The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 38

Chapter 38:

The next day, before the wrap party in the evening, Yan Qinghe was in her closet, picking out clothes, but she wasn’t satisfied with any of them.

She took pictures of herself in the mirror and sent them to Zhang Siyu. When she didn’t get a reply, she made a video call.

Zhang Siyu yawned lazily, put on her black-rimmed glasses, and looked like she had just woken up. She saw her alpha friend, all dressed up and looking sharp.

She clicked her tongue and teased, “Yo, is Chairwoman Yan attending a business tycoon’s gala?”

She was so dressed up. She remembered that Yan Qinghe hadn’t been this careful even for the Yan Corporation’s centennial celebration.

“No. It’s the crew’s wrap party.” Yan Qinghe frowned, a hint of urgency in her eyes. “Quick, help me see which outfit looks best.”

She pulled out a cocktail dress from her closet, tried on a suit dress, a sparkly black star dress… Zhang Siyu shook her head, feeling that something was missing.

So she changed into the last set: a smart white collared shirt underneath, and a shiny, fashionable small suit jacket over it, with the collar buttoned to the top.

Zhang Siyu blinked. “It’s too chaste. Loosen the top a little.”

Following the suggestion, Yan Qinghe unbuttoned two buttons, revealing her delicate and deep collarbones. Paired with her slender waist and long legs, she turned around, her affectionate phoenix eyes clear, her figure tall and slender, as dashing as a painting.

Zhang Siyu covered her mouth. It had a bit of a “refined scoundrel” and “wolf in sheep’s clothing” style.

Her sleepiness was mostly gone. Her mouth, which had been in an “O” shape, closed. She touched her chin and said with some envy, “Qinghe, I’ve never seen an alpha as handsome and beautiful as you.”

Eh, if only she looked like Qinghe. Even as a beta, with a face like that, would she have to worry about being single?

“Beautiful” was usually used to describe omegas. It seemed a bit inappropriate to use it to describe an alpha, but on Qinghe, it was very fitting.

Only her usually tall and straight posture, well-proportioned bones, and strong, beautiful lines revealed the charm of an alpha. But from her face, she was more delicate and beautiful than any alpha she had ever seen, and she was no less than an omega.

Yan Qinghe automatically filtered out the compliments. Perhaps she was used to them, and her ears had grown calloused. She opened a drawer, and a row of bracelets, watches, necklaces, and other accessories were laid out in front of her.

As if she had thought of someone’s silver ring, with its translucent blue light, her eyes flickered. She chose a dark blue sapphire watch, put it on her wrist, and completed the look.

“Perfect!” Zhang Siyu praised. Seeing her still in front of the dressing mirror, like a fluttering butterfly, admiring herself, she teased, “Qinghe, are you meeting a certain beauty tonight?”

Yan Qinghe pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhang Siyu immediately understood and said casually, “Is Mu Sixue there?”

Just as she had guessed, with a click, the video call was cut off, and the screen went black.

***

Night had fallen. At the banquet, most of the guests had arrived. Yan Qinghe scanned the room. Ji Qianqian wasn’t there, and her heart suddenly relaxed. Mu Sixue wasn’t at her seat either. Had she come too early?

Fei Qiankun enthusiastically invited her to sit at the main seat, but Yan Qinghe politely declined. After learning her identity, the people coming and going all nodded in greeting. In the luxurious private room, there were the director, the assistant director, and two main members of the team. Besides her, there were only four people, no one else.

It turned out that the private wrap party for the high-level crew members was in a separate room. The rest of the crew were having a free-for-all dinner in the main hall of the Jiangbin Grand Hotel, with all expenses covered.

Just as Yan Qinghe sat down, a graceful figure in a black evening gown floated in, a pleasant scent of roses surrounding her.

A pair of soft hands rested lightly on her shoulders, and red lips whispered in her ear, “Little Qinghe, it’s been a long time. Have you missed Sister Qianqian?”

Yan Qinghe shrugged her shoulders unnaturally, as if shaking off dust. Ji Qianqian didn’t mind at all, a smile on her lips. She sat down beside her, her slender, pale white legs crossed, her high heels tapping her foot under the round table, as if by accident, but also as if on purpose.

Yan Qinghe frowned discreetly, grabbed her wrist, and whispered, “Ji Qianqian!”

Before long, Su Fang also arrived. The best friends sat together, and the two of them started whispering, attracting attention.

However, Su Fang hadn’t seen Qinghe in a long time. She first looked at her outfit with a meaningful glance, and after giving a fake, exaggerated but sincere compliment, she sent a text to Ji Qianqian: [There’s a chance.]

Ji Qianqian replied: [?]

Su Fang sat next to her and typed with her head down: [Look at how she’s dressed. She probably doesn’t even dress up this much for a date. Who is this for, if not for you?]

A soft bubble rose in Ji Qianqian’s heart. Qinghe looked really good tonight. Was it for her?

The director, assistant director, producer, and producer—four people in total. Besides the Wei Group’s producer, a middle-aged female beta named Zhao Man, who had previously worked with Mu Sixue, the other three were from the front line of the crew.

“Is President Mu coming tonight?” Fei Qiankun asked.

Zhao Man smiled and said, “As the producer and the person in charge of this project’s investment, President Mu will definitely be here.”

After all, Mu Sixue had promised Wei Weizhi that she would see the project through to a perfect end.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I’ve kept you all waiting,” a clear, cool voice came. The voice was not loud, but it silenced everyone. Besides Su Fang, Ji Qianqian, and Yan Qinghe, the other four all stood up.

Mu Sixue was in a white professional suit, her long hair in an elegant updo. She wore slender high heels and a hip-hugging short skirt, impeccable. Only the queen’s cross silver earrings on her earlobes set off her snow-white skin.

She wasn’t dressed for a party like Ji Qianqian. She looked as if she had just come from a meeting in the office. Even so, her cool and noble aura, her pure and clear demeanor, made everyone dare not look at her directly, even though she was apologizing. They could only sigh at the stunning beauty of this ice queen.

Yan Qinghe felt a little embarrassed. In comparison, was her outfit too formal tonight? Mu Sixue’s footsteps were getting closer. Yan Qinghe wanted to speak, to pat the seat next to her.

Senior, why don’t you sit next to me?

She couldn’t bring herself to say it.

The other sat down at Zhao Man’s enthusiastic invitation. Yan Qinghe looked up slightly. Mu Sixue and Zhao Man were talking, and they seemed to be very familiar. A slight sense of loss filled her heart.

Mu Sixue curved her lips and gave her a soft glance. She felt a warmth in her heart again.

The two of them were looking at each other from across the large round table, too far away. Just as she was thinking this, Ji Qianqian pinched her thigh under the table. “What is Qinghe thinking about? So lost in thought.”

Yan Qinghe hissed and frowned, holding back the pain. Seeing this, Ji Qianqian caressed her leg with a pang of heartache, rubbing and kneading, her fingertips dancing on her leg like a mischievous little girl, excited to be out and about.

The dancing position moved higher and higher, like a tease, but also like a punishment. “Who does Qinghe think is more beautiful tonight, me or your senior?”

Sweat broke out on Yan Qinghe’s forehead. Her heart suddenly ached, both for Ji Qianqian’s current proactive seduction and for her own body’s inability to resist.

Ji Qianqian had once said that with just a beckon of her finger, there was no alpha who wouldn’t be attracted to her.

In her past life, she had run around, circling Ji Qianqian, her chat window open on her phone all day, greeting her, on standby twenty-four hours a day.

Even so, sometimes, when she showed a hint of ambiguous confession in her messages, Qianqian would say, “Yan Qinghe, if you keep this up, do you think I’ll still pay attention to you?”

She could only shrink her neck and bury her head in the sand, an emotional ostrich, devoted to the end, hoping that one day Ji Qianqian would be moved by her.

This day had now come. Ji Qianqian had used every means possible, her body to tease her, her words to stir her, wishing she could present her heart to her.

But she could no longer trust her. Tears of sorrow slid down from the bottom of her heart. Trust is the pillar that connects emotions. In her past life, Ji Qianqian had personally destroyed this trust.

She was afraid of being hurt by her again, afraid of falling into the abyss of her eyes again. But she wouldn’t let her go, making vows and promises, humbling herself, willing in and out of bed…

But she could no longer accept it. This was nothing short of a tragedy. If she had known now, why had she done it then? She lowered her eyes and said softly, “Qianqian, it doesn’t matter who is more beautiful, you or your senior.”

Her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes not yet wet. On one side was the past, on the other was the lively and noisy dinner party. In the ebb and flow of the isolated sea of people, she suddenly felt isolated from the world again, a sense of desolate loneliness washing over her.

A warm voice pulled her up.

“Summer, you don’t have a bowl and chopsticks. Do you need to change your seat and come next to me?” Mu Sixue extended an olive branch to her, her eyes soft and deep as she looked at her.

Under Ji Qianqian’s icy gaze and Su Fang’s pout, her heart calmed a little. Perhaps the surrounding air was too cold. She sniffled. Mu Sixue moved her chair and arranged the bowl and chopsticks neatly.

She ordered the waiter to pour a glass of warm water. The people at the table had either tea or wine. Yan Qinghe looked at the warm water in front of her, as precious as gold. She took a sip. The water warmed her stomach and washed away some of the cold.

Mu Sixue only ate some light vegetarian dishes. After a few bites, she put down her chopsticks, eating very little. Drinks, milk, sugary, spicy, and sour things were all avoided.

“Senior, what kind of food do you like?” Yan Qinghe was worried about her nutrition. “I’ll make it for you next time.”

With a heart full of gratitude, she paid special attention to Mu Sixue’s food and nutritional balance. Mu Sixue shook her head. “I don’t have any particular favorites.”

“Then you should still eat or drink something.” Yan Qinghe took a glass of her favorite orange juice, opened it, poured it into a porcelain cup, and gave it to Mu Sixue.

Mu Sixue took a sip, her expression changing slightly, and discreetly moved it away.

After three rounds of drinks, at the end of the meal, Zhao Man and the three crew members were all a little drunk. Seeing that Mu Sixue, Yan Qinghe, and Ji Qianqian had no airs, they insisted on toasting them.

Just as Yan Qinghe was about to block the drink for Mu Sixue, she saw that Ji Qianqian’s face was very pale. She stood up unsteadily and toasted Fei Qiankun and the others, downing glass after glass. Su Fang couldn’t stop her.

This made Fei Qiankun and the others feel flattered, and the atmosphere of the banquet was pushed to a climax.

Mu Sixue couldn’t refuse and also took a few sips. Most of it was blocked by Yan Qinghe.

Even so, Mu Sixue was still not good with alcohol. A flush of red appeared at the corners of her eyes, giving her a charming look of being drunk not on wine but on herself, her face like a peach blossom.

Yan Qinghe was pestered by Fei Qiankun in the name of thanks, and after blocking drinks for Mu Sixue several times, she was also a little drunk. Seeing that Ji Qianqian was still drinking, she sighed, her temples throbbing.

In the end, after a good round of drinking, Zhao Man suggested they play a fun game. She was a regular at banquets, business talks, private parties, and other occasions, and was very familiar with them.

It was the game “I have never.” The rule was that everyone would open their palms, and each person would say something they had never done but others present had. If anyone present had done it, they would have to accept a punishment and drink a glass of wine.

Since it was Zhao Man who had proposed the game, as the oldest, she clapped her hands and said with a loud laugh, “I have never been drunk.”

She had a high tolerance for alcohol and was known as a thousand-cup-sober. After she said this, Fei Qiankun and the others scoffed and called her cunning. A round of drinks was served. Besides Zhao Man, everyone present had been drunk before and had to drink a glass of wine.

When it was Ji Qianqian’s turn, her eyes were red, as if she were drunk. Su Fang held her leg, but she stubbornly said, “I have never liked anyone other than my ex, nor have I slept with anyone other than my ex.”

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Fei Qiankun smacked his lips and silently drank a glass of wine. Yan Qinghe’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up and saw Ji Qianqian staring at her, as if asking, “Do you dare to drink?”

Yan Qinghe asked herself, had she never liked anyone other than Ji Qianqian? Mu Sixue was sitting next to her. She just felt a little hot. The cup became a hot hedgehog. After a long hesitation, she still didn’t pick up the wine glass. A tempting smile appeared on Ji Qianqian’s lips, and she mouthed the words, “Good girl.”

Besides Su Fang, Mu Sixue, Yan, and Ji, the other four all drank a glass. After drinking, the producer laughed awkwardly. “Young people’s feelings are so pure.”

But then Su Fang came up with something even more explosive. After a few glasses of wine, she stuck her neck out and said, “I have never had sex with anyone.”

There was a moment of silence. Fei Qiankun laughed dryly a few times. The advantage of the middle-aged people was gone. They readily downed a glass. Ji Qianqian gave her best friend a reproachful look, then glanced shyly at Yan Qinghe.

She and Yan Qinghe raised their glasses at the same time. Yan Qinghe awkwardly licked the wine from the corner of her lips. Zhao Man eased the atmosphere. “Aiya, we’re all adults. It’s normal, normal.”

But then they looked around and realized something was wrong. The wine in front of Mu Sixue was still untouched.