The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 98

Chapter 98:

Ji Qianqian leaned back lazily in the restaurant chair, the sunlight slanting across her chestnut-brown wavy hair. Through the transparent window, Yan Qinghe got out of the car first, strode to the other side, and carefully shielded her with her hand until the woman had leisurely walked out.

Ji Qianqian narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, like a cat with its claws out, waiting for its prey. Qinghe’s attentiveness was probably only there when she was pregnant.

When Mu Sixue had sat down, she had discreetly glanced at the other’s flat lower abdomen and the inhibitor patch on the back of her neck. The faint scent of a snow lotus was the scent of a high-level omega’s pheromones.

This made her stunned, and she asked in disbelief, “You’re an omega?”

Before Mu Sixue could reply, Yan Qinghe, who was sitting across from her, had interrupted her inquiry, “It doesn’t matter if she is or not.” Sixue had her own reasons for pretending to be a beta. She didn’t want too many people to know.

Ji Qianqian picked up her coffee cup, and her red lips took a sip, tasting the bitterness. She lightly licked the side of her teeth and looked at her ex-wife with a complicated expression. “You’re no longer affected by my pheromones. Qinghe must be very happy, right?”

What a mockery. It was clearly Qinghe who had forcibly marked her, but she had to rely on another S-class omega’s pheromones to get rid of her dependence on her.

Yan Qinghe began to regret coming with Mu Sixue. If she hadn’t come, she wouldn’t have seen Ji Qianqian, and she wouldn’t have been mocked by her. Her ex and her current partner were meeting. What was she, caught in the middle?

Speaking of which, why did Ji Qianqian insist on seeing Mu Sixue? Yan Qinghe’s heart pounded slightly.

“What is Qinghe worried about? You’re worried that you have to come with Mu Sixue to be at ease.”

“Summer is concerned about me, that’s why she’s with me,” Mu Sixue replied.

She caressed her thin-strapped sapphire watch, revealing a stretch of pale white wrist. Today, she was wearing a lake-blue water-gauze dress, a little looser than usual, which made her graceful figure look even more slender.

Mu Sixue’s posture as she drank her tea was dignified and elegant. She had only taken a few sips when Yan Qinghe, without waiting for the waiter to ask, raised her hand and refilled her tea, her voice soft and gentle, “Is that enough? Is it hot?”

Ji Qianqian’s eyelids drooped. Her amber almond-shaped eyes cast a fluffy and fragile shadow on her upper eyelids. Her figure was full and shapely, beautiful and charming. Her pale and slender face had a hint of an incongruous, sickly beauty.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. She had not yet fallen to the point of a dead heart, so she could only let the sad and silent emotions turn into a cold wind that blew her heart into a thousand holes.

One of the saddest things in the world is when your ex has a new love, and you find that you might still be in love with her.

Mu Sixue: “What did Miss Ji want to talk to me about?”

Ji Qianqian gave Yan Qinghe a cool glance, a complicated temperature flashing in her eyes. She turned to Yan Qinghe, “Do you want to talk to me first?”

Yan Qinghe looked at Mu Sixue and hesitated. The woman tilted her chin slightly, showing no sign of being worried. So Yan Qinghe and Ji Qianqian went to a private room in the Four Seasons Restaurant.

The two of them, one in front of the other. Ji Qianqian locked the door, as if she had let go of all her strength. Her beautiful brows were lightly furrowed. She leaned back on the chaise lounge and patted the side of it. “Sit next to me?”

Be good, Qinghe. Come and sit by Sister Qianqian’s side.

Yan Qinghe pursed her lips and remained standing, like a tall and pretty poplar tree, stubborn and loyal.

“They say you can still be friends after a breakup. Since the misunderstanding has been cleared up, are you still so guarded with me?” Ji Qianqian said with a bitter smile.

“Qianqian, let it go.”

“And you? Have you let it go?” Ji Qianqian said, her last hope, her eyes filled with a shimmering light, like a star about to cry in the cold night.

“The past is the past. I only like Sixue now.”

Yan Qinghe stated her feelings again. There was no point in dwelling on whether she loved Ji Qianqian or not.

Ji Qianqian saw her two thumbs rubbing against each other and saw her slight nervousness. She sneered and asked, “Are you afraid that I’ll tell her about that?”

“What about that?” Yan Qinghe’s pretty face tensed for a moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She was like a hedgehog that had been touched, its entire body covered in bristling spines. Ji Qianqian admired her manicure, her willow-like brows arched, and she suddenly became indifferent. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Are you that afraid of letting Mu Sixue know? Afraid that she’ll know that you and your mother are the same kind of person in your bones?”

Yan Qinghe was baffled. “What kind of person is she, and what does that have to do with me?”

“I’m not afraid of letting Sixue know what kind of person I am. In front of her, I’m always my true self.”

She had been patient for a long time, considering their past friendship, and had not said any harsh words to Ji Qianqian. But her mention of Yan Manxing had really made her feel a hint of resentment.

She could mention anyone, but not her mother. How could she be like her?

The people she had sent had snatched her Little Aunt’s parents’ research, but after accidentally killing her family, they had taken the 14-year-old Little Aunt from an orphanage and had then, in a disguised way, treated her as their own, placing her by their side. It seemed they had done nothing, but they had made her Little Aunt work for her enemy, as the president of the Yan Corporation, and had had her develop the latest products for the Yan Corporation.

The thought of such a black-hearted thing made her teeth chatter and her blood run cold.

Hearing her mention Mu Sixue, Ji Qianqian was like a patriotic general rushing to the battlefield, declaring her feelings. Even though it was just the two of them now, she was still so. She couldn’t help but feel a stuffiness.

Why? Mu Sixue could even accept the possibility of being an alpha.

Why? The things of her past life were clearly misunderstandings. She had already thrown away her dignity and had died for her, had given up her ambition to inherit the Ji Corporation, and had come to this world for her…

But she was like she had brushed away a dark cloud and had stayed away from her, afraid that she would bring waves and storms to her beautiful life.

The long-brewing storm between the two of them had turned from unwillingness to resentment…

The mist in the corners of Ji Qianqian’s eyes had accumulated into sparkling tears, which she had swallowed by biting her lip. She said angrily, “You’ve really inherited your mother’s strange genes.”

Yan Manxing was a big pervert, and you are a little pervert.

Yan Qinghe’s expression suddenly changed. She opened her lips and stammered for a long time. Her gaze went from top to bottom, re-examining Ji Qianqian, unable to believe that she had said such a thing.

She suddenly understood what Ji Qianqian was trying to say. Her face turned pale for a moment, and she held onto the chair by the table. “Qianqian, do you have to hold on to that?”

Just as the bright sun has its sunspots, a person’s thoughts sometimes drift, leaving an unforgettable shadow in their life.

“Then you can tell her. I was going to tell her anyway. I believe Sixue will understand me,” Yan Qinghe said, shrugging, as if she didn’t care.

Ji Qianqian smiled. “Do you think Mu Sixue will love you as much as I do? Will she be able to accept everything about you?”

“Accept what?” Yan Qinghe asked, tilting her neck back.

“Accept that you once, in order to get back at me and Yan Qing…”

When Mu Sixue saw the two of them come out, the atmosphere was a little different from before. Summer had ignored Ji Qianqian and had walked straight to her, grabbing her wrist. She felt Summer’s palm was hot and sweaty, as cold as a hailstone in her palm. It was dry and cold, and if she squeezed it a little tighter, she would touch the sharp edges.

Mu Sixue’s hand was held a little painfully. She was held by the waist and was quickly pulled up. “Sixue, let’s go.”

Ji Qianqian suddenly felt that Qinghe was a little pitiful. When they had gotten out of the car, she had been holding Mu Sixue’s hand, and the smile on her face was clear and bright. They had been together, like the most perfect couple in the world.

The words Ji Qianqian had wanted to say, and even the old stories she had wanted to tell, she couldn’t bring herself to say them when she was about to.

In the end, she couldn’t bear to destroy her happiness. In her past life, because of her, Qinghe had been sad for so long. It was so hard to find love again, but the person who was with her was no longer her.

In this life, let me be the only one in pain, to protect your love, she thought.

When she had this thought, a certain program line had changed again, and the system’s hidden mission had also officially turned like a spinning disk, pointing in the direction of Ji Qianqian.

It had timely assigned this mission to Mu Sixue, like a class representative who had just received homework from the teacher and had written it on the blackboard, and had even recited it in class, afraid that Mu Sixue hadn’t understood.

When the two of them got into the car, Mu Sixue’s fingers curled slightly, and she let go of Yan Qinghe’s hand. Yan Qinghe was also unaware. She was driving absent-mindedly, with no direction, her mind full of Ji Qianqian’s sinister whisper in her ear just as they had parted, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her about that incident with that person.”