After the Divorce, the Heiress Omega Regretted It - Chapter 54

Qin Yiwan had her bl00d drawn and tested for pheromone compatibility with Luo Yunye. The result came back—an astonishing 99.8% match. No one was more compatible with Luo Yunye than she was.

She brought the report to show Luo Yunye, who glanced at it, visibly surprised, then tossed it aside with a casual flick. She looked up at Qin Yiwan, her voice cool and indifferent.
“What are you trying to say?”

Qin Yiwan met her gaze, her voice gentle.
“The doctor said that with our 99.8% compatibility, I can help ease your allergic reactions during your susceptible periods—and even help desensitize you over time.”

Just then, the doctor came in on rounds. Luo Yunye turned to her.
“Doctor, does it mean that any omega with a high pheromone match can relieve my allergic symptoms?”

“Not just any pheromone will do,” the doctor replied. “In general, the pheromone needs to reach a certain concentration to be effective. The best ways to achieve that include, but aren’t limited to: holding hands, hugging, kissing, a temporary mark, or even a lifelong mark. The more physical contact, the better the results.”

With each word the doctor said, Qin Yiwan’s heart skipped a beat.
When she heard “lifelong mark,” her cheeks flushed a soft pink. Her normally cool, composed features were tinged with warmth, making her look more tender than usual.

She stood beside the bed, looking down at Luo Yunye. When she saw the furrow deepening between her brows—as though all this was some kind of torment—those thoughts and fantasies she shouldn’t have had quietly faded.

The doctor completed the checkup and confirmed Luo Yunye had passed her susceptible phase. There were no other concerning symptoms. She could be discharged that very afternoon.

Luo Yunye thanked her. Seeing Qin Yiwan still standing there, she said blandly,
“You can go now.”

“If you hadn’t gone down the mountain to save me, you wouldn’t be like this now,” Qin Yiwan murmured. Thinking of all the ways she might help relieve those allergic symptoms, she added shyly, “It all started because of me… I just want to do something for you. If you need pheromones during your susceptible periods, please—let me be the one to stay with you. Would that be alright?”

Luo Yunye remembered how, back then, Qin Yiwan had only wanted to stay by her side, and how she hadn’t given her a single chance—avoiding her like the plague, doing everything she could to drive her away.

But now, just to help her through an allergic reaction, Qin Yiwan was speaking so carefully, asking to stay.

Should she… be thankful?

Luo Yunye let out a quiet, inexplicable laugh and shook her head.
“No need. I didn’t go down the mountain because of you. If it had been anyone—any stranger—who fell, I still would’ve gone to help.”

Qin Yiwan didn’t care why she had done it. What mattered was:
She had saved her. That was enough.

She looked at Luo Yunye with quiet sincerity.
“Then just treat me like a stranger who wants to thank you. Give me a chance to make it up to you. Please?”

They’d been like strangers since the divorce—interacting with polite distance. That should’ve been enough.

But she kept stepping closer, disturbing the peace, ignoring the rejections—both gentle and firm. She insisted on being good to her, even when that kindness was unwanted.

Luo Yunye didn’t want it at all.

“Qin Yiwan.” Luo Yunye met her gaze, brows furrowed faintly with a growing impatience.
“I won’t blame you for the things you did to me when you lost your memory.
But that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten them. And it certainly doesn’t mean those wounds didn’t happen.

So what exactly do you want now?

You want me to pretend none of it happened? To go back to how things were—to love you the way I used to?

Do you really think that’s possible?”

The moment Qin Yiwan heard her say “love you the way I used to,” her eyes lit up.

So she had loved her once.

She knew it. All those things Luo Yunye had said about never loving her—they were lies.

“I’m not asking you to love me like you did before,” she said softly. “I only hope… you’ll give me a chance—to let me love you. Would that be okay?”

Her plea was fragile and cautious, even her breathing subdued. Her eyes were nervous, worried she’d be turned away.

Luo Yunye had never imagined the aloof and proud Qin Yiwan could be so gentle, so careful—with anyone.

She turned her face away, her tone stiff.
“I don’t need your love.”

Even after being rejected, Qin Yiwan didn’t seem discouraged. A gentle smile tugged at her lips.
“Then just take my pheromones. You do need those.”

“Not anymore.”

Luo Yunye lay down, pulled the blanket over herself, and made it clear she didn’t want to talk.

Qin Yiwan quietly fetched a cup of hot water for her, adjusted the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature, tucked her in, then left the room.

She wanted to buy a bouquet of flowers before Luo Yunye was discharged.

She drove to a nearby flower shop and told the owner she wanted a bouquet of roses with a dreamy pink-to-purple gradient. But after searching through several shops, none had what she was looking for.

Only then did she remember—Luo Yunye had dyed the flowers herself, by hand.

That beautiful bouquet, so carefully made to symbolize their undying love… she had thrown it into the trash.

The thought filled Qin Yiwan with a wave of regret.

There wasn’t enough time to dye new flowers, so she decided she’d wrap a bouquet herself.

She asked the florist to teach her—from picking the right stems to trimming and arranging them, she followed each instruction carefully.

While handling the roses, she pricked her fingers several times on the thorns. Tiny beads of bl00d welled up, and she ended up with several band-aids on her hands.

When the bouquet was finally finished, Qin Yiwan looked at the beautiful arrangement and smiled with quiet satisfaction.

The shop owner, watching her with admiration, praised her earnestly.
“You’re so patient and attentive. Your special someone is lucky—they’re going to love this bouquet.”

Qin Yiwan smiled faintly.
“She’ll probably just throw it in the trash.”

Back at the hospital, Qin Yiwan carried the bouquet to Luo Yunye’s room, her heart full of anticipation—only to find the bed already empty, sheets neatly made.

Panicked, she rushed to the nurses’ station and was told that Luo Yunye had just checked out and left.

She jumped in her car and drove out, finally spotting Luo Yunye by the roadside, waiting for a ride. Qin Yiwan pulled up and rolled down the window.
“Yunye, let me take you.”

“No need.”

Just then, the ride-share pulled up. Luo Yunye opened the door and got in without looking back.

Qin Yiwan followed her, keeping pace all the way to her neighborhood. Before Luo Yunye could get out of the car, she ran up with the bouquet in her arms and stopped her.
“Congratulations on your discharge.”

Luo Yunye looked at the bouquet—a bright, vibrant blend of colors, full of life and energy. It was a fitting choice to mark the end of a hospital stay.

Her gaze dropped to Qin Yiwan’s hands—once untouched by any hardship, now dotted with band-aids.

Clearly, she had wrapped the bouquet herself.

“Don’t do such pointless things again.”

Luo Yunye took the bouquet and, without hesitation, set it on the garbage can nearby.

Then she turned and walked toward the gate.