On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 20: I Want You to Be My Girlfriend

“Xiao Ying, why didn’t you come to me when you ran into trouble?”

The assistant and driver had discreetly exited the car the moment Ye Jiayuan took the phone, leaving the vehicle empty. Only the faint sound of breathing lingered in Ye Jiayuan’s ear.

A few seconds later, Fu Chaoying’s soft voice came through. “Jiayuan-jie, you’re here too.”

“It’s really just a small issue. I wanted to try handling it myself. At worst, I’ll treat it as paying for a lesson.”

Her tone was casual, as if discussing something trivial. But the vulnerability hidden beneath her detached words pricked at Ye Jiayuan’s heart like a needle.

Ye Jiayuan exhaled almost imperceptibly before speaking firmly. “Xingye is one of Yunji’s investors. It’s just a matter of a word.”

Another brief silence followed, as if Fu Chaoying was deep in thought. Ye Jiayuan waited patiently until she finally heard a quiet response. “Thank you for your kindness, Jiayuan-jie. But I’m afraid I might… grow too dependent on you.”

Her voice carried a hint of melancholy, like a feather brushing against Ye Jiayuan’s heart, stirring an indescribable ache.

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes softened, her tone gentle. “Sometimes, a little dependence isn’t a bad thing.”

Then she added, “Besides… helping you is part of my duty.”

Hearing that cool yet tender voice, Fu Chaoying gazed at the pavilion outside her window, shaded by lush greenery. She remembered the day Ye Jiayuan personally delivered the contract to her—that perfectly measured kindness still lingered in her heart.

They had sat there for a long time. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting scattered specks of light on Ye Jiayuan, beautiful as an ethereal dream.

Fu Chaoying suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh, her voice tinged with an imperceptible bitterness. “Jiayuan-jie, you’re so good to me… is it because of our families’ friendship?”

As the words fell, time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Ye Jiayuan’s fingers tightened slightly around her phone, but just as she was about to speak, Fu Chaoying cut her off.

She heard Fu Chaoying say sweetly, “Then I won’t trouble Jiayuan-jie this time. Could you pass the phone to Assistant Liu?”

Her tone was light, as if the earlier probing had just been a joke.

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes darkened slightly as she softly called Liu Xin’s name and handed the phone back to her.

Then she stepped out of the car, standing under the sunlight to catch her breath.

Staring at the blooming tulips by the roadside, their vibrant petals shimmering under the sun, she suddenly remembered the flower field she had seen in the Fu family’s garden.

Her younger sister had once proudly sent her a photo, boasting, “These are flowers A-Ying and I planted together! Aren’t you jealous, Sis?”

Ye Jiayuan sank into memories of the past—of the girl who had jumped for joy upon receiving the coming-of-age gift she had given her. Those clear eyes had sparkled like stars.

But later, that girl had fallen in love with someone else, moved in with them, and even planted tulips together—flowers symbolizing “perfect yet burdensome love.”

And the way Ye Jiayuan participated in her life was merely as the closest bystander.

“President Ye.”

Liu Xin’s voice pulled her out of her reverie.

Ye Jiayuan turned, only to hear her report proactively, “I’ve referred Chaoying to a lawyer. It shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Thank you,” Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly before adding in a low voice, “Move the meeting scheduled for the day after tomorrow to tomorrow. Those who can’t attend can join online.”

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Fu Chaoying held an online meeting with the lawyer Liu Xin had recommended. The lawyer suggested mediation first—handling everything on her behalf.

With her busy period coming to an end, Fu Chaoying delegated the upcoming art exhibition to her subordinates.

After work, she spent two consecutive days drinking with friends. Shen Guannan, busy with work, could only accompany her for one day. On the second day, her cousin Fu Chaohua joined her.

Fu Chaohua had never seen her cousin drink like this before and found it astonishing. “Isn’t the issue almost resolved? Why are you drowning your sorrows every day?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head, then smiled. “I’ve just been too exhausted lately. I only wanted to unwind.”

Fu Chaohua remained skeptical until, when Fu Chaoying was drunk and bleary-eyed, she heard her lament—

“She rejected me…”

“Tell me, Sis, why did she reject me?”

“What’s wrong with me?”

Fu Chaoying repeated these words over and over, her voice thick with grievance and resentment.

Fu Chaohua was stunned. “Who rejected you?”

“Ye Jiayuan!”

Fu Chaohua’s brow twitched. “Ye Jiayuan? What did she reject you for?”

“She refused to be my girlfriend…”

Fu Chaohua’s jaw dropped. It took her a full two minutes to process this. “You mean you confessed to Ye Jiayuan, and she turned you down?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again.

For a moment, Fu Chaohua was shocked, but she also felt a quiet relief: it was better to be rejected outright than to break up later.

Otherwise, the generational friendship between the Fu and Ye families might have ended with them.

Fu Chaohua took Fu Chaoying home and stayed overnight in the room they had shared as children.

When Fu Chaoying woke the next morning, she found Fu Chaohua sitting by her bay window, reading documents.

“You’re awake. Do you want me to stay with you again today?”

Fu Chaoying stared at the documents in her hands and shook her head firmly. “No need, sis. You can go attend to your own matters.”

She suddenly regretted letting alcohol cloud her judgment last night and confiding in her cousin about that matter. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have disrupted her original plans.

Fu Chaohua knew she was worried about taking up her time and immediately waved the A4 papers in her hand. “I was just bored and flipped through them casually. I’ve been pretty free lately.”

Fu Chaoying blinked. “Aren’t you busy with graduation?”

“The review’s been submitted. The results won’t come back that quickly.” Fu Chaohua walked to her bedside and pulled her up. “Hurry and freshen up. We’re going shopping.”

It happened to be Saturday, so Fu Chaoying didn’t have work.

After spending the day with Fu Chaohua, Fu Chaoying was in high spirits. The next day, she cheerfully carried festive gifts to the Ye household.

Aunt Chu was overjoyed to see them and immediately pulled the two girls into the courtyard for tea.

Fu Chaoying gazed at the bamboo-leaf green tea in her hands. The vibrant emerald hue seemed even more translucent and enticing under the sunlight, and for a moment, she lost herself in thought.

She had never noticed before that the Ye family always kept bamboo-leaf green tea on hand—Ye Jiayuan’s favorite.

Now that she knew, holding it felt entirely different.

After chatting for half an hour, Chu Yiyun remembered the chicken soup in the kitchen and stood up. “You two catch up. I’ll be right back.”

Fu Chaohua went to the Ye family’s study to look for a book, while Fu Chaoying sat quietly in the courtyard, sipping her tea.

She loved this courtyard dearly—every plant and tree here was familiar.

As a child, she had buried a glass bottle here with a wish inside, only for another child to dig it up later and read her note aloud in front of everyone—

[I wish Mom could come back to me.]

Back then, she had been small, pitiful, and helpless.

Later, the Ye sisters had stepped in to protect her. She still remembered how Ye Jiayuan had shielded her and coldly scolded that child.

And Ye Yi’an… when had she changed?

Fu Chaoying smiled faintly to herself but suddenly heard movement outside the courtyard.

It sounded like a car had arrived.

She looked up and saw a black BMW. The person who stepped out wore a blue shirt paired with wide-legged dark trousers, her slender figure perfectly accentuated.

It was Ye Jiayuan.

The Dragon Boat Festival wasn’t exactly a major holiday—why had she suddenly returned?

Ye Jiayuan lifted her gaze and met Fu Chaoying’s eyes. Those deep pupils seemed to pierce straight into her heart. Before Fu Chaoying could look away, their eyes locked unexpectedly.

“Xiao Ying.”

Hearing her call her name, Fu Chaoying curved her lips into a perfectly measured smile. “Jiayuan-jie, you’re back today too.”

Listening to her polite yet distant greeting, Ye Jiayuan gave a soft hum. Her gaze lingered on Fu Chaoying’s face, as if searching for any cracks in her composure, but her smile seemed flawless.

Ye Jiayuan walked toward her but didn’t sit down beside her. Instead, she said gently, “Come to my study.”

Assuming she wanted to discuss Yunji’s affairs, Fu Chaoying stood and followed her upstairs.

Ye Jiayuan had had her own study since her teens—it was her private domain. Fu Chaoying had rarely been inside because Ye Jiayuan disliked being disturbed while reading or studying.

The last time she’d entered was after her breakup with Ye Yi’an. Fu Chaoying’s lips curled into a silent smile, a faint trace of mockery flashing imperceptibly in her eyes.

Ye Jiayuan pushed the door open.

The trees outside the window were tall, casting the study in dim light. The air carried the faint fragrance of magnolia.

Fu Chaoying followed her inside, gently closing the door behind them.

Ye Jiayuan didn’t sit down but walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window before turning to look at her, signaling her to come closer.

It had been days since they last saw each other, and their final encounter had been so awkward that Fu Chaoying felt inexplicably nervous now.

Swallowing lightly, Fu Chaoying met her gaze and stepped forward. “What did you want to talk to me about, Jiayuan?”

Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of confusion.

Ye Jiayuan studied her eyes, her tone gentle. “Have you figured out what you truly want?”

The question abruptly summoned the memory of that night—

When Ye Jiayuan had declined her proposal to be contract girlfriends, her final words had been, “You need to think carefully about what you really want.”

Fu Chaoying blinked, but before she could respond, she heard her continue, “So, would you like to be my girlfriend? The kind where we cultivate feelings with marriage in mind.”