The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 19

Chapter 19:

During a break while the film crew was setting up the lighting, Yan Qinghe picked up the script for the reshoots and began to study it. In black and white on the outside of the script, the Wei Group was listed as the investor. No wonder Wei Weizhi was so invested.

Even though she was very familiar with the game “Strange Jianghu,” when she opened the script, a big question mark formed in her mind.

In the original game, the sword cultivator Ling Han from the Shangqing Pavilion and her senior sister, Shangguan Qingya, were a couple, and she was a mortal enemy of the Demon Palace’s master, Su Qingru. But in the movie, it had been drastically altered, forcefully writing Ling Han and Su Qingru as a couple who loved and killed each other.

In order to revitalize the Demon Sect, Su Qingru obtained the Shangqing Pavilion’s greatest treasure—the Secret Realm Treasure Map—by concealing her demonic aura, disguising herself, and becoming Ling Han’s junior sister.

Ling Han taught her diligently, and Su Qingru gradually fell for her. But she didn’t forget her grand mission. While secretly plotting to steal the treasure map, she seduced Ling Han. During their lovemaking, she drugged Ling Han, kidnapped her to the Demon Sect, and imprisoned her for herself.

Yan Qinghe’s fingers traced the lines of dialogue. All sorts of gasps and sighs of passion took up half the page, along with various forms of coercion, imprisonment, and humiliation play…

After three thousand rounds of lovemaking, Su Qingru returned the treasure map. Just as they were about to achieve a happy ending, a shocking secret once again stood between them… The future was unknown. Love, hate, and passion—could deep feelings withstand a shallow fate?

Then they loved and killed each other again. Every time they met, they would fight first, then become entangled, back and forth, never tiring.

Yan Qinghe touched her forehead and couldn’t help but twitch her lips. Why had the previous actress, Xue Menghuan, finished all the fighting scenes but left all the intimate ones untouched?

Although she only needed to contribute her face, she still had to perform the scenes herself, and then her face would be replaced with Xue Menghuan’s in post-production. What was the difference between that and acting in it herself?

For a moment, she felt the urge to quit. But the thought of Mu Sixue made her take a deep breath. Before filming began, she sent a message.

[Senior, I’ve settled things with Wei Weizhi. After you finish your last project, you can come to the Yan Corporation.]

She imagined the scene of Mu Sixue working at the Yan Corporation. Would it be like in university, where she would take a few sips of coffee and, with a flurry of her fingers, solve countless problems decisively?

Where should she set up Mu Sixue’s office in the Yan Corporation?

When Mu Sixue parachuted into the Yan Corporation, she had to at least give her the position of president to repay her for all her help.

For some reason, the thought of Mu Sixue in a white suit, like a white tulip blooming gracefully in the Yan Corporation’s office, brought a rare sense of freshness to her troubled mind amidst the suffocating crowd.

This deal of temporarily filling in for the filming—it was starting to look like a bargain.

Soon, Mu Sixue replied—

[Where is Summer?]

Yan Qinghe: [I’m out, taking care of some things.]

She didn’t tell Mu Sixue about this. She didn’t want Mu Sixue to have any psychological burden when she came to work at the Yan Corporation.

Following the assistant’s lead, Yan Qinghe left the dressing room. When she arrived at the center of the set, she still caused a small commotion. The entire crew had heard that a stand-in was temporarily replacing Xue Menghuan. But when this temporary actress appeared with a face that was no less, and even far surpassed, the original’s beauty, it was like a building collapsing. The lighting crew, the makeup artists, the people running around—they all secretly locked their eyes on Yan Qinghe, sizing her up.

Ji Qianqian took in all these gazes and pouted, feeling a little jealous. For a moment, she regretted letting Qinghe show her face. She had known since she was a child that Qinghe’s appearance was extremely captivating. So, when she had mistakenly thought that Qinghe’s Little Aunt, Xi Zhaowan, was interested in Qinghe, she hadn’t been too surprised.

It was also expected that Qinghe was voted the number one dream alpha at Hangyu High School.

Qinghe had a good figure. Her habit of exercising regularly gave her a healthy and beautiful physique. And her phoenix eyes, which were full of affection even when she wasn’t smiling, were so deep that they could make a dishcloth look cherished. Although she was an alpha, she had a certain omega-like charm, making it hard to tell her second gender.

In short, she was very attractive, and very annoying—the former was how Qinghe was to others, the latter was how she was to others.

For a moment, she wished she could be like the demoness Su Qingru in the drama and lock Qinghe by her side, to have and to hold.

The fans who were concerned about Ji Qianqian, on the outskirts of the set, saw their idol’s gaze fixated on the alpha like glue after Yan Qinghe appeared, and they couldn’t help but click their tongues in amazement.

They measured Yan Qinghe’s tall figure, sizing her up and down. No matter how they looked at her, she looked just like the “beloved” from the gossip about their idol.

[No way! Did our goddess arrange for her beloved to parachute into the crew to act?]

[Shh! Maybe it’s a new way of pursuing love? It must be this alpha who is so devoted to our Jiji that she’s willing to be a stand-in!]

In Ji Qianqian’s fan community, the drama hadn’t even started filming, but the latest spoiler photos had already been uploaded. Swiping to open them, although the resolution wasn’t very clear, the well-matched figures of the two were vaguely discernible, making some fans instantly curious about Yan Qinghe’s identity.

When the filming officially began, Director Fei Qiankun cleared the set as he should have.

Only the camera crew and the lighting crew remained. Ji Qianqian, as Su Qingru, had taken off her bright red clothes and was wearing a thin, white nightgown that accentuated her slender figure.

Yan Qinghe, as the imprisoned Ling Han, was dressed in the dignified, cloud-patterned embroidered robes of the Shangqing Pavilion. Only her hands were tied to the bed. She wished she could close her eyes.

To be reborn and have to act out this kind of bondage scene with her ex-wife, her feelings were truly complicated. In her past life, when she and Ji Qianqian were in the heat of the moment, they had played with a small leather rope a few times.

But to be tied up with a thick prop rope for real, at the mercy of Ji Qianqian, was a first. She struggled against the rope; it was tied a bit too tightly. The next scene should be her struggling constantly while Su Qingru whispers bewitching words, and then… things would happen.

The director had said that they would use camera angles for the later parts, so that was a relief. She had no desire to be all lovey-dovey with Ji Qianqian in public.

Ji Qianqian stood tall, her knees half-kneeling on the bed. Her amber eyes, as if covered in a layer of mist, looked at Yan Qinghe, who had turned her head away and was ignoring her.

At this moment, she was Su Qingru.

She regretted stealing the treasure map and breaking Ling Han’s heart.

She was determined, even if Ling Han hated her, to keep her by her side, to be with her day and night, to make love every night.

Su Qingru loved Ling Han, and her feelings for Qinghe were the same.

In her past life, she didn’t know how to love. Every time she tried to get closer, it would backfire, causing Qinghe even more pain.

In this life, she would make it up to her, bit by bit. First, she had to make Qinghe not dislike her getting close.

If the mountain won’t come to her, she will go to the mountain. Her palm, filled with a gentle warmth, carefully caressed Yan Qinghe’s pretty face.

Fei Qiankun clenched his right fist and slammed it into his open left palm. Yes! This was the feeling. As expected of a talented actress.

The bound Yan Qinghe felt Ji Qianqian’s delicate body almost coiling around her like a snake. The scent of the pheromones her nose craved made beads of sweat form on her forehead again.

Fei Qiankun’s eyes lit up. He hadn’t expected Chairwoman Yan, who had never acted before, to be able to interact with the great beauty Ji so realistically and naturally.

Yan Qinghe swallowed, wanting to end this scene quickly. She said her line from the script, “Water… water…”

Next, according to the script, Su Qingru should order her maid to bring her a cup of water, gently untie her, and feed her. After drinking the water and regaining some strength, she would start to mobilize the few remaining strands of her internal energy to try to “counter-kill” Su Qingru…

Good! Yan Qinghe secretly gathered her strength, waiting to be helped up.

Ji Qianqian tenderly stroked her head, as if stroking a bound wolf-dog. She leaned in and asked, “Ling Han, are you thirsty?”

That line wasn’t in the script, but the director didn’t interrupt them, so she could only nod. She opened her mouth, waiting for Ji Qianqian’s Su Qingru to give her water.

She opened her eyes dazedly on the bound bed. Before her was a pair of eyes that seemed to be filled with water and affection. Taking advantage of the fact that the camera couldn’t see her face, Ji Qianqian playfully winked at her. Yan Qinghe’s heart skipped a beat, and Ji Qianqian’s lips pressed against hers in the opposite direction.

“Ling Han, this palace will personally moisten your lips. Do you like it?”

Yan Qinghe’s pupils shrank from the kiss, her eyes wide. Ji Qianqian presumptuously slipped her tongue into her mouth. Yan Qinghe subconsciously wanted to resist, only to realize her hands were tied.

***

“President Mu, hello!”

A graceful figure in professional attire suddenly appeared on the set of “Strange Jianghu.” She walked with a confident stride, her chin slightly raised, nodding to the people who greeted her as they passed.

The staff who had been cleared from the set bowed their heads.

“President Mu, what brings you to the set?”

“President Mu, the director is on the set, and the main actors are filming a bed scene. It’s not convenient to go over now, is it?”

Mu Sixue stopped in her tracks and just glanced sideways with a cold look. The producer shrank his neck. The Wei Group was the investor of the movie, and Mu Sixue was the project manager. He couldn’t afford to offend this powerful figure.

“Take me to the set.”

“Now.”

Ji Qianqian’s long lashes curled up, her eyes closed, her face a picture of gentle intoxication, but her lips were sharp and aggressive. She was at Ji Qianqian’s mercy, unable to speak, her heart filled with a mix of rejection and astonishment. In her past life, when they had just gotten married, Ji Qianqian’s kissing skills were not so proficient; most of the time, she had to lead.

How was it that after she was reborn, Ji Qianqian had become so self-taught, with a hundred different ways to kiss? What had happened in these few years? Could it be with someone else…

The more she thought, the darker her heart became. She bit down hard on the other’s lip.

Ji Qianqian’s eyes opened, and a trace of blood stained the corner of her lips. She nonchalantly touched it with her fingertip, straightened her waist, and positioned herself above Yan Qinghe. With a smack, she kissed her beloved again, forehead to forehead, panting and laughing softly. “Now, Ling Ling’s lip color is the same as this palace’s.”

After speaking, she whispered in Yan Qinghe’s ear, “Qianqian prefers it when Qinghe bites~ me.”

Hearing the drawn-out “bite,” with its deep meaning, Yan Qinghe’s cheeks flushed. Does she mean what I think she means? In her past life, Ji Qianqian would have been shy, half-pushing, half-yielding. It probably didn’t mean that!

The great Miss Ji wasn’t shy, but she felt flustered. So many memories came flooding back, and her pheromones were starting to act up again. Damn it!

Perhaps because she was tied up, Ji Qianqian was now in control. Yan Qinghe’s eyes were red with agitation, and she was about to shout at the director to stop.

Excellent delivery of the lines. Fei Qiankun applauded silently in his heart. Wonderful! As expected of a pair with one hundred percent compatibility.

“Mm, it seems Director Fei is very satisfied with this shot?” A cool voice beside him was like a basin of cold water, drenching Fei Qiankun and making him shiver.

The cameraman was stunned. He let Mu Sixue raise her long finger and turn the camera. Her clear, calm eyes looked at the two on the bed, a pair of flamboyant red and white butterflies, wantonly smearing red on their lips.

Ji Qianqian’s back suddenly felt cold. Her palm was on Yan Qinghe’s waist. With a flick of her hair, she looked behind the camera. After a brief moment of surprise, a bright smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

Welcome to the intimate scene, Senior Mu! she mouthed, her lips forming the words for Mu Sixue to see.

Yan Qinghe, freed from the pressure, sat up halfway. When she saw Mu Sixue standing by the director, as elegant as a snow lotus, she was stunned.

The atmosphere was momentarily tense. The camera on the track slowly circled around the three of them.

Sweat beaded on Fei Qiankun’s back. He had a feeling that the crackling sound of electricity was being captured by the camera and shot back, waiting to be ignited in the air.