The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 61

Chapter 61:

Yan Qinghe didn’t pay any more attention to Mu Sixue after her message was ignored.

Mu Sixue’s delayed reply to her question about whether Sichen was Agnes was, without a doubt, a subconscious admission of guilt.

The next day, in front of the elevator, when Mu Sixue saw her coming, she actually took the staff elevator instead.

A dark light flickered in Yan Qinghe’s eyes. Had she been questioned by her girlfriend and was now avoiding her like the plague again?

Good. Mu Sixue was also very skilled. She no longer had to worry about her. Whether it was He Ziyu or Li Ziyu pursuing her, it had nothing to do with her anymore.

She had been sleepless all night. Asking herself, she didn’t have any deep wounds, just a dull ache from a soft knife, stabbing her in the heart, needing a little respite.

How ridiculous, to have so much affection for a beta beauty who was already taken. At most, this beauty was a little more skilled, a little more capable, and between them, compared to others, there was a little more ambiguity.

She was tired of Mu Sixue’s lack of resistance, tired of her teasing and rejecting every time she made a move.

Mu Sixue had been very strange all day. During the meeting, she had been sitting across from her. Sometimes she would suddenly look up, and her eyes would hold something she couldn’t understand. Guilt, and a hint of a rosy shyness?

Yan Qinghe just thought she was seeing things.

It had to be said, Mu Sixue rarely showed shyness in front of her. After she had caught that glimpse of her lowering her eyes like a crabapple blossom, her eyelashes trembling with shyness, her heart had been warmed again.

Mu Sixue, that wicked woman. Her emotions were being toyed with. She tried hard not to lose herself and simply pretended not to see.

Mu Sixue clearly noticed Yan Qinghe’s coldness. After learning that the object of her prophetic spring dream was this alpha in front of her, the other began to have nowhere to hide in her eyes… She looked through her fine white shirt, her wide black suit pants, and the other’s figure gradually overlapped with the naked form in her dream.

An extremely bad and shameful memory. She began to find it difficult to look at Summer directly.

Regarding the love affair that would happen next year, the system had told her that if she didn’t forcefully change it, it would come true.

She should have ignored Yan Qinghe, but when the other no longer looked at her with the eager gaze that was about to melt her, she actually felt a little unaccustomed. The food in the cafeteria at noon was either greasy or bland. In her mouth, it all tasted like nothing.

It was far from as delicious as what that person had made by hand.

After her meal, Mu Sixue walked on the path where she and Qinghe had once walked together. The wisteria was still cascading down, and at the intersection of the garden, it sprinkled a bit of green.

But her heart, like this vine, had made a circle, and in the center of the circle were the three words Yan Qinghe.

It was all because of that dream. They hadn’t really slept together, but her whole body felt as if it had been ravaged by that person.

It was as if she had already become the one this alpha had touched, the one who had been treated like that for the first time. What was even more surprising was that the unprecedented pleasure and the cells in her body that were faintly hot were telling her that her body was not resisting.

But her emotions were still not used to it. In the end, was it because she cared that Yan Qinghe was an alpha, or because—she didn’t like Yan Qinghe enough?

Mu Sixue was a little dazed. She began to stare at the handsome face across from her during meetings, to think of Summer’s food when she ate, and to think of the works they had discussed that day when she walked.

She thought of the reward Yan Qinghe had asked for after she had finished reading that book.

She thought of everything about her.

…

Her office and Yan Qinghe’s were not close, but she had, as if possessed, taken a book from her bookshelf and knocked on the other’s office door just before she got off work.

“Senior, what are you doing here after work?”

Yan Qinghe called her “Senior,” but her expression was not very enthusiastic. She was sprawled out, like a real chairwoman, sitting upright in her office chair, the pen in her hand spinning leisurely.

The one who was uncomfortable was now Mu Sixue.

She realized that Yan Qinghe did not welcome her, or perhaps, she had lost interest in her?

Before she had knocked on the door and announced her name, even if she had known it was her, Yan Qinghe had just said lightly, “Come in!” as if she were a visitor from another company, completely unfazed.

Realizing this, the fire that had been brewing in her heart all day was instantly extinguished. The desire to change the prophetic dream flickered in the alpha’s cold detachment.

Mu Sixue’s expression was even more like a cool frost. The book in Mu Sixue’s hand was suspended in the air between them.

“I was just passing by your office after work. I thought you had finished that book, so I brought you a new one,” Mu Sixue explained lightly.

Yan Qinghe raised an eyebrow. Mu Sixue’s office, to her office, required a detour. How could she be passing by?

She had clearly made a special trip to bring her the book, yet she had to emphasize that she was just passing by. She had known Mu Sixue for so long, but she had never realized that she could lie without batting an eye.

A beautiful face, her red lips slightly pursed, her watery eyes, when they met her gaze, shifted to the side.

A little cute. Yan Qinghe’s cold mood from the day, when Mu Sixue took the initiative to approach, had inexplicably improved a little. The bleak, falling leaves of autumn were blown by a gentle breeze.

One-third of spring had suddenly revived.

She reached across the desk, her fingertips pinching, and from Mu Sixue’s hand, which was hanging by her waist, she tried to take the book, Borges’s “The Garden of Forking Paths.”

Mu Sixue hesitated, suddenly not wanting to lend it. Yan Qinghe felt the resistance and chuckled inwardly. Her eyes also filled with a smile. She stood up and walked in front of Mu Sixue.

She was taller than Mu Sixue.

As they got closer, the book was lifted and held against Yan Qinghe’s chest, like a small, square wall that couldn’t hold back anything.

Yan Qinghe smiled and passed by her. Mu Sixue bit her lip. The sensation of their bodies touching in the dream, a faint swelling fermented from her gland. She was a little uncomfortable, and a sudden stuffiness in her heart, for a dream, for the reaction that had been stirred up.

She put the book behind her and was about to leave when Yan Qinghe anticipated her move and wrapped her arms around her from the front, her chin almost touching her nose.

Her two hands formed a circle. To an outsider, it looked as if Mu Sixue were in Yan Qinghe’s embrace.

Mu Sixue heard this alpha, who was charming both in and out of dreams, look down at her with a teasing gaze, her voice by her ear, full of a teasing tone, “Senior, since you’ve brought it, won’t you lend it to me?”

“I finished the last one a long time ago. I’ve been in a book slump recently.”

Yan Qinghe got closer and closer. The moment their skin touched through their clothes, Mu Sixue bit her lip and threw the book on the desk.

With a clatter, she left the chairman’s office and fled.

Yan Qinghe’s mood improved a little more. A moment later, she held the cover of the book, stunned for a long time. A fragrance she had never smelled before filled the air. It was the scent she had smelled when she had sent Mu Sixue off from He Ziyu’s hotel and had closed the door to Mu Sixue’s house.

This scent… she clutched her gland, dazed. It wasn’t perfume, nor was it an omega. It was more like an alpha, or the lingering scent on an omega who had spent a night with an alpha.

The air fan turned quietly. In just a moment, when Yan Qinghe sniffed again, the fragrance was gone. She just thought it was her imagination.

**

A few days passed uneventfully. This day, Mu Sichen fainted in the art studio. Receiving this news, Mu Sixue couldn’t sit still in the meeting, but she still maintained a calm tone, apologized to everyone, and then asked Yan Qinghe for leave and hurried out of the company.

Mu Sichen had had a sudden heart attack and had been sent to the hospital by the students at the art studio. In the car, Mu Sixue’s face was icy. The wish fulfillment progress bar from the system had only reached sixty percent.

“So, is there any other way to fulfill that person’s wish faster?” she asked the system as she drove.

The system’s voice was cold and did not soften because of Mu Sixue’s urgency. “Host, the world’s child’s wish does not erupt at any time. It requires a certain opportunity.”

Mu Sixue tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “Is there no other way?”

Mu Sichen’s fate was to die in a year. In one year, could she gather forty percent of the wishes? Mu Sixue had no confidence.

She didn’t know Yan Qinghe as well as she had imagined.

The system kindly reminded her, “This will not lead to death. It is just an accident. The host might as well think about how to find a good doctor to get through this crisis.”

“A good doctor?” Mu Sixue came back to her senses. She had heard that Professor Smith from A-Country was the best in the field, but he had retired last year, and no one knew where he was.

Smith’s medical team had also disappeared with him. Some said they were helping the poor and needy in small, poor countries. No one could find them. Even if a powerful person’s life was in danger, they couldn’t invite this great figure.

After Mu Sixue left, Yan Qinghe also dismissed the meeting. She could see that her senior seemed very flustered.

When she arrived at H City’s First Hospital, following the directions of Mu Sixue’s assistant, Mu Sixue was outside the emergency room, her arms crossed, her slender figure a little helpless.

Yan Qinghe looked at the red light of the emergency room. That was her senior’s girlfriend. Agnes had a heart condition, and her senior was still so devoted. Perhaps she shouldn’t get between them and affect their deep love.

She couldn’t bear to see Mu Sixue so helpless. She wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but then she lowered her hand with a sense of loss, clenched her palm, and said softly, “Senior, Agnes will be fine.”

Mu Sixue shook her head and looked at Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe was stared at by her eager eyes and had the illusion that she needed her very much. In the next second, Mu Sixue placed her two hands on her shoulders. “Summer, do you have any great wish in this life?”

Yan Qinghe was a little stunned. A wish?

She smiled bitterly. “Senior, I don’t have any wishes.” And, some wishes couldn’t be fulfilled, just as time couldn’t be turned back, and a bird couldn’t return to its old forest.

And, some wishes were best kept in her heart. She didn’t want to say it. Since it couldn’t be fulfilled, what was the point of a wish?

She and Mu Sixue were not that close yet.

Mu Sixue’s pupils dimmed for a moment. “Is that so?” Was it that she really didn’t have one, or that she couldn’t say it?

She didn’t know her. In the end, she and she were just a senior and a junior, a superior and a subordinate. She didn’t know her as well as Yan Qinghe’s ex, Ji Qianqian.

This realization made her silent. The shock of Mu Sichen’s illness and the delay in Yan Qinghe’s mission… made her unusually flustered.

Yan Qinghe asked, “Why don’t you take Agnes abroad for treatment, Senior?”

Mu Sixue: “I’m not familiar with the medical teams abroad.”

Yan Qinghe: “I remember Professor Smith is a leader in the field of heart disease.”

Mu Sixue looked up. “Do you know him?”

Yan Qinghe felt Mu Sixue’s expectation and, with a sense of loss, smiled and comforted her, “I’ve met him once. Although I don’t know where he is now, I can help you look for him.”

…

Yan Qinghe followed through on her words. She said she would help Mu Sixue look, and she really did. She temporarily handed over the company’s affairs to the board of directors and went to the poor country of F and the surrounding small countries with the Shadow guards. The place was rampant with epidemics and gunfire.

For three days, Yan Qinghe did not sleep. She was worried about Mu Sixue, and Mu Sixue was worried about Agnes. It didn’t matter.

She just wanted Mu Sixue to be happy.

Finally, on the third day, in a small village, she found Professor Smith’s team and invited him to H City.

Mu Sixue’s anxious heart finally settled when she saw the dust-covered Yan Qinghe and the white-haired Professor Smith beside her.

Summer looked a little thinner than three days ago. Mu Sixue frowned. She knew she had gone to F Country. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t worried. She knew she owed Yan Qinghe a great debt.

Could she repay it by working hard for the Yan Corporation? Probably not enough.

Under the careful treatment of Smith’s team, Mu Sichen quickly passed the critical period and was transferred from the ICU to a VIP ward.

Yan Qinghe walked into the ward and brought the porridge and soup she had made at home. She opened them, and the light fragrance of the food filled the ward. They were all suitable for a patient.

Mu Sixue said thank you, opened the thermos, and fed Agnes spoonful by spoonful. The blonde girl’s face was pale, like a daisy in winter. She also said a solemn thank you to Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe looked at the two of them, so deeply in love even in sickness, and thought that Mu Sixue had never fed her. As expected, this was the treatment only a real girlfriend received.

She stood up with a sense of loss, thinking, why am I competing with a patient? I’ll just consider it as repaying Mu Sixue’s kindness over the years.

Until Agnes, that is, Mu Sichen, said in a weak voice, “I heard that Chairwoman Yan made a special trip to F Country to find Smith’s team.”

“I’m really sorry. My illness has caused you trouble.”

Yan Qinghe stopped her steps and forced a smile. “It’s no trouble. Senior has also helped me a lot.”

“Yes, besides me, my sister has never cared so much for another person.”

Speaking of which, Mu Sichen was also a little jealous. These past few days, besides the time she spent looking after her, Mu Sixue would stand by the window in the ward for a long time, her gaze fixed on the distance, like a wife waiting for her husband.

“Sister?” Yan Qinghe was stunned. Was it popular for couples to call each other “sister” now?

“Yes,” Mu Sichen said with a smile. Mu Sixue glanced at her, and she suddenly felt that a certain factor in the air was about to change. Before she could stop her, Mu Sichen had popped the pink bubble of her carefully constructed disguise.

“I haven’t formally introduced myself yet. My name is Mu Sichen. I’m Mu Sixue’s younger sister.”

Yan Qinghe felt as if she had been struck by lightning. What had she just heard? Agnes was her senior’s younger sister. She opened her mouth and asked foolishly, “Blood-related?”

Mu Sichen raised an eyebrow. This question was really strange. “More real than real gold—blood sisters.”

In a moment, an unbelievable joy embraced every cell in Yan Qinghe’s body. Her eyelids twitched, and she turned to Mu Sixue. “Senior, you…”

She wanted to laugh, but felt that her intention was too obvious, so she tried her best to purse her lips. When she couldn’t, she had to bite her lip to hide her secret joy.

She straightened her back and, with a righteous intention, her tone was a little fawning as she asked her senior’s sister, pretending to be casual, “…I thought you were Senior’s partner.”

After she said it, she let out a soft, dry laugh and ran a hand through her hair to lessen the awkwardness.

Mu Sichen gradually saw through her “wolf’s ambition.” Seeing that she had risked her life to find a doctor for her, she righteously sold out her sister. “My sister is single.”

After saying this, Mu Sichen felt Mu Sixue’s gaze turn to ice. She continued, unafraid of death, “She always has been.” The kind who had never been in a relationship.

“So, if you—” she didn’t finish. If you like my sister, then go and pursue her.

Mu Sixue couldn’t listen anymore and walked out of the ward. Yan Qinghe suddenly felt that Agnes was really her senior’s sister, and she was just as cute as her senior.

She quickly followed her out, held Mu Sixue’s shoulder, her eyes shining, but she asked knowingly, “Senior, is what Agnes said true?”