The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 12

Chapter 12:

That graduation ceremony at UE was a resounding success, like a tsunami.

Especially Mu Sixue’s appearance, in her two different personas—whether as the cool and compelling drummer in the opening ensemble or as the gentle and moving Su after her costume change.

The surprise of this contrast.

It was as if she were a completely different person from the usual cold, unapproachable, high-and-mighty top student.

“The opera… Mu Sixue…” Yan Qinghe’s furrowed brow slowly smoothed out as she delved into her memories.

Sometimes, she felt that Mu Sixue was shrouded in a mysterious veil, making her impossible to see through. And yet, at other times, she felt that the other woman laid all her true feelings bare before her.

She still didn’t understand her.

She only knew that she needed Mu Sixue, just as the Yan Corporation needed her.

Regarding the invitation to join the Yan Corporation, she decided to communicate with her personally, via video call.

A huge, ice-blue projection screen radiated into the air from the top of her phone.

It was nearly the size of an entire wall. The projection touched the wall and then quickly and automatically captured the shape of the space, bouncing off the wall and stabilizing in a perfectly proportioned square in front of Yan Qinghe.

The video screens in D Country used the latest technology, forming in the air with something close to protons.

Each invisible screen was bound to the owner’s phone, with its own model number, and could only be unlocked by the owner’s retina. This greatly prevented crime.

Her video screen was still the “A5277” model. The moment it opened, it formed from a starry heart into the words “Ji Qianqian (heart) Yan Qinghe” before reverting to A5277, displayed in the upper right corner of the screen.

Like the startup screen of a phone from a bygone era.

A5277. Seeing this familiar number, Yan Qinghe couldn’t help but frown. This was an invisible screen model she had bought for an extra price, meaning “I love Qianqian.”

She let out a soft breath, her hand clenched into a fist, lightly touching her forehead. Her long lashes trembled as she closed her eyes.

In her past life, she had thought Ji Qianqian had deliberately gotten close to her just to steal R7. In despair, she had coldly torn up their marriage certificate and demanded a divorce.

She had slammed the door open, leaving Ji Qianqian kneeling on the floor, tears in her eyes, piecing the marriage certificate back together, bit by bit.

At the last moment before leaving, she had thought: I will never return to this home again.

There was no one who loved her. The person she loved most had never loved her.

As she left, she had accidentally knocked over a vase, shattering it on the floor and blocking the path to the marriage certificate on the ground.

One last look back before she left. She saw Ji Qianqian kneeling on the shards, using her knees as legs, stretching out her hand to reach the marriage certificate.

The golden sunlight, filtering through the window gauze, cast a fragile yet stubborn light and shadow on her.

Like the clay doll Ji Qianqian had made for them, it would break with a heavy touch.

“Why are you doing this?” Yan Qinghe had wanted to just leave. But Ji Qianqian let her fair skin press against the broken glass, tearing at the surface of her flesh and blood.

Biting her lip, she lifted her tearful eyes, as if saying goodbye, but also as if trying to make her stay.

Crazy! Is she trying to make me stay by nearly killing herself?

She had never seen this side of Ji Qianqian. Her lashes were wet with dew-like weakness. She said sorrowfully, “Qinghe, don’t go.”

In the end, her heart softened for a moment. She pressed her lips together, went forward, and, with a cold face, swept Ji Qianqian into her arms. Qianqian buried her head in her neck, and she felt a cool dampness.

“Qinghe, I’m sorry…” More words were stuck between her lips and teeth, difficult to say.

Qianqian fell asleep just like that, as if her arms were a safe harbor.

Sorry? Unfortunately, she didn’t need her apology.

After tending to Qianqian’s wounds, she still quietly closed the door and left with a heavy heart.

At least… there is someone in this world who is truly good to me.

In life, love isn’t the only emotional hope.

At least, she still had her Little Aunt, Xi Zhaowan.

And, R7 was an inhibitor invented by Xi Zhaowan. For both emotional and logical reasons, she should explain it to her properly.

At that time, although Aunt Wan was busy looking for Yan Qing, fantasizing about going to the cultivation world or having Yan Qing return to the ABO world, she still offered her gentle comfort when she arrived.

Just like when she was a child, she rested her head on Xi Zhaowan’s lap, her lashes damp.

“Perhaps Qianqian has her own difficulties?” On the coffee table in front of the sofa, more than half was covered with stacks of ancient books, and the rest were business and scientific research books from before.

As a titan of scientific research and a former president of the Yan Corporation, Xi Zhaowan was well-versed in the ways of the business world, skilled at reading people, and quite knowledgeable about Ji Qianqian’s family background.

“Qianqian’s stepmother, Shen Manting, has her eyes on the Ji Corporation. The beta son, Tianbao, whom she raised with such difficulty, failed to become the heir, and Qianqian took the lead instead. Do you think someone as vengeful as Shen Manting would let Qianqian go?”

“No.” Yan Qinghe remembered a “mistaken” kidnapping. Afterward, when Yan Qing accompanied Ji Qianqian home, her first suspicion was that the stepmother was behind it.

“Perhaps it’s to strengthen the Ji Corporation?” Yan Qinghe looked up from Xi Zhaowan’s lap. She suddenly remembered a suspicion she had always had: Qianqian had probably married her to smoothly become the heir of the Ji Corporation.

After all, having the chairwoman of the Yan Corporation as a wife was a much stronger chip than Shen Manting’s outwardly strong but inwardly weak beta son.

Xi Zhaowan smiled and shook her head, as if she could see the reflection of Yan Qing, who had once possessed her, through Qinghe’s familiar face.

Their faces were so similar, yet their personalities were completely different.

Qinghe… seemed tough, but she was more delicate and soft on the inside.

The other side of softness is also fragility.

She gently peeled back the layers of the veil. “Since Qianqian has become your wife, your future children will be the leaders of both the Ji and Yan corporations. What need does she have to steal R7?”

“It’s even more unnecessary to let this incident become the fuse for a future explosion between you two.”

It seemed so. Then why would Qianqian do it?

When she frowned, her beautiful phoenix eyes were also frosted over. Under the frost, she longed, secretly, to find all sorts of excuses for Ji Qianqian.

To hint to herself that there was a slight possibility that she loved her.

Xi Zhaowan stroked her head, then gracefully stood up and went to the kitchen to cut an orange into slices.

She removed the peel that Qinghe had disliked since she was a child, leaving only the sweet, crescent-shaped slices arranged neatly in a clean, white porcelain bowl.

As she peeled the last slice.

Yan Qinghe subconsciously opened her mouth, waiting to be fed like when she was a child. Xi Zhaowan only smiled and watched her with her slender, graceful posture.

Yan Qinghe’s face flushed. In front of Aunt Wan, she always thought she was still a child.

After this interruption, and with Xi Zhaowan’s probing questions, her initially turbulent mood, like alum in water, became clear.

Yan Qinghe took two silver forks with lion heads and snake bodies from the rack, handed one to Xi Zhaowan, and stabbed one into an orange slice herself.

The sweet orange juice in her mouth was like the summer when she first met Ji Qianqian.

“Since the loss outweighs the gain, Aunt Wan, why would Qianqian do this?”

The clear water from the water purifier flowed in a thin stream over Xi Zhaowan’s jade-like, slender fingers.

At that time, water resources were already very scarce. Foreign trade wars, besides being over inhibitors, were often fought over water.

Although Xi Zhaowan liked to be clean, her deeply ingrained upbringing made her very careful with water.

The water purifier automatically turned off. Xi Zhaowan turned around and posed a very crucial question: “The party that benefits the most from an event is often the one behind it.”

“Who is the beneficiary of this incident?”

“The Ji Corporation.” Yan Qinghe had a sudden realization. She was smart and understood immediately. “The leader of the Ji Corporation is Ji Yang, but Qianqian is Ji Yang’s daughter. Our child is also his granddaughter or grandson…”

It didn’t make sense!

Xi Zhaowan pressed her shoulder, stopping her train of thought. “Who else? Someone who has a close relationship with the Ji Corporation.”

Ji Qianqian’s stepmother?

“You know Qianqian is an illegitimate daughter, and her birth mother has always been in the countryside… Qianqian, at heart, is a very filial child.”

Although she had initially suspected that Yan Qing liked Qianqian and had been secretly jealous, after Yan Qing had shown with her sincere actions that she had never had feelings for Ji Qianqian, she had cast aside her old views and decided to get to know Ji Qianqian anew.

Besides, R7 was the fruit of her years of hard work in the field of scientific research, and she didn’t want someone to steal her credit.

Before Xi Zhaowan could finish, Yan Qinghe had already understood. She excitedly grabbed Xi Zhaowan’s hand and shook it. “So, is it possible that Shen Manting threatened Qianqian with her birth mother—and Qianqian had no choice but to steal the R7 information?”

When you love someone, you can always easily find the perfect excuse for them. Even if it’s true.

“The child is teachable!” Xi Zhaowan’s eyes twinkled with a smile. She pulled her hand away and, with a slender finger, tapped Yan Qinghe’s still-sharp and clever forehead.