The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 88

Chapter 88:

Yan Qinghe composed herself and returned to the living room from the rooftop. The sound of “mm-mm-ah-ah” echoed in her ears, growing more intense with her footsteps.

Her heart pounded. Yan Qinghe quickened her pace and saw Ji Qianqian holding a remote control, leaning back lazily on the sofa. Her other hand’s slender fingertips were twirling a strand of her hair, her almond-shaped eyes watching the video projected into the air with amusement, the sound playing in 360-degree surround.

The handheld camera was the source of the projection, quietly standing on the coffee table, waiting for its owner’s judgment.

Yan Qinghe’s face flushed. How could there be a video of her and Mu Sixue being intimate in the hotel in the camera? Had she forgotten to turn it off… And how had Ji Qianqian found it, and even projected it, watching it with such interest in front of her?

Was Ji Qianqian crazy?

Helplessness, embarrassment, shame, anger… all sorts of mixed emotions rushed to her lungs. She strode forward, her face as cold as ice, and with a snap, turned off the play button.

The lingering moans and suppressed gasps were instantly extinguished.

“Ji Qianqian, how could you enter my room without permission?” Yan Qinghe’s voice was cold. With a clatter, she quickly picked up the camera and held it tight like a treasure. This could absolutely not be leaked.

Ji Qianqian lowered her elegantly crossed long legs, stood up gracefully, and sighed with a raised eyebrow. “Qinghe, who let me know you so well?”

“Didn’t Qinghe intentionally film this? Your hobby really hasn’t changed.”

Yan Qinghe frowned. “What are you talking about? How could I film something like this?”

It would have been better if she hadn’t said anything. Hearing this, Ji Qianqian said with a sense of loss, “So, you didn’t intentionally film it?”

The stuffiness in her heart grew deeper. She murmured to herself, “Hah, don’t you like filming these things the most? When you met Mu Sixue, you couldn’t bear to?”

Ji Qianqian’s words stunned her. She suddenly remembered that she had indeed filmed with Ji Qianqian in her past life, and Qianqian had been extremely cooperative, very proactive.

Yan Qinghe looked deeply at Ji Qianqian.

But if she remembered correctly, the first time had also been accidentally recorded. It was because she had seen that Ji Qianqian didn’t mind, and the two of them had been deeply in love at the time, and had been apart for a while, that she had been inspired to film a few times.

She held her breath and carefully tested, “I’ve never filmed with you. How do you know I like it?”

Yan Qinghe held her breath and carefully observed her reaction. She had previously suspected that Ji Qianqian was also reborn.

Ji Qianqian laughed at herself. “Yes, you’ve forgotten. The things of the past, the you of now has never done.”

Yan Qinghe: “Qianqian, you…” She pursed her lips. There were many questions from her past life that she had wanted to ask at first, and had even wanted to grab her ex-wife from her past life and question her, why she had treated her like that. But now she no longer had that firm resolve.

She wanted to avoid trouble and to walk with Sixue in peace.

Ji Qianqian: “You look so much like you used to, like you’ve been ‘bullied’ by me, full of resentment.”

“Who?!”

“It’s you!” Ji Qianqian suddenly stood up. In the warm room, she had taken off her high-end trench coat. As she stood up, her fluttering red dress was like a flamboyant red rose in the dark night. Every word she said, with her tone, was filled with a mottled, bloody tear.

In front of Yan Qinghe, she confessed her identity as a reborn person.

Yan Qinghe’s eyes widened. “What? When were you reborn?”

She slumped onto the sofa, lost in thought. She had never thought that her ex-wife had actually been reborn with her twenty-one years ago.

“Qianqian, haven’t you always been curious why I went abroad without saying goodbye to you?”

“At thirty-nine, I had a car accident.” She saw Ji Qianqian cover her lips, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering with tears.

It was her, the Qinghe of her past life! It was her Qinghe! She would never forget the day she had received the news of Qinghe’s car accident, how her heart had been twisted by a knife.

Yan Qinghe: “Later, due to some circumstances, I was reborn and returned to the age of eighteen.”

“Qianqian, whether you are reborn or not, my relationship with you has consumed too much of my energy. I feel very tired. I thought that maybe going abroad to study would allow me to start my life over.”

Ji Qianqian couldn’t listen anymore. Her soft body, like a delicate flower trembling in the wind, fell into Yan Qinghe’s embrace.

“Qinghe, do you know how much I miss you!”

“In my past life, after you passed away, I thought of so many ways. At that time, I wished so much that time could be turned back.”

After Yan Qinghe had left, she had been lost for a year and had chosen to die for love, but had accidentally been reborn twenty years ago, a year later than Qinghe. When she had returned, Qinghe had already gone abroad, and her child had already been lost.

She told Qinghe all these things in a rush.

“I admit I lied to you. In our past life, our child, I didn’t have an abortion. It was an accidental miscarriage. At that time, after you had left, I still had to fight with Shen Manting, and I missed you so much. I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect her. I didn’t want you to know about this and feel guilty.”

In fact, she had been wrong. The child was not hers alone. She should have told her, let her know how the child had been lost.

Yan Qinghe was in disbelief. Her arms hung limply as she let Ji Qianqian hold her. All the embarrassment and resentment of her past life had now turned into a faint sentence.

It was also the sentence she had always cared about the most. “Why did you say those things later?”

Ji Qianqian lifted her tear-streaked face, her soft lower lip red from her excitement. “What things?”

“You said you were disgusted when you slept with me, that I wasn’t even worthy of a single strand of Yan Qing’s hair.” Saying these words was like spitting out a hard stone that had been stuck in her throat.

“How do you know?!” Ji Qianqian’s face was pale, but she still held Yan Qinghe tightly, afraid of losing her again.

“Hah… so you did say it.” Yan Qinghe closed her eyes, disappointment once again shrouding her like a dark cloud.

Ji Qianqian’s knuckles were white. “But, do you know under what circumstances I said it!”

“There’s a saying, ‘seeing is believing.'”

“Was it Shen Manting who told you?” Or had she used some special means to deliberately make Qinghe misunderstand her?

What a sinister Shen Manting.

At that time, she was very afraid that Shen Manting would find out that besides caring for her mother, Pei Huan, she also loved Qinghe deeply. She had finally rescued her mother and didn’t want Qinghe to become another bait in Shen Manting’s hands.

The people who had kidnapped her mother had been extremely professional. It was only after she had had someone investigate that she had found out that the Shen family, which Shen Manting was backed by, had intermarried with the largest mafia, the Duanmu family, in the previous generation. Shen Manting’s mother was the daughter of the mafia boss.

She couldn’t afford to offend her. At that time, her mother had already had a finger cut off. She couldn’t bear for Qinghe to be hurt again. So when Shen Manting had tested her, she had said that Yan Qinghe’s position in her heart was worthless.

She had said that she liked a girl named Yan Qing, and that Qinghe just looked like her. She had said it as if it were true. To prevent Shen Manting from not believing her, her words were half-true, half-false. She had said that at first, she had unfortunately gotten close to Qinghe just for the position of heir, and later had used her as a substitute for Yan Qing.

“Oh, is that so? And you still had her child.” Shen Manting was not so easily fooled.

She said with a sinister smile, “Since you don’t like her, are you still planning to keep her child? Do you want me to help you get rid of it?”

The men in black beside her also swarmed towards Ji Qianqian like black bees.

Ji Qianqian bit her lip, her long wavy chestnut-brown hair a little messy, but her posture was straight. For the sake of the baby, and also for Qinghe, she had to get out of this door safely.