The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 87

Chapter 87:

This was the second time Ji Qianqian had come to the Yan residence. If Qinghe still didn’t change her mind this time, she didn’t know what to do with herself.

The butler let her in. “The master is waiting for you inside.”

Ji Qianqian: “Uncle Zhang, is President Mu here?”

The butler shook his head respectfully. “No.” He sighed in his heart. He had watched Ji Qianqian grow up and knew that she and the master had had a very good relationship since they were children.

He had thought that after the master grew up, she would definitely marry the great Miss Ji. Who would have thought… that President Mu would appear out of nowhere and steal her heart without anyone knowing?

The first time Ji Qianqian had come, he had been the one to let her in. But it had made the master angry, and she had ordered that Miss Ji was never to be allowed into the Yan residence again. The butler was stunned and could only obey.

He was very curious about what had happened between the two of them to make the master so resentful of Miss Ji.

Since the master had returned from her studies abroad, she had become a completely different person, more mature and steady, but also with fewer smiles, except when she was talking to President Mu, when her expression would soften a little.

Mu Sixue and Ji Qianqian, one was treated with a heart of gold, the other was wished to never be seen again. The butler sighed in his heart.

Ji Qianqian nodded and smiled, thanking the butler. She walked with composure, her black, half-slit knitted dress swaying with her steps. Her right palm was lightly clenched into a fist, hidden in the sleeve of her light luxury khaki coat.

The living room was empty. Yan Qinghe’s tall figure was slightly bent, leaning against the back of the sofa, taking a tired nap. She hadn’t slept well last night either. Ji Qianqian’s one sentence had successfully made her sleepless.

Hearing the familiar footsteps behind her, Yan Qinghe lowered her crossed arms, her handsome brows slightly furrowed. “Qianqian, let’s get straight to the point today.”

“Where is the baby?”

Ji Qianqian’s clenched fist opened into a palm. She sat down beside Yan Qinghe on the sofa, linked her arm with hers, and smiled. “Does Qinghe hope the baby is here, or not?”

Yan Qinghe discreetly moved a little further away. “Of course I hope she’s still here.”

Ji Qianqian pinched Yan Qinghe’s tense chin and chuckled. “If the baby is gone, what do you think is the reason?”

Yan Qinghe frowned. Ji Qianqian’s words about aborting the child from her past life were still in her ears. She moved Ji Qianqian’s provocative fingers away. “You don’t like children. You would have an abortion.”

Her matter-of-fact answer made Ji Qianqian’s almond-shaped eyes widen in disbelief. “Why do you think I would have an abortion?”

She laughed at herself. “Is that what Qinghe thinks of me? Even if I don’t like children, that’s my and your child. How could I have an abortion?”

Yan Qinghe didn’t believe her. In her past life, Ji Qianqian had taken the initiative to admit that she had had an abortion. How could she have changed her personality in this life?

She asked, “So, is the child still here or not?”

Ji Qianqian’s eyes were as if they had been stained with a frosty, wet light. “I’d like to tell you that the baby is still here. I’ve even thought of bringing a baby to coax you, to win you back.”

“But I don’t want to lie to you and make you sad.”

“Yes, the baby is gone, but I didn’t have an abortion.” When she was reborn into this body, the baby was not in her womb. Later, she had heard from Su Fang that after Yan Qinghe had left, the her before her rebirth had been fighting against Shen Manting while waiting for Yan Qinghe to come back and propose, but she had never come. Due to excessive worry, she had had a miscarriage and had lost the child.

No one knew how desperate she had been at that time. She had thought she could change the fate of her miscarriage in her past life, but she hadn’t expected that fate was like a fixed track. Even if she were reborn, it would be of no use.

She explained the reason to Qinghe. “I didn’t want you to know that it was because of my worry for you that I indirectly caused the baby to be lost.”

“Qinghe, I don’t want to put pressure on you.”

Yan Qinghe was stunned. Was this the reason in this life? She hadn’t expected that she and Ji Qianqian would have no children in this life either.

She really wanted to ask, what about in her past life? Why did she have an abortion in her past life?

But the thought that the baby in this life was lost because she had heartlessly gone abroad, which had made the pregnant Ji Qianqian unable to take care of herself, a sense of guilt that was hard to describe welled up in her heart.

“I’m going to the washroom.”

Yan Qinghe threw out this sentence and, with red eyes, got up from the sofa and left in a panic. She needed to go to the rooftop to calm down.

Ji Qianqian was also very sad, especially seeing Qinghe’s sad look. She clutched her firm lower abdomen, wishing their child were still here.

If she couldn’t be with Qinghe, having a baby would at least be a memento.

Now that the baby was gone, she didn’t want to lose Qinghe even more.

Ji Qianqian lingered in the living room and gradually wandered into Yan Qinghe’s bedroom.

Seeing the little figures she had once given to Qinghe on the bookshelf, not thrown away, Ji Qianqian was genuinely happy. Gradually, her gaze was drawn to the film camera on the shelf above the little figures.

After opening it, the first picture was of Mu Sixue, the second… and the third were also of Mu Sixue.

Ji Qianqian frowned and quickly flipped through them. Further down were group photos of Mu Sixue and Yan Qinghe… The bitterness that had been brewing in her heart made the film camera in her hand feel as heavy as a thousand pounds.

She lowered her hand and was about to put the camera back and leave the room.

The last picture flashed. Yan Qinghe was holding Mu Sixue’s waist, and the posture was very intimate.

Ji Qianqian’s thoughts were in a turmoil. She remembered that at first, Yan Qinghe had rarely held her waist. It was only after they had had a relationship that their physical movements had become unconsciously intimate.

The change in a person’s intimate relationship can be seen from their usual body language. And, Qinghe also liked to… when they were doing it…

She was the only one in the room, and Qinghe still hadn’t come back. Ji Qianqian bit her lip and began to recall where Yan Qinghe used to keep her camera.

She looked left and right but couldn’t find it, until she opened the bottom drawer. As expected, it was here.

Ji Qianqian’s heart pounded. She tiptoed and pressed the camera’s switch.

At first, it was the rustling of the two of them talking, and it was hard to hear for a long time. Ji Qianqian lost interest and was about to put it down, until the progress bar lengthened and the scene suddenly changed.

Two figures, one in front of the other, got into bed. Ji Qianqian’s pupils shrank. Mu Sixue, in a thin silk slip dress, her long, shoulder-length hair was in a messy brocade.

And the culprit, the alpha in a thin shirt, with a handsome and elegant figure, had buried herself in the woman’s slip dress without even unbuttoning her clothes. Gradually, the two of them began to kiss, their lips sticky.

The bed didn’t creak, but the gurgling of water and the ambiguous sound of stirring and churning dragged on for two hours without a break.

When the two of them came back from the washroom, they were clinging to each other again, like two lingering, soft fish, almost in a frenzy.

Ji Qianqian was furious. So… all night, Qinghe had been pleasing Mu Sixue. Was she that sorry for her? Did she want to make her that happy?

She had been sweating, but she hadn’t unbuttoned her pants. Was she going to wait for Mu Sixue to fall asleep, sleep beside her, and take care of it herself?

She dragged the progress bar, her heart filled with hatred. She would never see this hypothetical scene. She would laugh with anger. She remembered that in her past life, Yan Qinghe had even liked to hold a camera while they were in the middle of it, filming them from different angles.

At first, she had been shy and resistant, but thinking that Qinghe often had to go on business trips, she had gone along with it.

When had she ever not let her have her fill?

And, Qinghe was naive and pure. At first, she had had to watch videos first and then guide her. Now, who had made her so skilled in all these tricks?

She had even gotten rid of the “dross” of letting herself be satisfied and had taken the essence of pleasing others, all to serve Mu Sixue!

Wait, Ji Qianqian put down the camera, her fingertips trembling with anger, and gradually calmed down. At this time, Qinghe hadn’t married her yet. How could she be so good at it?