The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 63

Chapter 63:

The lake-blue sachet, with its cloud-patterned embroidery, had a light and pleasant scent. It was soft in her hand, like a cloud in the sky.

Seeing Mu Sixue nod slightly and thank her with great care, Yan Qinghe said with a little embarrassment, “It’s not very expensive, but the fragrance inside was blended by me. I hope you’ll like it.”

The scent of an ordinary sachet would gradually fade over time, but the perfumery method she had learned from her master in the Xianglai Dreamscape would make the fragrance richer the longer it was worn, and it also had a calming effect.

Mu Sixue was wearing a moon-white satin qipao today. Her pale white wrist, as she lifted her teacup, was attached to a jade-like arm. Her usually coiled hair was draped over her shoulders, a waterfall of dark silk. She was the very picture of a classical Eastern beauty.

Her slender waist was impossible to hold. Every frown, every smile, every movement exuded a dignified elegance that could be admired but not touched.

Her eyes were distant, out of place with the lively banks of the Seine. By the river was the restaurant Yan Qinghe had booked. The moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, calling to the shimmering waves. Yan Qinghe looked at Mu Sixue’s eyes and just felt that her beautiful eyes were also like the flowing water of the Seine, her gaze shimmering, making her heart sway.

The water gurgled, and the sound of the violin filled the air. Yan Qinghe waved her hand, and the violinist’s bow stopped vibrating on the strings.

Yan Qinghe stood up gracefully and winked at Mu Sixue. She was tall and slender. She walked to the black Steinway piano by the dining table and opened the large piano stand. She first tested the sound. The memory of Xi Zhaowan teaching her piano as a child flashed through her mind.

The familiar muscle memory and the burgeoning affection for Mu Sixue in her heart all turned into the rhythm on the strings.

Her fingertips were like flowing water, pouring onto the black and white keys.

Mu Sixue’s eyes flickered. She had never seen Summer play the piano. The black and white keys, under the slender and straight alpha’s hands, were casually commanded into pleasant notes.

The notes harmonized with the gurgling of the Seine outside the window. The tranquility and poetry made her relive the time she had spent with Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe pursed her lips, her eyelashes half-closed, and played Chopin’s “Nocturne in E-flat Major.” She was focused on the rise and fall of her hands. A woman’s footsteps came from behind, and a graceful figure appeared by the piano bench.
She turned her face to the side. The curves of the moon-white qipao delicately carved out Mu Sixue’s myriad charms. In the feast of music, she was as cool and clear as a holy white lotus.

The slit at the side of the qipao revealed a straight, pale white calf. Yan Qinghe pursed her lips. That pair of long, straight legs, and the tightly wrapped hips, gradually moved closer to her.

Her hand, at some point, was lightly covered by Mu Sixue’s soft palm. “Summer, would you like to play a duet with me?”

“What should we play?” Yan Qinghe heard her own pounding heart. A burning love was rising in her heart, as if it had flowed from Mu Sixue to her, soothing her agitation.

“What does Summer want to play? I can play anything with you.”

Yan Qinghe’s ears grew a little hot. Mu Sixue’s words were clearly about the piano, but she heard a hint of doting in them, as if she were saying, “Whatever you want to do, I’ll allow it.”

She took a deep breath. “Can we play ‘River Flows in You’?” The meaning was a river flowing in her body. They were on the banks of the Seine. She wanted to confess to Mu Sixue after playing this piece, under the witness of the goddess statue.

Mu Sixue agreed and moved her hand from Yan Qinghe’s. Then she played the first note, and Yan Qinghe immediately followed. Their fingertips, rising and falling on the keys, were like they were dancing together.

The long piano was like a ballroom for the two of them, and the keys were the notes played on the other’s body.

Mu Sixue was surprised to find that Yan Qinghe’s musical attainments were very deep and could harmonize with her melody.

The two of them went back and forth, one advancing, the other retreating.

Yan Qinghe’s eyes flickered. For a moment, she felt as if she had returned to her childhood, by the window with the wind-blown curtains. Her Little Aunt would pause at the wrong notes, place her finger on her tender hand, and move it to the correct key. She would beat time by the metronome and sing softly.

At this moment, the person accompanying her was Mu Sixue. As the last note fell, she held back the trembling in her heart and placed her palm on the back of Mu Sixue’s hand, swallowing.

“Senior, I want to play another piece for you. It’s…” a piece about a confession. Just as she was about to speak, a round of applause came from behind.

Her confession was interrupted.

Wei Weizhi had been attracted by the music as she passed by and had pushed open the door. Yan Qinghe frowned, displeased. Hadn’t she booked the whole place? Then she realized that Wei Weizhi also had shares in this restaurant.

Beside Wei Weizhi, the appearance of another woman made her unable to get up for a long time.

The woman’s hair was coiled up, a sandalwood moon-flower goddess hairpin in her bun. Her phoenix eyes, upturned nose, and features were picturesque. Her waist was narrow, her shoulders slender. She was in her thirties, and her whole body exuded an unapproachable, superior air.

Her noble and queenly aura, when she looked up at Yan Qinghe, made the latter shiver. A familiar sense of admiration rose in her heart.

This person was so familiar. Where had she seen her before? Yan Qinghe thought.

She stared at the woman for a long time, which made Wei Weizhi a little unhappy. Her clapping hands gradually lowered, and she quietly asked the woman, “Do you know her?”

The woman gave her a cold glance and uttered a few words, “It’s none of your business.”

Wei Weizhi quickly smiled apologetically. “Yes, it has nothing to do with me. I didn’t know I would run into her here. Do you want to go over and say hello?”

Mu Sixue was amazed. She had never seen her former boss be so servile to anyone, even a little… fawning.

Three of the four people were familiar with each other, and they soon sat down.

Wei Weizhi introduced, “This is Miss Zhaoyan, my…” She wanted to say girlfriend, but Zhaoyan raised an eyebrow. Wei Weizhi pouted and said unwillingly, “A very good friend of mine.”

“Oh?” Yan Qinghe glanced at Mu Sixue. The two of them made eye contact, and a guess formed in her heart. Wei Weizhi’s investment methods in recent years had been far-sighted, such as her early layout in the water resources market and the development of film, television, and games. Could it be the guidance of this expert?

But the relationship between the two of them didn’t seem so simple. Yan Qinghe heard the woman’s voice, and it seemed to be the same voice that had appeared on the phone when she had called Wei Weizhi last time.

Zhaoyan looked at Yan Qinghe intently, her arms crossed, leaning back lazily in her chair. “You’ve had a good life in your new year, little one, hmm?”

Her sudden words left Wei Weizhi confused. She knew Zhaoyan was not simple, and her words had a deep meaning, but she didn’t think much of it.

But Yan Qinghe’s heart was in a turmoil. How did she know she had been reborn?

Zhaoyan’s next sentence was directed at Mu Sixue. “Miss Mu’s silver ring is very beautiful. May I take a look?”

Mu Sixue frowned. This woman was unfathomable. Who was she?

She couldn’t refuse. She took it off her hand. Zhaoyan took it and, under the light of the chandelier, the brilliance of the sapphire, so familiar to the depths of her blood, the connection that had been made a thousand times, made her sneer.

“Some people’s habits… really haven’t changed,” Zhaoyan said, returning the silver ring to Mu Sixue, and she cursed inwardly.

She didn’t say much, but she had successfully attracted Yan Qinghe’s attention. Yan Qinghe’s lips trembled, and she asked softly, “Miss Zhaoyan, have I met you somewhere before?”

“You seem familiar to me.” And she seemed to know that she had been reborn.

Zhaoyan’s eyelids lifted, and she looked at her deeply. She stood up, touched her head, and then lightly touched her features.

Similar features, different expressions. Zhaoyan sighed, a hint of a silent loneliness in her expression.

Her action made Wei Weizhi annoyed. Had Zhaoyan fallen for this alpha? She began to regret bringing the woman here tonight.

She had met Zhaoyan in a bar. Zhaoyan was drinking her sorrows away. She had accidentally slept with her and had been deeply attracted. From then on, she had been at Zhaoyan’s beck and call, her heart moving from Xi Zhaowan to a new person.

At first, she had just thought of Zhaoyan as a new prey in the pleasure field, but the more she got to know her, the more she was attracted to her.

Unfortunately… Zhaoyan had no heart and didn’t care about her at all. Only when she was extremely bored would she let her climb into her bed. And in bed, besides the first time, everything else had to be to her liking.

A complete queen. But Wei Weizhi enjoyed it. Zhaoyan was only like this with her. She wouldn’t even bother to order others around.

But she had actually… stood up and caressed Yan Qinghe’s features. What was she doing! A sour bubble rose in Wei Weizhi’s heart.

Mu Sixue gave Yan Qinghe a cool glance. The alpha hurriedly brushed away Zhaoyan’s hand. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to strangers touching me.”

“Strangers?” Zhaoyan raised an eyebrow. She picked up the sachet Mu Sixue had received. “Your perfumery skills have improved, little one.”

Yan Qinghe’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed the woman’s hand and asked in a trembling voice, “Master?”

The master of the Xianglai Dreamscape, the master who had given her the Wheel of Time.

Zhaoyan indifferently threw away Yan Qinghe’s hand. “I’m not your master.”

She had no time for such things, to be the so-called master of Yan Qinghe. She had just picked up a person on a whim.

She only cared about her own likes and dislikes. Everyone else had nothing to do with her, and she had never thought of Yan Qinghe as her disciple.

But she didn’t dislike Yan Qinghe. And, she was very interested in anything that could go against a certain person.

Her response made Yan Qinghe sit down dejectedly. Not her master? Then who was this person? Could it be that her master was unwilling to acknowledge her?

Zhaoyan’s presence had stolen the attention of the other three. Mu Sixue saw Zhaoyan stand up and push open the window.

A slender back, a tall figure. Zhaoyan looked up at the bright moon. Under the moon, the statue of the Seine goddess, representing H City, was holding a pottery jar and bending down to wash her long hair.

Yan Qinghe smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I mistook you for someone else. It’s probably because Miss Zhaoyan looks a lot like my Little Aunt. I feel a sense of closeness from the bottom of my heart.”

Zhaoyan frowned and turned around. “I look like her?”

She sounded as if she had heard a joke. She pointed to the statue and asked, “Then do I look like this goddess statue?”

Yan Qinghe shook her head. How could a person and a god look alike?

Zhaoyan clapped her hands and snapped her fingers at the window. “Same logic. Your Little Aunt and I are two different people.”

It’s not about who looks like whom, who can replace whom.

As the sound of the snap faded, the hundred-year-old goddess statue rumbled and fell into the water. A huge splash, and the remaining water droplets splashed onto the transparent window.

Everyone was stunned. Was this a coincidence, or… had Miss Zhaoyan done it?

They couldn’t tell for a moment.

Wei Weizhi’s interest grew even more. The stronger Zhaoyan was, the more she liked her. No matter how deep and thick the mist around her was, she was very attracted to her.

Zhaoyan turned around leisurely. “Little one, I hope you remember this.”

This is a piece of advice for you, and also a warning.