After the Divorce, the Heiress Omega Regretted It - Chapter 5

The roller coaster finally came to a stop, but Qin Yiwan’s heart was still up in the clouds, as though the wind had lifted it into the sky and it hadn’t quite found its way down yet.

At this moment, all her worries were forgotten.

All she could see was Luo Yunye—her presence, the warmth of her hand and the comfort it brought.

“Wanna try the Ferris wheel?” Luo Yunye turned to her and asked.

Qin Yiwan smiled and nodded. “Sure!”

Tonight, she was going to let go and indulge herself—do everything she’d ever wanted to try.

Just as the two of them started walking toward the Ferris wheel, Butler Mo rushed over with a grave expression. “Miss, a call from President Qin.”

The smile on Qin Yiwan’s face froze the moment she heard it was her mother.

She blinked slowly, staring at the screen displaying her mother’s name—President Qin—and her heart began to race. Fear crept in before she even touched the phone.

Luo Yunye gently took her trembling hand and pulled her into an embrace.

 “If you don’t want to answer, then don’t.”

“But… she’s my mom,” Qin Yiwan whispered. She wanted to answer, yet dreaded the scolding that would come.

“Then don’t be afraid. I’m right here with you.”

Luo Yunye took the phone from the housekeeper and put it on speaker. For a moment, the line was silent—then came the cold, familiar voice:
“Qin Yiwan, it’s late. Why aren’t you at home like you’re supposed to be? What kind of trouble are you trying to stir up now?”

Just those words and Qin Yiwan’s eyes welled with tears. Her chest felt tight, her breath heavy.

“M-Mom, I… I’ll come back soon,” she said, swallowing her emotions.

She wanted to say she wasn’t causing trouble—that she’d just needed some air—but the words caught in her throat. What was the point?

The call ended without another word.

Tears stung her eyes. She wanted to cry—but tonight was supposed to be a happy night.

Luo Yunye stroked her hair, handed the phone back to Butler Mo, and tugged her gently by the hand.

 “Come on. Let’s go ride the Ferris wheel.”

Qin Yiwan stared in surprise at her retreating figure. Luo Yunye was tall, with long legs and flowing hair. As she walked ahead, the subtle scent of flowers wafted back—a soft, comforting fragrance that made one feel at ease.

“To the Ferris wheel,” Luo Yunye said, turning back with a bright smile—like sunlight cutting through the night.

The gloom in Qin Yiwan’s chest lifted. She jogged to catch up. Through the crowd, under the lights of the amusement park, they boarded the Ferris wheel together.

As it began to rise, the entire cityscape of A City unfolded before them. Qin Yiwan leaned against the glass, staring out at the twinkling lights, trying to spot the direction of her house.

“Can you see my home from here?”

Luo Yunye leaned over her shoulder and looked too. After identifying the direction, she pointed to the left.

 “It’s over there. We’re not high enough yet, but when we get to the top, you should be able to see it.”

The two of them stayed that way—side by side, gazing out—waiting for the wheel to reach its peak.

As her family’s villa gradually came into view, Qin Yiwan’s eyes lit up. 

“There! I see it! That’s my house!”

Luo Yunye chuckled at her excitement. She’s like a little kid, so easy to cheer up.

After a few moments, Qin Yiwan turned away from the window and sat back in her seat, her smile fading.

“What’s wrong?” Luo Yunye sat beside her, sensing the shift in her mood.

“We used to be so happy—just the four of us,” Qin Yiwan said softly, letting out a sigh. Thoughts of her sister… her mother… cast a heavy shadow over her heart.

Luo Yunye crouched in front of her and gently held her hands, looking her in the eyes. “Whatever happened, it’s not your fault. The one who did harm to your family is the one to blame.”

At eye level now, Qin Yiwan stared back, blinking. Her innocent gaze met Luo Yunye’s steady one. “Really? It’s not my fault?”

“Of course not.” Luo Yunye pinched her cheek playfully. “If someone gets hit by a car while walking down the street, is it their fault?”

“No,” Qin Yiwan shook her head seriously. But then she hesitated. “But… What if that person brought someone else along, and that person got hit too? Is it still not their fault?”

“No, it’s not,” Luo Yunye answered without pause. “They didn’t know something bad would happen. If they had, they wouldn’t have gone out. So the one at fault is the driver who hit them—not the people walking down the street.”

Qin Yiwan seemed to understand a little better. Her heart felt lighter.

“But others don’t see it that way,” she said in a small voice, playing with Luo Yunye’s fingers. Her hands were elegant and slender, soft to the touch.

“They’re grieving,” Luo Yunye said gently. “When someone loses a person they love, grief can turn into anger. And when there’s no place to put that anger, they turn it on someone else.

They blame the person who was there, the one who survived.
But that’s not right.
And one day, when they finally come to terms with it all, they’ll regret how they treated you.”

“Luo Yunye,” Qin Yiwan looked up at her, her mood visibly lighter. “Thank you… I’m really glad I met you.”

With a playful raise of her brow, Luo Yunye sat back down beside her. “Of course you are. I’m your guardian angel, after all.”

As the Ferris wheel neared the ground, Qin Yiwan felt reluctant to leave. She leaned against the glass, watching the scenery, noticing their reflections in the window. She reached out and tapped the reflection of Luo Yunye’s cheek, and both of them burst into laughter.

“Wait a sec!” Qin Yiwan scrambled to grab her phone from her bag. “Let’s take a selfie!”

Luo Yunye took the phone and switched to selfie mode. They snapped a few pictures together.

“Let me see,” Qin Yiwan said, reviewing them. They looked great—the two of them smiling, with the city lights as a backdrop. She was satisfied.

On the way home, Qin Yiwan rode in the same car with Luo Yunye. Around 10 PM, she leaned against Luo Yunye’s shoulder and drifted off to sleep.

Luo Yunye gently pulled her into her arms, then shifted to cradle her across her lap, as if holding a sleeping three-year-old.

From the front seat, Butler Mo glanced at them in the mirror but said nothing.

When they arrived at the house, Luo Yunye carried Qin Yiwan out of the car. Butler Mo reached out to take her, but Luo Yunye avoided him.

“I’ll carry her up.”

Seeing his hesitation, she added, “Don’t wake her.”

With no choice, he followed behind, watching her tuck Qin Yiwan into bed before quietly leaving the room.

As Luo Yunye stepped outside the Qin family estate, the night suddenly turned to day.

******

Suddenly, she was back at the school field, standing in a corner. In the distance, she could hear the voices of children playing.

“Wow, the new kid can’t even dribble a basketball?”

Wang Lu sneered as she tossed a basketball at Luo Yunyi. The younger girl reached out to catch it but missed, wincing as the ball struck her painfully before bouncing away.

“Well? Go get it,” Wang Lu ordered coldly.

It was the tenth ball she’d had to chase down.

Luo Yunyi’s hands were red and stinging, but under the pressure from Wang Lu and her friends, she ran after the ball again.

As it rolled toward Luo Yunye, she bent down to pick it up—just as Luo Yunyi came running over, panting hard.

“Sis, that’s my basketball.”

“Yours?” Luo Yunye looked her over. They were almost identical—no doubt this was her younger self.

“Yes…” Luo Yunyi looked up at her face and froze.

They looked so alike—Luo Yunye was like a grown-up version of her.

“Can… can I have it back?”

“Sure.” Luo Yunye smiled and tossed it even farther.

“…”

Luo Yunyi stood there in shock, not understanding why. But she didn’t ask. She didn’t want more trouble. Her eyes reddened as she ran after the ball again.

Meanwhile, Qin Yiwan was taking a break from playing badminton with friends. She happened to glance over and saw Luo Yunye speaking to Luo Yunyi.

When their eyes met, Luo Yunye waved at her with a bright smile and walked over.

Qin Yiwan, parched from the game, grabbed a bottle of water but struggled to twist the cap.

A laugh came from above. “Such weak arms, and you still try to play badminton?”

Luo Yunye took the bottle, opened it easily, and handed it back.

“The cap was too tight,” Qin Yiwan defended. “I’m not that weak.”

After taking a sip, she looked up, puzzled. “Why are you here?”

Her school had strict security—there was no way she could’ve just walked in. Did she climb the fence?

Qin Yiwan looked Luo Yunye over. Given her height and athletic build—an alpha, no less—it wouldn’t be hard.

“What are you staring at?” Luo Yunye asked. “This isn’t the same dress from last time. I have a bunch like this.”

Dreams really were unpredictable—the setting changed without warning, and time passed strangely. But her clothes hadn’t caught up yet.

“Oh,” Qin Yiwan nodded, then asked again, “So how did you get in?”

“I climbed the fence,” Luo Yunye said casually.

“…You climbed the fence just to come here?” Qin Yiwan frowned.

“I came to find you,” Luo Yunye said with a smile. “I’m your guardian angel, remember? Wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be.”

Qin Yiwan stared at her, dazed. Could someone really appear just for her? Just to protect her?

She always seemed to show up out of nowhere and disappear the same way. Qin Yiwan didn’t know if she believed it, but she looked over at Luo Yunyi again. “Do you know my new classmate? Her name’s Luo Yunyi—your names are almost the same.”

“I know someone named Luo Yunyi. But not this one.”

“There are a lot of people with the same name.”

The bell rang for class. Qin Yiwan turned to her. “I have to go.”

Luo Yunye waved. “Go on—study hard and make progress every day.”

Qin Yiwan walked a few steps, then turned back. Luo Yunye was still watching her, smiling. It made her strangely happy, and her steps felt lighter.

On the stairs, she saw Luo Yunyi carrying all the basketballs and a bag of water bottles behind Wang Lu and her gang. Her hands were red and raw, little beads of bl00d forming.

“Wang Lu.”

The girl turned around, delighted. “Yiwan! You called me?”

“Carry your own stuff.” Qin Yiwan yanked the basketballs from Luo Yunyi and threw them into Wang Lu’s arms. She also unhooked the bag of water bottles and kicked it toward her. “Don’t let me catch you bullying anyone again.”

“Yiwan, I didn’t bully her! She volunteered! I swear!”

Luo Yunyi watched Qin Yiwan’s confident back as she walked away, stunned. Kids from wealthy families really were different—even when angry, people still fawned over them.

She couldn’t help but keep her eyes on her.

******

The next day, wanting to thank Qin Yiwan, Luo Yunyi brought her a big, shiny red apple. Something simple like fruit, she figured, wouldn’t be refused.

Qin Yiwan didn’t refuse it, but she didn’t eat it either. She brought it home, where Luo Yunye spotted it. Upon hearing it was from Luo Yunyi, she washed it and bit into it whole, without even peeling it.

Watching her gobble it down like someone might take it away, Qin Yiwan asked, “Do you really like apples that much?”

“Not particularly. I just don’t like the look of this one.”

Qin Yiwan started on her homework. When she got stuck, Luo Yunye patiently explained. Once everything was done, Qin Yiwan yawned. “Aren’t you leaving? It’s late.”

Luo Yunye hadn’t expected to get kicked out and was momentarily stunned. “I’m here to protect you…”

“But you’re an alpha. It’s not appropriate for you to stay while I sleep.”

“I’ll sleep on the sofa. I won’t bother you.”

Still seeing her hesitate, Luo Yunye added bluntly, “Relax. I only like fair-skinned, curvy long-legged beauties. You’re a little grade-schooler. I’ve got zero interest in you.”

“…Alright. You can have the sofa.”

Qin Yiwan trusted her. If Luo Yunye had really been a creep, she would’ve already made a move. So she didn’t argue, just yawned again and went to wash up before bed.

******

The next morning, the sofa was empty. The bathroom was empty too.

Only the curtains swayed gently in the breeze, casting flickering shadows in the room.

Qin Yiwan called her name softly.

No response.

She was gone again—without even saying goodbye.

If I had known, Qin Yiwan thought with a sigh, I wouldn’t have told her to leave.