On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 18: The Blanket She Used

“Contract…”

Ye Jiayuan’s voice trailed upward, repeating the word with an amused yet inscrutable expression, her deep gaze seeming to pierce through Fu Chaoying.

“I’ve already seen too many meticulously drafted contracts in my work. I never expected to hear the term in my personal life.”

Her tone was calm, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible hint of melancholy.

The overhead light in the living room cast shadows across her delicate profile, enhancing her mesmerizing beauty.

Fu Chaoying’s heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her composure, blinking innocently. “Are you rejecting me, sister? Is it because the idea is too absurd?”

Ye Jiayuan neither confirmed nor denied it, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass before she took another slow sip of water. Then, in a measured tone, she said, “The Ye and Fu families have been close for generations. Our elders share deep bonds. For us… it doesn’t seem appropriate to mix such a relationship with interests.”

Ye Jiayuan’s tone was gentle, yet carried an undeniable aloofness.

Being politely declined by Ye Jiayuan, Fu Chaoying’s heart sank slightly.

But she had anticipated this and wasn’t overly disheartened. She merely lowered her lashes, concealing the complex emotions in her eyes, and said softly, “I understand. You’re right, sister. I was being presumptuous.”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze swept over her face. The usual mischievous glint in her eyes had completely vanished. Like a wounded little beast, she had retracted all her claws, appearing fragile and helpless.

Fu Chaoying spoke again, her voice so light it was almost imperceptible, laced with a hint of grievance, “I just… was afraid she’d come to harass me again.”

Her words were as soft as a feather, gently brushing against one’s heart.

Before she could finish, a pale, delicate hand lightly covered hers. The touch was soft and smooth, the perfect warmth seeming to seep straight into her heart.

Fu Chaoying’s fingers trembled slightly. She abruptly looked up, only to meet Ye Jiayuan’s inscrutable gaze.

“I’ll do my best to handle Yian’s matter. She won’t disturb you again.”

“You don’t need to make any decisions you might regret just to get rid of her.”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze was focused and earnest, as if pledging a solemn vow to her.

Fu Chaoying stared at her, as though trying to decipher the complex emotions in her eyes, but all she saw was a tranquil lake.

“You need to think carefully about what you truly want,” Ye Jiayuan murmured, her voice even lower, almost as if speaking to herself.

With that, she withdrew her hand, as if the warmth that had just rested on Fu Chaoying’s skin had been nothing but an illusion.

A strange emotion flickered through Fu Chaoying’s heart. She smiled faintly at her and said, “Thank you, sister. I understand.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod and stood up. “I’m a bit tired. I’ll go rest first.”

Just as she turned away, Fu Chaoying suddenly spoke, “I’ve pretty much wrapped up everything I needed to do here.”

Her voice was soft, but the resolve in it was unmistakable.

Ye Jiayuan paused mid-step and turned back, her eyes settling on Fu Chaoying’s face. “When are you planning to return home?”

Fu Chaoying met her gaze. “Tomorrow’s flight.”

She didn’t mention the specific flight details, wanting to test Ye Jiayuan’s reaction.

But Ye Jiayuan’s expression remained calm, showing no surprise or reluctance. She merely said indifferently, “Alright. Have a safe trip.”

Those words felt like a bucket of cold water, dousing all the hope in Fu Chaoying’s heart.

The test had ended completely.

An indescribable sense of loss surged in Fu Chaoying’s chest, but she quickly composed herself and stood up.

Yet, the moment she turned around, her eyes unexpectedly locked with Ye Jiayuan’s in midair.

Fu Chaoying’s heart raced again, her breath catching involuntarily. But all she heard was a soft “click” as Ye Jiayuan mercilessly shut the door behind her.

A scene from her dream flashed through Fu Chaoying’s mind—her reaching out to Ye Jiayuan, only to be met with a cold stare and no response.

Dream and reality intertwined.

The faint scent of magnolia still lingered in the air, but it seemed to mock her silently.

Fu Chaoying smiled wryly to herself and turned back to her bedroom.

The next morning, Fu Chaoying deliberately dawdled in bed until she heard the familiar sound of the door closing, confirming that Ye Jiayuan had left for work. Only then did she slowly get up to wash up.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, her eyes immediately landed on a note lying quietly on the coffee table.

Fu Chaoying’s heart tightened slightly before she quickly walked over to pick it up. The familiar, decisive handwriting read: [“Send me your flight details. I’ll see you off at the airport. —Ye Jiayuan”]

Why hadn’t she asked last night?

Pursing her lips, Fu Chaoying picked up a pen and wrote a few lines on the note before placing it back and leaving.

That morning, she wandered aimlessly through the streets of Singapore. At noon, she found a local restaurant for lunch.

Returning to the hotel to collect her luggage, she gently closed the door behind her and departed.

Just as Ye Jiayuan finished an important meeting, Liu Xin quietly reported, “Miss Chaoying asked me to inform you that she’s already boarded her flight home. She said thank you for your care during this time and would like to treat you to dinner when you return to China.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a soft acknowledgment, her expression calm as if this news didn’t surprise her.

Yet the moment she entered her office, she instinctively opened her private WeChat and clicked on Fu Chaoying’s chat.

Empty. No new messages.

A faint shadow crossed Ye Jiayuan’s eyes before she closed the app.

She proceeded with her work routine, left the office, and returned to her empty residence.

When the lights came on, her gaze immediately locked onto the coffee table—the note she’d written that morning still lay there.

Had Fu Chaoying not seen it?

Approaching to pick it up, she discovered two additional lines of delicate handwriting: [“No need to trouble yourself. Thank you for your care during this time, Jiayuan-jie~”]

Jiayuan-jie.

This polite yet distant form of address pricked her heart like a slender silver needle.

Turning, Ye Jiayuan entered the guest room. The bedding and furniture stood neat and pristine, bearing no trace of having been occupied.

As if Fu Chaoying had never been there at all.

Even the faint rose fragrance in the air had grown so weak it might dissipate with a breeze.

Only when Ye Jiayuan lay in bed, covering herself with the air-conditioned quilt Fu Chaoying had used, did that familiar rose scent flood her senses once more.

This lingering fragrance alone proved Fu Chaoying’s presence hadn’t been an ephemeral dream.

–

After returning to China, Fu Chaoying visited her grandmother’s old acquaintances, traveling between four cities in a week.

Her legal team and assistant struggled to keep up, jokingly calling her a workaholic demon.

Fu Chaoying merely smiled. “You probably haven’t met a true workaholic yet.”

Her assistant, a recent graduate, asked curiously, “What’s a true workaholic like?”

A cold yet exquisite face flashed through Fu Chaoying’s mind before she replied calmly, “Probably someone who holds meetings and reviews reports nonstop even while traveling.”

It suddenly occurred to her—she and Ye Jiayuan hadn’t been in contact for an entire week since her return.

Like an abrupt breakup after excessive intimacy, it left an inexplicable sense of regret and melancholy.

Yet she was the one who’d been rejected.

Fu Chaoying smiled self-deprecatingly, burying all her emotions deep within, then turned back to immerse herself in the tedious work.

A few more days passed, and work from Yunji also arrived.

Fu Chaoying was so busy she barely had time to catch her breath, falling asleep the moment her head hit the pillow every night.

During this time, her cousin Fu Chaohua found a moment to visit her studio. Seeing her eating takeout while reviewing documents, Fu Chaohua widened her eyes in surprise. “Why are you working so hard after coming back from Singapore?”

Fu Chaoying shrugged with a light laugh. “Not really. It’s just that things have finally settled into a rhythm these past few days.”

Fu Chaohua didn’t press further, switching to gossip instead. “So, has your strategy consultant given you any useful advice?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head with a faint smile. “I haven’t reached the point where I need to consult yet.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than she deftly changed the subject. “There’s a new hotpot place downstairs—heard it’s pretty good. Want to try it together?”

The two headed downstairs.

Suddenly, Fu Chaohua remembered something. “The Dragon Boat Festival is coming up in a few days. Since Mom isn’t in Nanyan, shall we go to the Ye family’s place as usual?”

Fu Chaoying fell silent for a moment, not answering immediately.

It had always been a tradition for the two families to celebrate festivals together.

Seeing her hesitation, Fu Chaohua added, “Ye Yi’an is filming out of town—she probably won’t be back.”

“Let’s just spend it together, the two of us. Aunt Wu is still at home anyway,” Fu Chaoying said, clinging to her arm playfully.

Fu Chaohua shook her head. “With both Ye sisters away, Aunt Chu would be all alone. That’d be too lonely.”

Hearing this, Fu Chaoying relented. “Then let’s wait for Aunt Chu to invite us.”

Chu Yiyun loved traveling—there was a chance she wouldn’t even be in Nanyan for the festival this year.

That was what Fu Chaoying thought, but that very evening, she actually received a call from Chu Yiyun.

The woman warmly invited the two sisters to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival at the Ye household, lamenting how both her daughters were away, leaving her all alone.

Aunt Chu had always been exceptionally kind to them, and Fu Chaoying could never resist her pitiful pleas. She agreed on the spot.

After all, neither of the Ye sisters would be back—it was just about keeping an elder company for the holiday.

Fu Chaoying sighed helplessly and opened her chat with Ye Jiayuan.

Their conversation had stopped several days ago, with no new messages since.

She turned off her phone and threw herself back into the endless work.

The demands from Yunji were complicated. Fu Chaoying had revised the drafts multiple times, but the designer kept saying the “feel” wasn’t right.

But “feel” was such an elusive thing.

Besides, Fu Chaoying had followed the given theme and requirements to the letter.

When they signed the contract, the other party had assured her, “We’ll defer to your design—whatever you create is what we’ll go with.”

Naturally, such promises weren’t written into the contract.

And anything not in the contract was just empty words.

Resigned, Fu Chaoying buried herself in work, revising another version overnight and sending it to the designer.

By the time she looked up again, dawn had already broken.

The sunrise was breathtakingly beautiful. Fu Chaoying snapped a photo and posted it on her social feed.

At this early hour, there were naturally no likes yet.

She put her phone away and drove home.

After showering, she checked her messages as usual and absentmindedly opened her social feed—only to spot a familiar ocean avatar among the rows of profile pictures.

It was Ye Jiayuan.

Ye Jiayuan had liked her post?

Scrolling further down, Fu Chaoying’s mind instantly cleared—she saw Ye Jiayuan’s comment under her social media post.

[“Working this late? Take care of yourself.”]