The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 43

Chapter 43:

Mu Sixue hadn’t slept well last night. She was a light sleeper, and as dawn broke, that definitive sentence had suddenly appeared in her mind again, refusing to go away.

[In your heart, you wanted her to kiss you!]

Because of this sentence, the system’s judgment was now highly questionable in Mu Sixue’s eyes. The silver ring had been taken off and thrown into her handbag, almost discarded.

She had been assigned to Xi Zhaowan’s former office. Someone had come to clean it, and to welcome her, the front desk and the logistics department had made a special effort to clean it again.

She had refused the request to add furniture. On the desk, Xi Zhaowan’s crystal photo frame still stood. She glanced at it discreetly, took in the deep meaning, and solemnly locked it in a drawer.

She took a light sip of her Americano and began to familiarize herself with the affairs of the Yan Corporation.

Yan Qinghe’s appearance had interrupted her thoughts. A friendly “Good morning, Senior” had made her feel as if she had returned to her university days.

At that time, Yan Qinghe was gloomy and taciturn, avoiding gatherings and salons whenever possible. In a crowded place, if you wanted to find Yan Qinghe, you just had to go to the most remote corner or a balcony where no one was, and you would definitely find her.

UE had many teachers and a complicated curriculum. At the beginning, Yan Qinghe had refused her help, even for something as small as a cup of coffee. The other would politely say that she had already had one.

Mu Sixue had tried many methods, until that time, when the internal news of a surprise final exam at UE, which would test content beyond the syllabus, had spread throughout the campus.

While Yan Qinghe was buried in her textbooks in the library, deep in thought, she had brought a cup of coffee and quietly sat down in the chair next to her.

She had pushed the coffee across the table. The alpha girl, immersed in the sea of books, had lifted her pretty face and looked at her as if she were still in a dream.

A difficult, interdisciplinary, and advanced professional book was held tightly in her well-defined hands.

She was reminded of the mischievous Mu Sichen from her childhood, who had been forced by adults to learn profound content. Her sister had held the book, staring at it as if it were a heavenly scripture, dazed for a long time, then impatiently shouted that she didn’t want to read it anymore.

Her sister was the youngest, and the adults doted on her, so they let her play with her toys and draw what she liked.

Unlike Yan Qinghe, who, if she didn’t understand a page, would look up information, take notes, and do whatever it took to understand it. She could stay in the library from dawn to dusk.

She was holding a book that integrated business management and financial knowledge. Yan Qinghe had the air of someone who wouldn’t give up until she had figured it out.

Later, she had learned that Yan Qinghe had the mission of revitalizing her family’s business and had no right to be willful.

As the thought of smoothing her furrowed brow arose, the cup of coffee was accepted. She saw her bright smile as she held the coffee and, for the first time, called her, “Thank you, Senior.”

From then on, their relationship had grown a little closer. Yan Qinghe would wait for her downstairs before her classes and hand her a cup of coffee. “Good morning, Senior.”

When she reached for it, Yan Qinghe, whose hand had been touched, would discreetly withdraw her hand and smile, rubbing the back of her head. “The weather is quite nice today.”

She had looked up at the sky. The maple trees were bare, just short of a howling north wind. The pale clouds were heavy, and the faint daylight made Yan Qinghe’s face look like jade and gauze.

Step by step, the more she got to know her, the more she wondered, how could there be such a polite and restrained alpha who also resisted people getting close?

She avoided omegas like the plague.

So beautiful, so handsome, yet she resisted omegas, had rejected countless pursuits, like an ascetic monk practicing celibacy.

That kiss in the bar, she had been the one to initiate it, but Yan Qinghe had been calm, even calmer than her.

On the contrary, the moment her lips were sucked and bitten…

Yan Qinghe had never taken the initiative with her.

The only time she had been surprised was when she was “feverish,” and the other had praised her lip shape and said, in a strange way, that her lips looked very kissable.

Her heart had stirred. She had wanted to know what this consistently composed and calm alpha would do if she were really kissed. Would she be surprised, shocked, or… like a rippling spring water, a statue in a temple, would she lose her composure?

She had pecked her from her chin, the tip of her nose, her forehead, and then touched her lips.

She was satisfied to hear her breathing quicken slightly. Her bound hands had wanted to break free, to rest on her shoulder blades. Sensing her intention, she had had to stop. As she turned her back to her, she had smelled the scent of a clear mountain spring, leaking out.

It was all the pheromones’ fault.

The third time… “Senior, open your mouth.” A hint of an alpha’s dominance, the gesture of holding her face, had the illusion of being diluted into gentleness.

Mu Sixue touched her forehead, unable to bear the memory.

When Yan Qinghe appeared in her office and said, “Senior, good morning,” half of her heart had returned to a familiar place, seeing Yan Qinghe as a target, as a younger sister.

But the other half was soaked in an unknown thought… it was simply inexplicable.

Regarding Mu Sixue’s request to use their titles.

Yan Qinghe went with the flow. “President Mu, good morning.”

As she spoke, she picked up Mu Sixue’s coffee. “I’m so hungry. I haven’t eaten this morning.”

Then she very naturally took a sip of the coffee Mu Sixue had been drinking. It was an Americano she had never liked. Yan Qinghe’s mouth was bitter, but she pretended to take a big gulp, as if she loved it.

Her heart was pounding. According to the romance writer Zhang Siyu, if someone liked you, they would blush if you drank their drink.

After a gulp of coffee, her stomach was warm. She looked down at the woman who was focused on her work. The other let out a soft “mm,” her eyes not lifting, her voice light. “Then you can have it, Chairwoman Yan.”

Yan Qinghe: “…” A little unwilling, her fingertips touched the rim of the cup. On the other side was a faint lipstick mark. Yan Qinghe took a deep breath and, on that side, pressed her lips to it and took another sip.

“Uh, President Mu, I’m sorry. I got some of your lipstick on me. I didn’t know you had drunk from this cup.”

Mu Sixue closed her laptop and just looked at her quietly, like a quiet audience member in an opera house.

Yan Qinghe suddenly felt a little guilty. She coughed a few times and began to speak righteously, “I heard from the second assistant that she had delivered the wrong coffee. I thought this cup on President Mu’s desk was mine.”

Mu Sixue frowned slightly, her pupils a deep, dark pool, with a deep coolness.

“Is Chairwoman Yan very free today?”

After Yan Qinghe left, Mu Sixue took off her gold-rimmed glasses and touched her forehead. Her watery eyes flickered. She pinched her earlobe, and the pad of her finger was a little hot.

***

Yan Qinghe returned to her office and slumped into her swivel chair. With a big red face, she sent a message to Zhang Siyu, “Is your title as a romance guru fake!”

What is learned from paper is ultimately shallow; one must practice to truly know.

But Zhang Siyu was very confident. After asking about what had happened, she replied, “It was just one try. What result did you expect, Qinghe?”

Yan Qinghe put down her phone. She had inherited Yan Manxing’s unwillingness to admit defeat. If she had succeeded on the first try, she would have given up. Who would have thought that the result of her practice was like a clay ox entering the river, without a single clue.

A little discouraged.

At lunch, she had her assistant order the dishes Mu Sixue liked and went to her office again.

“Senior…” her tongue swirled in her mouth. “The menu at the company cafeteria today, I looked at it, and it’s not very good.”

“Today is your first day at the corporation. I was worried you wouldn’t eat well, so I ordered a few dishes. Can I eat with you?”

Mu Sixue put down her pen and looked at her with a frown. Ever since the system had pointed out a certain sign, seeing Yan Qinghe again always made her feel a little flustered.

The more it was like this, the colder her expression became.

Trying to hide it.

“Okay, Chairwoman Yan.”

Yan Qinghe smiled and pointed to the clock on the wall. “It’s not working hours, Senior.”

Calling each other by their titles was still too formal.

She opened the lunch boxes and began to set the table. The dishes were a feast for the eyes, nose, and mouth, all laid out on the table. “I had the small kitchen make a few of your favorite dishes.”

Hearing this, Mu Sixue’s expression softened a little. She took the utensils Yan Qinghe handed her. They ate in silence. After they finished, Yan Qinghe noticed that Mu Sixue had a new set of books on her bookshelf.

They must have been brought from home by Mu Sixue, a type of book she particularly liked.

She secretly memorized the titles and had her assistant send lemonade, hawthorn water, and barley tea to the pavilion in the park near the company.

After the meal, she invited Mu Sixue for a walk in the company’s park, to familiarize her with the surrounding environment.

A gentle breeze blew. On both sides of the path in the park, dragonfly flowers danced on the treetops in the wind, and roses hung on the branches. Mu Sixue’s posture was also very beautiful, different from Ji Qianqian’s. The latter was like dancing, the former was dignified and composed.

She asked Mu Sixue what books and movies she liked. These were questions she had never asked when they had plenty of time in university. Today, for some reason, she was suddenly interested.

Mu Sixue mentioned a few she had read recently. Yan Qinghe had only read one.

So she talked about the character Sisyphus from the book she had read. Sisyphus had committed a crime in heaven and was punished by the gods to push a stone in the human world. Every time he pushed it to the top of the mountain, the stone would roll down again, and time had no end.

Yan Qinghe said, “That’s too meaningless, like an endless torture.”

Fortunately, her life was not like Sisyphus’s, having to repeat the past. Even if she met Ji Qianqian, as long as she ignored her, she wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes.

When you encounter things and people, hold onto half your heart. As long as you don’t fully invest, you won’t fall, won’t be completely hurt.

But Mu Sixue thought, “Sisyphus’s starting point is his end point. In the process of constantly starting over, he will also constantly think and observe.” The process is the meaning.

“Every day for Sisyphus is like a life. If you can’t start over, and can only repeat the past, it’s no different from a nightmare,” Yan Qinghe said. Pain cannot be meaningful.

“Summer, the meaning of life is life itself,” Mu Sixue said meaningfully. Life has joy and pain. A mix of joy and sorrow is the true color of life.

“Just like you and me,” Mu Sixue said suddenly.

Yan Qinghe’s ears perked up. She turned her face to the side, her eyes shining a little brighter, waiting for Mu Sixue to say more, but her ears were filled with silence.

The meaning of my being here is to know you…

The garden was full of the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers. They walked around the vines, through the holly trees, and the small flowers on the trees. They sat down in the pavilion. A gentle breeze blew. Yan Qinghe suddenly remembered the second test Zhang Siyu had mentioned.

If someone likes you, when you look into their eyes, they will try to avoid your gaze.

Mu Sixue was held by her direct gaze, a tangible gaze that seemed to want to steam her open.

She took a sip of barley tea, hiding her emotions, and said lightly, “Summer, is there something on my face?”

Yan Qinghe was glanced at by those autumn-water-like bright eyes, not like a hook, but like a crescent moon. Her heart skipped a beat. She looked away, her chest a little tight.

Another failure. So… Mu Sixue probably didn’t like her!

Mu Sixue returned to her office. Qinghe today seemed a little strange. With a secret desire to understand, she put on her silver ring again.

When she got off work, it was also a coincidence. Yan Qinghe and Mu Sixue met again in front of the exclusive elevator.

They both spoke at the same time, “You…”

Yan Qinghe was a little discouraged, but also inexplicably relaxed. She let out a light sigh. The last method Zhang Siyu had mentioned flashed through her mind.

Someone who likes you will be more sensitive to your unconscious physical approach, and will also like you getting close.

Should she try one last time?

There were only the two of them here. Mu Sixue’s hand, she could touch it with just a slight movement. If this time also failed, then she could be at ease and no longer feel awkward in front of her.

As long as she didn’t like her.

What if she likes you? …Impossible.

Her hand was like a soldier carefully scouting the enemy’s camp, like an undercover agent and a spy. She tentatively pinched Mu Sixue’s fingertips.

The soft and smooth touch was transmitted through her five fingertips. A blush crept up her face, but the soft fingertips seemed to be shrinking away.

Her heart grew cold. She immediately pulled her hand back and said, “I’m sorry, Senior. I just wanted to see… how your old injury is recovering. Even if there’s a physiological recovery, getting close again psychologically is also a form of desensitization therapy.”

She was talking nonsense, dizzy, her words righteous, messy, and extremely fake. She was a little disgusted with herself.

Wasn’t she just trying to test Mu Sixue’s feelings? She didn’t want to hold Mu Sixue’s hand.

Losing interest, she pulled her hand away and pressed it to the hem of her clothes. She watched the top floor slowly descend. Just as it was about to reach the first basement level, her hand was suddenly held by a cool, soft hand.

[She hopes to hold your hand, very much so.] [But she didn’t get to, the wish failed.]

Hand in hand, before Mu Sixue’s high heels stepped out of the elevator, before Yan Qinghe could smell the scent of snow mountain and white lotus, her nose was lightly scraped, like a feather brushing past. The woman’s red lips were by her ear, and she softly uttered three words—

“Little liar.”