The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 101

Chapter 101:

Accept or refuse?

The hidden mission that the system had proposed to Mu Sixue was undoubtedly a difficult test. Even the thought of refusing it outright was stuck on the tip of her tongue, going in circles, unable to be spoken.

Accepting the mission and successfully helping Ji Qianqian and Yan Qinghe get together would allow her to escape the fate of dying at the age of 33 in her previous world.

If she didn’t accept, she, who had completed the world’s child’s wish mission, would be like a discarded chess piece, quietly disappearing in the cold winter night of her fate.

Extremely strange, extremely absurd.

Fate was extremely good at, just as a person had walked through a long, dark road and was about to welcome a bright and beautiful spring, dragging them back into an endless, cold and damp cave.

Mu Sixue asked herself, even if she had to watch Yan Qinghe change her mind and fall for Ji Qianqian again, it would be hard to accept. Not to mention, letting her, who was pregnant with Yan Qinghe’s child, help the child’s mother get together with another woman?

How could she?

She, at twenty-eight, would die in five years. Summer would be by her side, and they would still have five years to spend together. With time and deep affection, would Summer be able to accept her death then? She couldn’t imagine how Summer, alone with the baby, would get through the long nights.

But it was a good thing she had the baby. She thought that if she were gone, considering the baby, Summer probably wouldn’t do anything foolish.

If it were the her before she had come to this world, she would have been unwilling to passively accept her fate. But in the previous world, her relatives had left one by one, and the system, as if it had foreseen everything, had arranged people’s thoughts and actions for her in advance. All she had to do was follow its problem-solving logic to arrive at the perfect answer.

Just like Mu Sichen’s congenital heart disease, after she had completed the mission, she had miraculously recovered her health and vitality.

Before she had met He Ziyu, the system had tactfully hinted to her that there was still a hidden mission. If she didn’t do it, she would probably die. At that time, she had agreed without a second thought.

She had not foreseen that it would be such a mission… Mu Sixue curved her lips, wanting to mock, but her lips were pursed, and all she could taste was bitterness.

She couldn’t resist such a fate, nor could she abandon her current lover. She vaguely felt that a pair of eyes was watching her with amusement, like a cat staring at a mouse in its palm, testing whether it would dare to fight for its food or would flee into a hole.
All her unwillingness and frustration, when she was held in Yan Qinghe’s warm hands, had all vanished.

She had discarded her usual cold pride and, in the ups and downs of her emotions, in Yan Qinghe’s diligent cultivation, the sweat on her forehead had condensed into a fine drop and had fallen on the corner of her lips. She had couldn’t help but lick it. It was the taste of her alpha.

And it could only be hers.

Summer, get together with Ji Qianqian, or I’ll die. Mu Sixue couldn’t say such a thing.

Even if she told Summer the truth, and the other was willing to be with Ji Qianqian for her sake, it would be a kind of harm to Ji Qianqian. She couldn’t do such a thing.

Accepting the mission, she would be unwilling. But the thought of Summer being with another woman after her death, this premature assumption, made her, while doing it, be so distracted that her nails had scratched the other’s shoulder blades and she couldn’t help it.

On the second day after she had woken up, she had begun to regret her indulgence of last night. It was best not to be intimate in the first three months of pregnancy. Later, she had thought about it. It had been less than a week since she had gotten pregnant. It probably wouldn’t have much of an impact. She would just consider it as indulging herself once.

She had only tested Summer a few times in the morning, and this person had eagerly expressed that without her, she would never be with Ji Qianqian.

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People’s hearts are like illusions, and a chance embrace is not a reunion. Yan Qinghe now understood the meaning of this sentence. Why had they been so in love last night, and after so long, Mu Sixue was asking her this hypothetical question?

Had she done something wrong? Or was it just a small friction between lovers, a small argument? If it was the latter, she could feel a little more at ease.

She saw this as Mu Sixue’s insecurity towards her. Because she cared about her, she would ask a question like “will you be with Ji Qianqian,” which in her eyes was impossible.

So her senior was also jealous because of her. Yan Qinghe smiled secretly. No wonder she was so proactive last night. Was it just because she had seen Ji Qianqian that her senior had been stimulated?

Yan Qinghe smiled happily. The more Mu Sixue held her, even if she was being a little petty, or saying more unreasonable things, she liked it very much. She even felt that Mu Sixue was like this too little.

Most of the time, Mu Sixue was cold and detached. It was as if her relationship with her was just an accident, a whim, a spring love.

Her sense of security was a little satisfied. Gradually… the uncomfortable feeling in her heart began to be chewed over and over. That day, Mu Sixue had been like a little woman, asking her seriously once, and then had returned to her strong woman mode.

The three key projects of the Yan Corporation, the woman had devoted herself to them during working hours, more like the chairman than she was.

For the first time, Yan Qinghe was jealous of her own company. Mu Sixue was working so hard for her company, but she was still worried about gains and losses.
She felt sorry for her, so she thought of being even better to Mu Sixue, and at the same time, to get her attention.

“Sixue, let’s not work overtime today, okay?” She was like a soft little poplar tree, her tall and straight posture, her pretty face brushing against the woman’s dignified and elegant neck. She blew a breath and felt the other’s typing fingers curl up cutely.

From the chairman’s threats and promises to acting cute and pitiful, she had not been able to get a single glance from the woman. This diligent posture was as if she wanted to send the Yan Corporation to the top of the prominent family enterprises in one fell swoop.

There was still a long way to go. How could she ruin her health? At this time, she did not know that Mu Sixue had been pregnant for more than a week. If she had known, she would never have let her work so hard.

Yan Qinghe hid the uncomfortable feeling in her heart. Her long, slender, and well-defined fingers, sometimes pinching, sometimes hammering the other’s shoulder, she mumbled, “My Sister Xue, you’re always looking at the computer and not at me. If this continues, I’ll almost forget what you look like.”

The fingers on the keyboard paused. She heard the woman’s voice soften. “Is that so?” A soft sigh, like a wisp of a willow catkin floating in the air.

Perhaps her words had had an effect. That day, Mu Sixue had gotten off work early, and their communication had become much more frequent than before. Because Mu Sichen was out, neither of them had said it, but seven out of ten times, you go to my place, and occasionally I go to your place to sleep. It was a hassle to go back and forth, and it was a pity for the three times they were alone.

Time was compressed, was refined. Even on the three nights they were alone, Yan Qinghe wanted to be with Mu Sixue.

Yan Qinghe secretly brought Mu Sixue’s things to her own home, one by one.

When Mu Sixue was about to apply her skincare products after her bath at night, Yan Qinghe, at the right time, sent a text, “Sixue, you’ve left a few of your things at my place.”

Recently, the atmosphere between the two of them had been a little turbulent. Yan Qinghe seemed to be competing with her, proving her love and care for her, trying to use the thoughtful details of her life, the clingy heat in bed, to prove her long-lasting obsession, and occasionally with a little scheming.

She had deliberately said this, but she hadn’t helped her bring them over.

“Sister Xue, I want you to come and sleep at my place,” was her real thought.

Mu Sixue saw through her and smiled faintly, not exposing her. She replied with a “good.” She stood up gracefully, coiled her shoulder-length hair up, and typed something on her laptop.

If she were not in this world, would the words she left behind prove her existence? She had asked the system if Yan Qinghe would forget her if she died.

She hoped she would forget her, but she also didn’t want her to forget. All sorts of contradictory thoughts forced her to open her laptop…

The next day, after work, Yan Qinghe excitedly pulled her to see the two-person world she had arranged for them. The king-size bed had been replaced with a medium-sized one, and the wardrobe had been installed in a duplex style, with both of their clothes inside. The mouthwash cups, toothbrushes, slippers… were all couple’s items.

Mu Sixue didn’t like the lights to be too bright at night, so she had adjusted them all to a soft tone. The original desk and chair had been replaced with a large desk and an ergonomic adjustable chair, according to the habits of a city person.

Mu Sixue liked to read. She had moved half of the study to the bedroom, saying that Mu Sixue could read, and she could just look at Mu Sixue.

The study was a person’s private domain. She didn’t want to sleep alone at night and leave Mu Sixue alone in the study to work. Even if she had to work overtime, she would be with her.

Mu Sixue looked at Yan Qinghe’s joyful and lively expression. The alpha’s affectionate phoenix eyes were filled with an infinite and beautiful vision of the two of them. She swallowed the words she was about to say, closed her office computer, and threw out a sentence, “I’ll go take a shower first.”

With a snap, the door closed. Yan Qinghe blinked, as if a cold wind had blown in her face. She shuddered. The room was clearly very warm.

The electronic smart butler in the bathroom adjusted the room temperature to the most suitable temperature for a bath. Mu Sixue leaned against the door, her teeth chattering slightly. After a long while, she squatted down, covered her face with her hands, and took a deep breath. She expressionlessly stepped into the bathtub with her pale white long legs, as if she were stepping into a new life.

At the right time, Yan Qinghe received a request from her subordinate. President Mu’s latest instruction was that the data of a certain project’s statistics needed to be checked.

She glanced at the half-closed computer on the desk. She remembered that she had just seen the spreadsheet page that Mu Sixue had opened. After a moment’s hesitation, she opened the computer…

“What’s wrong?” The fragrance of a snow lotus and a gentle voice came from all directions to Yan Qinghe. She curved her lips and suddenly stood up. “Nothing.”

Her fingertips were clenched into her palm, then slowly released, and she repeated this three times.

Mu Sixue glanced at her. “Why are your lips so pale? Do you have a cold?”

Her whole body was shrouded in the mist of a recent bath, like a fairy from a dream. She was about to touch Yan Qinghe’s forehead, worried that she was really not feeling well.

Yan Qinghe turned her head to the side and tried to steady her breathing. “What if I really have a cold?” Would you stay and take care of me?

As expected, the other replied as she had expected.

Her heart leaped with a smile. “But I don’t want to infect you.”

“Sixue, I’ll sleep in the study tonight.”

She turned and was about to leave, her stride not at all like someone who was sick.

Mu Sixue held the corner of her clothes, her chin slightly raised, her smooth lines tense with a final pride. “Do you have to go there?”

“Yes, this is my wish.”