On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 10: “Sister... Don’t Go.”

After hanging up, the thunder outside grew deafening.

As Fu Chaoying turned to change in her bedroom, Ye Jiayuan’s words—“I’m single, there’s no inconvenience”—lingered in her mind.

Such a simple statement, yet it carried endless possibilities for interpretation.

Clearing her thoughts, she packed her essentials. But the moment she opened the door, she froze at the sight of a figure waiting outside—had Ye Jiayuan come to pick her up?

Her heart skipped a beat. Lifting her gaze in surprise, she realized it was a stranger—a woman who nodded politely and smiled. “Hello, I’m Ms. Ye’s housekeeper. She asked me to fetch you.”

Fu Chaoying dipped her head slightly. “Thank you.”

Of course Ye Jiayuan wouldn’t come in person. She laughed at herself inwardly, chiding her own wishful thinking.

The housekeeper led her to a private elevator, then to Ye Jiayuan’s door, pressing the doorbell for her.

As the door slowly opened, a delicate fragrance of magnolia enveloped her.

Fu Chaoying held her breath. Raising her eyes, she saw Ye Jiayuan wrapped in a towel, her fair skin still glistening with droplets of water. A bead trailed down her neck, slipping toward the valley between—clearly fresh from the shower.

“Come in,” Ye Jiayuan’s cool voice invited. Fu Chaoying averted her gaze discreetly and murmured, “Jiayuan-jie… am I disturbing you?”

She wondered if her call had truly interrupted Ye Jiayuan’s bath—but how could she answer the phone while showering?

“No,” Ye Jiayuan replied. Her eyes flickered briefly to the stuffed bear in Fu Chaoying’s arms, a hint of amusement flashing imperceptibly before she stepped aside to let her in.

Fu Chaoying took in the spacious living room before turning back. “Jiayuan-jie… do you always live in hotels?”

Hearing the address, a shadow of something deeper flickered in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes. “Yes,” she answered softly.

Her calm tone carried a trace of loneliness or melancholy—quickly masked by a faint smile.

Ye Jiayuan pointed to the room on the right and said, “You can stay in that one. I’m going to dry my hair.”

Fu Chaoying pushed the door open to find the space completely empty, devoid of any signs of habitation.

Just as she lowered her gaze to examine the large bed, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

“The bedding was changed yesterday. If you’re uncomfortable with it, I can have someone replace it now,” Ye Jiayuan’s voice came from outside.

Fu Chaoying turned to open the door, her eyes meeting the sight of Ye Jiayuan with damp hair cascading over her shoulders, even her collarbones glistening with moisture. This half-dressed state inexplicably exuded an alluring beauty.

Fu Chaoying quickly averted her gaze, smiling lightly into her eyes. “I don’t mind. Thank you for taking me in, Jiayuan-jie.”

“No need for thanks,” Ye Jiayuan replied before turning away again, her steps leaving a faint trail of fragrance in the air.

Fu Chaoying took a deep breath and retreated into the room to change into her nightgown.

When she came out for water, she was startled by the sudden ringing of a phone.

It wasn’t hers.

Fu Chaoying soon spotted the phone on the side table. The caller ID showed “Liu Xin”—probably Ye Jiayuan’s assistant, Special Assistant Liu?

Holding the phone, Fu Chaoying gently knocked on Ye Jiayuan’s door.

After several knocks, Ye Jiayuan’s face appeared from behind the door. Fu Chaoying handed her the phone. “Your call.”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze swept over her nightgown before she thanked her and took the phone.

Fu Chaoying returned to sit on the living room sofa, sipping water, but couldn’t help wondering—why could Ye Jiayuan receive calls while showering, yet didn’t bring her phone when drying her hair?

This question would likely remain unanswered, as she wouldn’t press for an explanation.

Within minutes, the door opened again. Seeing Fu Chaoying alone in the living room, Ye Jiayuan glanced at the lightning flashing outside the window and asked softly, “Still scared?”

Fu Chaoying nodded pitifully.

Ye Jiayuan walked to her side, eyeing the water cup in her hands, and asked gently, “Would you like some milk instead?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head. “No, thank you, Jiayuan-jie.”

By now, Ye Jiayuan’s hair was dry, the dark, silken strands falling over her shoulders. Paired with her loose sleepwear, she looked unexpectedly approachable.

This was their first time alone together in such an intimate, domestic setting.

Fu Chaoying continued to gaze into her eyes, as if hoping she would say something more, but instead heard, “Warm milk helps with sleep.”

Ye Jiayuan seemed completely oblivious to her unspoken expectation.

Fu Chaoying tilted her head obediently. “No need to trouble yourself…”

Her voice was so faint it nearly broke.

Ye Jiayuan studied her increasingly pale face, sensing her hesitation. “Hmm?”

“Jiayuan-jie… may I sleep in your room?” Fu Chaoying averted her eyes slightly, embarrassed. “I can take the sofa—I just don’t want to be alone.”

Ye Jiayuan watched her for two seconds before turning to the lightning outside with a quiet “Mm. Come on.”

Fu Chaoying’s eyes brightened instantly as she looked up to meet her gaze, yet she keenly detected something hidden beneath that gentle expression.

She quickly stood. “I’ll get my pillow.”

But in her haste, Fu Chaoying lost her balance and stumbled sideways—only to be caught by a warm, firm hand.

The next moment, she found herself tumbling into Ye Jiayuan’s embrace, enveloped by the rich scent of magnolia blossoms.

Their eyes met unexpectedly, and Fu Chaoying felt her heartbeat suddenly accelerate, a slight tremble running through her body.

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes held a depth of emotion she couldn’t quite decipher, yet she found herself irresistibly drawn in.

“Careful.” Ye Jiayuan’s low voice sounded abruptly by her ear as she steadied her.

Fu Chaoying lightly grasped her wrist. “Thank you, Jiayuan-jie.”

Then, just as subtly, she let go.

Ye Jiayuan watched her retreating figure, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips.

When Fu Chaoying entered Ye Jiayuan’s room with her pillow, she also carried a small brown bear—a birthday gift from Aunt Chu when she was fifteen.

Ye Jiayuan noticed it again. “You still have it.”

Fu Chaoying nodded. “I usually take it with me when I travel.”

A shadow of something unspoken flickered in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes, but she remained silent.

Ye Jiayuan’s room was meticulously arranged, clearly a place she frequented.

But given her financial means, she could easily own multiple properties in Singapore… Why stay in a hotel? Fu Chaoying couldn’t understand.

She headed straight for the sofa by the bed, only to be stopped by Ye Jiayuan. “The bed is big enough. We can share it, just stay on your own side.”

Fu Chaoying’s heart fluttered. She blinked, then nodded softly, placing her pillow deliberately far from the other side, leaving a wide gap between them.

Even if they shared the same bed, it was no different from sleeping separately.

She set the bear between their pillows, then noticed Ye Jiayuan pulling out an extra blanket. Unexpectedly, she asked, “Should we call for fresh bedding?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head. “No need.”

A quiet murmur followed: “Then I’ll turn off the lights.”

Though they slept under separate blankets and pillows, Fu Chaoying was wrapped in the scent of Ye Jiayuan’s magnolia fragrance from the sheets—like being nestled in her arms, just as intimate as when she had fallen into them earlier.

Outside, rain poured and thunder rumbled, while inside, the bedding was soft and warm, enveloped in a comforting aroma.

Her heart settled into calm. Listening to Ye Jiayuan’s steady breathing, she drifted into sleep without realizing.

Yet in her dreams, she faintly heard the vibration of a phone, followed by the rustling of someone rising and the soft click of a door closing.

–

Ye Jiayuan woke to the vibration and immediately silenced the call.

In the dim light, she gazed at Fu Chaoying’s peaceful sleeping face, her eyes lingering on the brown bear clutched tightly in her arms.

Unable to resist, she reached out and lightly brushed her fingers against Fu Chaoying’s cheek—but withdrew after only two seconds.

A long moment later, the phone buzzed again, forcing her to rise and step outside.

When she answered, the line was filled with noise, the storm nearly drowning out the voice on the other end.

Ye Jiayuan spoke calmly. “I’m sorry, I can’t come.”

“Why?” The woman’s voice was nearly hysterical.

After a pause, Ye Jiayuan replied firmly, “Because there’s someone important I need to stay with.”

Her tone was quiet but resolute.

Hanging up, she returned to the bedroom and slipped back into bed.

A sudden clap of thunder made her instinctively turn—only to be met with the warmth of a soft body rolling over and embracing her.

She heard the soft murmur from the person in her arms: “Sis… don’t go.”