On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 13: Taking the Initiative

Fu Chaoying had already finished her meal.

Ye Jiayuan was about to return to her study to work when, in the moment she turned around, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed outside the window. It was followed by a low rumble of thunder, like the morning bell and evening drum echoing through silent mountains—deafening.

Ye Jiayuan slowed her steps, as if waiting for something.

Yet even as she neared the study door, the space behind her remained silent, as though she were the only person in the entire house.

Unable to resist, Ye Jiayuan turned around and saw Fu Chaoying standing like a statue at the end of the hallway, staring intently at her.

For a moment, their eyes met, and Ye Jiayuan keenly caught the flicker of fear in Fu Chaoying’s gaze.

A soft, unnamed emotion quietly unfurled in her chest. Ye Jiayuan paused and spoke gently, “There are many books in my study.”

Fu Chaoying, as if released from a spell, offered her a pale smile. “Then…”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod. “Come in and browse as you like.”

Fu Chaoying’s eyes brightened, and she quickly walked toward her.

Ye Jiayuan stood at the other end of the hallway, quietly waiting. As if, in this way, she could catch all of Fu Chaoying’s unease and fear.

The two entered the study one after the other.

The curtains by the floor-to-ceiling windows hadn’t been drawn yet, and Fu Chaoying immediately noticed the oppressive darkness outside.

The study was brightly lit, and the reflective glass of the windows mirrored their figures.

A thought crossed Fu Chaoying’s mind. Her gaze inadvertently swept over the oil painting on the wall, and she murmured softly, “Sister really seems to like this painting.”

Ye Jiayuan followed her line of sight and replied flatly, “The room was too dull. This painting helps liven it up.”

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved slightly, but she didn’t press further.

She walked to the bookshelf and randomly pulled out a book, only to turn and find that there was only a backless sofa by the window.

“It’d be nice to have a rocking chair,” Fu Chaoying remarked casually.

Ye Jiayuan looked up from her computer screen, then picked up the phone and dialed. “Mm, bring in a new rocking chair.”

“You’re so kind, Jiayuan-jie!” Fu Chaoying’s tone was light, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

Ye Jiayuan studied her for a moment before replying calmly, “There was one here before. I didn’t like it, so I had it removed.”

She didn’t like it.

The words made Fu Chaoying pause—it seemed their tastes were vastly different.

The silence stretched too long. When Ye Jiayuan glanced up again, Fu Chaoying had already lowered her head to read.

Time slipped by quietly. The rocking chair arrived, and the two busied themselves with their own tasks.

Fu Chaoying became absorbed in her book. It wasn’t until she grew thirsty and went to pour water that she looked up and noticed Ye Jiayuan had, at some point, come to stand beside her—gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window.

The light outlined the elegant curve of her profile, enchanting and mysterious.

Fu Chaoying stared at her, mesmerized without realizing it.

Everything Ye Jiayuan did, every word she spoke, seemed to carry hidden meaning, yet she never voiced it outright.

“Finished reading?” Ye Jiayuan asked softly, her gaze naturally settling on Fu Chaoying’s face.

Snapping out of her daze, Fu Chaoying smiled faintly. “Not yet. I was just going to get some water.”

As she stood, despite moving slowly, the rocking chair swayed violently. The moment she lost her balance, a pair of warm, familiar hands steadied her.

“Sorry, I wasn’t steady,” Fu Chaoying said, gripping Ye Jiayuan’s wrist to rise—only to suddenly lurch forward the moment she regained her footing.

Fu Chaoying’s warm breath seeped through the thin shirt onto Ye Jiayuan’s skin, making her breath hitch momentarily before she heard the question—

“Jiayuan-jie, why do you smell so strongly of coffee?”

Fu Chaoying lifted her gaze, studying the dark circles under Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as if searching for evidence of sleepless nights.

Ye Jiayuan remained composed: “Just spilled some coffee on my clothes.”

Fu Chaoying quietly released her hand, her eyes skimming over the nearly wrinkle-free shirt, a hint of mischief flashing in her gaze. “Oh, I thought maybe I’d disturbed your rest last night.”

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes flickered slightly, maintaining her silence.

“Are you done with work, Jiayuan-jie?” Fu Chaoying smoothly changed the subject. “Could you come downstairs with me to get my clothes?”

Pushing one’s luck is human nature.

Ye Jiayuan seemed to have anticipated this request. After only brief hesitation, she gave a soft hum of agreement.

Fu Chaoying went to the kitchen to pour water, handing her a glass.

After drinking, they headed downstairs only to encounter Ye Jiayuan’s aunt.

The aunt was clearly tipsy but sober enough to know the time: “Why are you two only coming back now?”

Without missing a beat, Fu Chaoying explained: “I was just visiting Jiayuan’s place for a while.”

The aunt nodded, then smiled at Ye Jiayuan: “Thanks for looking after our Xiaoying.”

“Not at all,” Ye Jiayuan replied mildly, offering nothing more.

After brief pleasantries, the aunt retreated to her room.

Fu Chaoying opened the door, then turned to give Ye Jiayuan a long look.

If Ye Jiayuan wanted to avoid trouble, she would have taken this chance to pawn Fu Chaoying off on her aunt—yet she hadn’t.

A smile curled at Fu Chaoying’s lips. “Wait here a moment, Jiayuan-jie.”

She disappeared into the bedroom.

The familiar scent of roses greeted Ye Jiayuan as she glanced around, spotting Fu Chaoying’s rose-scented diffuser. Apparently Fu Chaoying had consistent tastes—her perfume, body wash, and now diffuser all carried the same floral note.

Soon Fu Chaoying emerged with a nightgown, pillow, and small bag.

Ye Jiayuan gave them a cursory glance before asking casually: “Did you forget something?”

Fu Chaoying immediately understood the implication. Without checking, she simply smiled. “I left my teddy bear at your place.”

Ye Jiayuan seemed to ponder this as Fu Chaoying quickly added: “I just noticed.”

The explanation felt both deliberate and natural.

Ye Jiayuan chose not to press further, simply moving toward the door.

Returning to Ye Jiayuan’s apartment under her escort, Fu Chaoying couldn’t shake the feeling of being invited—even though she’d been the one to ask to stay.

Ye Jiayuan’s kindness seemed boundless, as if she had no limits when it came to Fu Chaoying.

Suddenly Fu Chaoying wanted to test something.

She naturally placed her pillow and teddy bear in last night’s spots—Ye Jiayuan allowed it.

After showering, she climbed into Ye Jiayuan’s bed first—Ye Jiayuan allowed it.

This silent permission for all her actions only deepened Fu Chaoying’s curiosity—would Ye Jiayuan truly indulge her every whim?

So when Ye Jiayuan finally joined her in bed, just before a distant rumble of thunder, Fu Chaoying whispered:

“ Jiayuan-jie, I’m a little scared. Could you hold me?”

This was Fu Chaoying’s first sober invitation for intimacy between them.

The thunder abruptly ceased. Outside, even the lightning seemed to hold its breath, as if the entire world waited for Ye Jiayuan’s response.