On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 1: Your Secrets, the Night’s Goodnight

The weather forecast had promised clear skies, but as the sun began to set, a sudden breeze stirred, and dark clouds gathered.

The air carried the damp chill unique to impending rain.

Fu Chaoying caught a familiar whiff of jasmine carried by the wind. “It’s going to rain soon.”

Her voice was calm, as if merely stating an inconsequential fact.

“Didn’t you get enough sun today?” Ye Yi’an leaned in, her tone light, wrapping an arm around her. “Make a wish already!”

It was their three-year anniversary, and the atmosphere was lively as ever.

As usual, Ye Yi’an let Fu Chaoying make the wish, as though nothing had changed.

“Miss Fu, if you don’t make a wish soon, the candles will go out.”

Someone teased, and the others followed with laughter.

Fu Chaoying’s gaze landed precisely on the face of the woman in the red dress before she closed her eyes nonchalantly.

With vision blocked, her hearing and sense of smell sharpened. The wind whispered in her ears, candlelight flickered before her, and that complex, heart-stirring scent of jasmine wafted into her nose again.

Her heartbeat quickened slightly but soon steadied—until things were certain, all anxiety and unease were pointless emotions.

“I hope Ye Yi’an… still loves me.” She silently repeated the words in her heart, then opened her eyes and gently blew out a breath.

Unexpectedly, the candle didn’t extinguish—instead, it relit.

A jolt ran through Fu Chaoying. She blew again, harder this time, but the flame reignited once more. Her heart skipped a beat as she lifted her gaze, briefly meeting Ye Yi’an’s eyes.

After a second of eye contact, Ye Yi’an flashed her signature smile and reassured, “Let’s blow it out together.”

Yet even with both of them trying, the candle refused to die. The room fell into a brief silence.

Fu Chaoying stared into Ye Yi’an’s slightly dazed eyes, a faint smile curling her lips. “Yi’an, are you teasing me again—”

Before she could finish, the assistant smoothly intervened, “Ah, Miss Fu is too sharp! It’s a trick candle—can’t be blown out, haha…”

The atmosphere lightened again.

Ye Yi’an turned and playfully scolded the assistant, wagging a finger, “Since when do you take liberties like this? Watch out for your bonus this month!”

After a moment of laughter, Ye Yi’an clasped her hands together and made a wish over the candle: “A-Ying and I will stay together forever, never apart.”

Then, with a swift snip of scissors, she cut the wick, finally extinguishing the flame.

Stay together forever.

Fu Chaoying tilted her head to look at Ye Yi’an, whose smile was relaxed and natural—as if the vow had been nothing more than a rehearsed performance.

Lowering her lashes, Fu Chaoying subtly clenched her fingers. Was this Ye Yi’an really someone she knew?

After the cake, the sky threatened a downpour. The assistant tactfully announced, “Alright, let’s take a group photo before we wrap up.”

Someone teased, “Ahem, we won’t intrude on your couple time…”

Couple time… Fu Chaoying stiffened slightly. Instinctively, she glanced at Ye Yi’an, only to be pulled closer by the waist, guided to face the camera.

Though reluctant, Fu Chaoying couldn’t openly slight Ye Yi’an in front of everyone. She forced a perfectly measured smile—just as Ye Yi’an suddenly kissed her cheek.

The camera captured it—material for Ye Yi’an’s Instagram alt account.

Yet an inexplicable chill crept into Fu Chaoying’s chest.

She thought of the comments from Ye Yi’an’s fans, then of that unforgettable perfume lingering in her memory. Her breath hitched, fists tightening unconsciously, though she stayed silent.

After the guests left, the doorbell rang again. Standing outside was Yu Qingqi, clad in a red dress, makeup flawless—an artist under Ye Yi’an’s studio.

Yu Qingqi shrugged and winked at Fu Chaoying. “Sorry, A-Ying-jie, I forgot my phone.”

Ye Yi’an stood silently nearby, brows slightly furrowed.

Fu Chaoying nodded politely, exchanging pleasantries. But as Yu Qingqi passed by, that familiar jasmine scent washed over her, tightening her chest.

Two months ago, Fu Chaoying had begun suspecting Ye Yi’an of infidelity—ever since catching her grinning at someone else’s messages.

Fu Chaoying had been waiting, and it wasn’t until today when she caught that whiff of jasmine fragrance that she confirmed her suspicions—Yu Qingqi was the one.

After seeing her guests off, Fu Chaoying excused herself to go upstairs and remove her makeup.

Back in the dressing room, Fu Chaoying stood before Ye Yi’an’s perfume cabinet, her gaze fixed on the bottle of “Goodnight Moon” placed at the very top.

This was a birthday gift she had specially customized for Ye Yi’an last year, the only one of its kind in the world.

Yet, the scent on Yu Qingqi tonight was strikingly similar. Could it really be a coincidence?

Fu Chaoying immediately stood on tiptoe, opened the glass door, and took out the perfume bottle.

But the bottle still felt heavy, as if it had never been used. Was it truly just a coincidence?

Her phone vibrated, interrupting her thoughts. Fu Chaoying opened the message and looked at the photos sent by the photographer, but a chill ran through her heart, and she couldn’t suppress a cold laugh.

Putting down her phone, another possibility suddenly occurred to her. Without hesitation, she took a test strip and lightly pressed the spray nozzle.

The moment the tuberose fragrance spilled out, she knew with absolute clarity—this was not the scent of “Goodnight Moon.”

The truth was undeniable: Ye Yi’an had secretly replaced the perfume and given it to Yu Qingqi, who had even used it as a tool to provoke her.

Fu Chaoying’s fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the perfume bottle.

“A-Ying.” Ye Yi’an called out to her.

Fu Chaoying placed the perfume back in its spot and turned to the makeup removal area.

Ye Yi’an appeared at the dressing room door. “A-Ying, there’s been an emergency with the crew. I need to head over now.”

Her tone was gentle yet slightly grave, flawless as always.

Fu Chaoying set down the cleansing balm and looked up. The warm lighting cast a soft glow on her delicate features, as if veiled in gauze.

Ye Yi’an was momentarily stunned by her beauty, but the next second, she felt a pang of guilt under the scrutiny of those deep, penetrating eyes—had she been found out? How was that possible?

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved into a faint smile, her tone indifferent. “Today’s our anniversary. Is it really that urgent?”

Ye Yi’an hesitated briefly before forcing a lighthearted reply. “You know our studio invested in this project too.”

A clap of thunder rumbled outside. Fu Chaoying studied her face but didn’t try to stop her, merely responding calmly, “Alright, be careful on the road.”

Ye Yi’an stepped forward to hug her, but Fu Chaoying gently raised a hand to stop her. “I just started removing my makeup. Don’t let it get on you.”

A-Ying was easy to placate.

The sound of the door closing echoed as Fu Chaoying picked up her phone and flipped through old photos.

In every picture where the two of them appeared, Yu Qingqi stood beside Ye Yi’an, their body language unmistakable. Tonight’s group photo was no exception.

So, the person Ye Yi’an was cheating with was most likely Yu Qingqi.

And tonight—had Ye Yi’an really gone to the film set, or was she meeting Yu Qingqi?

Fu Chaoying stood up almost immediately, grabbed her car keys, and headed out.

The city center was in the opposite direction of the film studio. Fu Chaoying drove toward downtown, only to spot Ye Yi’an’s car at the fifth intersection.

Ye Yi’an clearly hadn’t gone to the set. What was she doing in the city?

Her grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly as countless possibilities flashed through her mind.

How many young couples could stay together until old age? Especially when Ye Yi’an was entangled in the ever-changing, complicated world of showbiz.

She shouldn’t be overreacting.

Twenty minutes later, the grand entrance of the Nan Yan Clubhouse loomed ahead. Fu Chaoying watched as Ye Yi’an parked, walked into the lobby, and disappeared into the elevator.

Memories flooded back—when they were eighteen, they had stepped into this very hotel together.

Now, Fu Chaoying stared at the empty lobby, her heart eerily calm.

Impulsiveness would only leave her at a disadvantage.

She rolled down the car window, letting the cold wind rush in as she steadied her breathing and forced herself to think clearly.

Ye Yi’an wasn’t foolish enough to let hotel staff catch her in an affair. She must have entered under the pretense of work.

Once she had a plan, Fu Chaoying grabbed an umbrella and stepped out.

The front desk recognized her and greeted her warmly. “Miss Fu, you’re here too?”

Fu Chaoying smiled back. “Hello. Yi’an forgot a document, so I’m bringing it to her.”

Casually, she asked for the room number.

The receptionist hesitated. “I’m sorry, Miss Fu. Ms. Ye went straight upstairs—we don’t know which room she entered.”

Fu Chaoying added, “She mentioned meeting Yu Qingqi for work.”

The receptionist’s face lit up in realization. “Ah, Room 520.”

520… What a cruel number.

Ye Yi’an had told her “I love you” countless times, yet now she was sharing a hotel room with another woman.

What else could they be doing here? Weren’t people saying she was frigid?

Fu Chaoying took a deep breath, suppressing the storm of emotions, and turned to leave.

Raindrops began to fall suddenly, cold and sharp against her cheeks. Her steps were heavy, but she didn’t stop.

She knew with painful clarity—this was the end, and she had to face it head-on.

Back at the car, the seat was slightly damp from the rain.

Fu Chaoying wiped it dry with a tissue before sitting down slowly, gazing through the blurred window at the world outside.

The lights were bright as day, and the pink magnolias swayed violently in the downpour.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, memories resurfacing relentlessly.

Back when they used to walk past these magnolias, Ye Yi’an had joked about planting a few in their yard someday so Fu Chaoying wouldn’t keep admiring other people’s flowers.

But now, it seemed the one who truly longed for wildflowers was Ye Yi’an herself.

No wonder her wish tonight had been for them to stay together forever—not to love each other forever.

Fu Chaoying let out a bitter laugh and drove off into the pouring rain.

The storm grew heavier, the roads treacherous, but all she could think about was making it home safely.

The moment she saw the warm glow in the courtyard, her restless heart suddenly calmed, and even her subsequent plans became clear.

But before she could put them into action after returning home, the doorbell rang.

The visitor was the assistant of Ye Yi’an’s elder sister, Ye Jiayuan. “Good evening, Miss Fu. Apologies for disturbing you so late.”

The assistant handed over an ornate box. “President Ye just arrived in Nanyan and asked me to deliver this immediately.”

Ye Jiayuan had been too busy with work in recent years to meet with them often, but Ye Yi’an frequently mentioned her sister, her words filled with rare admiration and respect.

Fu Chaoying politely accepted the box, though her confusion deepened—

Ye Jiayuan was always swamped with work, even forgetting her own birthday. How could she possibly remember their anniversary?

Moreover, she had never sent gifts in previous years. Why now, of all times, when they were on the verge of breaking up?