The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 89

Chapter 89:

A faint sense of guilt washed over her. Yan Qinghe had never thought that behind Ji Qianqian’s sweet married life with her, there were so many pressures.

“Why didn’t you tell me then? We were partners. You could have discussed it with me,” Yan Qinghe said, her eyes filled with a dark light, her voice low.

Ji Qianqian’s voice lowered. “I’m sorry. I thought I could solve it on my own.”

She had been too arrogant, thinking that she had everything under control. She had never expected Shen Manting to record her fake words of disdain and send them to Yan Qinghe.

Ji Qianqian’s beautiful face was like a pear blossom in the rain. Her soft sobs could not even begin to express her regret.

She hugged Yan Qinghe’s waist tightly and rubbed against her, unwilling to let go. “I’m so happy… Qinghe, you’re also reborn. I’m so happy we can clear up the misunderstanding. Those words don’t count. I want to tell you—”

“I love you. Sister Qianqian really loves you.”

Yan Qinghe’s eyes were red. The belated love, when she heard it, when she tasted it, was not sweet, but bitter.

She had never thought that Ji Qianqian would choose to die for love after her death.

Fate is a cruel mistress. The woman she had resented for so many years actually said she loved her. Looking back on the past, she had to believe that what Ji Qianqian said was true.

She remembered when she was a child, she had lied to Ji Qianqian and said that she was afraid of thunder. Ji Qianqian was only a year older than her, but she had sat by her bed like a little adult, patting her chest and coaxing her gently.

“Qinghe, don’t be afraid. Sister Qianqian will be with you all night.”

When she had grown up, she had also told Ji Qianqian that she was no longer afraid of thunder. Even so, whenever it rained, no matter how far away she was, even if she was on a business trip, she would try her best to come back.

“Qianqian, don’t treat me like a child.” She was grown up. She was her wife.

Ji Qianqian had smiled and said, “Yes, my Qinghe is not a child anymore. She’s my darling.”

Hearing this, Yan Qinghe’s face had flushed. They were lying in the same bed, listening to the wind pull the slanting rain into a silver screen. The noisy rain pattered against the transparent window outside the bedroom.

Gradually, their heads had moved closer to each other, like drowning fish, their four lips entangled. The rain was pouring, and in this weather, they had also made each other wet.

Memories flooded her heart, and a long-lost and strange sense of happiness washed away her resentment. But Yan Qinghe suddenly felt sad.

At this moment, she would rather Ji Qianqian didn’t love her, would rather she hadn’t said these things to her.

She could no longer make her a promise. If she could start over, she might still make these choices.

Besides, time waits for no one. There is no medicine for regret. Since it had come to this, they could no longer start over.

“Qianqian, I forgive you, and I no longer resent you. Let the past be the past.”

Ji Qianqian couldn’t bear to hear such words. Hearing Yan Qinghe say this, she held her even tighter. Yan Qinghe had the illusion that she was being rubbed into her bones.

“Don’t you love me anymore? Our past memories, weren’t there happy times?”

Yan Qinghe couldn’t bear to look at Ji Qianqian’s pitiful and moving eyes. “Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but love—is hard to find. Qianqian, my love is very simple. I already have Sixue.”

“Mu Sixue? She doesn’t love you more than I do,” Ji Qianqian said, sniffling, her eyes shimmering. “And, do you love her?”

Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly. She wanted to hear, but she was also more afraid of hearing Yan Qinghe’s answer.

Yan Qinghe patted Ji Qianqian’s hand, wanting to create some distance between them. She was holding her too tightly. It was no longer appropriate for them to be so close.

Although she couldn’t bear it, she had to draw a clear line in front of Ji Qianqian. “Yes, I love Sixue, even more than you can imagine.”

Ji Qianqian’s eyes were filled with tears. The person she loved had come back, and the reason had been explained. All the misunderstandings had been cleared up. But—

She no longer loved her. She had fallen for someone else.

“You know, I’ve thought of many despicable ways to keep you by my side.”

“You really want to go back to Mu Sixue, don’t you? What if I don’t let you?”

Ji Qianqian unbuttoned her collar and let it slide down. Yan Qinghe watched as she half-undressed herself. She wanted to stop her, but Ji Qianqian had already fully displayed her beautiful figure.

Yan Qinghe quickly looked away. “What are you doing? Put your clothes back on.”

Ji Qianqian was frank. “You don’t want to see it? Are you afraid that Mu Sixue will misunderstand?”

The scent of White Rose pheromones was secretly released into the air, filling it with a fragrant and sweet scent. Yan Qinghe held her breath, but she began to take a breath. Her neck began to grow hot, and her legs felt a little weak.

An alpha’s nature towards a marked omega was not something that could be eliminated by a single, brief injection of Mu Sixue’s pheromones.

“Qianqian!” After learning that the Ji Qianqian in front of her was her ex-wife, Yan Qinghe could no longer say harsh words to her. “What are you doing?”

Her clothes were thrown onto the sofa, one by one. Her straight and slender calves glowed with a moist light. She walked in front of Yan Qinghe, as if she were deliberately testing her, testing how much Yan Qinghe could resist in the face of her pheromones.

“Qinghe, let’s do it one last time.”

“Just think of it as me wanting to have your child.”

Yan Qinghe was caught off guard. She began to not understand Ji Qianqian. She held back the agitation of her pheromones and picked up the clothes from the sofa, draping them over Ji Qianqian. “Don’t be like this.”

“This is both demeaning yourself and looking down on me.”

Ji Qianqian chuckled lightly, lowered her head, and bit her lip as she put on her silk undershirt. The way she put on her clothes was very coquettish and moving. Yan Qinghe was suddenly reminded of her past life. After a night of lingering, Ji Qianqian would also be soft in her arms, her voice soft and sweet, her beautiful face flushed with the blush of spring, begging her to help her get dressed.

Ji Qianqian: “It seems you really do love Mu Sixue.”

Chaste and self-respecting.

“If Mu Sixue knew what happened to you, would she still think so?”

“I love you more than Mu Sixue. I can forgive and accept you. Do you think Mu Sixue can?”

Ji Qianqian’s light and breezy words, when they fell on Yan Qinghe’s ears, were no less than a clap of thunder.

She frowned and asked unexpectedly, “What are you talking about?”

Ji Qianqian raised an eyebrow. “Qinghe, the thing you deliberately made yourself forget in your past life, I thought you would make yourself remember.”

Yan Qinghe’s brow ached. She had thought it was just a dream. Could it be that it had really happened?

No! Ji Qianqian must not be talking about this.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Ji Qianqian whispered in her ear, her soft words like a summons from hell, reminding her of her forgotten past.

The white rose, with its fragrant pheromones, was like a white datura by the River of Oblivion in hell. Yan Qinghe shuddered. Her gland began to grow hot again because of Ji Qianqian, or because of that dream.

**

The sadness in her heart and the heat in her body were both clamoring. After Ji Qianqian had left, Yan Qinghe had slumped onto the sofa.

Inhibitors, she needed inhibitors!

She had been stirred into an early heat by Ji Qianqian’s pheromones. The three days at the hotel with Mu Sixue had been like a preview. It had not soothed her, but had instead intensified her craving for an omega.

Could it be that in this life, she would never be able to get rid of her dependence on Ji Qianqian’s pheromones?

She might as well fall into a deep sleep, a sleep stronger than death. She put on an inhibitor patch and injected an inhibitor. She brought over a bottle of red wine and, without a glass, began to pour it down her throat.

After Ji Qianqian had left, she had left her with a pile of worries. Ji Qianqian, the baby, Mu Sixue, and that incident. She had already forgotten it. Why had she suddenly remembered it recently?

“Qinghe, you love Mu Sixue, but does Mu Sixue know the deepest reason why you love her?”

Ji Qianqian’s hurt but dazed eyes, accompanied by her pleasant voice, made her want to explain, but she couldn’t say a word.

“Qianqian, it’s not what you think.”

The woman’s enchanting appearance, blooming with the charm of a poppy. Ji Qianqian had left the Yan residence with a sad smile, leaving her alone to taste the clamor and heat of her pheromones, to taste the bitter past.

In the past, there was Ji Qianqian, there was… but there was no Mu Sixue.

What would Mu Sixue think of her?

She sadly sipped the strong snow-diffused wine, one mouthful at a time. Her unstable emotions had brought her to the brink of madness. At her most unbearable moment, she wanted to take a knife and gouge out her own gland, to use her fingertips to turn into a sharp bayonet and pick open the knot of her frustration.

All sorts of sorrows, all soaked in the red wine. She suddenly missed Mu Sixue very much.

She missed her watery autumn eyes, her seriousness when she said she liked her, a seriousness that was even more certain and cute than when she was doing data analysis at a meeting.

As long as she had Mu Sixue, she was like she had made a clean break with the past and could have a new spring. The cold river in her heart could only be thawed by Mu Sixue.

Even if, at this moment, her body desperately needed Ji Qianqian’s White Rose pheromones, her soul, her whole heart, was eagerly looking forward to Mu Sixue.

In a daze, someone knocked on the door, one by one, slowly. She stumbled, her steps a little unsteady, and opened the door. A fragrant and soft embrace enveloped her.

“How did you get so drunk?”

“Sixue, sob, sob, sob.”

“I… miss… you so much.” She rubbed against the woman’s smooth neck and said a few fragmented words, full of passion. She was carefully held, and she also held the woman’s slender waist.

Mu Sixue supported the drunk and murmuring Yan Qinghe and rubbed her temples. The alpha’s pretty brows were tightly furrowed, forming a small hill.

What was it that made her so sad?

“Sixue, it’s so hot here. Can you rub it for me?”

She took the woman’s pale white fingers and brought them to her neck.

Mu Sixue’s eyes flickered. She felt the alpha’s gland was a little hot, and the pleasant scent of calamansi and lime was also being released. She gently rubbed it, and Yan Qinghe let out a satisfied “mm” and rubbed against her even more unbearably. Gradually, Yan Qinghe took her hand and moved it to a deeper and further place.

“Sixue, help me. Even with your disguised pheromones, I feel so uncomfortable.”

Mu Sixue’s fingertips were a little hot. With her level, she was afraid that she would have to completely mark her to cover Ji Qianqian’s complete mark. But from then on, she would probably have to take care of Summer’s heat.

Was she really going to do this?

Yan Qinghe’s hand, which was guiding the woman’s palm down, let go and then grabbed it again. Her pitiful, wet eyes, like looking at a flower in the mist, looked at the extremely beautiful woman in front of her with deep affection.

“I love you,” she said.

Hearing this, Mu Sixue’s heart trembled slightly. Rustling, the clothes on the sofa were piled up. She remembered that before, Mu Sichen had mischievously had her change her bag, and she didn’t know what she had put in it… She opened it and found a few small boxes. After all, she hadn’t tried it, and they hadn’t gotten to that stage in those few days. Never mind.

Her cheeks were slightly red. After opening one of the packages, she leaned over, lingering, and swayed like a flower.

Outside the window, the willow branches swayed gently, the flower’s heart was gently opened, and the dew-covered peony bloomed…