Got a Happy Ending With My Ex’s Sister? (GL) - Chapter 2: Kissing Scene

Chapter 2: Kissing Scene

The question floated on the screen for a few seconds. Tang Yiqiu stared at it for a while, seriously thinking about what she might have lost.

wystyq: [You lost me in your heart!]

Tang Yiqiu’s brows tightened, clearly unimpressed.

wystyq: [Sister, I want to get into your heart!]

Tang Yiqiu’s face stayed cold. “Sorry, no way.”

wystyq: [I’ll force my way in.]

wystyq: [Sister, is your heart hard?]

Tang Yiqiu replied, “For people and things.”

wystyq: [No worries, hard candy or soft candy, both are sweet.]

Tang Yiqiu went silent, then raised a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.

Shi Huan, worried she’d annoyed her, quickly deleted the words she’d typed. Just as she thought of how to fix it, the chat lit up.

[Those cheesy lines are so lame, but they’re kinda flirty. If I’m not wrong, Tangtang smiled just now, right?]

[Yes, sisters, Tangtang’s lips curved! She hid it with her fingers.]

[I got a screenshot, sisters! She really smiled. Who knew our Tangtang likes cheesy pickup lines? I’m starting!]

Did Tang Yiqiu smile??? Shi Huan didn’t see it!

She stared at the screen, frustrated that the livestream didn’t allow rewinding. She bit her finger, regretting it, so much regret.

Tang Yiqiu said faintly, “Sorry, I’m a bit tired.”

[I don’t buy it. Tangtang smiled. Tangtang likes pickup lines, which means Tangtang likes me. Done, I’m Tangtang’s girlfriend.]

[You know the difference between you and the stars? Stars are in the sky, but you’re in my heart.]

wystyq: [wystyq! wystyq!]

In the final moments of the livestream, the host steered the conversation back. “Yiqiu, you’ve been gone for a while. Fans are curious about what you’ve been up to. Are you filming or resting?”

Tang Yiqiu answered, “Filming.”

“Can you share what kind of project? Your last historical drama was a hit, and that quirky junior sister became everyone’s dream girl. Same genre this time?”

“I can’t say much yet, just that it’s a great topic, very close to life.” Tang Yiqiu kept it vague.

Lesbian dramas are edgy. One wrong move or bad marketing, and it could get shelved before passing review. The director had specifically told her to only hint at it during promotions.

The less Tang Yiqiu revealed, the more fans buzzed, guessing wildly. Some paired her with the male lead from her last drama, others with the second male lead, shipping everyone.

wystyq: [Why not guess Shi Huan?]

[What the hell? Where’d this troll come from? Hands off our Tangtang! Tangtang would never work with Shi Huan!]

[Honestly, if Tangtang did work with Shi Huan, I’d unstan. My goddess can’t act with a homewrecker.]

[Stop it. Rich sister, clear the screen. I don’t want to see that name again. It’ll give me an eye infection!]

[@wystyq]

After tagging, they realized it was Shi Huan’s account. The mob screamed she was dirty, telling her to bathe and purify her soul.

Shi Huan felt glum but amused, itching to yell back.

Little fans, you don’t know, do you? Not only am I filming a romance with your Tangtang, I know how sweet her body is!

The chat was a chaotic joy. Tang Yiqiu maintained her poised posture, like a statue, only smiling faintly when the host asked, “You’ll know when it airs.”

Her cool, distant vibe felt like she lived outside the universe. Shi Huan watched, heart itching, wanting to bite her. She regretted not recording their first time.

She could’ve shown Tang Yiqiu how she bit her shoulder, how she melted. But both were too drunk then, and Tang Yiqiu had covered Shi Huan’s eyes.

After thirty minutes of chaos, the livestream ended. Tang Yiqiu thanked fans, explained the donation process, and signed off. Shi Huan, almost done with her meal, exited the app and jumped to Weibo.

Tang Yiqiu was already trending at #1 with #TangYiqiuSmiles. Clicking in, Shi Huan saw grids of photos—Tang Yiqiu frowning, blinking, pinching her brow.

There it was.

Shi Huan zoomed in, spotting the curved lips.

It wasn’t quite a smile, more a lazy stretch after exhaustion, but to Shi Huan, it counted.

She stared, saving every screenshot.

Wen Jing, done clearing the table, came over. Shi Huan, feeling caught, closed the gallery. Wen Jing squinted. “Huanhuan, what’s with you? That smile’s so flirty.”

Shi Huan stuffed her phone under the pillow, pressing her cheeks to hide the grin. “You’re heading downstairs later, right?”

“Yeah, grabbing you some heat packs.”

Shi Huan said, “Keep an eye out downstairs. See if Tang Yiqiu’s left. Text me if she has.”

Wen Jing frowned. “Huanhuan, are you a fan of hers or what? Why do I feel you’re way too focused on her?”

“I just don’t want to run into her. Go already.”

“Fine.” Wen Jing went to change shoes at the entrance, then turned back. “I called Sister Li. She’ll probably check on you later. Be nice, don’t piss her off.”

Shi Huan said, “I know,” when her phone rang. Glancing at the name, Sister Li had sent a video call.

On the screen, Liang Junli wore sharp makeup, fiery red lips, her body tense, holding back a storm. Shi Huan quickly lowered the volume.

Still, her ears got blasted.

Liang Junli snapped, “Shi Huan, getting cocky, huh? Weren’t you too sick to move? Did you rise from the dead or get possessed?”

Shi Huan faked a cough. “Well, Sister Li called, so even if I was at death’s door, I’d crawl back!”

“Cut the crap!” Liang Junli fumed. “Why didn’t you piggyback on Tang Yiqiu’s clout? Today was a golden chance. I had the PR script ready. Look at this mess now!”

Shi Huan’s livestream comment showed her how much Tang Yiqiu’s fans hated her. Jumping in would’ve hurt Tang Yiqiu too.

“I don’t want to ride her fame.”

“Don’t want to? Then tell me, what do you want? To stay hated forever? You think the company will let you run wild?”

Shi Huan had no reply.

“Wanna quit the industry?” Liang Junli’s smile was icy. “Can you afford the breach fee? Let me make it clear: the company won’t let you go until they’ve squeezed you dry. If you don’t get famous, you’ll just be Tao Ziyan’s stepping stone!”

Tao Ziyan? Shi Huan’s brows sank.

Liang, who’d mentored her, softened after the rant, sighing. “I called to tell you this. Tao Ziyan just landed a lead role in an idol drama. I read the script: her boyfriend cheats with her best friend, she’s betrayed, suffers early on, then rises to slap faces. It airs before your project. Thoughts?”

Shi Huan had none, just nausea at how some vile people still basked in the sun.

Liang added, “The higher-ups favored you back then, but you wouldn’t bow. If you had, you’d be bigger than Tao Ziyan now. Regret it?”

“No regrets,” Shi Huan said calmly. “I’m glad.”

When the scandal hit, Shi Huan approached the execs. One closed the curtains, saying they’d talk in the lounge.

She left the office. Tao Ziyan went in, stayed until evening, attended a dinner with the exec, and the next day, Shi Huan’s scandals flooded the web while Tao Ziyan soared.

People face choices. Shi Huan knew herself. Bowing would’ve hurt more. Even hitting a wall felt freeing.

Now was good. She’d met Tang Yiqiu. One head-on collision might lead to a lifelong bond. Who else had that luck?

Liang, seeing her stubbornness, gritted her teeth. “Fine. If I could sway you, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I’ve said my piece. Figure it out.”

“Thanks, Sister Li.” Shi Huan was sincere. Despite her being blacklisted, Liang never gave up, unlike other agents who pushed her into shady dinners. She’d been good to her.

“Behave. Don’t embarrass the company. Maybe we can part on good terms,” Liang urged.

“I know.”

Hanging up, Shi Huan leaned against the headboard, staring at the white ceiling. She sounded calm, but worry gnawed at her.

What now?

Soon, Wen Jing texted: Tang Yiqiu’s interview was done, and she was in the elevator. Did Shi Huan want to go down?

No way. She’d stage a “chance” encounter.

Shi Huan sprang to life, threw on a down jacket, and camped by the door.

The VIP elevator arrived fast. Tang Yiqiu wore a black coat, fluffy gloves, standing tall while staff shivered. She seemed unfazed by the cold.

They chatted work at the door. The staff, too cold, took the elevator back, leaving Tang Yiqiu alone.

Perfect timing.

Tang Yiqiu’s room was across from Shi Huan’s. As she approached, Shi Huan poked her head out, feigning surprise. “Oh, Teacher Tang, done with your livestream?”

Tang Yiqiu didn’t reply, her gaze sweeping over as she walked to her door. The air turned awkward.

Shi Huan bit her lip, annoyed. Tang Yiqiu was an actress. Faking in front of her was like showing off at a master’s gate—slapping her own face.

Without a few drinks, Shi Huan lacked the bold, flirty nerve to tease. She could only watch Tang Yiqiu quietly.

“Sorry, I was drunk yesterday and got carried away.”

Click. The door opened.

“Wait, Teacher Tang, I have a question.” Shi Huan stopped her. “We have a scene tomorrow, and I’m a bit confused.”

Tang Yiqiu finally paused, turning to her. After a few seconds, she asked, “Got the script?”

“I do.”

Shi Huan handed it over. Tang Yiqiu flipped to their scene. The script was creased, marked heavily with highlighters, showing Shi Huan’s prep.

Tang Yiqiu asked, “Where?”

Shi Huan stepped close, boldly standing by her, staring at her slender fingers. “Right here.”

Tang Yiqiu frowned, scanning the script.

“Look.” Shi Huan pointed, her finger brushing Tang Yiqiu’s hand, acting puzzled. “This kissing scene. Should you stick out your tongue first, or me?”

Tang Yiqiu’s brows tightened. Seeing Shi Huan wasn’t joking, she said seriously, “Whoever feels it first moves first.”

“Oh.” Shi Huan expected her to toss the script and leave, but she answered earnestly. Truly an actress—calm, composed.

Now Shi Huan was the shy one, ears red, mumbling, “Got it. I’ll think it over and try to nail it tomorrow.”

Then, genuinely curious, she asked, “So, Teacher Tang, which of us feels it first?”

Tang Yiqiu’s answer was the sound of the door slamming shut.