On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 14: Delicate Wrists

“Jiayuan-jie, will you hold me?”

The air seemed to freeze in that moment, making every breath distinctly audible.

Outside the window, the lightning had barely subsided before threatening to strike again. Ye Jiayuan lay motionless on her side in the darkness, yet Fu Chaoying inexplicably sensed a faint tension radiating from her body.

Time stretched on as if suspended—so long that Fu Chaoying began to think her request would be silently rejected. Then, at last, Ye Jiayuan spoke—

“Sorry.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the silent night with startling clarity.

Fu Chaoying’s heart lurched violently, mirroring the sudden crash of thunder outside.

She had refused.

Ye Jiayuan had rejected her bold, overstepping attempt.

Fu Chaoying parted her lips and replied in an equally soft, gentle tone, “Sorry.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a faint rustling reached her ears—the sound of Ye Jiayuan shifting.

Then, a cool, steady voice broke the silence—

“If you’re scared, you can hold my arm.”

Fu Chaoying’s fingers trembled slightly before she slowly reached out, finding Ye Jiayuan’s forearm.

Slender yet warm, Fu Chaoying pressed her palm against the other girl’s skin, absorbing the heat radiating from her.

At first, Ye Jiayuan’s arm tensed slightly, as if instinctively guarding herself—but then, just as quickly, she relaxed.

Her voice was restrained yet gentle. “Sleep now.”

The warmth of her skin seemed to seep straight into Fu Chaoying’s heart, bringing a fragile sense of calm—though her pulse showed no signs of slowing.

Was she still too nervous?

Afraid of disturbing her, Fu Chaoying didn’t dare move a muscle.

An immeasurable amount of time passed before she finally loosened her grip—only to realize Ye Jiayuan hadn’t withdrawn her arm.

Fu Chaoying’s heart stirred slightly as her fingers stealthily moved downward, finally grasping the palm of Ye Jiayuan’s hand and gently placing her own within it.

Ye Jiayuan’s fingers seemed to twitch faintly before settling into stillness.

Holding her breath, Fu Chaoying listened to the steady rhythm of Ye Jiayuan’s breathing, guessing she must already be asleep.

Otherwise, how could she allow Fu Chaoying to grow bolder, interlacing their fingers so intimately?

A quiet smile curved Fu Chaoying’s lips as she closed her eyes and gradually drifted into slumber.

–

Morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, spilling into the room.

When Fu Chaoying awoke, Ye Jiayuan was still beside her, though now separated by the width of a person. She slept peacefully, her breaths soft and even.

Their hands remained in the same position as the night before, lightly resting against each other without fully entwining.

Carefully, Fu Chaoying slipped her fingers between Ye Jiayuan’s before falling asleep once more.

The second time she woke, Fu Chaoying instinctively turned her head to the left, only to find Ye Jiayuan gone.

Glancing at the clock, she saw it was just past seven in the morning.

So early? Ye Jiayuan was already up and working?

Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but admire Ye Jiayuan’s time management skills.

After freshening up, Fu Chaoying opened the bedroom door and immediately spotted a figure seated on the balcony.

Bathed in the faint morning light, Ye Jiayuan’s profile was outlined by a delicate glow, giving her an air of cool elegance that still held warmth.

Fu Chaoying committed the picturesque scene to memory.

“Good morning, Jiayuan-jie!” Fu Chaoying called out cheerfully.

Ye Jiayuan glanced back at her. “Morning. Check your phone—Aunt Yun probably sent you a message.”

Fu Chaoying found her phone on the coffee table and, sure enough, there was a voice message from her aunt. The gist was that she had urgent business back home and instructed Fu Chaoying to contact Ye Jiayuan if needed.

“So I’ve been ‘entrusted’ to you, Jiayuan-jie?” Fu Chaoying feigned surprise.

“If anything comes up, reach out to me. If you can’t get through, contact Liu Xin,” Ye Jiayuan replied matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural arrangement.

“Got it.”

Ye Jiayuan ordered breakfast for her before lowering her gaze back to her book.

Fu Chaoying retrieved her travel bag and applied light makeup. When she emerged, she found Ye Jiayuan already waiting at the dining table.

As Fu Chaoying took her seat, Ye Jiayuan casually asked, “Any plans for today?”

Between bites of breakfast, Fu Chaoying recounted her upcoming participation in a fashion show and mentioned her interactions with the brand’s founder, Yun Ji.

Pausing mid-sentence, she added, “Your sister might be there too.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.

“But I’ve already confirmed my attendance,” Fu Chaoying added.

Ye Jiayuan didn’t comment further, only advising, “You can ask the butler to arrange a driver for you. Also, if you encounter another situation like last night, handle it appropriately.”

The last remark carried an implicit meaning—today, she wouldn’t appear out of nowhere to rescue Fu Chaoying again.

Fu Chaoying nodded obediently. “Understood. Thanks for the reminder, Jiayuan-jie.”

After breakfast, Ye Jiayuan rose to leave.

Watching her, Fu Chaoying spoke up just before she reached the door: “Jiayuan-jie, did you check the weather forecast?”

Ye Jiayuan halted and met her gaze directly. “Move your luggage to the guest room.”

Having her thoughts seen through, Fu Chaoying blinked and offered an apologetic smile, “Sorry, sister, troubling you again.”

Ye Jiayuan glanced at her briefly without responding, then turned toward the door. “I’m heading to work.”

Fu Chaoying hurried after her, seeing her off at the entrance while murmuring softly, “I hope tonight…”

Watching Ye Jiayuan’s retreating figure, Fu Chaoying suddenly found herself uncertain about what exactly she was hoping for.

After tidying up her belongings downstairs and placing them in the guest room, she returned to Ye Jiayuan’s master bedroom to retrieve her pillow and teddy bear.

By afternoon, the chauffeur arranged by the housekeeper drove her to the fashion show.

During the ride, Fu Chaoying pondered various possible scenarios and countermeasures—how to respond if Yun Ji exploited their breakup for publicity, or how to tactfully extricate herself if Ye Yi’an tried to cause trouble again.

Yet reality proved far smoother than anticipated.

Upon arrival, Fu Chaoying was immediately escorted to a front-row seat beside Yun Ji herself.

The VIP treatment shielded her from any disturbances throughout the event—she didn’t even catch a glimpse of Ye Yi’an.

While Fu Chaoying quietly observed the show, Yun Ji kept initiating conversation—explaining the brand’s philosophy and expressing genuine interest in collaboration.

Fu Chaoying listened attentively, promising to consider the offer seriously.

But when the finale collection appeared on the runway, inspiration struck. Meeting Yun Ji’s expectant gaze, she said, “We should talk.”

Yun Ji’s smile brightened. “The honor is mine.”

Under curious and surprised stares from the crowd, Fu Chaoying followed Yun Ji to the VIP lounge.

En route, she heard the woman jest, “Some claimed at last week’s gala that you were riding your ex’s coattails—what fools blinded by prejudice! Frankly speaking, we’d never have loaned dresses to Ye Yi’an if not for wanting to connect with you.”

As a premier Chinese luxury brand courting A-list international stars, Ye Yi’an truly didn’t qualify.

Fu Chaoying merely smiled without comment. Taking cheap shots at exes reflected poorly on anyone.

Yun Ji changed tack, reiterating her sincerity before they reached the private dining area. After brief social obligations, Yun Ji returned to discuss partnership specifics.

Even with limited experience, Fu Chaoying frowned at certain clauses—the terms seemed suspiciously favorable, almost like a pig-butchering scam.

Noticing her reaction, Yun Ji chuckled. “Any concerns, Ms. Fu?”

Meeting her gaze directly, Fu Chaoying asked, “What’s the catch?”

“Beyond our collaboration terms, there’s…” After a pause, Yun Ji added, “We heard you’ve become a Xingye International shareholder.”

Instantly grasping the implication, Fu Chaoying pressed, “You want Xingye’s investment?”

Seeing no point in pretense, Yun Ji admitted hoping the partnership would build Xingye’s confidence in the brand for potential long-term funding.

“I’m afraid I can’t assist with that,” Fu Chaoying refused without hesitation. She knew her place and wouldn’t presume to influence Ye Jiayuan’s professional decisions.

Undeterred, Yun Ji revised the proposal with genuine goodwill, reaching a preliminary agreement to sign contracts and announce officially the next day.

Exiting the lounge, Fu Chaoying called her driver.

Tonight, the bright moon hung in the sky amidst a sea of stars, with no sign of wind or rain.

Fu Chaoying gazed at the beautiful scenery outside the window, yet an inexplicable sense of melancholy rose in her heart.

Just as she stepped out of the venue, her eyes immediately landed on a familiar Bentley and the figure of an assistant waiting beside it.

“Miss Chaoying, please get in.”

Had Ye Jiayuan come to pick her up in person?

In an instant, all her emotions were concealed behind a smile.

Fu Chaoying’s eyes flickered as she quickly walked to the car.

Assistant Liu opened the door for her, and Fu Chaoying instinctively glanced inside—only to find the aviation seat empty.

Ye Jiayuan wasn’t in the car.