The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 30

Chapter 30:

Ji Qianqian let Yan Qinghe pinch her chin. She lifted her delicate face, her expression desolate, her eyes filled with a hazy light.

“Qinghe, I’ve never felt that way,” she explained softly, but her heart skipped a beat. Why was Qinghe asking her this? In this new life, they had only been together twice. How could there be any talk of disgust?

The sentence was vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t remember when it was said. Now, with Qinghe’s cold gaze on her, she felt like a snow-covered branch in winter, trembling in the cold wind.

So cold.

She loved Qinghe, loved all kinds of contact with her. Her body, as dry as a withered flower, had craved her alpha after she left, turning into a gardener every night.

She didn’t want Qinghe to misunderstand her again. In her past life, she had had enough of being forced by others. Now, all the initiative was in her hands.

Just as her best friend Su Fang had said, to stir a person’s heart, start by stirring her body.

As for her pride, she might as well throw some of it away. After all, in her past life, during their passionate period with Qinghe, she had gradually been worn down and became more unrestrained.

Like a treasure, she lifted Yan Qinghe’s hand and traced it from her chin to the full curve of her wound. The bright daylight, like her movements, slowly crept in from the floor-to-ceiling window.

The ambiguity that should have flowed in the night now poured into a river in the day.

If it were her past life, she would have turned her head to the side, her face flushed, hesitant to speak, and let Qinghe take the initiative.

But now, their roles were reversed. Ji Qianqian tilted her head up, her eyes shimmering, and looked at Qinghe. She guided her, her voice twisting into something unrecognizable.

She wanted to teach her how to appreciate a piece of beautifully carved jade, to be as proactive as in her past life, to teach Qinghe to be a master jade appraiser.

She wanted her to see with her own eyes this moist white jade glisten, every deep line, every shade and depth carved within the jade, stained with the taste of the one being taught.

Qinghe was the one being taught.

But Yan Qinghe was unwilling. Like a startled bird, her fingers suddenly retracted, only to be pulled back by Ji Qianqian, her fingertips licked and bitten like a kitten.

Like a tired migratory bird, she leaned into Yan Qinghe’s embrace. The unfamiliar, fresh scent of a cold mountain spring mixed with white lotus on the white t-shirt made the smile in her eyes disappear.

She leaned in and sniffed, her sensitive nose catching an unusual scent.

This wasn’t Qinghe’s scent. It really wasn’t Qinghe’s clothes!

Annoyance, resentment, jealousy, like a palette of colors, stirred her clear mind into a mess.

In her stomach, a bottle of vinegar had been overturned, flowing into a river. Ji Qianqian bit her red lip, her eyelashes trembling, almost on the verge of tears.

So wronged, she wanted to cry.

The saddest part was that she had no right to ask Qinghe, to ask her if she had been fooling around, what had happened with Mu Sixue.

“What’s wrong?” Yan Qinghe felt the hot tears on her chest. Ji Qianqian wrinkled her nose and deliberately rubbed the tear stains on the white t-shirt, which made her pause her intention to push her away.

Ji Qianqian’s chin trembled slightly. She held back her tears and shook her head. “I’m just so happy to see Qinghe again.”

She secretly released the scent of her White Rose pheromones into the air. She didn’t want, and wouldn’t allow, her alpha to have the scent of others on her, whether it was an omega, a beta, or even an alpha.

Yan Qinghe swayed, almost losing her balance. The scent of the pheromones seeped through the gap in her inhibitor patch, and the patch burned with a hot sensation. She rubbed her neck, a little uncomfortable.

Just two seconds after she had let go, a cool breeze rustled in front of her.

…

“Qinghe, do you want me to bite you?”

…

“Enough!”

A crisp sound, then Yan Qinghe clenched her jaw, her teeth almost drawing blood from her mouth. A self-loathing excitement, a stinging pain fermenting in her soul, her whole body screamed that she should go and wash herself immediately, but her muscles relaxed from their tension.

Ji Qianqian lifted her chin, revealing her long neck, and slowly smiled. Her glistening lips were touched by her fingertips, her tongue licking them. Her gaze was lingering, a soul-stealing, bone-hooking look from below.

“Qinghe, do you think I would do these things if I really felt disgusted?”

With just one glance, Yan Qinghe could look down and see her, her pitiful, moving eyes, full of affection, rippling like a spring wave after the rain. She swallowed awkwardly and turned to the side.

In the bathroom, the shower water washed over her again and again. Blood rushed to her brain, and in the heat, she felt a little dizzy.

Mu Sixue’s clothes were crumpled into a ball on the washing machine. She glanced at them casually and suddenly felt a little uneasy. The palpitations around her heart turned into pain.

Her chest ached faintly again. In her past life, Qianqian had never been like this with her; it was always she who took the initiative with Qianqian.

She tilted her head back, letting the shower spray hit her throbbing head, letting the water wake her up. Qianqian’s past mistakes were from her past life.

Should she transfer all her resentment from her past life onto the Qianqian of this life?

She was willing to go this far for her. She didn’t seem like the great Miss Ji she had known in her past life, that flamboyant and bright Qianqian who looked down on all alphas.

Just now, her mind had been burned by the pheromones. Before she could react, she was…

Later, she couldn’t help but want to push her away, but she was held down.

She clearly heard her uncontrollable heartbeat—a physiological heartbeat, thumping wildly throughout her body. Every cell was washed clean of the bland life of the past two years.

The scene she had imagined, one that had only appeared in her dreams, was reenacted today. But there was no imagined palpitation.

When it really happened, her body was joyful, excited, and aroused, but her mind was a little lost, not knowing if it was for Ji Qianqian, for herself, or for something else…

It was as if she had lost something. A tear fell to the ground and merged with the shower water, not even making a splash.

***

Ji Qianqian gathered her clothes and sat upright on the bed, poised and graceful, with no trace of her previous seductive manner. In reality, her heart was pounding. It was the first time she had done something like this, but she had deliberately pretended to be an old hand in front of Qinghe.

God only knew how nervous and shy she was. Even now, her mouth still hurt a little.

But it was still a gain.

After all, Qinghe’s whole body was now covered in her scent. This realization satisfied her from the bottom of her heart.

She was addicted to the scent of Calamansi Lime, craved her alpha’s scent. In her past life, Yan Qinghe had never said it, but she knew she craved it in her heart. It was just that out of respect for her, she had never made this request, only humbly catering to her again and again.

In this matter, Qinghe had always put her needs first. If she said she couldn’t, Qinghe would really obediently stop.

Little fool! She could only cover her eyes, her heart fuming. Don’t you know that omegas can be duplicitous?

She had no choice but to put aside her pride and take the initiative. One second she would say no, the next she would… it made her seem very contradictory. She couldn’t help it; she just hated that she was sometimes like a block of wood.

Later, she would just finish her own business and no longer care if Qinghe was satisfied.

The truth was, an alpha’s stamina was better than hers, and Qinghe was an S-class alpha. As an A-class omega, it was really tough for her to handle.

From this perspective, it wasn’t that she didn’t care if Qinghe was satisfied, the problem was—she really couldn’t handle her. Once, they had gone all out, and the result of letting the other be satisfied was that she had fainted.

In this life, she reflected on herself. Had she been too self-centered in the past, and had she neglected Qinghe in every aspect? It was like this in their intimate life, what about other things?

She didn’t regret what she had done today. On the contrary, when the phone screen on the bed lit up and she saw the text from Mu Sixue, this joy reached its peak.

[Summer, can I bring your clothes over in ten minutes?] Mu Sixue was passing by the Yan residence after dropping off Mu Sichen at the art studio.

Ji Qianqian frowned. As expected, Qinghe had spent the last two days with Mu Sixue. It was probably because Mu Sixue had fallen into the water, and she was taking care of her.

She had a guess. She glanced at the message notification on the lock screen and memorized Mu Sixue’s contact information.

After a moment’s hesitation, she gritted her teeth and sent a friend request.

Mu Sixue was driving. After sending the text, she didn’t mind not getting a reply. She was planning to give it to the Yan residence’s butler and leave.

But then, with a ding, a friend request, three words: Ji Qianqian.

She parked her car in front of the Yan residence and accepted.

Ji Qianqian: [Is Senior Mu bringing clothes for Qinghe? Qinghe is in the shower. I’ll get them for her.]

Mu Sixue’s fingertips paused on the screen. She opened the door of the Maserati and replied lightly, “Okay, I’m downstairs.”

Ji Qianqian: [Senior Mu, don’t be a stranger. Qinghe’s senior is my senior. You can come in. I’ve already told the butler to let you in. I’ll wait for you at the door.]

After replying, Ji Qianqian slipped on Qinghe’s shoes and ran to the mirror. She pinched a few strawberry-red marks on her collarbone, like blooming red plums.

A trap? Mu Sixue lowered her eyes and smiled, shaking her head. This trip to deliver clothes was a bit of an overreaction.

Miss Ji had already broken up with Summer, yet she had suddenly appeared at her house. It was clearly not a long-term living arrangement, but she was acting like the lady of the house, declaring her ownership.

Like a child with a toy from a store, before paying, she had taken out a plastic golden-hooped rod and drawn a circle, telling everyone that this toy was already taken, and no one should try to snatch it from her.

Childish. Mu Sixue raised an eyebrow.

To her surprise, it was Yan Qinghe who came to the door to greet her, with Ji Qianqian standing beside her. Ji Qianqian was in a hip-hugging black dress, and above her exposed collarbone were a few ambiguous red marks.

Yan Qinghe exuded the fresh scent of a shower. When her gaze met hers, it flickered for a few seconds. When she looked at her, she would look away.

But when she really stopped looking at her and focused on talking to Ji Qianqian, Yan Qinghe would run a hand through her hair and secretly look at her again.

Mu Sixue, as if she had thought of something, sighed lightly, placed the clothes in her hand, and looked at her seriously. “Summer, what’s wrong?”

The bag of clothes was on top. Yan Qinghe lowered her eyes to look at Mu Sixue’s pale, beautiful fingers. As she took it, she lightly touched her fingertip before pulling back, clenching her palm and saying softly, “Thank you, Senior.”

Mu Sixue inexplicably felt that the just-showered Summer, with her wet eyes, was like a little deer separated from its mother in the field.

Ji Qianqian glanced at the clothes in the bag. “Mm? Qinghe’s clothes were at Senior’s place? Thank you for bringing them over.”

Mu Sixue: “It was nothing.”

Yan Qinghe felt this scene was a bit awkward. She swallowed and forced out a sentence, “I should be the one thanking you, Senior.”

She didn’t look at Ji Qianqian, but said to her, “After you’ve recovered from your injuries at my place, you can probably go back. Even if you’re filming nearby, the director is probably getting anxious.”

This sentence was a bit long. The longer it was, the more it seemed she wanted to distance herself. Ji Qianqian smiled inwardly, a pang of pain in her heart. Still a little cold.

Yan Qinghe wanted to say it was getting late, but it was still early in the evening, and the day was still bright.

She then, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the red marks on Ji Qianqian’s collarbone and let out a soft “eh.” “Miss Ji, when did you get these new injuries?”

Ji Qianqian gritted her teeth. The foolish Qinghe had returned to the country, giving her the illusion that she had become smarter.

Seeing that Mu Sixue was still there, Ji Qianqian retorted, “I’ll take these clothes for Qinghe. I’m going to the dry cleaner’s later anyway.”

She had clothes that needed to be washed. Taking Qinghe’s clothes would give her another excuse to come and go.

However, Mu Sixue raised her dark brows and, with a meaningful look, lightly refuted, “No need. I’ve already washed Summer’s clothes.”

The hand-washed kind.

Just one sentence, and a tsunami seemed to surge through Yan Qinghe. The underwear, panties, and outer clothes in the bag seemed to be on fire, burning in her hands.

Her mind went blank for a second, her heart skipped a beat, and a fiery blush spread through her. Perhaps because she had just showered, she suddenly wanted to fan herself.