After the Divorce, the Heiress Omega Regretted It - Chapter 28

Luo Yunye hadn’t expected Qin Yiwan to actually hit her. If she had, with her reflexes, there’s no way that slap would have landed.

Qin Yiwan had been startled and struck her hard. A red, burning handprint immediately bloomed on Luo Yunye’s delicate cheek, stinging sharply.

She lowered her gaze and saw the woman in her arms breathing rapidly, eyes filled with alarm and—what hurt even more—disgust. The hand that had just slapped her was still trembling slightly.

Her A’wan looked at her with loathing.

That realization stung more than the slap.

Luo Yunye wanted to reach out and touch her hair, to soothe her somehow. But as she raised her hand, she saw Qin Yiwan squeeze her eyes shut, as if bracing for another blow.

I love you so much…

“How could I ever bring myself to hurt you?”

A bitter smile tugged at Luo Yunye’s lips. She gently touched her hair, then slowly withdrew her arm, pulled the blanket up to cover her properly, and walked out of the room.

The door clicked shut behind her.

As it did, the sadness she’d been suppressing surged up, and her eyes grew hot. She tilted her head back and took a deep breath.

It had been so long since she last cried—but now, all of a sudden, she desperately wanted to.

Luo Yunye rushed out of the hospital. The late autumn wind brushed against her cheeks, tousling her long hair as she ran. Passersby turned their heads, surprised both by her beauty and by the vivid slap mark on her face.

“Oh my god, who could do that to someone so beautiful?”

“That slap looks painful… it’s so red.”

“She looks like she’s about to fall apart… poor girl. I just want to give her a hug…”

*****

Luo Yunye thought back to all the books she’d once entered—stories where she’d been beaten, crippled, even killed. Those pains had been physical, superficial. They never truly upset her. In fact, she’d even felt a thrill, because those moments meant her mission was nearly complete—she’d soon be free of that world.

But this time, it was different.

She wasn’t living for a mission or someone else.

She was living for herself.

She wanted to live well. She wanted to be with the person she loved and live a happy life.

She had thought that once Qin Yiwan woke up, they’d start over—finally have a proper relationship, hold a grand wedding, and spend the rest of their lives together.

But fate had other plans.

Qin Yiwan had forgotten her. Forgotten all their memories.

Flashes of their past flickered through Luo Yunye’s mind—the night they spent together in the pitch-black forest, the way they’d clung to each other.

Her steps slowed. She rubbed her aching head as the cold wind filled her lungs and tears streamed down her face, unstoppable.

Back at the hospital room, she reached for the door handle, but it wouldn’t turn.

Locked.

Qin Yiwan had locked her out.

Luo Yunye stood there silently for a moment. Not wanting to disturb her, she sat down on the chair outside the room and called Butler Lin, asking her to bring over a blanket.

Butler Lin hurried over and was startled to see the harsh red imprint on her cheek. “Young Madam, who was bold enough to hit you like that?”

“Qin Yiwan,” Luo Yunye said, her voice calm now.

The crying had brought her clarity.

She was dealing with a version of Qin Yiwan who didn’t remember her—who had no memory of their past. In the novel, she had always been distant, wary of anyone who posed a threat.

Luo Yunye understood. She could be patient and give her time. Time to remember everything.

Butler Lin blinked in disbelief. “Miss Qin hit you?”

She looked at the closed door, then lowered her voice. “Young Madam, did you upset her somehow?”

Luo Yunye looked up at her. She’d meant to explain—it had just been a light tease—but things had escalated so suddenly. In the end, she gave up trying to justify it. Affairs between a couple weren’t something an outsider needed to know.

“Something like that,” she murmured.

When Butler Lin saw her spreading the blanket over the bench, disbelief and concern filled her face. “Wait… are you planning to sleep out here tonight?”

“What else? On the floor?” Luo Yunye replied, wrapping herself in the blanket and lying down without a care for appearances.

Butler Lin didn’t know what to do. She knelt down beside her and tucked the blanket around her, gently trying to persuade her: “Why don’t you go home and rest? I can stay here with Miss Qin.”

“No need. She’s my wife. I should be the one here for her.”

“But this…” Butler Lin didn’t even know how to describe her current state. She looked like a homeless girl sleeping under a bridge—albeit a very clean, pretty one.

What if someone took a photo and posted it online?

Then again… no one even knew they were married.

After some hesitation, Butler Lin came back with a mask. She had snapped a photo of Luo Yunye lying there all alone, and now handed her the mask. “Young Madam, if you’re worried about people recognizing you, maybe wear this.”

Luo Yunye didn’t care much about her image. Sleeping was sleeping. But considering her relationship with Qin Yiwan, she accepted the mask and put it on.

“Thanks.”

Butler Lin helped smooth out the blanket again. “I’ll head back then. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Oh, and let Zhao Ke know I want him at the hospital by five tomorrow morning.”

*****

The next morning, Luo Yunye was startled awake by her alarm. Through sleepy eyes, she saw Zhao Ke standing nearby, holding an umbrella over her to shield her from view.

She glanced at her phone. Five o’clock sharp.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“Stay here and keep an eye on A’wan. If she asks for anything, do as she says. Call me if there’s an issue.”

“Yes, Young Madam.”

Luo Yunye called a car and went straight home. The moment she walked in, she headed for the kitchen to make porridge.

Most store-bought congee was artificially thickened, and she worried that might upset Qin Yiwan’s stomach.

She washed the rice and set it to boil, then finely chopped some meat to mix in. As she busied herself in the kitchen, the noise woke Butler Lin, who lived on the ground floor.

She came out in her pajamas and a robe, rubbing her eyes. “Young Madam, you’re back this early? Making porridge for Miss Qin?”

“Mhm.” Luo Yunye skimmed the foam from the pot as she added diced vegetables. “She ate a few more bites of veggie and minced meat congee yesterday. I figured she probably liked it.”

Butler Lin nodded and began putting on proper clothes. “Can I help with anything?”

“Find me a large thermal container. I’ll pack the porridge in it later.”

“Got it.”

Butler Lin rarely entered the kitchen, so she didn’t know where things were stored. But after rummaging through a couple of cupboards, she finally found one.

She washed it, placed it by the stove, and looked at the bubbling porridge with a soft smile. “Miss Qin will be so happy when she finds out you woke up early just to make this.”

“I hope so,” Luo Yunye replied. “But if she knew I made it, she might not be happy. Don’t tell her.”

Butler Lin sighed quietly. Last night, when Qin Rushuang came home and told the old madam about Yiwan’s memory loss, she’d overheard everything.

Miss Qin didn’t remember the things Young Madam had done for her—but she remembered.

“Young Madam, you’re a truly kind person. The longer Miss Qin spends with you, the more she’ll see that for herself.”

“Don’t look at me like that—with pity,” Luo Yunye said with a small smile. “Even if A’wan doesn’t remember me right now, one day, she’ll remember everything.”

She would remember just how deeply she had once loved her, how she had wanted to be with her forever.

“No,” Butler Lin shook his head. “I really do think you’re a good person.”

Luo Yunye finished making the congee and hurried to the hospital. It was just past seven—still early. Qin Yiwan was probably still asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, she didn’t knock on the door. Instead, she sat nearby, scrolling through her phone. That’s when she saw a breaking news headline:

#Qin Yiwan Wakes Up After Being in a Vegetative State Following Car Crash#

She tapped into the trending tag. There was a blurry video from yesterday of Qin Yiwan and Luo Yunyi sitting in the pavilion. The footage wasn’t clear, but it was just enough to make viewers curious.

The comments were all over the place.

“Wait, is she really awake, or is this just clickbait? Don’t mess with my feelings, marketing accounts!”

“OMG she’s really awake?! Thank heavens for this miracle!”

“Still looking that gorgeous after being in a coma? If it were me, I wouldn’t even want to be seen.”

“Rich people really do live differently—vegetative or not, still perfectly maintained.”

“Is that Luo Yunyi with her? Thought they broke off the engagement. Are they back together now?”

“Luo Yunyi better stay away from our goddess! Heartless woman.”

“…”

Frowning at the flood of comments, Luo Yunye suddenly heard a chaotic rush of footsteps. When she looked up, a crowd of reporters had swarmed in with cameras and microphones, surrounding her in an instant.

“Is this where President Qin Yiwan is staying?”

“Has she really regained consciousness?”

“What’s your relationship to her?”

“How is she doing? When is she being discharged?”

“Is it possible to get a look inside?”

Zhao Ke stepped in front of Luo Yunye like a human shield. With a stony expression, he faced the cameras and microphones without flinching.

Luo Yunye glanced lazily at the crowd of noisy “crows,” then stood up without a word and started to walk away. A reporter tried to follow her. “Excuse me—”

She turned around and shot him a glare. Even though half her face was covered by a mask, her eyes alone were enough to make him freeze in place—there was murder in that look. The reporter gave a sheepish laugh and backed off.

Luo Yunye walked to the nurse’s station and knocked on the counter. “Does your hospital not have security? You’re letting a pack of crows scream outside a VIP patient’s door?”

The nurse quickly apologized, “I’m so sorry. We just switched shifts—security is already on the way.”

Luo Yunye didn’t want to give her a hard time. She wrapped the blanket around herself and waited a bit until security came and cleared the reporters out. Only then did she walk back.

“I’ll stay here and keep watch. Go grab some breakfast,” Luo Yunye said, pulling a few hundred-yuan bills from her wallet and handing them to Zhao Ke. “Just for the two of us—get whatever you think is good.”

“Yes, young madam.”

With the money in hand, Zhao Ke left, leaving Luo Yunye alone on the chair again. Her phone was almost out of battery, and the charger was still inside the room.

It was nearly 8 o’clock. Luo Yunye got up and gently knocked on the door. “A’wan, are you awake? I brought you some congee. You haven’t eaten in a while, so your stomach might feel a little off.”

There was no response.

She let out a quiet sigh.

A while later, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Luo Yunye thought Zhao Ke had returned, but when she looked up, it was Luo Yunyi—carrying breakfast and dressed with understated elegance, looking both gentle and refined.

By contrast, Luo Yunye was still in yesterday’s clothes, a blanket beside her. Anyone with eyes could tell what that meant. Luo Yunyi was bound to pounce on the opportunity to throw in a jab or two.

Luo Yunye immediately regretted not tossing that blanket out earlier.

Sure enough, Luo Yunyi walked up and pretended to be surprised as she covered her mouth. “Oh? Yunye? My dear sister, don’t tell me… You slept in the hallway last night?”

Luo Yunye lifted her eyes and raised a brow. “So what? You got a problem with that?”

In that moment, she was actually grateful Butler Lin had given her a mask. At least she didn’t look completely miserable in front of Luo Yunyi.

“Why would I?” Luo Yunyi replied with a smile. “You’ve always been a bit… unconventional. Not surprising if you prefer sleeping in hallways.”

Then she turned to knock on Qin Yiwan’s door, her voice gentle. “Wanwan? Are you awake? I brought you some breakfast. Mind opening the door?”

Luo Yunye rolled her eyes at the overly sweet act.

Within minutes, the door opened. Luo Yunye turned and locked eyes with Qin Yiwan.

Yiwan gave her a cold glance before saying to Luo Yunyi, “Come in.”

Carrying the breakfast in, Luo Yunyi chatted cheerfully as she placed everything neatly on the table. “I heard from Aunt Du that you can only have congee for now, so I bought a few different kinds. Try them and see what you like.”

Luo Yunye followed behind, opened the container of congee she’d made herself, and placed it in front of Yiwan. “Try mine, too. No additives, totally clean.”

Hearing that, Luo Yunyi wasn’t pleased, but she still smiled. “This congee is from the place you used to like. I went early this morning to get it, Wanwan. Try it—see if it still tastes the same.”

Qin Yiwan glanced between the two of them. She took a few sips from Luo Yunyi’s congee first. When it came time for Luo Yunye’s, Luo Yunyi picked up the bowl to help—but suddenly cried out, “Oh no!” and spilled it.

“It’s hot—it’s really hot!” Luo Yunyi shook her hand and apologized quickly. “I’m so sorry, Wanwan. I didn’t mean to—I didn’t expect it to be that hot, and I lost my grip. And now your blanket is dirty too; I’m really sorry.”

“What the hell, Luo Yunyi?!” Luo Yunye snapped, reaching out to grab Luo Yunyi’s hair. “I made sure it wasn’t too hot before I brought it—no way it could’ve burned you!”

“Ah! Yunye, calm down! Maybe your hands are more used to the heat, but it was hot for me! I swear I didn’t do it on purpose. I’m sorry, I really am!”

“Luo Yunye, let go.”

Qin Yiwan’s voice was cold and even. “It’s just congee. It spilled, so what? I’ll ask someone to bring a new blanket later.”