On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 11: “When the Little Sister Breaks Up, the Big Sister Picks Up the Pieces.”

“Sis… don’t go.”

Fu Chaoying’s voice was so light it almost resembled a sigh, yet it carried an unprecedented fragility and longing.

The warm, damp breath brushed imperceptibly against Ye Jiayuan’s neck, uncontrollably stirring a faint shiver.

The world seemed to fall abruptly silent, every trace of warmth and sound in the air becoming startlingly clear.

Under the dim glow of the corner lamp, Ye Jiayuan’s gaze involuntarily landed on the face so close to hers.

Her eyes traced slowly—from the smooth forehead, to the delicate bridge of the nose, to the plump, dewy lips, and those slightly trembling pink petals…

Unbidden, the intimate scenes from that night flashed through Ye Jiayuan’s mind, vivid as yesterday.

It had been a stormy night too, and just as they lay in the closest embrace, Fu Chaoying had barged into her world with a faint trace of alcohol, her warm tongue slipping between Ye Jiayuan’s lips.

The sensation had been so real that even now, days later, the memory tightened Ye Jiayuan’s chest, her breath hitching slightly.

Another deafening clap of thunder roared outside the window, jolting Ye Jiayuan back to the present—only to freeze at the sight before her.

Fu Chaoying leaned in without warning, her lips nearly brushing Ye Jiayuan’s.

Staring at those flawlessly shaped lips, Ye Jiayuan’s breath hitched for a split second before she swiftly reacted.

She retreated slightly, gently but firmly peeling away the arms encircling her waist and setting them aside.

The motions flowed as naturally as if rehearsed.

Once done, Ye Jiayuan took a deep breath, trying to steady her suddenly racing heart.

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The next morning, Fu Chaoying awoke leisurely from her slumber to find the space beside her empty, save for the faint lingering scent of magnolia.

She remembered throwing herself into Ye Jiayuan’s arms after the latter returned from a phone call. But what happened after? Had she really just clung to Ye Jiayuan all night?

Slipping into her slippers, Fu Chaoying padded softly out of the room and called, “Jiayuan-jie?”

No answer came, but a note lay on the coffee table: [Gone to work. You can order breakfast via the intercom. — Ye Jiayuan.]

The handwriting, like its owner, was steady yet sharp.

A small smile curved Fu Chaoying’s lips as she picked up the note and dialed the intercom. Before she could speak, a vaguely familiar woman’s voice greeted her: “Good morning, Miss Fu. What would you like for breakfast?”

It was Ye Jiayuan’s residence concierge.

After ordering wonton noodles and tea eggs, her phone suddenly rang—an incoming call from her aunt.

“Xiao Ying, where are you?”

“Waiting for breakfast,” Fu Chaoying replied, her lips quirking.

Assuming she was at a hotel restaurant, Fu Anyun exchanged pleasantries before giving her an address for a lunch gathering.

The guests would all be her aunt’s friends, so Fu Chaoying obediently agreed. Hanging up, she returned to Ye Jiayuan’s bedroom, neatly folding the blankets and retrieving her pillow and teddy bear.

The room reverted to its untouched state, as if she had never been there.

From her travel bag in the other bedroom, Fu Chaoying pulled out a bottle of perfume and gave two light spritzes into the air.

The delicate fragrance of roses instantly filled Ye Jiayuan’s bedroom—Fu Chaoying’s signature scent.

She curled her lips in satisfaction and gently closed the door behind her.

Fu Chaoying had just stepped out of the bedroom and was about to pack her belongings when her phone screen lit up.

It was a message from Ye Jiayuan: “Still there?”

Fu Chaoying’s eyes softened slightly as she tapped the screen to reply, but before she could, another message followed: “Could you scan a document for me? It’s on the desk.”

She sent back an “ok” sticker and turned toward the long hallway beside the master bedroom, finding Ye Jiayuan’s study at the end.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating half of the bookshelves and casting a serene, warm glow over the entire space.

Fu Chaoying walked straight to the desk by the window and quickly located the document.

Just a few pages—scanning wouldn’t take long.

She had just sent the files when her gaze lifted and froze on a vivid splash of color—

A painting. The oil painting she had given Ye Jiayuan.

A vibrant yet slightly clumsy piece, hanging on the white wall directly opposite the desk.

It clashed with the understated luxury of the room’s decor, yet somehow blended seamlessly into the study’s tranquil atmosphere.

Fu Chaoying’s breath hitched. Her phone vibrated—another message from Ye Jiayuan: “Thanks.”

Her pulse quickened.

Ye Jiayuan had hung her painting where she could see it every day—just as Fu Chaoying kept Ye Jiayuan’s gift by her bedside.

Was this Ye Jiayuan’s way of responding to her?

Images flickered through Fu Chaoying’s mind—unspoken words, unrealized gestures—until her wavering thoughts crystallized into certainty.

She wanted to test just how far Ye Jiayuan’s affection for her went. Or rather, whether Ye Jiayuan truly harbored something deeper.

At noon, Fu Chaoying accompanied her aunt to a luncheon. Throughout the meal, she carried herself with grace, engaging in conversation with just the right measure of charm, leaving a favorable impression on the guests.

But the evening gala was the real battlefield of social maneuvering.

Her aunt had her own networking agenda and only reminded Fu Chaoying not to drink too much before letting her navigate the event on her own.

Fu Chaoying picked up a glass of red wine and lingered in a corner, quietly rehearsing a few social pleasantries in English before approaching two international oil painters.

They expressed keen interest in traditional Chinese ink wash painting, mentioning their desire to visit Nanyan for research someday.

Fu Chaoying warmly extended an invitation and smoothly exchanged contact details.

As she turned to seek out another conversation, a light tap landed on her shoulder.

“Miss Fu, what a coincidence.”

The speaker was Yun Ji, the founder of a rising guofeng fashion brand, who had once approached her for a collaboration.

At the time, Fu Chaoying had declined—partly because Ye Yi’an had previously worked with them.

Now, meeting again, Fu Chaoying offered a perfectly measured smile. “Miss Yun, it’s been a while.”

They shook hands lightly.

Yun Ji made no mention of their past failed collaboration. Instead, she enthusiastically introduced tomorrow’s fashion exhibition and extended another invitation.

Fu Chaoying recalled the email she had received days ago—one she hadn’t replied to. Yet here Yun Ji was, asking again.

After a brief internal debate, Fu Chaoying nodded. “It would be my honor.”

She knew better than to let Ye Yi’an cloud her judgment of this brand. Besides, persistence like this deserved recognition.

Before long, a familiar female voice sounded from the podium. Fu Chaoying looked up to see the woman she’d met last night—Ye Jiayuan’s colleague and university classmate, Qu Jingyuan.

Ye Jiayuan had said she wouldn’t be able to attend in person today.

As the sponsor of this forum and cocktail party, Xingye International naturally had to send a representative to deliver some formal remarks.

Qu Jingyuan was flamboyant and captivating, like the brightest star in the night sky, drawing the attention of the entire room.

Fu Chaoying watched her figure but couldn’t help wondering—what kind of woman would Ye Jiayuan like?

Before she could ponder further, she heard a voice nearby—

“Ah-Ying, found you.”

Ye Yi’an, dressed in a wine-red gown, slowly approached her.

Fu Chaoying didn’t turn around, moving instead to the side of the bar, only to find Ye Yi’an following her.

“You refused all the letters I sent you,” Ye Yi’an said, her tone tinged with pleading. “Ah-Ying, I’ve completely cut ties with her. Give me another chance, please?”

Fu Chaoying turned her head, expression calm, and replied coolly, “Ye Yi’an, I don’t like going back to old flames.”

Her voice was soft, but the certainty in her tone was unmistakable.

Ye Yi’an opened her mouth to say more, but she was interrupted by a group of women in matching suits—

“Little Ye?”

Recognizing her, they crowded around to exchange pleasantries.

Fu Chaoying had no patience for their insincere chatter and was about to walk away when one of them blocked her path. “Where are you going, Miss Fu? Not staying with Little Ye?”

Ignoring her, Fu Chaoying tried to shake off the woman’s grip, only to hear two sharp voices sneer:

“Didn’t they break up? Why are they still at the same party?” someone muttered under their breath.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? An amicable split—so she can still leech off her ex’s connections.”

The two women kept up their mocking commentary, clicking their tongues in disdain.

Her ex’s connections. They assumed Ye Yi’an had brought her here.

Fu Chaoying suppressed her anger, sweeping a cold gaze over the crowd, only to realize Ye Yi’an made no move to clarify—perhaps she truly believed that Fu Chaoying had received the invitation because of her ties to Xingye.

A fresh wave of fury surged in Fu Chaoying’s chest. She took two deep breaths to steady herself and turned to leave—only to freeze as she collided with a warm, firm embrace.

The scent of magnolia, familiar yet mingled with traces of coffee, flooded her senses. Her breath hitched as a cool voice sounded by her ear:

“Leeching off whose connections? I personally invited Miss Fu.”

Ye Jiayuan rested her left hand casually on Fu Chaoying’s shoulder, a glass of red wine in her right, exuding effortless authority.

All eyes in the vicinity snapped toward them. The catty women fell silent at the sight of their intimate stance, and even Ye Yi’an was too stunned to speak.

Fu Chaoying blinked in surprise before meeting Ye Jiayuan’s gaze.

Her eyes were as enigmatic as ever, yet they sent Fu Chaoying’s pulse racing.

Whispers erupted around them.

“My god, Director Ye invited her herself?”

“No wonder Fu Chaoying said she wouldn’t go back to her ex…”

“She’s found herself a better branch to climb!”

Amidst the rising tide of gossip, a different opinion emerged: “How thrilling—little sister breaks up, big sister swoops in?”

But only one question occupied Fu Chaoying’s mind: Why had Ye Jiayuan suddenly appeared? Didn’t she say she wasn’t coming?