The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 52

Chapter 52:

On the top floor of the Jiangbin Grand Hotel, the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered by curtains, and an ambiguous orange light filled the room.

On the large bed, a beautiful woman lay with her eyes closed, her face flushed. Her long, waterfall-like hair was spread out on the clean white sheets like woven cloud brocade, exuding a unique charm.

Beside the bed, a burly man in sunglasses stood straight, like an evil dragon guarding a princess, eyeing any potential intruders.

He Ziyu pressed her left shoulder, which had been dislocated and then put back in place. The spot where Mu Sixue had attacked her still throbbed with a piercing pain.

“What is your background?” He Ziyu sat by the window, her right hand lifting the woman’s chin, her eyes dark.

Mu Sixue felt the approach of a strange finger and frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied, stubbornly turning to the other side.

She could feel the heat surging inside her. The air was filled with the scent of S-class alpha red wine pheromones. Fortunately, she had already…

Even so, she was afraid she couldn’t hold on much longer. She bit her lip.

He Ziyu’s fingers, following her resistance, relentlessly caressed her face, like a cold, venomous snake.

“Get lost…” Mu Sixue said, using all her strength to utter one word.

Even though she had been poisoned with a heat toxin, the woman still exuded an unapproachable, ethereal majesty, like a fairy banished from the nine heavens.

He Ziyu let out a soft “tsk.” “You can really hold on!”

After being hit with a heat-lust poison and touched by her finger, she could still not cling to her and maintain a certain degree of clarity.

If it were an omega, they would have been aroused by her S-class pheromones long ago.

Her fingers twirled a strand of Mu Sixue’s long hair. “Qinghe… what does she like about you?”

She glanced at Mu Sixue’s pale white neck. She was not the omega Qinghe would like.

She sighed deeply. “Is it just because your face is very beautiful?”

So… that’s why Qinghe likes you.

Mu Sixue’s appearance and Ji Qianqian’s were two different styles.

The former was like a white lotus on a snowy mountain, untainted by dust, noble and elegant, both chaste and ethereal, and gracefully charming. The cool clarity of a cloud that easily disperses, a fragile glass, a high-and-mighty flower that can be admired but not reached.

The latter was like a peony, the king of flowers, dazzling and bright, charming and coquettish, both pure and lustful. With a single glance, she could bewitch all living things, a rich and noble flower of the mortal world that could stir desire and fantasy.

“They say a person’s preferences don’t change. It’s one thing for your taste to change, Qinghe,” He Ziyu said with a sense of loss. “But even your orientation has changed.” From omega to beta.

“Is Mu Sixue that worthy of your affection?”

She spoke to the air, as if Yan Qinghe were right in front of her.

Qinghe, if you don’t come, it means you don’t care about Mu Sixue, right?

At this moment, He Ziyu actually hoped that Yan Qinghe wouldn’t come.

She asked the silent, standing burly man, “Do you think Yan Qinghe will come?”

The burly man turned his face in her direction, hearing her voice. It turned out he was blind, with a strong, muscular body and kung fu skills.

He was also the one who had heard the second assistant’s tip-off earlier. He nodded, reassuring his master.

He Ziyu sighed inwardly. She had deliberately pushed her on the phone, just to force Qinghe to come.

Today’s trap for Mu Sixue, she had thought Yan Qinghe wouldn’t take the bait. She hadn’t expected Mu Sixue to be such a good bait.

She hadn’t even taken the initiative to contact Yan Qinghe, and the other had eagerly threatened her.

Their childhood friendship was thinner than paper in the face of beauty.

Having drunk too much red wine, the gland on the back of her neck throbbed at the thought of Yan Qinghe. The thought of the beta woman her beloved liked most lying on her bed made her whole body surge with heat.

He Ziyu decided to take a shower before she began.

In front of the bathroom mirror, she took off her clothes, revealing her flawed body. Contrary to her S-class pheromones, her gland was even smaller than a normal alpha’s… like an infant’s.

After pretending to be a beta for so long, she had begun to see herself as a real beta, even as an omega, to accept the body in the mirror.

This had made her a little self-conscious after her differentiation. Gradually, she began to admire strong alphas, agile, tall, and athletic…

Her innate genes made her crave omega pheromones, while her acquired desire for strength made her long to be a true alpha.

Yan Qinghe, who combined both, had the beauty of an omega and the strength of an alpha. The moment she had saved her in her youth, she was like a hero in her life, her knight, her princess.

He Ziyu let the shower spray wash over her. She tilted her neck back, her right hand strumming an invisible string…

If only Yan Qinghe could be with her…

As long as it was Yan Qinghe, she would be willing to become an omega, to cast aside the dignity of an alpha.

Since she was flawed, she might as well be completely flawed, and let the scent of a true alpha cover her rugged, long-dry, and unseen heart.

The scent of red wine pheromones in the bathroom grew stronger.

Mu Sixue felt as if her internal organs were soaked in a sea of heat. She had stepped into a dry wasteland, yet her whole body was immersed in a hot spring, a contradiction of body and mind.

Her long lashes curled up. She closed her eyes. The flush made her look like a drunken fairy. The fairy, unable to bear it, was forced to raise her hand and caress the back of her neck, where an almost transparent protection lay…

If He Ziyu were to get close now, she would smell a special scent.

Unfortunately, He Ziyu, wrapped in a bathrobe, came out of the bathroom and began to slowly approach Mu Sixue.

Although she was an alpha, He Ziyu’s figure was excellent. After taking off her suit, she had a slender waist and full hips, a chest that was a chest, and legs that were legs. Her peach-blossom eyes, after being drunk, had washed away her usual disguise and calmness, and now held a hint of cunning and a hint of a sick-sweetness.

A smile played on her lips. She thought, if Yan Qinghe knew that Mu Sixue had been enjoyed by her before she arrived, what would her reaction be?

This thought made He Ziyu feel a little more amused.

Mu Sixue sensed the dangerous aura. The transparent protection was frozen. In front of a wolf, she remained as quiet as a sleeping beauty, waiting for an opportunity.

He Ziyu moved the knife to the inner pocket of her bathrobe. She took out the small knife and made it dance on her fingertips, step by step approaching Mu Sixue’s face.

If the cold blade got any closer, or if Mu Sixue struggled, the sharp edge would cut her delicate skin, leaving bloody marks.

Mu Sixue wanted to move, but her body was frozen. If she raised her hand, it would be as if she were clinging to something…

The woman’s clothes were in disarray, like a blooming white rose on the bed. He Ziyu sighed softly, her fingers peeling back the rose, bit by bit.

The sound of a plane landing made the air on the top floor tremble with the clamor of an impending earthquake.

Yan Qinghe’s expression was cold. Her black shirt made her lean and strong body look like a god descending. Before she arrived, while flying the plane, she had contacted another shareholder of the Jiangbin Grand Hotel and, through threats and promises, had found out He Ziyu’s room number.

She held an M-series handgun from A-Country. Within its effective range, she found an angle and opened the door lock.

To avoid startling the people inside, she had attached a silencer. The moment she entered, she saw He Ziyu untying Mu Sixue’s clothes.

“Let go of her!” Yan Qinghe aimed her gun at He Ziyu, her voice stuck in her throat, her anger about to burst through her skull.

The recoil from opening the door with the gun made the web of her thumb ache, but she didn’t care. The attendants outside had been mostly dealt with by the Yan Corporation’s “Shadow” guards she had called.

As long as she controlled the situation in the room, she could get Mu Sixue out safely tonight.

“What did you do to Mu Sixue?” Yan Qinghe asked coldly.

Seeing that she had really come, He Ziyu let out a light laugh, both disappointed and excited. She shook her head, got up from Mu Sixue’s bedside, and opened her arms to Yan Qinghe. “Qinghe, you came after all?”

Her voice was tinged with wine, smoky and a little hoarse.

Yan Qinghe walked over step by step, her focused eyes only looking at Mu Sixue with heartache.

He Ziyu sneered coldly. The burly man, receiving her signal, took her place and controlled Mu Sixue.

A gun was pointed at Mu Sixue’s head. It was a revolver.

“So, you’re still not willing to accept my embrace?” He Ziyu asked softly, her eyes full of provocation. “It’s fine if you want to kill me. I’m willing to die at your hands.”

“But I really want this beta you love, Mu Sixue, to be buried with me!”

“What do you want!” Yan Qinghe’s voice grew colder as she saw the gun at Mu Sixue’s temple being pressed tighter and tighter.

He Ziyu: “Put down the gun and come and hug me, okay?”

From their first reunion, when she had opened her arms to Yan Qinghe, she had begun to crave Qinghe’s scent.

Yan Qinghe frowned, unwilling. Before she could hesitate for too long, the burly man cocked the gun and, with a crackle, pressed it against Mu Sixue’s forehead again, just short of pulling the trigger.

“Okay! I promise you.” She gritted her teeth. He Ziyu’s eyes lit up. She half-untied her bathrobe and embraced her. She whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

Her chest heaved. Yan Qinghe was a little breathless. She stiffly let her hands hang by her sides, holding back her disgust for the alpha’s pheromones. “Can you let Mu Sixue go now?”

He Ziyu greedily, like an addict, wanted to lick Yan Qinghe’s scent. “I forgot to tell you, Mu Sixue has been poisoned. Only I have the antidote.”

Yan Qinghe said, “Give it to me!”

He Ziyu: “You answer me first. Why do you like her, even though she’s a beta? Don’t you only like omegas?”

Back then, she had “devolved” into a beta. Yan Qinghe had received the news but had been indifferent. Qinghe clearly knew that she liked her.

Yan Qinghe was helpless. “It has nothing to do with whether she’s a beta or not. Ziyu, I don’t like you. Even if you were an omega, I wouldn’t like you.”

Her reply was decisive, directly cutting off all of He Ziyu’s fantasies.

He Ziyu’s heart suddenly grew cold. Being rejected so bluntly by her beloved made every nerve in her body feel as if a mad dog were dancing on it.

“Good, very good.” She tossed her hair and lifted her chin proudly.

“You want me to let Mu Sixue go and give her the antidote. That’s fine.”

“Tonight, you’ll be with me!”

As long as she was with her for one night, she would let Mu Sixue go. A night of passion, and then no regrets.

Yan Qinghe suddenly stepped back, creating distance between them, and stared at her. “I’m an alpha!”

Was He Ziyu crazy?

He Ziyu turned and walked closer. Yan Qinghe stepped back, and was pushed down to sit on the edge of the bed.

Yan Qinghe deliberately moved towards Mu Sixue, calculating the distance between them. Just as she was analyzing and planning, she was suddenly sat on by He Ziyu.

Yan Qinghe tried her best to hold back her disgust, her fingertips turning white.

This post-shower alpha was shrouded in a misty dampness. Her hands held Qinghe’s and moved down through her bathrobe… The intoxication and the agitation of her pheromones made her actions bold and unrestrained.

Yan Qinghe’s expression changed slightly. “You… how…”

He Ziyu sighed lightly. Her flaw, in front of her beloved, seemed to be pathologically healed.

She lifted her chin. “Qinghe, do you still feel disgusted? I’ll let her go, but you have to be with me tonight.”

Her long, slender legs knelt on the bed, inching closer, praying to the alpha she had had a crush on since she was a girl.

Although her posture was humble, her eyes were proud and condescending, like a superior looking down, speaking the most wanton words in an arrogant tone. “Fxxk me, please!”

Yan Qinghe gasped.

If anyone knew that this arrogant and proud daughter of H City, the mayor’s successor, was begging to be fxxked by an alpha…

They would be shocked.

He Ziyu couldn’t care less anymore.

She had liked playing with Yan Qinghe since she was a child. The other was kind, loyal, and pure. Even in such a family, she had never shown a sad face in front of her.

When she had run away from home and had seen her, she had smiled and said, “Ziyu, long time no see.” She didn’t know when she had become so obsessed with her, even if the other was an alpha…

If she couldn’t have Yan Qinghe, she would never be able to accept anyone else in this life. She only wanted to be possessed by Yan Qinghe, as if that would make her complete, as if she would possess Qinghe’s brightness and purity.

Yan Qinghe held her breath. She was worried about Mu Sixue and had to deal with He Ziyu.

She decisively refused He Ziyu. “No.”

“Is it because I’m an alpha? Do you hate alphas that much?”

Yan Qinghe: “Yes, I have a phobia of alphas. I hate AA love.” She was blunt. Yan Manxing was largely to blame for this, but He Ziyu made her even more afraid of alphas. She didn’t tell her, afraid of making He Ziyu even more frantic.

“I won’t do this with someone I don’t like, even if you were an omega!”

“Very good!” He Ziyu nodded. “Black Mirror!” she called the burly man’s name and got off Yan Qinghe without a second thought.

The passion was gone, her eyes cold. “Kill Mu Sixue!”

Black Mirror followed the order. The revolver spun with a click and was pressed hard against Mu Sixue’s temple. A red mark instantly appeared on the woman’s pale forehead.

Bang! A sudden sound.

Yan Qinghe’s face instantly turned as pale as paper!