On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 17: The Contract Girlfriend

“Right?”

Ye Jiayuan paused briefly, her gaze lingering on Fu Chaoying’s face before she gave a soft hum of agreement.

Pleased with the answer, Fu Chaoying leaned back slightly to create distance, but Qu Jingyuan’s voice floated over once more: “Where are you going?”

Fu Chaoying’s mind raced, ready to blurt out the name of a restaurant they’d visited before, when Ye Jiayuan’s cool voice cut in first—naming a place she’d never heard of.

Qu Jingyuan’s smile froze instantly on her face. With slight awkwardness, she tossed out a line, “Okay, then you two go ahead and eat.”

Before the words had fully left her mouth, the driver promptly closed the car door, and the vehicle drove out of the underground garage.

Silence settled inside the car, with only the shifting lights from the streetlamps outside streaming through the windows.

“Why did she react so strongly?” Fu Chaoying asked curiously.

Ye Jiayuan arched a brow slightly, her tone as calm as still water. “That’s her ex-girlfriend’s restaurant.”

Fu Chaoying burst into laughter. “You’re really mean, sis.”

The corners of Ye Jiayuan’s lips lifted slightly, but she said nothing, merely giving the driver a new address.

When the car came to a stop, what greeted them was a discreet restaurant surrounded by lush greenery, like a hidden paradise.

Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her heart—this was her first time having dinner alone with Ye Jiayuan.

After they were seated, Ye Jiayuan invited her to order first before adding two signature dishes herself.

“These are exactly the dishes I love,” Fu Chaoying said, her eyes lighting up with a cheerful lilt in her voice.

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod. “Perfect timing, then.”

As the server poured them lemon tea, Fu Chaoying suddenly remembered. “Sis, your favorite tea is Zhuyeqing, right?”

Ye Jiayuan looked mildly surprised before nodding lightly.

“Grandma Bai asked me to bring you a can. Assistant Liu should have already put it away for you.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a quiet hum and deftly changed the subject. “I have a forum to attend tomorrow. If you need anything, you can contact Liu Xin directly.”

Fu Chaoying obediently agreed, then added, “But I have plans tomorrow too. Grandma Bai invited me over to her place.”

Ye Jiayuan remained expressionless, seemingly uninterested in the topic.

Fu Chaoying pondered silently before tentatively asking, “Are you close with Grandma Bai, sis?”

Ye Jiayuan sidestepped the question. “We met through your grandmother.”

Fu Chaoying pursed her lips, took a sip of lemon tea, and then casually asked, “Did you put in a good word for me with Grandma Bai, then?”

The progress of their collaboration had been suspiciously smooth.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze settled on her, her voice cool. “My words likely wouldn’t have been the deciding factor.”

If Fu Chaoying hadn’t specifically asked her aunt about it in the afternoon, she might have believed that.

Doing good deeds without taking credit—Ye Jiayuan was the first person she’d met who did that.

Suppressing a smile, Fu Chaoying raised her glass and lightly clinked it against Ye Jiayuan’s. “Either way, thank you, sis!”

Ye Jiayuan replied indifferently, “No need for thanks.”

As she spoke, a faint trace of amusement flickered imperceptibly in her eyes.

–

The next day, Fu Chaoying stayed at Bai Youqing’s home until evening, meeting several other painters who also resided in old Singapore.

She enjoyed their conversation so much that she still felt a bit dazed when she returned to her empty home.

Ye Jiayuan had a banquet to attend that night, so of course, she wasn’t home.

Fu Chaoying was stargazing on the balcony when she suddenly received a call.

It was from Assistant Liu: “Miss Chaoying, are you free right now?”

Fu Chaoying answered gently, “Yes, what is it?”

The voice on the other end sounded slightly anxious. “My girlfriend isn’t feeling well, so I need to take her to the hospital. Could you pick up President Ye for me?”

“Of course, send me the address,” Fu Chaoying agreed without hesitation. After hanging up, she quickly contacted the driver.

When she arrived at the designated location, Fu Chaoying spotted Ye Jiayuan standing at the hotel entrance from afar, surrounded by a group of middle-aged elite women.

By the light at the entrance, Fu Chaoying noticed her steps were slightly unsteady.

Without hesitation, Fu Chaoying got out of the car, but as she approached, she overheard the women teasing:

“President Ye is so young and accomplished—have you considered my daughter?”

“Oh, my niece is absolutely stunning too. Would President Ye like to meet her?”

Wasn’t this supposed to be a business forum? How had it turned into a matchmaking session?

Fu Chaoying instinctively quickened her pace, only to hear another middle-aged woman’s voice—

“Or, President Ye, what kind of person do you like? We’ll definitely help you find the perfect match.”

The moment the words fell, Fu Chaoying’s brow furrowed slightly, and she strode faster through the crowd.

Just as she pushed her way into the group of women, a familiar voice called from behind—

“A-Ying.”

Fu Chaoying didn’t turn around, continuing forward until she was close to Ye Jiayuan.

The matchmaking aunties didn’t notice this unexpected guest at first—until she directly grasped the wrist of Xingye International’s CEO, Ye Jiayuan—

“And this is…?”

The chattering women froze, then watched as Fu Chaoying naturally steadied Ye Jiayuan’s arm, smiling calmly. “I’m here to pick up President Ye.”

Ye Jiayuan paused briefly before giving a slight nod, stepping away in cooperation.

Fu Chaoying guided her a few steps before hearing another call from behind—

“A-Ying.”

It was Ye Yi’an.

Fu Chaoying pretended not to hear, but the sound of approaching footsteps followed, along with the hushed whispers of the middle-aged women—

“Is President Ye already taken?”

Someone who recognized Fu Chaoying shook their head. “Probably not. She’s her sister’s… ex.”

“Then why is she only helping Ye Jiayuan and not Ye Yi’an?”

“Strange indeed…”

Fu Chaoying remained indifferent, helping Ye Jiayuan into the car before turning to ask, “How will Assistant Ye return?”

Ye Yi’an walked straight to the passenger seat and pointed. “There’s an empty spot here.”

She said it as if it were the most natural thing.

The driver clearly knew Ye Yi’an and promptly opened the door for her.

Fu Chaoying fell silent, unable to refuse—after all, this was Ye Jiayuan’s car. She had no right to kick anyone out, let alone her sister…

As the door closed, the car plunged into darkness.

Ye Jiayuan leaned back against the seat, eyes closed.

Surprisingly, Ye Yi’an didn’t make a scene, only occasionally casting probing glances.

Fu Chaoying ignored her, closing her eyes as well.

The air inside the car was thick with the mingling scents of alcohol and perfume, along with an indescribable tension.

Ye Jiayuan had so many admirers—even at a business forum, people were lining up to introduce potential partners… The thought made Fu Chaoying suddenly open her eyes and glance at Ye Yi’an, an idea forming in her mind.

–

Upon arriving at the hotel, Fu Chaoying helped Ye Jiayuan out of the car, only to hear Ye Yi’an call her name again.

“Can you take me off your blocklist? I’ll just send one message—I won’t bother you again.” Ye Yi’an’s voice trembled slightly, sounding pitiful.

Ye Jiayuan slowly turned her head to glance at her sister, her gaze icy, before shifting her attention back to Fu Chaoying.

Fu Chaoying chose to ignore her, guiding Ye Jiayuan straight to the elevator.

Inside the elevator, Ye Jiayuan suddenly swayed, nearly losing her balance.

Fu Chaoying quickly steadied her by the waist, her palm meeting soft warmth.

In an instant, the faint scent of magnolia mixed with alcohol wafted into her nose, inexplicably intoxicating.

Fu Chaoying’s throat moved slightly as she took a deep breath and whispered, “We’re almost there. Don’t fall asleep yet, sister.”

Her voice carried a barely noticeable huskiness.

Feeling the woman in her arms nod slowly, Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but turn her head to look—only to see the dark strands of her hair, the pale pink earlobe hidden within, and the glinting earring.

Her heart pounded faster, as if threatening to leap out of her chest.

The elevator finally reached the penthouse, where the butler was already waiting. “Miss Chaoying, the hangover soup is ready.”

Fu Chaoying thanked him and carried Ye Jiayuan inside. The light illuminated the room, allowing her to study the woman who was usually so composed and restrained.

Now, though slightly drunk, Ye Jiayuan remained calm, save for a rare trace of vulnerability in her expression.

Fu Chaoying’s heart clenched inexplicably.

She guided her gently into the bedroom, and only when she saw the bed did Fu Chaoying realize something.

The night of her breakup, when she had been drunk, it was also Ye Jiayuan who had held her this close.

But this time, she was the sober one—and it was Ye Jiayuan who had initiated the embrace.

Fu Chaoying laid her down carefully, then hesitated briefly at the sight of her clothes.

Suddenly, she heard Ye Jiayuan’s slightly tipsy yet still composed voice: “I just need to lie down for a while.”

Fu Chaoying turned to find her gaze still clear despite the alcohol.

“I’m not that drunk,” Ye Jiayuan murmured, a faint smile curving her lips, her voice softer than the decisive CEO she usually was.

Fu Chaoying gave a small nod and moved toward the sofa by the window. “Then I’ll wait here. Call if you need anything.”

The sofa, like the one in the study, had no backrest.

Fu Chaoying gazed out at the night through the floor-to-ceiling window, the city bustling below, yet behind her, there was no sound at all.

As if guided by instinct, she turned back—only to meet Ye Jiayuan’s eyes unexpectedly. The next moment, they fluttered shut again.

A faint sheen of sweat glistened at her neck, her hair curling delicately over her collarbone.

Fu Chaoying averted her gaze discreetly, only for her phone to buzz in her dress pocket.

It was a lengthy message Ye Yi’an had sent her—since WeChat and texts weren’t getting through, she had created a new email account just to reach her.

Fu Chaoying had no interest in reading her regrets or explanations and immediately clicked delete. But as she looked up, the doorbell rang.

Her first thought was Ye Yi’an, and she instinctively glanced at Ye Jiayuan, only to see the latter slowly open her eyes. “Go see who it is.”

When Fu Chaoying checked the monitor and saw it was the housekeeper, she relaxed.

“Miss Chaoying, these flowers were sent to the front desk by Miss Yi’an—she said they’re for you.”

Fu Chaoying gave a slight nod. “Please take care of them for me. Thank you.”

After closing the door, she turned around to find Ye Jiayuan leaning against the doorway, silently watching her.

The emotions in her eyes were too complex for Fu Chaoying to decipher in that moment.

“Does she often disturb you like this?” Ye Jiayuan asked, her voice low.

Fu Chaoying shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “It’s fine, not too frequent.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod but swayed slightly as she tried to step forward.

Fu Chaoying hurried over to steady her. “You should sit on the couch for a bit.”

The warm yellow light cast a dreamlike glow over Ye Jiayuan’s slightly flushed face, softening her sharp features.

Fu Chaoying poured two glasses of warm water and sat beside her, speaking earnestly. “First, she sent a bunch of letters to my house. I asked Aunt Wu to dispose of them for me.”

“Then she switched to texts and WeChat, so I just blocked her.”

“And now she’s moved on to emails and flowers… Talk about persistence.”

Ye Jiayuan took a sip of water, her voice steady. “I’ll talk to her.”

Fu Chaoying smiled wryly. “But she’s always done things her own way. Talking to her might only be a temporary fix.”

Her gaze lingered on Ye Jiayuan as if admiring a breathtaking landscape painting.

Ye Jiayuan leaned back against the couch, signaling for her to continue.

Fu Chaoying shifted the topic. “With all the admirers you have, sister, it’s impossible to avoid them all.”

Ye Jiayuan narrowed her eyes slightly, intrigued. “Then what do you think would truly solve this problem?”

Fu Chaoying leaned in slightly, her warm breath brushing against Ye Jiayuan’s cheek. “Maybe… we could work together?”

A mischievous glint flickered in her eyes.

“Work together?” Ye Jiayuan repeated the phrase. “How?”

“Be my contract girlfriend.”

Fu Chaoying boldly made the suggestion, her gaze inadvertently drifting to Ye Jiayuan’s lips, her heart pounding wildly.