opinions before, but now—she could feel the stares, see the heat rising in their gazes.

She felt like a fish on a sizzling pan—heart racing, cheeks burning. She wanted to crawl into a hole and cool down.

She had never been in a situation like this before. Her instincts screamed at her to run.

Then she remembered—it was just a dream.

If this was her dream, then she could change it. She rewound the moment. This time, when Luo Yunye reached to brush back her hair, she raised a hand to block her.

Yet Luo Yunye still said it: “Sister, your ears are so red.”

Flustered, Yiwan blurted, “You’re imagining things.”

She turned to leave, and Luo Yunye’s soft laugh followed.

As soon as she heard the word “Sister” again, Yiwan reflexively turned and slapped a hand over Luo Yunye’s mouth.

Caught off guard, Luo Yunye stumbled, instinctively wrapping an arm around Yiwan’s waist. Her back hit a tree, and Yiwan fell into her arms.

Yiwan’s heart thudded wildly. The seasons seemed to shift around them in a blur.

As she struggled to pull away, Luo Yunye held her close, shielding her face. “Don’t move—someone’s coming.”

Yiwan, wary of being seen hugging an Alpha in public, stayed frozen in her arms.

She could hear the pounding heartbeat—hers? Luo Yunye’s? She couldn’t tell.

After a while, when the voices faded, she asked softly, “Are they gone?”

“They’re gone,” Luo Yunye whispered.

Qin Yiwan’s mood had calmed considerably, and her tone returned to its usual cool detachment.
“Then why are you still holding onto me?”

Luo Yunye finally let her go, and after catching a glimpse of her still-flushed cheeks and the scenery around them, she sighed dramatically.
“That was quite the scene just now—four seasons flashing by in an instant. I almost thought we were going to grow old together, right here.”

Qin Yiwan let out a long breath. She didn’t want to struggle anymore—she was afraid of somehow making things even more absurd.

Still, did she actually like this kind of alpha?

Otherwise, why would the Luo Yunye in her dream be like this?

As soon as that thought surfaced, she shook her head, dismissing it.

It must be because she’d been alone for too long. That’s all. She just wanted someone by her side to bring a little change to the monotony.

Because she’d dreamed of Luo Yunye the night before, she found herself paying closer attention to what Luo Yunye said throughout the day.

“Jiejie, I’m going to help you wipe down your body now.”

Sure enough, as soon as Luo Yunye spoke, the lines on the monitor flared with chaotic waves—Qin Yiwan was clearly flustered, still uncomfortable with the idea of someone cleaning her like this.

Luo Yunye leaned close to her ear, coaxing gently,
“Don’t worry. I’m wearing gloves. I won’t touch you inappropriately.”

Her words didn’t do much to ease Qin Yiwan’s tension. Instead, the scent on Luo Yunye’s body reminded her of the fragrance she’d smelled in last night’s dream—it was exactly the same.

For a moment, her thoughts were in disarray. By the time she came to, the warm towel was already sliding from the nape of her neck downward.

Every time this happened, she desperately wanted to wake up—anything to regain her autonomy.

She tried to shut out her feelings, not wanting Luo Yunye to sense her discomfort. Fortunately, Luo Yunye didn’t say a word during the process. She quietly finished wiping her down and dressed her again.

Qin Yiwan finally exhaled in relief. She heard Luo Yunye walk into the bathroom, where the sound of running water soon followed. A while later, her footsteps returned, and that soft voice whispered by her ear,
“Jiejie, doesn’t it feel much better after being cleaned?”

Her emotions, which had just settled, were thrown into chaos again. But she comforted herself—if she didn’t feel awkward, no one else would.

Luo Yunye glanced at the monitor, watching the fluctuating lines slowly calm. Smiling, she reached out and gently touched Qin Yiwan’s face.
“I’m heading out for a bit. I might be back late.”

She had originally wanted to leave a kiss on her forehead but worried it might make her uncomfortable. In the end, she decided against it and quietly left after tidying up.

Luo Yunye was going to find the family of the driver who caused the accident—to get the truth for Qin Yiwan.

Just after she left, Du Weimin entered the room. One glance at the monitor told her Qin Yiwan had regained awareness.

She sat by the bed, gently holding Qin Yiwan’s hand.
“Wan’er, can you hear me?”

It had been so long since she last heard Du Weimin’s voice that it took Qin Yiwan a moment to recognize it.

Their family relationships had always been… strange. Her two mothers weren’t like wives—they were more like superior and subordinate. As for mother and daughter, it felt more like two bl00d-related strangers awkwardly pushed together.

Qin Rushuang’s attitude toward her largely dictated Du Weimin’s attitude. Even as her biological daughter, in front of her wife, Du Weimin treated her like a distant acquaintance—always maintaining that polite but cold distance.

Qin Yiwan had long grown used to their indifference—and had learned to give it right back.

So when Du Weimin spoke, she didn’t react at all.

Since she became comatose, Qin Rushuang rarely visited. Du Weimin, on the other hand, would sometimes drop by to talk. But the topic always revolved around Qin Rushuang—how busy she was, how she had no time, and how she still cared deep down.

Qin Yiwan had heard that same excuse at least five hundred times since childhood. She knew exactly what Du Weimin was going to say next.

Sure enough, Du Weimin said,
“While you’ve been unconscious, your mother has been running herself ragged. She just hasn’t had time to come see you. Once she’s free, she’ll come keep you company. She really does care about you—she just doesn’t know how to show it.”

Qin Yiwan felt nothing. She’d already seen clearly what kind of person Qin Rushuang was. No one needed to smooth things over on her behalf.

“Don’t blame her,” Du Weimin said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, sounding helpless.
“She’s carrying the whole Qin family on her own. Sometimes, things just aren’t up to her.”

“Oh right—Yunyi wanted to come see you earlier. But your mother’s still upset over the marriage swap and refused to let her into the house. I thought… well, you two grew up together, and it’s obvious she still cares about you. So I brought her here. Having someone to talk to might cheer you up.”

With that, Du Weimin left the room. From the second floor, she beckoned to Luo Yunyi, who was hiding in a corner downstairs.

Luo Yunyi’s face lit up. She tiptoed up the stairs quickly.

“Wan’er is inside, waiting for you. Go on in.”

“Thank you, Auntie Du.”

Luo Yunyi gently closed the door behind her. As soon as she saw Qin Yiwan lying in bed, her eyes turned red. She rushed over, took her hand, and pressed it against her cheek, eyes glistening with tears.

“Wanwan, I finally get to see you. It wasn’t my idea for Yunye to marry into the Qin family—it was my parents’. I’m sorry. I should’ve stood up for you.”

As she spoke, she wiped her tears and took a shaky breath.
“Is Yunye treating you well? She lived with her mom before and isn’t really good at taking care of people. You’ve lost so much weight…”

Back when Qin Yiwan had just fallen into a coma, the person she’d wanted to see the most was Luo Yunyi. They’d grown up together. She always thought Luo Yunyi would be the one to stay by her side forever. And Luo Yunye had always seemed genuinely fond of her, too.

She never expected the Luo family to bring in a complete stranger to marry her in Luo Yunyi’s place after she became comatose.

Luo Yunyi said it was her parents’ decision. But they were all adults. If she truly wanted to stay by her side, how could she let her own sister take her place?

At the end of the day, she was afraid Qin Yiwan would never wake up. She didn’t want to spend her life tied to a vegetable.

That kind of self-preserving instinct… Qin Yiwan didn’t blame her. But she also no longer believed in her feelings the way she once had.

She listened quietly as Luo Yunyi spoke of how much she missed her, even reciting little poems she’d written. Her heart stayed calm. If anything, she just wished she’d stop talking so she could rest.

Meanwhile, Luo Yunye had just reached the edge of the slums when her phone rang—Butler Lin told her Du Weimin had brought Luo Yunyi into Qin Yiwan’s room.

Luo Yunye immediately turned the car around.

For the first time, she felt grateful that Qin Rushuang had insisted no visitors be allowed before.

Because right now, Qin Yiwan couldn’t move. If Luo Yunyi did anything to her, she couldn’t fight back.

Her heart pounded with anxiety as she sped down an alternate route with no traffic lights. When she got home, she saw Luo Yunyi coming down the stairs.

Seeing Luo Yunye rush in like a storm, eyes blazing like a lion eyeing prey, Luo Yunyi panicked.
“Yunye, don’t misunderstand—I just wanted to see Wanwan. That’s all.”

But Luo Yunye strode up, dragged her off the stairs, and shoved her to the ground. Squatting down, she grabbed her chin, her voice low and sharp as she patted her face.
“You’d better not have done anything. Or I’ll make you regret ever stepping foot in this house.”

“Luo Yunye!”

Du Weimin’s voice rang out from upstairs, furious.
“Even if they’ve broken off their engagement, Yunyi and Wan’er are still friends. Maybe talking to her will help Wan’er wake up. What are you doing?!”

Luo Yunye stood up slowly and looked up at Du Weimin.

She used to regard her with polite indifference. But now, her eyes were sharp and cold as ice.
“Mama Du, A’Wan is my wife. Until she wakes up, I don’t want anyone disturbing her. That includes you.”

Du Weimin hadn’t expected the ‘live-in in-law’ to speak to her like this. Her hands gripped the railing tightly.
“I’m Wan’er’s mother. What right do you have to stop me from seeing her? Don’t forget—you married into our Qin family. You have no authority to dictate anything to me!”

Luo Yunye’s lips curved in a cold smile.
“I remember what Mom said on the day I married in—no more visits from Luo Yunyi. Mama Du, as a fellow live-in spouse, what right do you have to go against her word?”

“You—!”

Du Weimin pointed at her, trembling with rage.

Luo Yunyi had already gotten up, looking fragile and innocent.
“Auntie Du, it’s my fault. Don’t be angry. If Yunye doesn’t want me to visit Wanwan, then I won’t. Once Wanwan wakes up, she’ll decide for herself who she wants around.”

Du Weimin exhaled sharply and forced a calm expression.
“You’re a good girl, Yunyi. Once Wan’er wakes up, I’m sure she’ll take your side. You should go now.”

“I’m just happy I got to see her today. Thank you, Auntie Du.”

Luo Yunye ignored them both and went straight into the room.

Qin Yiwan lay quietly, just as she had before. The monitor lines were steady. Luo Yunye’s heart eased a little.

She sat beside her and whispered,  “Luo Yunyi came to see you. She… didn’t do anything to you, right?”

She stared at the monitor lines. No reaction. She exhaled in relief and asked again,
“Did seeing her make you happy?”

But Qin Yiwan wasn’t happy. In fact, she preferred having Luo Yunye nearby.

That strange realization startled her, and the monitor lines began to ripple again.

Luo Yunye didn’t know what she was thinking—she just assumed the reaction meant happiness at seeing Luo Yunyi, and her mood dimmed.

That night in her dream, Luo Yunye saw Qin Yiwan talking to Luo Yunyi in the distance. Remembering what happened during the day, she felt too upset to approach.

Qin Yiwan turned down Luo Yunyi’s invitation to eat together. Luo Yunyi looked hurt.
“Wanwan… are you mad at me? It feels like you’re avoiding me.”

“Not really avoiding,” Qin Yiwan replied honestly.
“I just want to be alone. I don’t like having people trailing after me.”

“But at the library the other day, you and Luo Yunye…”

“Yunyi,” Qin Yiwan’s face turned cold.
“I can be with whoever I want. I don’t owe anyone explanations.”

She turned to leave—only to see Luo Yunye standing under a tree, watching them.

Qin Yiwan changed direction, but Luo Yunye followed. She slowed her steps, then turned and asked,
“Why are you following me?”

“You don’t want me following, so you’d rather have Luo Yunyi do it?”

Qin Yiwan looked her up and down. Something about her felt off today—almost… upset.

“No. I don’t want her following me either.”

She started walking again.

Luo Yunye caught up, asking,
“So do you want to see her? Or not?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“I’m wondering if I should let her visit you again.”

If Qin Yiwan wanted to see Luo Yunyi, it would make Luo Yunye feel awful. But she also didn’t want to seem controlling, and that left her conflicted.

“Then do you want her to see me? Or not?”

“Of course not.”

In a rare moment of unfiltered emotion, Luo Yunye stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. Resting her chin on Qin Yiwan’s shoulder, she murmured,
“Isn’t having me enough?”

Taken off guard by the sudden warmth, Qin Yiwan froze, her long lashes trembling slightly.

This dream… was beginning to go beyond what she could comprehend.