Got a Happy Ending With My Ex’s Sister? (GL) - Chapter 1: Teasing

Chapter 1: Teasing

This winter is especially cold, with snow falling nonstop. In no time, a thick layer covers the ground. With no scenes to shoot today, Shi Huan randomly picks a bar, orders a drink to warm up, and notices the place is filled with girls—holding hands, hugging, and some bold enough to kiss.

The sight stirs a fiery heat in Shi Huan, too much to handle. She bites a straw and chats with a few girls nearby. “I have a friend who slept with her ex’s sister. The woman knows how to pamper her, and she’s hooked. But the sister is so restrained, always serious, and barely gives my friend attention.”

The girls look shocked, eager for gossip. “So what’s she gonna do?”

“What else?” Shi Huan chuckles. “She’s gotta seduce her, of course.”

The room erupts, girls whistling excitedly. Shi Huan thinks of that woman’s figure, pulls her coat tighter, and braves the cold to head straight to a hotel.

Minutes later, a deep red door slowly opens. The woman inside stands tall, wearing a small black deep-V dress, her figure stunning. Even in the dim night, the curves at her chest are clear, her scent alluring.

Her sharp chin tilts slightly, her cold gaze brushing over Shi Huan’s face, restrained and distant. She asks softly, “Been drinking?”

“Just a little. Gotta drink to get in the mood.”

Shi Huan hears a soft sigh, can’t resist, and tiptoes to press her lips forward. The woman turns her head slightly, and Shi Huan only catches her chin.

“Don’t move.” The woman takes the nearly empty wine glass from Shi Huan’s hand and steps back to keep distance.

Shi Huan, unsteady on her feet, rides the buzz and hooks her arms around the woman’s neck. This time, she isn’t pushed away. She grins slyly.

“You want it too, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have closed the door.”

The woman’s fingers on Shi Huan’s waist tighten, as if to crush her. “You’re too drunk. There’s honey water on the table.”

“I drank because I know what I want.” Shi Huan leans in, nibbling her ear. “I want to sleep with you.”

She adds her name.

“Great actress Tang Yiqiu.”

Tang Yiqiu’s voice is hoarse. “Talk inside.”

Inside, Shi Huan is pressed onto the sofa. But drunk, she’s not well-behaved. Her dress strap slides to her elbow, revealing half her charm. “Sister, didn’t you enjoy it that day?”

Tang Yiqiu pushes her back slightly, grabs the honey water from the coffee table, and pulls the curtains shut, swallowing the faint light in darkness.

Shi Huan lets out a soft cry, feeling hot all over. She kicks off her socks, shivers from the cold, and shouts at Tang Yiqiu that she’s freezing.

“Put your socks back on.” Tang Yiqiu’s eyes are deep as a lake.

Shi Huan shakes her head. “I can take them off but not put them on. What do I do?” Her delicate foot lands on Tang Yiqiu’s calf, then steps onto her knee, pressing lightly. “Sister, can you teach me?”

Tang Yiqiu looks down, grabs her foot to move it, her gaze dark. “Stop messing around. Drink the water and go back.”

“If you put them on for me, I’ll leave. Deal?”

This woman is too cold, too controlled. Shi Huan needs to get something sweet out of her.

Shi Huan plays it perfectly. Soon, she hears movement. Tang Yiqiu picks up the socks Shi Huan kicked off and hands them to her.

“Put them on yourself.”

Shi Huan huffs, crosses her legs, and after a few minutes of standoff, slowly puts the socks on, grumbling, “Happy now?”

“Your strap.”

“Tch, so strict.” Shi Huan tilts her head, fixes the strap, but stands unsteadily, ready to pounce on Tang Yiqiu any second.

Tang Yiqiu turns, opens the door, signaling her to leave.

Reluctantly, Shi Huan shuffles over. As she steps out, she quickly leans in and bites Tang Yiqiu’s neck in revenge.

Hearing her muffled grunt, Shi Huan licks her canine teeth. “Tang Yiqiu, keep rejecting me. One day, I’ll tease you until you shed that restrained skin and burn for me willingly.”

“Stop it.” Tang Yiqiu lets her wavy hair fall, instantly hiding the bite mark, returning to her restrained actress persona.

“I’ll come back tomorrow.” Shi Huan tilts her head.

“Don’t.”

The door shuts.

Tch, so heartless.

Sober, Shi Huan is proper, calling Tang Yiqiu “Teacher” politely. Drunk, she’s a mess. Now, having touched and teased, she feels relieved and sleeps soundly.

She sleeps until 10 a.m., rolling over, replaying last night’s antics, savoring the lingering sweetness.

So thrilling. Shi Huan blushes slightly.

She changes, ready to visit again, when her assistant knocks. “Huanhuan, you up? Time for breakfast.”

“I’m up. Come in.”

The food is hearty—rib soup and meat porridge. The director thinks she’s too thin, ordering her to gain five or six pounds. Wen Jing watches her closely, serving her a bowl of meat soup before tidying yesterday’s clothes.

While drinking, Shi Huan spots a glint of red. She puts down the bowl, pounces, and pins it.

Wen Jing jumps, confused. “What’s wrong? Bomb in the clothes?”

“Nothing. It’s personal stuff. I’ll handle it. You eat.” Shi Huan clutches the clothes, waiting for Wen Jing to eat in the living room. She searches and, if she saw right…

It’s the necklace pendant Tang Yiqiu always wears. No wonder Tang Yiqiu’s gaze was dark when she pushed her away—Shi Huan thought she was moved, but she was looking for this.

The pendant is simple, a leaf, plain like its owner, but with a small red diamond on the edge, sexy and charming.

She probably yanked it off while pouncing on Tang Yiqiu.

The memory is too intoxicating. Shi Huan closes her eyes.

She picks up the maple leaf pendant, pockets it, and goes to eat, avoiding Wen Jing’s suspicion.

Wen Jing says, “Sister Li said Tang Yiqiu has a livestream downstairs later. You should show your face.”

“Me? Show my face?” Shi Huan sips the meat soup, grimacing at the greasiness. “We’re not close, and I’m not in the livestream. Rubbing off her fame like that? Do I want to die?”

Wen Jing laughs. “It’s probably fine. Sister Li said you have two paths: go viral as a villain or get officially banned. Huanhuan, try it. I think Tang Yiqiu likes you. She’s been looking out for you on set.”

“And her fans? Think they’ll like me?”

Everyone knows Tang Yiqiu is a top actress, blessed with looks and skill. She plays any role perfectly, from quirky junior sisters to serious leads, with textbook acting.

Shi Huan, a nobody, recently labeled as gay, is hated online, nearly banned.

Go on Tang Yiqiu’s livestream? Her fans would tear Shi Huan apart. She’d be crazy to chase that clout.

Wen Jing huffs, “It’s not your fault. Blame—”

Shi Huan’s face shifts. Wen Jing changes topics. “I’ll tell Sister Li you’re sick, can’t even get up. But if this keeps up, Sister Li will drop you. What’s your plan?”

“Act well, ignore the rest. I’m still passionate.” Shi Huan shrugs. “Director Luo’s a legend. Following him won’t go wrong. We’ll see after filming.”

“But it’s a lesbian drama. Box office is a gamble…”

Lately, queer dramas are hot, but mostly gay male ones. Lesbian stories are niche, too risky even for Director Luo.

Shi Huan knows the industry. It’s full of great directors, actors, scripts, and looks, but some never break through. They lack that spark, that chance.

The mood grows heavy. Wen Jing shifts gears. “When I came up, Tang Yiqiu was doing an interview in that deep-V dress. Her figure’s insane, so alpha. No wonder she has so many fans.”

“You sure?” Shi Huan’s eyes light up, energized.

“Yeah.” Wen Jing gestures excitedly. “Black deep-V dress, killer body, showing legs in this cold. I couldn’t resist.”

“When’s the livestream?”

“She got mobbed by reporters downstairs. It’s been on for twenty minutes.” Wen Jing says.

“What’s with that smile, Huanhuan?”

“What about it?”

Shi Huan grabs her phone, lips curving, and logs into Tang Yiqiu’s livestream platform. In twenty minutes, Tang Yiqiu’s stream tops all others, dominating.

She angles her body, hiding the screen from Wen Jing.

Wen Jing answers, “It’s a bit flirty.”

“Get lost, nonsense!” Shi Huan’s only that bold with Tang Yiqiu. Caught, she blushes, downs her soup, and retreats to the bedroom to watch.

This livestream’s fan donations go entirely to charity, the platform and Tang Yiqiu taking nothing. It’s her first livestream.

In the cold, Tang Yiqiu wears a black dress, her crossed legs striking, pale as snow, tempting. The camera lingers briefly before cutting away.

It’s a proper stream. Shi Huan listens to Tang Yiqiu chat with the host, registers an account, and logs in, ears burning.

The screen floods with “Sister, I’m yours” and “Sister, hit me head-on.” Annoyed, Shi Huan sends twenty rockets to clear it.

wystyq: [Sister, aren’t you cold in so little?]

Tang Yiqiu sees her comment, her fingers tapping her knee, long and slightly pink. “Cold.”

Shi Huan stares, breath warming, and sends twenty firework rain gifts.

wystyq: [I feel bad. Wanna warm Sister up.]

Tang Yiqiu says softly, “Don’t overdo it. Save your money.”

The reporter laughs. “Yiqiu spoils her fans. Let’s do some interaction, answer fan questions?”

Tang Yiqiu agrees. Per platform rules, they pick top donors first, then random fan questions.

The chat explodes with fifty-two firework rains, lagging the screen.

wystyq: [Can I ask Sister something too?]

When Tang Yiqiu nods, Shi Huan licks her lips, typing slowly, “Sister, did you lose something?”

“Something small, close to your heart.”