The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 1

Chapter 1

Pain! It felt like fully developed joints were snapping and cracking anew.

For a moment, her mind was still in a trance, heavy and groggy. It felt like grains bursting open—with a pfft sound, it seemed on the verge of a sudden explosion.

Perhaps it was because last night, caught up in the excitement with her domestic UE alumni and Senior Sister Mu Sixue, they had chatted too late and she had drunk a bit too much wine.

Now, waking up with a hangover, time seemed to have been crushed and reshaped, making it hard to distinguish when or where she was.

Yan Qinghe opened her hand. It was slender and long, with distinct knuckles. This was her body.

Even though she had been reborn for four years, she still had to reconfirm this every morning.

In her past life, at the age of eighteen, her body had been soul-possessed for a year by a genius cultivation maiden named Yan Qing from another world. Like the original Alpha in all stories, she inevitably was reduced to a supporting character.

During that year, her body was occupied by Yan Qing, while her consciousness entered the Xianglai Illusion. When she returned to her own body a year later, she sensed a drastic change in the attitude of Ji Qianqian, whom she had secretly loved since childhood. The cold shoulder had turned into favor and affection.

The indifference of the past had, in just one year, suddenly transformed into tender devotion.

She had been moved to tears, thinking Ji Qianqian was touched by her sincerity. She didn’t know that many melodramatic things had happened during that year.

First, Yan Qing, who had possessed her body, didn’t care for Ji Qianqian. Instead, she fell for Yan Qinghe’s Little Aunt, Xi Zhaowan. And her aunt was also attracted to the “new version” of her. Just like that, the two of them hit it off over the course of the year.

Although her Little Aunt had no blood relation to her, she was the one who had raised her. Even though the person her aunt fell for wasn’t her soul, but the Yan Qing inside her body…

It would have been one thing if only the Little Aunt, whom she viewed as a mother, fell in love with Yan Qing! But even her ‘White Moonlight’—Ji Qianqian—also fell in love with Yan Qing!

At that time, she didn’t know any of this. After returning to her body, filled with joy, she thought she had finally reached the spring of her love life and married Ji Qianqian.

It wasn’t until their wedding night that she learned Ji Qianqian was treating her as a substitute for Yan Qing; the one Ji Qianqian truly loved was that genius cultivation maiden from the other world.

A year into the marriage, she discovered that this union, starting from Ji Qianqian’s pregnancy, was nothing more than a shocking conspiracy…

How ironic! Was there any Alpha as tragic as she was?

Yan Qinghe pressed her hand against her forehead. Her heart suddenly felt a hollow space, filled with a numb, emptied-out resentment and helplessness.

Qianqian… her Qianqian…

The name “Ji Qianqian” was once held in her mouth with utmost cherishing. Now, it had turned into a faint symbol—nothing more than a former lover, the ex-wife of her past life.

Ji Qianqian’s bright eyes and white teeth had once brushed over her heart like a spring breeze. Between them, there had been scenes of intimacy that felt like falling into a dream…

On the large, empty bed, Yan Qinghe tossed her long body from left to right.

In her past life, she had cried, she had hurt… But after living again, this name brought neither sorrow nor joy when it slid across her chest.

If Ji Qianqian were to appear now, her eyelids wouldn’t even droop, and her eyes wouldn’t even turn.

She had hated Yan Qing for stealing Ji Qianqian’s heart and abducting her Little Aunt—who wasn’t her mother but was better than a mother.

Her biological mother, Yan Manxing, had never appeared during her upbringing; it was always her Little Aunt, Xi Zhaowan, who raised her.

Although she and her Little Aunt were not related by blood, she had regarded her as her closest kin.

The Little Aunt she looked up to and admired, known to the world as the “Rose of the Aristocratic Families,” the number one beauty of H City, and a god in the field of scientific research… would earnestly teach her when she was small, telling her ancient stories page by page.

Distant memories, carrying a river of recollection, surged from her blood. Yan Qinghe sank into them, blinking her moist eyes.

In the dream, she was still a little girl, three or four years old, held in the arms of a devastatingly beautiful, gentle, and elegant woman.

Her pink, chubby face rested in the fragrant, soft crook of the woman’s arm. The storybook was the bridge for their dialogue.

“On the other side of the sea, there was a princess of a kingdom. She was well-protected from a young age, though her father rarely came to visit her. With her big eyes gazing into the distance and her small hands on the railing, she waited and waited. One day, a little girl slightly older than her arrived from the kingdom across the sea. They built sandcastles together, rode the carousel…”

The woman’s hand moved over the exquisitely bound pages of the storybook and stopped. Her lips fell silent.

The woman’s clear, melodious voice was like a refreshing spring. The little girl’s head nodded rhythmically like a pestle pounding corn. Finally, she lifted her pale, pretty face: “And then?”

The woman’s long eyelashes trembled like cicada wings. “And then… they encountered a very terrible thing.”

“They had to… be apart for a while.”

The little girl wouldn’t let go of the adult. The woman covered her eyes, but through the gaps between the scallion-white fingers, the girl saw the illustration in the storybook: the older girl plunged a knife into the princess.

The princess fell with tears in her eyes, blood flowing like a river.

…

Breaking the surface of the river of memory, the princess’s pain seemed to transmit into her own body. Yan Qinghe clutched her chest, panicked and dazed, and called out softly to the woman telling the story: “Little Aunt!”

Looking around, there was only the sound of the air echoing.

Xi Zhaowan, the aunt who had told her stories since childhood, was no longer by her side after the rebirth. She had been taken to the cultivation world by Yan Qing.

Yan Qinghe stretched her long legs and sat up. Her wet lashes covered her eyes, casting a faint shadow.

Scenes from the past life, like moving seats, took a hammer and struck her mind.

Her peerlessly beautiful, pretty rui(Auspicious) phoenix eyes instantly turned cold. Her pupils, pale as amber, and her distinct black and white irises were dyed with frost like snow.

In her past life, she only lived to be thirty-nine. Upon rebirth, she returned to eighteen. In this life, she resolved to focus solely on her career, traveling far away to study finance at UE University abroad.

Now, she was twenty-two, reborn for four years. She had finished her studies and returned to China to take over the company left by Yan Manxing.

She didn’t know that after her car accident in the previous life, news flew like snowflakes, shaking the entire business world.

[Former Chairman of the Yan Group, Former Helm of the Number One Family—Yan Qinghe Dies at the Scene!]

Red headlines in magazines and newspapers, along with trending topics, reached the other side of the ocean. Ji Qianqian, with her chestnut-brown wavy long hair and bright eyes and red lips, laughed leisurely twice.

“Has Qinghe come to loathe me to this extent? She would rather die than see me again?!”

The staggering laughter never reached her throat. Vermilion blood flowed down the corner of her mouth as Ji Qianqian clutched deep at her heart.

In this life and this world, we are separated by life and death. No, whether ascending to the highest heavens or descending to the Yellow Springs, I will entangle with her until the very end! I want to tell her that the person I truly loved has always been…

…

At this moment, Yan Qinghe did not know that Ji Qianqian had also been reborn, only a year later than her. After Ji Qianqian was reborn, she wanted to find her immediately, but by then Yan Qinghe had already gone abroad and blocked all news, keeping her former classmates and friends in the dark.

It wasn’t until she returned to China that she re-established contact with old acquaintances.

A new day. The automatic curtains were opened on time by the electronic butler. The morning light patrolled through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the bed, casting a patch of orange-gold light, washing away the room’s gloom.

The air conditioner fan exhaled a cool breeze, giving Yan Qinghe’s hungover brain a moment of clarity. The Alpha let out a breath and turned on her phone.

Messages came one after another, reminding her of the date.

Mu Sixue: [Summer, how shall we celebrate graduation? DK Bar, I’ll wait for you, okay?]

Zhang Siyu: [Qinghe, good grief, you didn’t even tell us you were back. What, do you want to give Miss Ji a surprise?]

Su Fang: [Qinghe, I heard you’re back. Will you really not see her one more time? Qianqian… cares about you very much.]

Yan Qinghe ignored the last two messages and replied to Mu Sixue first.

“Okay, I’ll come over today.”

The three words “Mu Sixue” brought memories of her four years of studying abroad flooding back. Mu Sixue was her senior sister (Xuejie) and the first friend she made abroad after her rebirth.

**

DK Bar. As soon as Yan Qinghe entered, she saw a beautiful woman with long legs crossed, slender high heels revealing jade-colored ankle bones, lips red and eyes bright. Her straight black hair cascaded like a waterfall. Groups of Alphas and Omegas filed in around her, yet no one dared to step forward to disturb her.

The classic cheongsam wrapped around her body accentuated her figure, making it lithe and curvy, highlighting the curve-destroying beauty found only in the hands of the greatest sculptors.

Her long, narrow phoenix eyes looked disdainfully in all directions. A single cold glance dropped the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

When this devoid-of-warmth gaze landed on Yan Qinghe entering the door, her exquisite chin tucked inward, her red lips hooked slightly, and her clear voice was rich with magnetism. “Summer, you’re here.”

Qinghe’s mood brightened a bit upon seeing Mu Sixue. No one dislikes a beauty, but staring at beauty too long is just eye candy.

However, someone like Senior Sister Mu Sixue—who was not from an aristocratic family but relied on extraordinary effort and superb skills to become the youngest Vice President of the Wei Group, one of the Four Great Families—was different.

One had to look past her beauty and submit to her excellent inner qualities and brilliant intelligence.

They had met at a UE University alumni salon abroad.

As an outstanding alumna, Mu Sixue was imparting experience on how to graduate perfectly to the freshmen.

At that time, Yan Qinghe had not yet recovered from her identity as a poor student and was negligent in social interactions. It was Mu Sixue who extended the olive branch of friendship to her from the crowd.

In the first semester, Yan Qinghe thought she would fail her courses. A few days before the exam, Mu Sixue organized detailed notes for her, addressing her weak points and solving the difficult exam points with ease.

The key points she marked were exactly what appeared on the exam that semester.

Mu Sixue was cold to others but treated her with a unique kindness. At first, Yan Qinghe thought Mu Sixue had ulterior motives.

After distancing herself for a while, she later discovered that Mu Sixue had a boyfriend, and she had to secretly mock herself for overthinking.

She just has a normal attitude of a senior sister toward a junior sister. Did I think everyone would look at me with special affection?

Mu Sixue seemed to change partners constantly, from Beta boyfriends to Omega girlfriends… She wasn’t picky, but what was unique was that Yan Qinghe had never seen Mu Sixue date an Alpha.

Mu Sixue should be a Beta.

Once, Yan Qinghe heard an alumnus ask Mu Sixue, “Have you taken a fancy to any Alpha family? That little junior sister following you around is an S-rank Alpha, isn’t she?”

The teasing and implication were obvious.

Yan Qinghe knew they were referring to her. Her heart tightened, and just as she was about to avoid the awkward scene, she heard Mu Sixue’s indifferent voice, like the scent of truffle white tea on her body, faintly lingering in her ears.

“I’m not interested in Alphas.”

For some reason, Yan Qinghe breathed a long sigh of relief. Since then, she accepted the kindness Mu Sixue offered without any burden.

While she was in university, she introduced Mu Sixue to the Wei Group. Mu Sixue relied on her outstanding ability to be promoted to Vice President within two years, becoming the right-hand woman of Wei Group’s Chairman, Wei Weizhi.

Wei Group’s business spread across Country D and Country A, and every time Mu Sixue went on a business trip, she would come to see her.

Now that Yan Qinghe had returned to China, Mu Sixue was the first to welcome her back.

Yan Qinghe agreed to meet Mu Sixue at the bar this time with another thought in mind. For the past four years, she had hired professional managers to manage the Yan Group remotely, which was quite strenuous.

She hoped Mu Sixue could jump ship from the Wei Group to help her, but she didn’t know how to ask.

Just as Yan Qinghe was about to open her lips, her gaze was disrupted by a familiar figure on the bar stage.

A figure with a graceful body, wavy chestnut-brown curly hair draped over a strapless white dress. Surrounded by security guards, the crowd began to scream.

“Ji Qianqian!”

Screams rose and fell, accompanied by the excited sounds of whistling.

“Today, DK Bar is honored to have invited the new popular starlet, the rookie of the fashion circle—Ji Qianqian!”

DK was a high-end bar, frequented mostly by children of aristocratic families. Instantly, it became as noisy as an ocean. Amidst the heat of the crowd, Ji Qianqian’s gaze was like water, deeply lingering on Yan Qinghe and the cheongsam-clad woman beside her for a moment.

Yan Qinghe gritted her teeth. She had parted ways with her high school friends immediately after her rebirth; how did Ji Qianqian find her?

Was it a coincidence or…

Come to think of it, H City was only so big.

But was there any need for her and Ji Qianqian to be in contact?

The Yan Qing that Ji Qianqian had longed for had already traveled back to her own world. Could it be that she wanted to use Yan Qinghe as a substitute again to revisit an old dream?

Laughable! Ji Qianqian must be dreaming.

Mu Sixue seemed unaware, as if she hadn’t heard the surrounding noise. She took in Yan Qinghe’s fluctuating expression.

Her beautiful, flower-like red lips hooked into an arc.

Smiling, she handed a glass of red wine to Yan Qinghe. Her scallion-white fingertips pressed against the dense liquid, glowing with a greasy jade white.

Her face radiated a pallor cleaner than moonlight, and just like her name, she was pure as snow. Yet, the words she spoke were as gentle as the wind.

“Is something on your mind?”

At this moment, Ji Qianqian had just finished a song. “I dedicate this song to my sweetheart. I hope she can give me another chance to pursue her.”

The more Yan Qinghe listened, the more nauseous she felt inside. The wine burning in her throat scorched intensely. Seeing Ji Qianqian walking closer and closer, Yan Qinghe’s eyes grew colder and colder.

Her beautiful Rui phoenix eyes carried a trace of self-mocking warmth.

She nodded politely to Mu Sixue and said, “I just saw someone I hate. I find it terribly troublesome inside.”

“Oh? Do you need me to help you?” Mu Sixue asked softly, as if asking Yan Qinghe what she wanted for lunch.

Lazy and casual.

Under the synchronized gaze of the crowd, Ji Qianqian’s eyes seemed to move toward the sweetheart from the song. As the principal dancer of the National Theater, her posture was elegant, her steps light as a fairy descending.

“How can you help?” This wasn’t a final exam; she couldn’t avoid it just by highlighting a few key lines.

Yan Qinghe should have been facing a formidable enemy, but she found that facing Ji Qianqian, the pheromone restlessness engraved in her marrow and genes was stirring up her twenty-two-year-old self, making her mind uneasy.

A scent of truffle white tea invaded her. She was pulled down by Mu Sixue’s arm hooked around her neck, and a pair of lustrous red lips tilted up to cover hers.

“Wrap your other arm around me.”

She heard Mu Sixue, arching her swan-like neck, calmly remind her amidst the breathless kiss, gazing with watery eyes, while guiding Yan Qinghe’s hand to encircle the slender waist wrapped in the cheongsam.

Seamless and tight. Every step was as correct and rigorous as every problem she had taught her.

Ji Qianqian’s gaze turned instantly icy. Yan Qinghe tore away from her drowning thoughts, opening her eyes slightly. She seemed to hear Ji Qianqian sneering coldly behind them, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Suddenly, it gave Yan Qinghe a trace of vengeful pleasure.

She wrapped her other hand around Mu Sixue’s other side, pulling her completely into her embrace. Closing her eyes, she sucked deeply on those red lips that had always been polite and self-restrained.

Becoming more and more… immersed and deep.

On one side were two people falling into flames; on the other was a beautiful face cold as frost.