The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 53

Chapter 53

“Don’t!” Yan Qinghe blurted out!

The red gash on Mu Sixue’s temple did not bloom. The expected headshot did not happen.

Yan Qinghe stared at the woman’s face, which was completely unharmed. Her eyes ached, and in her panic, her heart almost stopped.

The cylinder of the revolver spun an inch. The bang was a blank.

Thank goodness!

The burly man in black, who was called “Black Mirror,” grinned, revealing slightly uneven white teeth. He nodded at He Ziyu, and the two of them had a tacit understanding.

“Bingo!” He Ziyu snapped her fingers at Yan Qinghe. “Your senior is very lucky. This is a revolver. The cylinder has ten rounds, with six bullets randomly loaded.”

“This time it was a blank, but next time—it might not be so lucky!”

One of the ten rounds was a blank, leaving three blanks and six live rounds.

If another shot were fired, there was a two-thirds chance of it being fatal. Yan Qinghe didn’t dare to gamble, to gamble with Mu Sixue’s life.

He Ziyu’s palm was up, as if a butterfly were fluttering. Her fingertips danced for a moment, then she suddenly retracted four fingers, her index finger hooked, and she ambiguously poked Yan Qinghe’s black shirt.

From bottom to top, her fingernail lightly scraped the texture of her beloved’s buttons.

Yan Qinghe: “You…!”

Her gaze was cold, her face tense with nervousness and indignation, letting He Ziyu have her way with her.

Her half-open shirt, the unbuttoned buttons, like corn being shucked, revealed a magnificent view.

Her long neck, and below it, a stretch of ice-like jade bone, lustrous and smooth.

He Ziyu licked her lips. What a sexy alpha. Her childhood friend, after a few years, had become even more handsome and elegant.

She suddenly felt a little breathless. She parted her lips slightly to take a deep breath and calm her racing heart.

She reached out her fingertips and caressed Yan Qinghe’s neck with fascination. Yan Qinghe turned her face away, her face as still as a jade sculpture, her body stiff.

He Ziyu looked at her intently. “Are you that unwilling?”

Yan Qinghe bit her lip. The scent of red wine pheromones was wanton and unrestrained. Every particle of pheromone in the air wanted to drill into her inhibitor patch and occupy her gland.

She felt very uncomfortable, and her expression was also unwilling.

He Ziyu felt a little disappointed.

“Black Mirror,” she called softly again, as if she were about to load a bullet in the next second.

“Don’t!” Yan Qinghe moved swiftly, one hand grabbing He Ziyu’s, the other covering her lips. “Tell me! What do you want me to do?”

Feeling the alpha’s hands on her, He Ziyu’s heart trembled. In Yan Qinghe’s palm, with a smack, she left a moist kiss.

I want to be held in my beloved alpha’s arms.

“Fuck!” Yan Qinghe said, as if she had been stung by a bee, and quickly pulled her hand back.

She couldn’t help but swear. When she was a child and hung out with the children of prominent families, crude words were common. After meeting her beloved Sister Qianqian, she had gradually changed.

Seeing He Ziyu again, her old habit had been forced out.

Was this still her childhood friend? The one who had fought with her, beaten people up with her, drunk with her, walked the streets with her, and traveled with her. They had been just short of holding hands.

She had been so gentlemanly and normal before.

I thought you were my friend, but you want me to fuck you.

Yan Qinghe’s hair stood on end.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a silver glint in the inner pocket of He Ziyu’s bathrobe. It was the retractable dagger she always carried.

A plan came to mind, and she waited for an opportunity.

He Ziyu: “I’m an alpha, but I hope to make you happy. If you’re unwilling, it wouldn’t seem like I’m bullying a good alpha.”

That would be so boring.

Yan Qinghe couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Who was forcing whom now? He Ziyu was shameless.

“Can you bully me?” Yan Qinghe almost laughed out loud.

She had never been as good at mixed martial arts as her, not as fast at swimming. A light push, and she would fall without the wind even blowing.

“I can’t bully you,” He Ziyu admitted with a nod.

In a conceited tone, she held Yan Qinghe’s hand and, from the gap in her robe, covered it with her own, ordering her, “But you can bully me.”

“Fuck,” Yan Qinghe said, feeling that the moment her palm got close, the other instantly…

He Ziyu looked at her with even more interest. “Say it again. I love to hear it.”

“Fuck.”

Yan Qinghe: “You wanted to hear it, and I said it.” This guy’s hobby was also perverted. He loved to hear her swear.

He Ziyu let out a satisfied “mm.” “Then do as you just said?”

Yan Qinghe was stunned. What had she just said?

Oh, she had just said “fuck.”

Realizing this, her pupils widened. As if she were seeing He Ziyu for the first time, she looked up at her seriously.

She took a few deep breaths. “Okay.” She couldn’t delay any longer. Her senior was more important.

“You want to do it with me here?” she said bluntly. He Ziyu was a little stunned, not expecting Yan Qinghe to say it so suddenly.

The direct words, coming from Yan Qinghe’s pure and chaste mouth, made He Ziyu’s whole body flush with heat.

She tossed her hair, turned her face to the side, her cheeks unconsciously hot. Then, she lifted her chin proudly. “What do you want to do?”

Yan Qinghe’s expression was blank as she uttered one word, “Undress.”

She needed to get the knife in the inner pocket of He Ziyu’s bathrobe. She could only get it by untying the belt.

“Here?” In front of Mu Sixue and her subordinate? He Ziyu was a little surprised.

Yan Qinghe moved to the chaise lounge and sat down, her shoulders relaxed, her hands clasped behind her neck, leaning back. “Isn’t this the kind of thrill Secretary-General He is looking for?”

“Hurry up, or I’m afraid I’ll regret it.”

He Ziyu looked at the alpha, who had become lazy and casual, and smiled. “Okay.”

No matter what tricks you have, I’ll gladly accept them.

She walked closer to Yan Qinghe and began to lower her head, untying her bathrobe. The one-piece bathrobe opened a gap, which could not hide her curvaceous figure. She pulled it open from the side of her neck, and it was about to fall to the ground.

The moment it was about to fall, Yan Qinghe reached out and grabbed her, stopping the clothes from falling.

He Ziyu was caught off guard and was pulled onto Yan Qinghe’s lap, sitting sideways.

There was no smile in Yan Qinghe’s eyes, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised, as if she were immersed in the moment. She scratched He Ziyu’s gland with her finger, not even touching it completely.

He Ziyu shuddered and wrapped her arms around her waist.

Yan Qinghe: …

Was she that sensitive?

Yan Qinghe held back her discomfort and looked down. He Ziyu’s dagger was in the inner pocket of her bathrobe. She carefully calculated the distance, her brain quickly analyzing.

Her hand movements, under the guise of seduction, were hiding the act of stealing the knife.

He Ziyu felt the alpha’s long, smooth fingers caress her waist. Her whole body was so soft it was unbelievable. She opened her lips and let out an involuntary moan, grabbing Yan Qinghe’s hand.

Just one more second, and Yan Qinghe would have gotten the knife.

At this moment, if He Ziyu moved an inch, she would discover Yan Qinghe’s ill intentions.

Sweat broke out on Yan Qinghe’s forehead. She had no choice but to tempt the other. Her lips parted, and she blew a breath at He Ziyu’s gland.

He Ziyu’s whole body trembled like a delicate flower. Her hand left and wrapped around Yan Qinghe’s waist again.

Yan Qinghe let out a breath, held the knife, and secretly took it out of the bathrobe. Her mouth changed the subject to distract He Ziyu.

“Is there something wrong with the gland on the back of your neck?”

He Ziyu’s eyes were hazy, and her whole body wanted to drill into the alpha’s. “There’s nothing wrong.”

Mu Sixue had a headache. She felt as if she were in a pool of hot water, drowning. Through the water, she looked at the world on the shore. Why was He Ziyu sitting on Summer’s lap?

The stinging heat of the water flooded her eyes. She just felt that the hot water was soaking into every pore of her body. She tried hard to open her eyes, but she could only see a blur.

Yan Qinghe was like a patient hunter, ambushing in enemy territory. “Nothing wrong? How can you release pheromones without being touched?” She softened at a single scratch.

He Ziyu laughed at herself. It was only in front of her that she was like this.

She felt strange. The sensitivity of a politician and a genius suddenly took over.

She asked Yan Qinghe in return, “Are we going to do it or not?”

Qinghe was a little strange. She looked up. The alpha’s eyes were icy cold, like a wolf that had been circling for a long time, a sharp weapon in its hand.

He Ziyu’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. She moved her hand to the inner pocket of her bathrobe. It was empty. “You…!”

The next second, Yan Qinghe pushed her away fiercely, held the dagger in her hand, and swung her arm up and to the right, raising it high.

He Ziyu closed her eyes, a bitter smile on her lips.

The expected pain did not come. She heard a whoosh, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground.

It was the blind man in black, who had fallen to the ground, the dagger beside him.
Mu Sixue’s life was no longer in danger.

Yan Qinghe let out a long sigh of relief, picked up Mu Sixue, and looked at her coldly.

“Give me the antidote.”

He Ziyu chuckled lightly. Her bathrobe was not tied tightly, and the untied belt swayed with a spring-like charm, along with the porcelain bottle of antidote in her hand, swaying in and out of the window.

“It’s 46 floors high. Why don’t I just throw it away now?” He Ziyu raised an eyebrow. “As a price for you deceiving me.”

“This heat-lust poison must be treated with medicine. Sex alone can’t solve it. If you don’t do it, you’ll die. Even if you do it seven times a night, you’ll have lifelong side effects the next day.”

“This medicine, there’s only one bottle, in powder form.” He Ziyu’s hand swayed, her thumb and middle finger lightly pinching the neck of the bottle. One unsteady move and it would fall, turning to dust in the air.

Yan Qinghe gritted her teeth and put down Mu Sixue. Mu Sixue gradually regained some consciousness. “Summer, don’t… worry about me. Let’s go.”

“Senior, I won’t leave you. Don’t worry, I will definitely get the antidote for you.”

She looked at He Ziyu’s stubbornness, her obsessive and infatuated gaze. Her tense muscles also suddenly relaxed.

Her past self, with her obsession with Ji Qianqian, with those unspeakable fantasies. What was the difference between that and the He Ziyu of today?

Putting herself in her shoes.

She let go of all her calculations and strength and placed Mu Sixue on the bed. The woman’s eyes were shimmering, her cool, frosty face furrowed with a charming and moving expression. She frowned and shook her head at her. “Don’t.”

“Senior, it’s okay.”

It was just one time with someone she didn’t like. It wouldn’t hurt.

I just hope you won’t dislike me from now on.

She took a breath, her eyes calm, and asked He Ziyu, “Let’s go to the room next door, not here, okay?”

He Ziyu’s eyes lowered, a smile on her lips. She lightly sharpened her nails with the small dagger and said, “Let’s do it here.”

“But I’ve changed my mind.”

Yan Qinghe’s eyes lit up.

“Right here, but you have to be at my mercy and be obedient.” He Ziyu’s peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly. “I’ll give you the antidote after we’re done. If you’re willing, then undress.”

As if in return for Yan Qinghe’s teasing of her before, she didn’t even glance at her. “Undress!”

Yan Qinghe held back the knot in her stomach and bit her lip. “Okay.”

She lifted her chin and unbuttoned her shirt, one by one, saying as she did, “Ziyu, I remember the first time I saw you, you were a head shorter than me.”

“You were surrounded by a group of adults and children. They were all taller than you, but they all followed your orders. You were like a princess, the center of attention.”

“But I still thought I was much cooler than you. They were just trying to please you, but I didn’t need anyone to please me, nor did I want to please anyone.”

“But that day, I only accepted what you gave me. You came to me and gave me an orange.”

He Ziyu put down the dagger, her eyes flickering. She perked up her ears and quietly listened to Yan Qinghe talk about their first meeting.

“Guess why I was willing to accept what you gave me.” Yan Qinghe hadn’t finished unbuttoning her shirt, and a hint of her collarbone was exposed.

“Because I gave you an orange?” He Ziyu asked, putting the dagger back in her pocket and looking up. She had later learned that Yan Qinghe liked citrus fruits.

Yan Qinghe: “Yes, my pheromones are also calamansi flavored. Today, I’m willing to tell you this.”

She continued, “That day, your eyes were very sincere. You thought I was sitting there alone, with no one paying attention to me, as if you were afraid I would be lonely.”

“Ziyu, I was willing to accept your gift because I felt, at that moment, that I had felt your pity and understanding.”

Yan Qinghe’s voice drifted in He Ziyu’s heart. Her honest words, and her half-undressed, dashing self, were all laid bare before her.

He Ziyu traced the beautiful body she had dreamed of and fantasized about countless times. The beauty of an omega and the charm of a perfect alpha were fully displayed in Yan Qinghe.

She was clearly within reach, but she suddenly felt a sense of disinterest.

“Ziyu, the orange you gave me, I couldn’t bear to eat it for a long time, until it went bad. I even made a specimen of the peel. It symbolized our past friendship. I will never forget anyone who has shown me a small kindness.”

“This body is just a stinking skin bag, nothing special. If you want it, take it.”

“If it makes you feel better.”

He Ziyu’s eyes were moved. “Are you really willing?”

Yan Qinghe was persuasive, moving her with emotion. “This is not just for Mu Sixue. The pity you had for the lonely, unnoticed me in your childhood is the same as my feelings for you now.”

“Ziyu, I’m not heartless. Although I don’t love you, I have friendship and pity for you.”

“Pity?” He Ziyu chuckled lightly. “Are you pitying me?” She didn’t need it.

Yan Qinghe shook her head and walked straight in front of He Ziyu. “It’s heartache for a friend.”

Because she understood, she was compassionate. She had also been obsessed with someone and knew how unbearable that hopeless and desperate, twisted feeling was.

“Don’t come any closer to me.” Feeling the sexy openness of the alpha’s deep collarbones, He Ziyu’s face grew slightly red, and she couldn’t control herself. Her gland grew hot, and she wanted to be…

The scene from her dream was reenacted. Her voice trembled, her breath ragged, and she swallowed.

Her peach-blossom eyes were misty. She unwillingly lifted her chin. “Will you really not feel disgusted when you’re with me?”

Yan Qinghe wanted to say no, but she hesitated slightly. This moment of hesitation stung He Ziyu’s eyes.

Her whole heart was both chilled by Yan Qinghe’s duplicitous behavior and warmed by the alpha’s sincere words.

In Qinghe’s heart, she still had a place… right? But it was just friendship.

The desire to be played with by her was shattered by her “heartache.” She looked at the other’s pure, kind, and beautiful face. Qinghe was still the same as when she was a child.

Seeing a little bit of pain in others, even if it was fake, even if it was a small injury on a kitten or a puppy, she would feel pity and stop.

She should have pretended to be more pitiful.

What a fool. She didn’t know if she was talking about herself or Qinghe.

“You can take Mu Sixue and go,” He Ziyu said, turning her back to her. She took out the antidote from her pocket and threw it behind her.

“I won’t, and I don’t want to see you again,” she said, her words both sincere and insincere. Her pride, her secrets, had been crushed in front of Yan Qinghe tonight.

“I don’t want you to find me annoying or disgusting anymore.” To get a “heartache” from Qinghe was a small gain. This was her first losing deal in her years in business and politics.

Perhaps from the moment she had differentiated into an alpha, she had been a complete failure.

Perhaps, even if she had differentiated into an omega, she might not have won.

He Ziyu stepped forward, her fingertips tightening, and helped Yan Qinghe button up her shirt to the top. With a pop, the button on her neck was in her palm.

“I don’t regret what I did to you and Mu Sixue tonight.”

“If you think I’m disgusting, then so be it.” Her peach-blossom eyes were slightly lowered, pitiful and lost, as if she had given up.

Yan Qinghe rubbed her forehead. Perhaps it was the softness of a shared pity, or perhaps it was the pity for a past friend. She let out a long, light sigh from the bottom of her heart. “He Ziyu, hold your head up!”

Before He Ziyu could raise her head, she was quickly embraced by Yan Qinghe in a comforting hug. “You’re not disgusting.”

“No kind of feeling should be labeled as disgusting.”

“Thank you for having liked me, but love is not possession, threats, or demands.”

Not like He Ziyu’s threats and promises.

“Love is devotion, sacrifice, and letting go.”

Just as she was willing to take off her clothes to get the antidote for her senior, prepared to be successfully threatened.

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand nonchalantly. “I’m leaving.”

“Oh, I forgot to say, Black Mirror is not dead. I threw the back of the knife at him, and it hit his fainting point.”

As she spoke, she walked to Mu Sixue, touched her forehead to check her temperature, and carefully and gently picked her up. She took a little of the antidote on her fingertip and brought it to the woman’s lips.

Mu Sixue obediently took a sip. Yan Qinghe’s fingertips were slightly wet and trembled. Her face suddenly grew hot. She just felt that He Ziyu was staring at her, and it was inexplicably awkward.

A thought she didn’t want to admit had been discovered.

He Ziyu’s eyelids were slightly raised, her palm holding the button, leaning against the wall. “Qinghe, you really do like her.”

Yan Qinghe didn’t answer. After carrying Mu Sixue into the elevator, she turned around, her back straight. “Yes. I hope you won’t do this to Sixue again. This is the last time. Next time, I won’t be so soft-hearted. I also hope you can find your good person soon.”

Mu Sixue was carried in a princess hold, her beautiful hair like satin, her face like a sunset. Yan Qinghe got into the car of the assistant who was waiting below. After sending a message to withdraw the Shadow guards, she immediately ordered, “To President Mu’s house.”

Mu Sixue was half-relieved by the medicine. Her hand, which was clinging to Yan Qinghe’s neck, discreetly moved away.

“Summer, please put me down,” she murmured, her voice as clear as jade.

“You held her… didn’t you?”