The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 44

Chapter 44:

“She held my hand,” Yan Qinghe thought as she drove. The flowing lights of the car’s interior cast a glow on the edge. The light circled, as if passing through the glass, and spun in her mind, repeating those few words over and over.

Her senior had held her hand. On her own initiative!

Wait, why did her senior hold her hand? It was a bit sudden.

Did her senior like her?! But the previous tests, drinking from the same cup without blushing, not avoiding her gaze when they made eye contact. Yan Qinghe’s hands were on the steering wheel, her heart pounding, and she was a little unsure again.

She told Zhang Siyu about the situation as soon as she got back.

On the video screen, Zhang Siyu tapped her forehead with her hand, her eyes narrowed into a line. “From what you’re saying, it really is…”

Yan Qinghe’s heart was in her throat. Her legs, which had been stretched out on the bed, immediately crossed. “It really is what?”

“It really is hard to say,” Zhang Siyu said, rubbing her nose. “But what is certain is—” she looked at Yan Qinghe with a meaningful gaze.

“You have signs of being moved by Mu Sixue.”

After turning off the video call, Yan Qinghe had a little trouble sleeping. From her first meeting with Mu Sixue to the present, her mind was like a screen on auto-replay, looping endlessly.

Mu Sixue had called her a little liar. Just those three words, as clear as a spring, the sound of jade beads on a plate, were stretched out in her mind, “lit-tleli-ar, lit-tleli-ar.”

The echo reverberated, lingering all night.

Since her rebirth, this was the first time she had lost sleep over someone other than Ji Qianqian. In the past, it was nightmares of her past life. Tonight, her mind was filled with Mu Sixue’s bright eyes, beautiful voice, and slender fingers.

She stared at the ceiling, and the ceiling stared back at her. Gradually, Mu Sixue’s face appeared on the ceiling.

She sighed lightly. It was not a sigh of autumn loneliness, but a fire between spring and summer. A flame was flickering in her heart, noisy and a little helpless.

In the future of her life, Sisyphus no longer blindly pushed the stone to the top of the mountain, day after day.

She saw Sisyphus push away the round boulder, look down from the top of the mountain, and turn to look into the distance. It turned out—there was a more beautiful scenery on another mountain.

She got up from the bed and pushed open the door to the study, wanting to distract herself a little. It was not a good feeling to have her mind occupied by one person, one doubt, one guess.

She opened the computer on her desk and dealt with her emails. An email from Mu Sixue, with a list of potential loopholes in the company’s projects from the past few years and points to note for the next few years, was sent to her in an Excel spreadsheet.

It was clear and easy to understand. What a thoughtful President Mu.

With a snap, she closed the computer. Yan Qinghe propped her face in her hands and let out a low groan. Damn it.

A sleepless night.

***

The next day, the weather forecast had predicted a sunny day, but the moment the rain fell, it had cleverly switched to overcast with rain.

The heavens were not cooperative, and it began to drizzle.

Pedestrians without cars cursed. Pedestrians with cars, in the long, snake-like traffic jam, repeatedly honked their horns.

Yan Qinghe’s mood suddenly improved a little. She had always liked the rain. She had brought a long umbrella from home and, after getting in the car, remembered that there was another one in the trunk.

The rain, which had started in the middle of the night, washed away half of the day’s fog, and the air was filled with a fresh, green scent.

It was as if it had washed away all her dark and unclear thoughts from yesterday.

Yan Qinghe drove to the company. There were faint dark circles under her eyes. After finishing her morning work, she stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with her arms crossed. The rain, falling straight down from the sky, had covered the window with a dense layer of mist.

She hooked her finger and, after a moment’s hesitation, wrote a person’s name on the window.

The small water droplets gradually wound their way down, sliding along the lines of the name, like a hot rain falling on her heart.

The flowers and plants on the windowsill, their plump branches and leaves were covered with crisp droplets.

The green was not yet lush, the red not yet faded. There was no regular meeting this morning, and the two of them were working on their own. So—what was Mu Sixue doing? she thought, looking at the name on the window.

This unprovoked turn of thought made her want to see her at lunchtime.

She stood up and stretched, feeling a little more energetic. Although she hadn’t slept at night, her brain was active, as if preparing for a hundred-meter sprint on a playground. She walked out, then turned back, a long umbrella in her hand.

***

Mu Sixue raised her hand and gently kneaded her neck. It was a little sore. She walked to the elevator. She had been at the company for a few days, and the employees of the Yan Corporation were very polite, greeting her constantly. She nodded to each of them. When she reached the first floor, she realized that the weather was not cooperating, and it was still raining.

She looked at the coffee shop across from the company. It was not far from the Yan Corporation’s building. She could get there by walking through the covered corridor. It should be fine without an umbrella.

She held out her hand to catch a few raindrops. The rain was as fine as ox hair, and it felt wet when she rubbed it. She was inexplicably reminded of the faint, hidden sweat on Yan Qinghe’s palm. The same touch.

After a moment’s hesitation, she stepped into the rain. She might have to change her clothes when she got back, and her hair would probably be a little wet. She didn’t feel the expected raindrops.

An umbrella had appeared above her head at some point. The familiar “little liar” from yesterday was holding an umbrella for her, her profile beautiful, her thin lips slightly pursed, very serious.

Summer had appeared by her side.

Yan Qinghe had been following behind Mu Sixue without a sound. After being discovered, she wanted to smile and wink at Mu Sixue.

Unfortunately, the umbrella was too heavy, the sky was too dark, and she had slept too late last night. And Mu Sixue was too beautiful. In short, there were countless excuses, countless reasons, and it was difficult to remain calm.

The playful, light wink she had intended to give failed. She took a deep breath.

She moved to Mu Sixue’s side and, without a change in expression, kept glancing at the woman.

The umbrella was tilted too much towards the other, and half of her body was wet. Her hair was also covered in a layer of white from the light and slow rain.

The rain was not quiet, and her thoughts were also in turmoil, one after another. The rain beat against the loquat tree, and the door was deeply closed. What was Mu Sixue, this half-hidden heart, thinking?

The professional shirt and hip-hugging skirt showed off her elegant curves. The emerald green pendant, set in her jade-white earlobe, was like a drop of green snail in the corner of a delicate white cloud.

The rain was quiet and lonely, with a hint of liveliness. Mu Sixue’s eyes were also cool and clear, a barrier that looked beyond the mortal world.

If she weren’t by her side, would it be even colder and deeper?

Seeing that Yan Qinghe was half-wet, Mu Sixue said, “It’s tilted.”

Her voice was light, but her hand held the handle of the umbrella and gently moved it in her direction.

Yan Qinghe’s eyes narrowed with a smile. “I know.”

“Is Senior cold?” They stopped under the eaves of the coffee shop, and Yan Qinghe closed the umbrella.

“Not cold.” She didn’t know if it was because of the warm air in the coffee shop or because of the person beside her.

***

Perhaps because she had been half-drenched in the rain, after returning to her office after the meal, Yan Qinghe felt a pain in her shoulder, like salt being sprinkled on a wound. She looked in the mirror, took off half of her shirt, and the bruised scrape was as red as a rose, bright and eye-catching.

It was a scrape she had gotten a few days ago while sparring with a partner at the mixed martial arts gym.

After being soaked in the rain, the injury had worsened. She went to look for medicine, only to find that it had expired.

She haphazardly pulled on her shirt and leaned back on the soft sofa, wanting to send a message to her assistant to buy her a new one.

She thought for a moment, then dismissed the idea. She bit her lip, took a picture of the expired medicine, and posted it on her Moments with a caption.

[Sigh, when it rains, it pours. The wound is infected, and the medicine has expired.]

Then, she set it to be visible only to Mu Sixue.

After posting it, she patted her face and looked at herself in the mirror again, left and right. Slender waist, long legs, a white shirt slightly open, the wound exposed, her skin like jade.

Indeed, Yan Qinghe had to admit that even when injured, she was a very good-looking alpha. This hint gave her a bit of confidence for her next move.

She waited and waited. Hearing a knock on the door, she was about to get up and walk over, but she coughed lightly, added a bit of reserve, and sat back down in her office chair, saying calmly, “Come in.”

When the third assistant entered, she saw that her boss’s eyes first widened, then lowered, and she sighed, as if she didn’t want to see her. Or had she come at the wrong time?

The third assistant felt a little guilty.

Yan Qinghe looked at her for a few moments, then quickly signed the documents. “Where is your President Mu?”

“President Mu is in a group meeting,” the third assistant replied.

“Oh, you can go out,” Yan Qinghe said, waving her hand.

Then, she shook her head with a self-mocking smile and was about to delete the Moments post, but an unknown emotion prompted her. She opened the edit mode and changed it to—
[Sigh! I hope the wound heals quickly.]

The picture was changed to a photo of the wound she had taken with her back to the mirror. Her fair, square shoulder was half-exposed, revealing her smooth skin, and below it was the stark wound.

She added an A-bao color filter, making it look shocking.

Afterward, she really did receive the medicine, but it was delivered by Mu Sixue’s assistant.

Yan Qinghe’s heart warmed a little, and then felt a little disappointed.

She took the medicine to apply it, but it was difficult to do so with her backhand. She decided to throw all caution to the wind. Why not… go to her senior’s office and have her senior help her apply it?

She suddenly found this whole operation to be very familiar. Hadn’t Ji Qianqian done something similar before?

Recalling that experience of going to her door to apply medicine, Yan Qinghe’s face grew hot. She told herself that it was different. The great Miss Ji had impure intentions, but she was really in a difficult situation. If the wound wasn’t treated, it would get infected.

When she carefully arrived at Mu Sixue’s office, Mu Sixue had just finished her meeting.
Unexpectedly, President Mu was surprisingly easy to talk to today. She let out a light “mm,” and her long, slender fingers twisted open the cap of the medicine bottle, as if she were about to tend to a flower.

Both of them were serious, as if they were participating in a solemn ceremony.

They went to the bed in the rest area of the office. Yan Qinghe sat on the bed with her back to her, and Mu Sixue sat on the edge of the bed, a little uncomfortable.

“Take it off.”

A large bed, white and soft, very similar to the one at her home. It must be very comfortable to lie on. Was she going to be treated on the bed?

A series of elementary school vocabulary words disturbed her brain when she received Mu Sixue’s “take it off” command. She suddenly became like an 18-year-old girl about to be married.

Fidgety and at a loss.

Mu Sixue frowned slightly. The wound was quite obvious. Had it been infected and worsened by the rain?

“A little lower.”

“This… uh… okay.”

Yan Qinghe’s mouth hesitated, but her hands moved quickly. Like peeling a bamboo shoot, the white shirt, after being soaked in the rain, was transparent and wet, making her skin look like ice and jade.

Her pretty cheeks were slightly red. Her back, when touched by Mu Sixue’s slender fingertips, trembled slightly, like a mimosa that hides when touched.

Mu Sixue’s fingertips were slightly cool, but when they touched Yan Qinghe’s skin, it was as if she had been burned. Could an alpha also have such smooth skin?

Unknowingly, their hair became entangled.