Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 28

In the morning, after seeing Song Tingxue off, Yan Qingqi called Jing Michu.

The phone rang several times before Jing Michu picked it up.

“Hello…”

Yan Qingqi said, “Jing Michu, are you still not awake?”

Jing Michu glanced at the clock with a grumpy look. “It’s not even 8 a.m. yet, Cousin!”

“Aren’t we going to the hospital today? Hurry and get up. The sooner we go, the sooner we’ll be back. I still need to rush back to cook wontons and deliver takeout.”

Jing Michu groaned, “…Seriously, Cousin, how much money are you making for all this exhausting, soul-sucking labor?”

Yan Qingqi felt a little proud. “Yesterday’s revenue broke 400 yuan. If this keeps up, I’m guaranteed to make ten thousand a month.”

Jing Michu almost fainted. “Cousin, do you know that one casual dinner we host often costs more than ten thousand?”

Yan Qingqi’s smile disappeared. For the first time, she felt truly poor.

Yan Qingqi cleaned the chicken she had bought yesterday, put it on to stew, and let it simmer on low heat, setting a timer for the stove to turn off automatically.

Just as she finished cleaning up, Jing Michu and Qiao An arrived. The two were holding hands, smiling sweetly, and nestled close together, looking like they wished they were glued to each other.

Yan Qingqi wiped her hands. “Let’s go. I’m all set.” She noticed a large diamond ring on Qiao An’s finger.

Jing Michu smiled. “No rush. Sampling is quick. Cousin, An An and I haven’t had breakfast yet. We want to eat your small wontons.”

Jing Michu squinted her eyes with a smile. “I can smell the chicken broth.”

Yan Qingqi: “…”

“Cousin, how much is a bowl of your wontons for breakfast?”

“It’s the same price as lunch. They use the same ingredients. Fifty yuan a bowl.”

“Two bowls, then.” Jing Michu grandly transferred 500 yuan. “Four hundred yuan is for the service fee.”

“That’s a lot of money,” Yan Qingqi said, surprised for a moment.

Jing Michu raised an eyebrow and smiled, feeling quite pleased with herself. “Cousin, sorry about this. If you hadn’t hurt your head, I wouldn’t have had the chance to show off in front of the great Miss Wen. This 400 yuan is for the emotional value!”

Yan Qingqi was so annoyed she secretly added a double dose of salt to her bowl.

The small wontons were cooked and topped with a ladle of chicken broth. The aroma was mouthwatering.

Qiao An’s appetite was whetted immediately. “Cousin, your small wontons are so delicious.”

Yan Qingqi gave her an indulgent smile. “Is that enough? Should I cook a few more for you?”

Jing Michu ate, frowning. “Wait, Cousin, this chicken broth is too salty.”

Yan Qingqi said with false confidence, “Salty? It’s the same for everyone. Xiao An thinks it’s perfectly fine. You must have a problem with your taste buds.”

Qiao An also said, “How can it be salty? It’s very savory and tastes amazing!”

After breakfast, Jing Michu took Yan Qingqi to the hospital. Qiao An said, “I’ll wait here for you to come back.”

The testing process was simple, and sample collection was extremely easy. Yan Qingqi glanced at Jing Michu waiting nearby and suddenly said, “You should take a test too. Let’s see if we’re cousins.”

Jing Michu said, “No way. You still don’t trust me?”

Yan Qingqi said, “It’s simple, and it doesn’t require shots or blood drawing. It’s a good chance to see how similar our genes are.”

Jing Michu had no choice but to provide a sample as well. She thought for a moment and then said to the doctor, “I’ve been having some issues with my taste lately. Everyone else thinks the taste is normal, but I think it’s salty. Should you draw some blood to check? I’m worried I might be sick.”

Yan Qingqi heard this and nervously turned away.

“Cousin, don’t worry. The results will be out in a few days. You’re definitely Wen Shuyan, and we’re definitely cousins.”

Yan Qingqi hummed in response. She felt caught in a strange, inexplicable loop.

Before, she hadn’t believed she was the rich heiress Wen Shuyan and thought Jing Michu and the others had an ulterior motive. But now that the test was done, she suddenly worried that she wasn’t Wen Shuyan.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had never wanted to be a rich heiress. Her current life—spending time with Songsong and running a small private kitchen takeout—was wonderful and happy.

However, if she wasn’t Wen Shuyan, she would only be Yan Qingqi—the Yan Qingqi who couldn’t properly protect Songsong.

“Cousin, are you happy? I’m so happy!” Jing Michu was indeed very happy. Once the results were out and the DNA matched, Yan Qingqi would have no choice but to admit she was Wen Shuyan. “Cousin, go home and rest well. Call me or An An if you need anything.”

Yan Qingqi nodded. “Okay. You and An An have worked hard for me these past few days. You both should rest well, too.”

At the film set, Song Tingxue held her stomach, looking unwell. She had reluctantly eaten the spicy barbecue the crew offered. The spice was too much, so she drank a cold beverage to quench her thirst, which only irritated her stomach further. Song Tingxue was in pain, and her face was pale.

During the lunch break, Song Tingxue finally managed to make it back to the assistant’s car.

“Sister Song, what’s wrong? Is your stomach hurting?” Xiaole looked for medicine but found the bottle was empty.

Song Tingxue said, “Xiaole, go home and get this medicine, and also the other kind of custom-made Chinese herbal medicine the hospital gave me.”

Xiaole nodded. “I’ll go now. Sister Song, you rest for a while.”

Xiaole rushed back to Hidden Mountain Villa, rang the doorbell, but no one answered. Yan Qingqi wasn’t home.

Xiaole had no choice but to call Yan Qingqi. “Sister Yan, where are you?”

Yan Qingqi, who was out delivering takeout, felt a jolt of alarm when she received the call. “I… I’m out. Is something wrong?”

“I’m at your front door, back to get something for Sister Song.”

Just as she feared.

“Wait for me. I’m coming right back. Give me a few minutes.”

“Okay.” Xiaole hung up, walked to the shade of a tree across the street, and waited, looking around.

Unexpectedly, as she glanced around, she saw a person walk out of a nearby villa. The person was tall and slender, and the silhouette looked familiar.

Wait a minute! Isn’t that Sister Yan?

Right after, a young girl walked her to the door, talking to her. They looked very familiar. After the girl left, Yan Qingqi lifted her hand to wipe sweat from her forehead and hurriedly got into her car.

Xiaole: “!!!”

A moment later, Yan Qingqi drove back. She still had three orders to deliver for lunch, but Yan Qingqi ignored them and rushed into the house first.

Xiaole asked, “Sister Yan, where were you?” She immediately noticed the takeout containers on the passenger seat.

Yan Qingqi followed her gaze. “Well, I… I went to buy lunch.”

“Sister Yan, you’re eating that much by yourself?” Xiaole’s eyes were sharp. “And those are the same three portions, aren’t they?”

Sister Yan is clearly hiding something!

Yan Qingqi lied. “Oh, I have a big appetite. The portions at that place are small. I have to eat two portions at once. I bought an extra one in case I get hungry this afternoon. By the way, Xiaole, why did you rush back suddenly? What’s going on?”

“Sister Song’s stomach pain flared up. I came back to get her medicine.”

Yan Qingqi was stunned. “I’m sorry, is Sister Song’s stomach not well?”

Xiaole’s expression immediately darkened. “Sister Song has been having stomach pain for over a year! You’ve been dating her all this time and you didn’t know? You really care a lot, don’t you!”

Yan Qingqi: “…”

“I’m truly sorry. I really didn’t know. Thank you for telling me. I’ll take better care of Sister Song from now on.”

Xiaole had been ready for an argument, but the other person’s attitude was surprisingly good.

“That would be for the best.” With that, Xiaole walked to the fridge to get the medicine. In a separate compartment in the refrigeration section, she took out a bottle of Chinese herbal remedy.

Yan Qingqi had seen it before and had asked Songsong about it. Songsong had casually said, “It’s medicine. I drink a little when my stomach doesn’t feel well. It’s for maintaining stomach health.”

Yan Qingqi hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

Now she realized that Songsong’s stomach issue was far from the minor inconvenience she had made it out to be.

Xiaole took the liquid medicine and then asked, “Where is the medicine cabinet?”

Yan Qingqi: “…”

Xiaole saw her bewildered expression and frowned even tighter. She easily opened a storage cabinet door, took out a medicine box, rummaged through it, and found a box. She looked at it, then angrily put it down. “It’s expired!”

Yan Qingqi felt she was at fault, and profoundly so. She was one of the mistresses of the house, yet she didn’t even know where the medicine cabinet was, let alone what emergency medicines they kept.

“What medicine is it? I’ll go buy it right now.”

Xiaole finally couldn’t hold back and shot her a venomous look. “No need. I’ll buy it myself and head straight back to the set.”

Yan Qingqi’s face burned with embarrassment.

After Xiaole stormed out, Yan Qingqi stood there frozen for a long time before slowly sitting down.

In that instant, guilt, shame, and self-reproach crashed through her.

Even if Songsong had found her and brought her home, even if they hadn’t been together before, they were married now and had been living together for days. How could she not notice something like this?

Yan Qingqi took a long, deep breath, unable to forgive her own carelessness.

Her phone vibrated non-stop. People were hurrying their orders. [Boss Yan, why hasn’t my takeout arrived yet?]

Yan Qingqi saw the messages and suddenly felt it was pointless. Spending half the day busy, earning a little money, but neglecting Songsong—it didn’t seem worth it.

Yan Qingqi rarely texted Song Tingxue during the day for fear of disturbing her filming. Now, she picked up her phone and sent a message: [Wife, are you okay? Is your stomach better?]

Unexpectedly, she quickly replied, [I’m fine. Did Xiaole go back to get medicine? It’s just a minor issue. I rested a bit, and I’m much better now.]

Yan Qingqi wasn’t stupid. If she wasn’t in serious pain, why would she specifically send Xiaole home?

[Xiaole has already left. You’ll get your medicine soon.]

[Good. Don’t worry.] Songsong even sent a happy emoji to ease her worries.

Yan Qingqi managed a smile, though her heart ached more. [Try to find a chance to slack off today, maybe leave work early and come home.]

On the other end of the phone, Song Tingxue was slightly surprised, but also somewhat amused, that the dignified Miss Yan would tell her to slack off.

[I’ll try my best to succeed at slacking off.]

[Let’s have porridge for dinner tonight. It’s good for the stomach.]

[Mhm. I’ll follow your plan.]

The group chat messages were exploding. Someone even called her via voice chat. Yan Qingqi finally picked up the three portions of takeout and left the house again.

Alone at home in the afternoon, Yan Qingqi started organizing the medicine cabinet. There were stomach medicines, cold medicines, fever reducers, anti-inflammatories, and joint pain balms, as well as band-aids.

Yan Qingqi rummaged through it and found that over half the medicine in the cabinet was expired. She cleared out all the expired medicine, wrote down the names, and re-ordered new ones online.

Afterward, she started getting familiar with everything in the house again—every cabinet, every corner, every decoration. She realized that Songsong really loved strawberry patterns. Not only were her pajamas, slippers, and curtains covered in them, but also throw pillows, decorations, and even small stickers.

Perhaps Songsong really liked strawberry shortcake. She remembered what Sister Luosi had said: the Coblan brand of cake shops had become niche in recent years, with only a few stores left in S City.

Yan Qingqi secretly decided that she absolutely had to buy her wife a Coblan strawberry shortcake.

“That’s a wrap!” The director shouted. Everyone scattered, like ducks released from a cage. They were excited, chatting, laughing, and packing up their equipment.

As usual, Song Tingxue prepared to remove her makeup and go home. Xiaole suddenly tugged her sleeve. “Sister Song, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

Xiaole looked at the people walking back and forth and pointed to a secluded spot. “Let’s talk over there.”

Xiaole had been holding back her anger, afraid of disrupting Movie Queen Song’s work. Now that work was done, Xiaole couldn’t hold it in anymore. No matter what, she couldn’t let Sister Song be taken advantage of.

Song Tingxue asked, “What’s wrong?”

Xiaole said, “Sister Song, I went to your house to get medicine, right? Sister Yan wasn’t home, so I called her. And then, do you know what I saw? I saw Sister Yan coming out of another villa in your community, looking very familiar with the hostess there. Sister Yan looked flustered when she left.”

“She was clearly in the community, yet she drove her car. I asked her where she went, and Sister Yan said she went to buy lunch. But she clearly had three portions of food in her car. Could she possibly eat that much by herself? She must have been planning to eat with someone.”

“She was probably going to eat with that woman from the villa.”

The more Xiaole talked, the angrier she got. She cursed Yan Qingqi in her mind. It’s one thing to live off of your wife. It’s another thing to cheat! Taking advantage of Sister Song being away filming during the day to mess around with someone else. Xiaole’s teeth were grinding. If she could, she would grab Yan Qingqi and break her legs.

“Sister Song, you need to be careful of her. Don’t let her fool you.”

Song Tingxue lowered her head, her gaze obscured. “Maybe she just went to visit a neighbor?”

Xiaole’s reaction to this was surprisingly sharp. “Who goes to a neighbor’s house for a visit right at dinner time? Unless they arranged to eat together.”

Song Tingxue didn’t speak. She remained silent, her beautiful brows furrowed.

That night, Song Tingxue returned home and felt like something was different, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what. She looked around and noticed a bouquet of fresh flowers on the dining table and another by the sofa. The flowers were vibrant yet elegant.

Yan Qingqi asked, “What do you think? Are these two bouquets pretty?”

“Very pretty. They’re well-arranged,” Song Tingxue said with a soft smile.

“Doesn’t it make the house feel warmer, more like a home?”

“Mhm. It’s looking more and more like our home.”

Song Tingxue looked at Yan Qingqi, who smiled gently. “Do you like our home?”

“Yes, I do. It’s our home, of course I like it!”

Yan Qingqi walked over and took Songsong’s hand, leading her to the dining table. “We’re eating simply today. I put yam and shredded chicken in the porridge, and three light stir-fry dishes.”

Song Tingxue smiled. “That’s perfect.”

The two sat down to eat. Yan Qingqi served her wife. “Eat slowly. It’s better for your stomach.”

“It’s fine. My stomach problem is minor. It was probably the combination of spicy and cold food today.”

“I’ll go to the hospital with you for a check-up. When are you free? Why don’t you rest for two days, and we’ll go the day after tomorrow?”

Song Tingxue saw how worried she was and reassured her. “I’m really fine.”

“How can you be fine? I called Doctor Shen. She said your stomach problem isn’t minor. You need at least one check-up a year, and you haven’t gone this year. You have to go! If you don’t get checked, I can’t rest or sleep.”

Seeing that she wouldn’t give up, Song Tingxue relented. “Okay, I’ll go. This drama is about to wrap up. Can we go after it’s finished?”

“When will it wrap up?”

“In about ten days, around the end of the month.”

“Fine, we’ll go after it wraps up.” Yan Qingqi served her more food, her eyes full of affection. “Also, the doctor said absolutely no alcohol. If you need to drink in the future, I’ll go with you as your personal assistant. You’ll have to drink at the wrap party, right? I’ll drink it for you.”

Song Tingxue thought for a moment and reluctantly nodded. “Okay.”

“And you are not allowed to drink coffee anymore. I was foolish to buy you a cup every morning before.”

At the mention of no coffee, Song Tingxue immediately protested. “It’s fine. Coffee doesn’t bother me. How about I only drink half a cup a day from now on? Is that okay?”

“No!”

“Then once every other day. That has to be acceptable.”

“No!”

Song Tingxue gritted her teeth. “Then once a week?”

“No! No coffee at all! Not a single drop until your stomach is fully healed!” Yan Qingqi left no room for negotiation.

Song Tingxue felt a flash of irritation for the first time.

“I’m taking medicine. It’s okay to drink it occasionally.”

“Stomach issues recur easily. It won’t get better if it keeps getting worse and better. You can’t stop the medicine, but you can’t have a single drop of coffee.”

A hint of frustration clouded Song Tingxue’s cool, snow-like eyes. She looked visibly unhappy, her nose slightly flared, like an annoyed fairy-cat.

“Wife, don’t be angry. Your health is the most important thing. We have a whole lifetime together, you know. If something happens to you, who will keep me company?”

Song Tingxue had been slightly annoyed, but at the mention of “a whole lifetime,” her irritation vanished instantly. When she heard “who will keep me company,” her heart warmed.

“I thought you might miss the taste, so I bought you some soft, sugar-free gummy candies. If you really can’t resist, you can have one. I have carrot, strawberry, watermelon, and peach flavors.”

“I want the strawberry flavor. I don’t want the carrot flavor.”

“Okay, you can have all the strawberry ones, and I’ll take the carrot ones.” Yan Qingqi saw her finally smile and served her more food, her eyes full of affection. “Eat slowly.”

“Mhm.” Song Tingxue ate, and their eyes met across the table, both smiling sweetly.

“A-Yan, your cooking is truly delicious.”

Yan Qingqi was a little smug. “See? Then eat more.” As the words left her mouth, she suddenly remembered. “No, no, no. Don’t eat too much. Don’t overeat. Your stomach is not well. Six or seven-tenths full is enough.”

Song Tingxue smiled faintly. Could her A-Yan be the type to secretly cheat on his wife? No, she didn’t believe it. The Miss Yan she knew was the kindest and noblest person in the world.

After Song Tingxue showered, she immediately lay down. Yan Qingqi snuggled closer. “Wife, how is your stomach?”

“It’s good. It feels fine.”

Yan Qingqi saw her lie down and immediately covered her with the blanket, specifically tucking the blanket over her stomach. “You can’t let your stomach get cold.”

Song Tingxue saw her gentle and protective gestures, treating her like a baby—tender and full of love. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around A-Yan’s neck and burrow into her embrace.

Yan Qingqi held her close, parting her dark, silky hair and gently stroking Songsong’s face. Her palm was soft and warm. It rested on Songsong’s cool, pale skin, gently tracing the contours of her cheek.

Song Tingxue looked straight at her.

A-Yan’s features and demeanor had a certain aristocratic reservedness, sometimes giving people a sense of distance. But the look in her eyes now was incredibly gentle and deeply affectionate.

Being looked at by those eyes, Song Tingxue felt she was the happiest person in the world.

“In the future, you have to tell me whenever you feel unwell, okay? I’m your Alpha. I should protect you and take good care of you.”

Song Tingxue’s heart warmed. She buried her head in Yan Qingqi’s neck. “A-Yan, you are so good to me.”

Yan Qingqi said, “I’m your wife. Of course, I have to be good to you.”

Song Tingxue’s heart trembled. She held her tighter. “Will you always be this good to me?”

“Yes. We’re married. Isn’t that wonderful? We’ll live happily ever after.”

She felt the person in her arms tremble and worriedly asked, “Wife, what’s wrong? Is your stomach hurting again?”

“No, no,” Song Tingxue’s eyes were red. “I’m afraid that none of this is real, that I’m dreaming, dreaming that you’re holding me, saying you love me, and saying we’ll be happy forever.”

No matter how much Song Tingxue tried to avoid it, she had lied to A-Yan. No, she had woven a beautiful lie from the beginning, claiming she was her girlfriend just to claim A-Yan for herself.

But a lie was a lie.

The castle of happiness built on that lie would eventually collapse.

The thought filled Song Tingxue with an unspeakable fear and worry, making her feel fragile, like someone walking on the edge of a cliff.

“Of course it’s real. I’m holding you right now,” Yan Qingqi smiled gently, pulling her into her embrace and holding her tightly. “I love you, Songsong. That will never change. We will be happy forever.”

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Author’s Note:

Song Tingxue: I lied to A-Yan. She’ll never forgive me if she finds out.

Yan Qingqi: Wife, don’t be afraid. I already know you lied to me.