After the Divorce, the Heiress Omega Regretted It - Chapter 26

Even though Luo Yunye had mentally prepared herself after hearing from Dr. Xu Nuo that Qin Yiwan had lost her memory, seeing those unfamiliar eyes staring back at her, hearing her ask, “Who are you?”—it still made her heart jolt violently. Then came the sinking feeling, like she was plummeting off a cliff.

For a moment, it was as if she’d forgotten everything too. Her mind went blank, unable to react.

As she stood frozen in place, Qin Rushuang spoke up beside her. “Yunye is your legally wedded wife. You two registered your marriage. She’s been taking care of you this whole time since the accident.”

“My… wife?!”

Qin Yiwan looked at her sister in shock, then turned her gaze toward Luo Yunye, her expression full of confusion. Her brows furrowed.

So while she was in a coma, Rushuang married her off to a woman?

And wasn’t her fiancée supposed to be Yunyi?

Even if someone had to get married on her behalf, shouldn’t it have been Luo Yunyi? Why would they marry her to a stranger she had never seen before, someone whose background she didn’t even know?

Qin Yiwan couldn’t wrap her head around what they were thinking. It was absurd—almost laughable.

And besides, hadn’t they just said she was in a vegetative state? What was the point of arranging a marriage at that point?

A certain thought flickered through her mind, and the small, wry smile on her lips froze. Her lashes trembled slightly.

“Are you hungry, big sister? Want to eat something? ”

Qin Yiwan came back to herself and quietly studied the woman in front of her. Oval face, fox-like eyes, gently arched brows, a delicately straight nose, beautifully defined cheekbones, and soft, full lips with a natural sheen. Her features were exquisite, flawless. When she smiled, her eyes were filled with tenderness—as if they were lovers.

The possibility that this woman had been brought into the family just to bear heirs stirred a feeling of revulsion in Qin Yiwan. She pulled her hand back from Luo Yunye’s grasp, leaned against the headboard, and quietly drew the blanket over herself, turning away to avoid looking at her.

“Go buy me some congee,” she said flatly.

She just wanted to send Luo Yunye away—she had something to say to Qin Rushuang. But just as Luo Yunye stood up, Du Weimin returned with food in hand.

“Wanwan, you’re awake?”

Joy lit up Du Weimin’s face as she set the congee down on the table. “I figured you might be hungry when you woke up. Your stomach hasn’t fully recovered yet, so I picked up a few light things. Do you want to try some?”

As she spoke, her eyes turned red, her voice slightly choked. Qin Rushuang, clearly moved, gently patted her arm.

“Thank you, Mom,” Qin Yiwan said—but her tone was polite and distant.

Like a complete outsider, watching the three of them put on a show.

She hadn’t eaten in a long time, and her tongue had trouble registering taste. After a few bites, she lost interest.

Having slept so long, she didn’t feel the least bit sleepy now. She originally wanted to talk to Qin Rushuang alone, but Du Weimin kept checking on her, asking question after question.

When Qin Yiwan had answered them all, silence settled over the room. It felt like everyone had something to say, but no one knew how to start.

Qin Rushuang, never one for tender words, stood after a long pause. “Yunye will stay with you tonight. Your mom and I have work to handle. We’ll bring Grandma over to see you later.”

“Okay.”

Qin Yiwan’s response was calm and indifferent. She was used to it. In Qin Rushuang’s world, work had always come first.

Once they left, only Luo Yunye remained in the room with her.

Qin Yiwan fixed her with a probing stare. “Start talking. What exactly is going on? Start with who you are.”

“Do you want to go for a walk?” Luo Yunye asked, reaching out her hand.

She had been cooped up in the room for too long—it wouldn’t be bad to get some fresh air.

Qin Yiwan didn’t take her hand. She wanted to get up on her own.

But she’d been bedridden too long. Her legs were weak, and as soon as she tried to get up, she nearly fell to the floor. Fortunately, Luo Yunye reacted quickly, catching her and helping her up.

Qin Yiwan had never been so physically close to a stranger before. Her reflex was to push her away.

But she had so little strength that she barely budged Luo Yunye. Instead, she lost her balance and fell backward again—only to be caught and pulled back into Luo Yunye’s arms. A soft laugh came from above her. “You’re still recovering, big sister. Don’t get too worked up.”

Qin Yiwan liked to think she’d been through enough not to be rattled by something like this. She stood up, face composed, but the tips of her ears—red and flushed—betrayed her.

Her heart was beating faster than it should. And for some reason, she felt nervous.

As Luo Yunye helped her walk outside, she spoke: “My name is Luo Yunye. I’m Luo Yunyi’s half-sister—we have the same father, different mothers.

“Luo Yunyi’s mom, Liu Chuyi, was my father, Luo Dongbin’s, first love. When they broke up, she was already pregnant with Yunyi. Later, Luo Dongbin married my mom, and then I was born.

“Years later, when he ran into Liu Chuyi again, he cheated on my mom.

“My mom doesn’t tolerate betrayal. She confronted Liu Chuyi, divorced Luo Dongbin, and took me with her.

“So when you met Luo Yunyi, you didn’t know I existed.

“The reason I married you was because the Luo family didn’t want Yunyi to ‘marry into widowhood.’ But they still wanted the benefits of a marriage alliance with the Qin family. So they brought me back.

“Only… their plan backfired. My heart isn’t with the Luo family. It’s with you.”

Qin Yiwan had quietly listened to all of it. But at that last sentence, her calm heart skipped a beat.

She didn’t need to look to know Luo Yunye was watching her—with that same, gentle gaze. So full of affection.

But the more sincere it looked, the more fake it felt. Like a well-rehearsed lie from a seasoned con artist.

And she wasn’t buying it.

She had never been someone who trusted others easily. The only person she believed in was herself.

“My mom said you were the one who looked after me this whole time?”

“Mm. They were all busy. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving your care to someone else.”

“Thank you.”

They walked out the hospital’s back entrance into the courtyard. The air was already turning chilly—it was mid-autumn. There weren’t many people around.

The streetlamps had just turned on, stretching their shadows long and thin. People bustled past in the distance. It was all so ordinary… yet to Qin Yiwan, it felt like she was seeing the world after a lifetime.

Luo Yunye helped her over to the pavilion. Qin Yiwan asked, “How did the accident happen? How did I end up in a coma?”

“I was only brought back into the Luo family after you became comatose. But I did look into it a bit. It happened about three months ago. You were working late and got hit on your way home by a drunk truck driver. He died on the spot. You survived… barely. After emergency surgery, you were diagnosed as a vegetative patient.”

Seeing the flicker of doubt in her eyes, Luo Yunye added, “The police ruled it as an accident. But while looking into it, I came across some inconsistencies. Once I confirm a few more things, I’ll tell you.”

Qin Yiwan laced her fingers together, rubbing them gently. “You think it wasn’t an accident. That someone did it on purpose?”

“I haven’t found conclusive evidence yet,” Luo Yunye said, “so I don’t want to jump to conclusions.”

Qin Yiwan gave a small nod and lifted her eyes to the dim streetlamp, falling into silence.

If the car accident wasn’t just a coincidence—if someone had done it on purpose—then who could it be? A business rival? Or someone else…?

Luo Yunye watched her profile quietly, unable to put her feelings into words. She had imagined that when Yiwan woke up, she’d be surprised—maybe even delighted—to see someone who looked just like the person from her dreams. But she hadn’t expected this: amnesia.

“Heh…”

A bitter laugh slipped from Luo Yunye’s lips. When she noticed Qin Yiwan turning to her with confusion, she explained, “I just thought of something funny.”

Seeing that Yiwan didn’t respond, Luo Yunye prompted, “Aren’t you curious? It has something to do with you.”

“What is it?”

Of course—mention it’s about her, and she’d want to know.

“I thought when you woke up and saw me, you’d be pleasantly surprised. But instead… you forgot all about me.”

She smiled, but there was a helplessness in it.

Qin Yiwan didn’t really understand what was so funny, but she could hear the trace of disappointment in Luo Yunye’s tone. In a calm, almost businesslike manner, she replied, “For the time and effort you’ve spent taking care of me, I’ll find a way to repay you.”

“And how does my sister plan to repay me?” Luo Yunye asked with a lazy smile. There wasn’t much hope in her eyes—it was as if she already knew what Qin Yiwan was going to say.

Qin Yiwan was just about to suggest giving her an unlimited card, when a voice suddenly called out—

“Wanwan!”

She turned around to see Luo Yunyi running toward her from the steps, out of breath, arms outstretched. Just as she was about to throw herself into an embrace, Luo Yunye stepped in and pushed her back. “Watch your place.”

Yunyi let herself fall dramatically to the ground with a soft cry, her voice laced with pitiful fragility. It worked—she immediately caught Qin Yiwan’s attention.

Blocked by Luo Yunye, Qin Yiwan hadn’t seen how much force she used. But seeing Luo Yunyi on the ground, looking so pitiful, she hurried over to help her up.

“Luo Yunye, no matter what, Yunyi is still your sister. How could you push her like that?”

Luo Yunye hadn’t expected Qin Yiwan to take Luo Yunyi’s side. Her heart felt like it had been stuffed full of stones—heavy and suffocating.

She stood there, suddenly at a loss for words.

Before she could speak, Luo Yunyi grabbed Qin Yiwan’s arm and said tearfully, “Wanwan, don’t blame Yunye. She didn’t mean to—it’s just that she cares about you, about our relationship.

“This is all my fault. I forgot my place… I still thought of myself as your fiancée. When I saw you awake, I just got so excited… I couldn’t help myself.

“Wanwan, you have no idea how hard it’s been for me since your accident.

“After Yunye married into the Qin family, Aunt Qin wouldn’t let me see you anymore.

“I missed you so much, but I couldn’t even visit. I could only go to temples to pray, hoping you’d wake up soon. Thank goodness the heavens answered me—you finally woke up. I’m so glad!”

As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around Qin Yiwan tightly.

The bl00d in Luo Yunye’s veins boiled. Her instincts screamed to drag this shameless woman out of here.

Then she saw Luo Yunyi glance at her from over Qin Yiwan’s shoulder—with a smug, taunting smile.

Her fists clenched on instinct.

But if she did anything now, it would only make Qin Yiwan dislike her even more.

In Qin Yiwan’s memory, she and Luo Yunyi were childhood sweethearts, a pair of fiancées who had grown up together. And Luo Yunye? She was just a stranger.

Qin Yiwan didn’t believe that temple prayers had anything to do with her recovery, but the fact that Luo Yunyi was willing to do those things at least showed some kind of sincerity.

She gently patted her on the shoulder, signaling for her to let go.

Luo Yunyi stepped back, eyes red. “You don’t know how scared I was when I heard you were in an accident.

“My parents were furious when they found out you were in a coma. They refused to let me marry you. They locked me in my room, didn’t let me go out… Not knowing how you were doing, it nearly drove me insane.”

Qin Yiwan’s emotions stayed steady. She patted her shoulder again and said, “It’s all in the past now. I’m fine, aren’t I?”

“Yeah… It’s really such a relief that you’re okay.”

Luo Yunye, who had been holding back all this time, was practically shaking with pent-up frustration. She frowned. “Are you done? If you are, then leave. A’wan needs rest.”

“You go ahead.”

Qin Yiwan turned to her, expression unreadable. “I still want to talk to Yunyi for a bit.”

So now she was the outsider?

Luo Yunye felt like another stone had just been lodged in her chest. She drew in a deep breath. She wanted to just leave, to walk away from it all. But part of her wasn’t willing—not willing to hand over the opportunity to Luo Yunyi so easily.

So she sat back down.

“Alright. You two talk. I’ll just wait here. I won’t say a word.”

But Qin Yiwan still didn’t seem pleased with her presence. Her expression made it clear: she felt like Luo Yunye was just a surveillance camera planted here by Qin Rushuang to monitor her every move.

Taking Luo Yunyi’s arm, she said, “Come on, let’s talk over there.”

Luo Yunye could only watch as Qin Yiwan led Luo Yunyi toward the nearby pavilion. Then she caught Luo Yunyi turning back, flashing her a triumphant smile.

Luo Yunye felt like the fire burning inside her had been completely blocked by a boulder. It was ready to explode.