The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 40

Chapter 40:

The sound of a thumping heart, any louder and it would have leaped out of the stall. Yan Qinghe’s breath was ragged, Ji Qianqian’s footsteps getting closer and closer.

Would locking the door be a dead giveaway? And even if she did, all it would take was a slight bend to see her and Mu Sixue’s feet under the stall door.

She wanted to pick up Mu Sixue, but the woman’s cool glance made her feel that it would be too unfair to both of them. They hadn’t done anything, so why were they so guilty, giving off the vibe of having an affair?

It was just… a kiss? It wasn’t something that could be lightly dismissed. The sensation in her mouth was still there, soft, sweet, shyly waiting to bloom—

Yan Qinghe swallowed and wrapped her arms around Mu Sixue, waiting for the final verdict when the door was opened.

“Summer, are you afraid of being found out?” Mu Sixue’s smile was tinged with a cool frost. She turned to the side, about to open the door.

Don’t—

Never mind—

Two thoughts flashed through her mind. Su Fang’s voice stopped Ji Qianqian’s footsteps.

“Qianqian, what are you doing here? The director said it’s your turn for the next game.”

The sound of their footsteps faded from near to far.

Yan Qinghe let out a long sigh. A rustling wind blew down her back from her collar. She reached out, her hand grasping at empty air.

Mu Sixue had pushed open the door and left, leaving only her graceful back.

Losing the mood to go back to the private room, Yan Qinghe passed through the long corridor and entered the VIP tea room. She sat on the sofa. On the coffee table was sobering tea prepared by the waiter for the guests. After a cup, she couldn’t taste any tea flavor.

All around was clamor. In her quiet, solitary space, she quietly cupped her cheek with one hand. The soft touch of slender fingers still lingered. The teacup was at the corner of her lips. The moment the warm water entered her mouth, she inexplicably began to miss a certain taste.

It had nothing to do with pheromones, nothing to do with desire. Like a pilgrim who had crossed mountains and rivers, having once received the favor of the snow mountain goddess, she just wanted to get a little closer, a little closer.

The drumming in her chest made her afraid to see Mu Sixue again. Another glance, even a light touch of her clothes, a brush of the wind from her fluttering skirt, would probably stir ripples in the lake of her heart.

However, the scars of her past life, raw and exposed, had armored her heart. She both longed for and was afraid of getting close.

There were too many factors, too many complicated connections. The tangled threads in her heart could not compare to the long kiss of tonight, which had made the emotions she had buried for many years be scorched by Mu Sixue’s rain, and had also furrowed her brow.

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Fei Qiankun received Yan Qinghe’s text and told everyone that Chairwoman Yan had to go back to the company for something urgent, and that she would be treating them to this dinner. He told everyone to have fun.

Mu Sixue sat quietly, like a quiet, lonely moon in the private room. The ice beauty was even colder. Yan Qinghe’s departure, to outsiders, seemed to be of no consequence to her.

Ji Qianqian glanced at Mu Sixue, her heart trembling with unease. The atmosphere between Mu Sixue and Qinghe, the more silent it was, the more turbulent it was. In the corners she hadn’t seen, what had happened between the two of them?

[Mu Sixue, beta, 28 years old, from S County, ordinary family, commoner background, parents’ background unknown, has a younger sister, an amateur painter with a heart condition. Mu Sixue lives with her sister. Private life is rumored to be that Mu Sixue has had three partners, two betas, one omega, both male and female. Suspected orientation, b and o, no history of dating alphas.]

The background check on Mu Sixue, just a few lines of text on her phone. Ji Qianqian’s red lips twitched. She had had someone investigate Mu Sixue earlier and had just received the results.

She showed it to Su Fang. Su Fang covered her lips. “I can’t tell. Is this background check reliable?”

Ji Qianqian: “This result, do you find anything unbelievable about it?”

Su Fang leaned back lazily on the soft sofa, her back sinking into the softness. She glanced at Mu Sixue and unconsciously straightened her back. “Have you noticed that whether Mu Sixue is sitting on a hard chair or a soft sofa, her posture is very graceful, her back straight, elegant and composed? An ordinary family can’t raise someone with such an air.”

The prominent families were also divided into ranks. The top-tier families needed nearly a thousand years of cultural and material heritage to cultivate the elegance of their descendants, such as the legendary, reclusive top-tier family—the Nangong family.

The four great families of Yan, Wei, Ji, and Zhao, although nominally first-class families, had only a hundred years of history, passed down for more than three generations.

Yan Qinghe’s grandfather, Yan Jue, had started from scratch, then to Yan Manxing, and finally to her.

Unlike the small-time rich of the commoner class, the more power and money gathered, the more filth and dirt were hidden, and the more likely it was for all sorts of sordid things to happen. Each had their own family secrets.

Like Yan Qinghe’s mother, Yan Manxing. She was not Yan Jue’s child, but the daughter of Yan Jue’s wife, Shen Qiuran, and her ex-girlfriend, Wei Yubing. Yan Manxing’s mother, Shen Qiuran, had been forced by her family to marry Yan Jue when she was already pregnant. She and her girlfriend, Wei Yubing, were both omegas. With the help of special technology, the Yan Manxing they had given birth to was naturally also an omega.

As an omega, in order to get the inheritance, Yan Manxing had taken the first time of a pure and kind-hearted alpha beauty—the little mute, Qin Yuelan—and had a one-night stand with her, giving birth to Yan Qinghe at the age of eighteen. As an omega, she had inherited her mother’s preference for other omegas and had a secret crush on Xi Zhaowan since she was a child. After learning that the playboy Yan Jue had improper intentions towards Xi Zhaowan, she had become ruthless and poisoned her father.

Yan Qinghe’s grandfather, Yan Jue, had died without knowing that his daughter, Yan Manxing, and his precious alpha granddaughter, Yan Qinghe, were not of his bloodline. His own beta illegitimate children had been “exiled” to various places after Yan Manxing came to power, far from the center of the corporation’s power.

It was not uncommon for large families to have illegitimate children. After family disputes, it was also common for the legitimate bloodline to be lost, with stories of true and false heiresses.

Few people knew this secret. Su Fang only knew a little. Her family was newly rich and couldn’t compare to the four great families, and was even more different from the top-tier Nangong family.

Now, the four great families had been passed down to Wei Weizhi and Yan Qinghe’s generation. Horsemanship, fighting, golf, economics… had become daily lessons. The curse of “wealth does not last three generations,” although it hadn’t brought down the house in their generation, the etiquette in their bones had not been cultivated for a long time.

In essence, the four great families, under the name of prominent families, were still just wealthy families. With their business groups, they had washed away the stench of being newly rich, but their heritage and the scholarly upbringing of the aristocratic families were still far behind.

As the saying goes: a family passed down through morality lasts for more than ten generations, a family passed down through farming and reading is next, a family passed down through poetry and books is next, and a family passed down through wealth lasts for no more than three generations.

Those who have been passed down for ten generations are aristocratic families, and those who have been passed down for three generations are wealthy families. The former has a thousand years of heritage, the latter a hundred. The comparison is ultimately different.

The etiquette of a prominent family needs to be trained from a young age. From how to treat people to how to hold a cup of tea, everything is very particular. Their demeanor and behavior are polite and measured, with the style of a gentleman and the integrity of an orchid.

Su Fang noticed Mu Sixue’s demeanor and behavior. It was like a flowing wind and returning snow, her posture graceful. Paired with her cool and lotus-like beautiful face, besides being stunning, she sighed inwardly. Qianqian had probably really met her match this time. Even as an omega, she couldn’t help but be moved, wanting to get close to this high-and-mighty flower, just to get a smile.

She hinted to Ji Qianqian that Mu Sixue’s background might not be simple, that she didn’t seem like the child of a commoner family.

But Ji Qianqian didn’t care about that. She was suspicious of the last sentence of the background check. Mu Sixue only liked betas and omegas, and had no interest in alphas?

So she leaned into Su Fang’s ear. Su Fang’s pretty brows went from furrowed to open.

Everyone had had enough to eat and drink. Fei Qiankun was about to call the waiter to clear the table, and the game would end.

Su Fang called out, “Don’t, is it over already?” She smiled, revealing sweet dimples. “I’m not done with this game yet!”

“Come, come, come, don’t be a spoilsport. Everyone, play another round with me.” She clattered and filled everyone’s empty glasses with wine. “I’ve already spilled all my secrets.”

The middle-aged group laughed and became interested. They had drunk the most tonight and wanted to get a round back.

Zhao Man clapped and laughed, telling her not to be shy. Su Fang also placed a glass of wine in front of Mu Sixue and winked with a smile. “President Mu, you can’t miss this round either.”

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