The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 67

Chapter 67:

Yan Qinghe was stunned by the scene for a long time, unable to come to her senses. She had not seen the expected dangerous scene.

Two beauties, each as beautiful as the autumn scenery.

Her senior was not being coerced by He Ziyu. On the contrary, she was very intimate with Ji Qianqian. What was going on?

Ji Qianqian winked at her, her beautiful eyes filled with an ambiguous and difficult to understand light.

Mu Sixue raised her eyebrows almost imperceptibly. Just as she was about to push Ji Qianqian away, the great Miss Ji had very considerately gotten off Mu Sixue’s lap, taken off her ponytail, and her long wavy hair, with her graceful figure, swayed towards Yan Qinghe’s shoulder and neck.

Yan Qinghe stepped back and asked alertly, “Ji Qianqian, what are you trying to do?”

Could it be that Qianqian had really fallen for Mu Sixue and no longer liked alphas?

Was her senior’s charm too great after all? Yan Qinghe’s features almost wrinkled together. The more she thought about it, the more it didn’t taste right.

Her heart felt as if it had been flooded with five-flavored yogurt. One moment she was feeling the heartache of “her ex-wife has fallen for someone else,” and the next she realized that “the senior she admired had been hooked up with her ex-wife”… She had become an outsider.

This feeling was not good. She hadn’t even had the chance to confess to Mu Sixue, and her ex-wife had beaten her to it?!

What was this?

Yan Qinghe’s colorful and changing expression, and the surging light in her eyes, were taken in by Ji and Mu. Mu Sixue touched her forehead, and Ji Qianqian covered her lips and teased Yan Qinghe, “Qinghe, don’t overthink.”

Her voice was lowered so that only the two of them could hear, “I brought Mu Sixue here just to find out her identity.”

Then she ambiguously and secretly handed the pheromone collection box to Yan Qinghe and continued in a low voice, “An unexpected gain.”

“Mu Sixue is a hidden gender. She doesn’t like alphas, only because—she is an alpha!”

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Yan Qinghe didn’t remember how she had gotten home. On the desk in her study, on the left was the book Mu Sixue had recommended she read, the first one being the one they had used to communicate their feelings—”The Myth of Sisyphus.”

On the right, the pheromone collection box was quietly placed. Yan Qinghe’s eyelashes trembled, her fingertips paused, and after a moment’s hesitation, she finally mustered up the courage to hold the box in her palm.

In an instant, many images flashed through her mind. She remembered once, after she had sent Mu Sixue home after she had been drugged by He Ziyu, the strange smell she had smelled the moment the door had closed.

It wasn’t perfume, nor was it an omega’s pheromones. It was more like an alpha’s scent. When she opened the pheromone collection box, she was dazed. It was exactly the same as what she had smelled at Mu Sixue’s house.

When this scent was gathered together and she sniffed and savored it, the rejection and agitation of her gland reminded her that the level of the pheromones belonged to an S-class alpha.

The shock made her pupils shrink. She remembered Mu Sixue’s noncommittal reaction when she had said she didn’t like AA love.

In university, Mu Sixue had said she would never fall for an alpha, just because she herself was an alpha?!

Since Mu Sixue didn’t like AA love, why did she hide her gender? Was it also because of family and social needs?

Yan Qinghe smiled bitterly. Zhang Siyu had always said that she was the most beautiful alpha she had ever seen. In front of Mu Sixue, she didn’t dare to claim that. She had been in close contact with Mu Sixue so many times, yet she had been completely unaware.

She was completely pierced by a strange emptiness. AA love was a taboo in her heart. Her mother, Yan Manxing, had a preference for OO love, and she hated Yan Manxing, which made her have a very bad impression of this kind of love.

After all, her orientation had always been omegas. She could accept betas, only because that person was Mu Sixue.

But if Mu Sixue were an alpha… Yan Qinghe slumped in her seat, her whole body as if it had fallen into a glacier. She put the blue-purple confession envelope back in the drawer and covered her forehead with her hands. What should she do?

She lay on the rooftop carpet of the Yan residence, a thin blanket covering her, looking at the starry sky, flickering, just like her heart. The inertia and cognition that had been in her mind for many years made it difficult for her to find her direction.

Although she had comforted He Ziyu and would not have too much prejudice against an alpha who liked alphas.

But if Mu Sixue, as an alpha, hated alphas, even if she could overcome this hurdle in her heart, would Mu Sixue accept her?

She finally understood why, after so long, Mu Sixue had never shown her any direct affection.

But when she had kissed Mu Sixue, the other didn’t seem to be too disgusted?

What was going on? Yan Qinghe’s mind was like a ball of thread. No matter how she tried to untangle it, she couldn’t. Her feelings and doubts were buried together, and she fell into a daze.

The next day, after being blown by the cold wind all night, she had caught a cold. When she woke up, she sneezed. She had always been in good health. She didn’t know if it was because of the cold or because of her inner turmoil.

The cold made her brain numb, and her thoughts also slowed down. She thought, this is also good.

If you are forced to think less, the pain will also be less.

The next day, at the Yan Corporation’s general meeting, Mu Sixue stood in front of the optical computer screen, a white professional suit accentuating her graceful figure. Her voice was clear and her words were distinct. Everyone’s eyes were on her.

Except for Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe’s eyes were lowered, and she was spinning the pen in her hand, looking left and right. She would occasionally whisper to the assistant who was taking notes, instructing her on something.

She was wearing a mask, covering half of her handsome face. She looked expressionless, her expression calm.

When she felt Mu Sixue’s gaze on her, her heart tightened. She wanted to look up, to meet the eyes of the person she had been so moved by yesterday, the person she had made up her mind about, but in the end, she held back.

Even if she didn’t look at Mu Sixue, she could still draw her on the white meeting paper with a pencil.

A beautiful face, a graceful figure, and rosy lips speaking the professional jargon of a high-level executive, yet she could make it simple and easy to understand, concise and to the point.

Mu Sixue was laying out the water resources. The main channel of the Seine River was in H City, and a part of it was polluted and inconvenient to extract. But in the county next to the city, in a place that had not been industrially polluted, they could find the auxiliary channel of the Seine River, and after exploiting it, they could buy it and make it an exclusive water source for the Yan Corporation.

Yan Qinghe lowered her head, her mind on two things at once. She was listening intently and drawing intently.

She had learned a little sketching and was carefully drawing the person who was on her mind with a pencil.

After the meeting, she hid the paper she had drawn on in her notebook, tucked it under her arm, and sighed lightly. I should just throw it in the trash.

Just like putting this thought and the unsent love letter back in their original place.

Mu Sixue noticed that Yan Qinghe was a little strange today. Unlike before, she didn’t stare at her during the meeting. She was wearing a mask and was very quiet.

Was Summer deliberately avoiding her? Mu Sixue took a sip of her coffee. The coffee tasted particularly bitter, and it was difficult to get a sweet aftertaste.

Finally, she put down her coffee, walked out of the president’s office, and followed Yan Qinghe’s figure. Yan Qinghe pressed the elevator button, wanting to go home and rest. It was not a good day to stay in the company for long. She needed to adjust herself.

The clear scent of truffle and white tea wafted over, like a white flower swaying silently in a summer breeze, plucking at Yan Qinghe’s heartstrings.

Mu Sixue was walking a little fast. She had heard from her second assistant that Chairwoman Yan was not feeling well and was preparing to go home. Her upbringing and her habitual rules were telling her that this kind of walking was too hasty and lacked grace.

With a faint worry, she still chased after her. The hem of her skirt, when she stopped, was like a swirling petal.

Yan Qinghe knew that Mu Sixue was by the elevator. Her eyes flickered, and her heart pounded. When the elevator door opened, she gritted her teeth and strode in first, without greeting Mu Sixue.

Does her senior also have something to do? Mu Sixue was beside her, and the two of them were in a quiet elevator. Yan Qinghe was a little awkward.

Mu Sixue raised her hand, wanting to touch Yan Qinghe’s forehead. The alpha’s mask covered most of her face, and she couldn’t read her thoughts. It was like today’s cloudy day, and her mood also became heavy and uneasy.

But before her hand could touch her, Yan Qinghe had moved back a few steps. It was she who had a cold, but she was like she was avoiding a source of infection.

Mu Sixue was stunned. In the depths of her watery eyes, a hint of an invisible dejection quickly expanded and condensed into frost.