On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 23.1: Sharing a Bed

The firm yet gentle pressure at her waist sent jolts through Fu Chaoying as she turned fully into the embrace.

The moment their bodies pressed together, both trembled, unnamed ripples stirring within. Then, as if electrified, Ye Jiayuan’s arms around her stiffened slightly.

Fu Chaoying’s eyes shimmered as she tilted her head to look at her, only to notice a faint blush blooming at the base of her ears, barely visible under the light.

Fu Chaoying’s throat moved slightly, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating.

At this moment, Ye Jiayuan was completely different from her usual composed and aloof self.

Fu Chaoying quietly lifted her gaze, unmoving, wanting to take in every detail of her expression.

But within seconds, Ye Jiayuan regained her composure, her eyes calm once more, as she casually lowered her head and asked, “Do you have any plans for the afternoon?”

Ye Jiayuan’s voice betrayed no hint of abnormality, steady as always, as if the slight fluster from earlier had never existed.

Fu Chaoying chuckled softly and shook her head, gently releasing her.

The intoxicating scent of magnolia that had filled her nostrils suddenly dissipated, leaving only a trace of lingering tension in the air.

Fu Chaoying’s voice lifted slightly at the end, “Do you have work to take care of this afternoon?”

Ye Jiayuan nodded lightly, answering frankly, “There was a small meeting scheduled, but it can be postponed.”

Fu Chaoying smiled faintly and suggested, “Then how about the studio? I’ll paint, and you can work?”

Ye Jiayuan had no objections and turned to go downstairs to fetch her laptop.

Upon entering the studio, Ye Jiayuan glanced around before finally settling onto the sofa by the window.

The moment she sat down, her entire body sank into the plush cushions, and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly before she switched to a nearby rattan chair.

Fu Chaoying caught the subtle reaction, a flicker of amusement passing through her eyes as she nestled into the sofa and deliberately asked, “You don’t like soft sofas?”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, her tone indifferent. “Not good for the back.”

Fu Chaoying subtly shifted her gaze to Ye Jiayuan’s waist—sleek and toned, wrapped in dark dress pants, slender yet exuding strength.

A soft cough sounded beside her ear.

Fu Chaoying abruptly looked up, unexpectedly meeting Ye Jiayuan’s deep gaze. Her heart tightened for a moment before her throat moved again.

Watching as Ye Jiayuan sank entirely into the sofa, reclining slightly, her fair neck seeming to glow under the light, Fu Chaoying’s lips parted slightly before she suddenly asked, “Jiayuan-jie, is your back not good?”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze swept over Fu Chaoying’s slender waist, where her top had ridden up slightly, revealing a sliver of pale, smooth skin that seemed to glisten temptingly.

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes darkened slightly, her voice dropping lower as she countered, “What about yours?”

Fu Chaoying noticed her gaze and only then realized—this conversation… seemed to be taking an odd turn.

Just as she lowered her eyes to tug down the hem of her top—which had somehow been pushed up—a knock sounded at the door.

“Xiao Ying, afternoon tea is ready.”

A familiar tension, like that of an affair about to be discovered, surged through her.

Fu Chaoying’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively stood up, ready to leave, only for Ye Jiayuan to grab her wrist.

The warmth of the touch sent a shiver through her, and when Fu Chaoying turned back to look at her, she heard Ye Jiayuan murmur softly, “Don’t panic.”

Then, Ye Jiayuan released her hand.

The moment she let go, another voice came from outside the door. “Xiao Ying, Miss Jiayuan, are you in there?”

Aunt Wu’s voice carried a note of confusion, making Fu Chaoying even more flustered.

Fu Chaoying hurried out in quick strides, escaping the charged atmosphere, before calling out, “Yes, come in.”

Ye Jiayuan watched her slightly flustered retreat, the corners of her lips curling secretly.

By the time Aunt Wu pushed the door open, Fu Chaoying was already standing in front of the easel, feigning absorption in her painting as she said casually, “Jiayuan-jie was just on a call earlier.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a soft hum in response.

Aunt Wu didn’t ask further. Setting down the tea and snacks, she smiled at Ye Jiayuan and said, “Miss Jiayuan, I’ve changed the floral tea blend this time. Let me know if you like it.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, thanked her, and picked up a cup, taking a delicate sip.

Fu Chaoying naturally stepped closer, watching expectantly as Ye Jiayuan tasted the tea.

Aunt Wu chuckled warmly, a hint of pride in her voice. “This is Xiao Ying’s own floral tea blend.”

Ye Jiayuan took another sip, her gaze lingering deeply on Fu Chaoying. “It’s quite good.”

“I’ll leave you to it.” Aunt Wu beamed as she left, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

The studio fell quiet once more. Fu Chaoying returned to her easel, but when she glanced back to say something to Ye Jiayuan, she found her already opening her laptop and getting to work.

Who in their right mind would dive straight into their respective careers on the very first day of a relationship?

But then again, for a workaholic like Ye Jiayuan, it seemed perfectly normal.

Fu Chaoying shook her head helplessly.

Absorbed in her painting, inspiration flowing freely, Fu Chaoying was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a ringing phone.

Ye Jiayuan’s call had indeed arrived.

“I need to take this.” Ye Jiayuan stood and walked toward the door.

Fu Chaoying watched her retreating figure until it vanished from sight, then refocused on the canvas before her.

It felt like an eternity before Ye Jiayuan returned, settling back into the wicker chair.

“I have a meeting at 3:30. It should last about 45 minutes.”

Fu Chaoying nodded. “Alright, go ahead.”

Time slipped by unnoticed until the dimming light outside drew Fu Chaoying’s attention. She looked up, suddenly realizing the sky outside was ablaze with the fiery hues of sunset.

Turning her gaze back, she found the wicker chair empty—Ye Jiayuan was gone, her laptop nowhere to be seen.

A pang of loss flickered through Fu Chaoying, but then footsteps sounded at the door.

She turned to see Ye Jiayuan walking steadily toward her, backlit by the fading light, her features softened in the shadows.

“Looking for me?” Ye Jiayuan’s voice carried a faint trace of amusement.

Fu Chaoying blinked. “I wanted to talk to you, but when I turned around, you were gone.”

Ye Jiayuan closed the distance between them, stopping just a step away, her eyes fixed intently on Fu Chaoying’s. “What did you want to say?”

Her gaze was gentle yet earnest, as if Fu Chaoying were the only person in the world. Smiling, Fu Chaoying gestured toward the vibrant sunset outside and murmured, “The painting I gave you—it was inspired by moments like this.”

Ye Jiayuan followed her gaze.

After a long pause, she simply remarked, “It’s beautiful.”

Her tone was flat, devoid of any emotion.

Fu Chaoying chuckled and shook her head.

For someone as rational as Ye Jiayuan, it was probably difficult to grasp the abstract connection between the ocean, flowers, and sunrise in that oil painting and the sunset before them now.

Those bound by excessive rationality seldom understood such leaps of whimsical inspiration.

Fu Chaoying stopped talking to her and focused on her painting, only to notice that Ye Jiayuan hadn’t moved from her spot.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ye Jiayuan watching her paint, and for some reason, Fu Chaoying felt a flicker of nervousness—her grip on the brush even seemed a little unsteady.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Ye Jiayuan finally walked away.

By the time Aunt Wu came to call them for dinner, Fu Chaoying still hadn’t finished her painting.

Naturally, Aunt Wu had prepared a meal for Ye Jiayuan as well.

Fu Chaoying glanced at her and asked, just to make conversation, “Where are Assistant Liu and the driver?”

Ye Jiayuan lifted her gaze and replied softly, “They went to eat.”

Since neither the assistant nor Liu Xin had left, it seemed Ye Jiayuan would likely return to Hong Kong today.

Long-distance relationships were an unavoidable reality.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together.

The meal passed in silence.

She didn’t ask when Ye Jiayuan was leaving—it felt too much like rushing a guest.

Even after dinner, the question lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to voice it.

Ye Jiayuan, however, seemed to read her thoughts. A faint trace of amusement flickered in her eyes as she took the initiative to ask, “Shall we go back and finish your painting?”

Fu Chaoying nodded lightly. “It’s almost done.”

The two returned to the studio together.

Ye Jiayuan settled back into the wicker chair.

Before long, the ringing of a phone once again shattered the studio’s quiet.

This time, Ye Jiayuan didn’t step out. She answered directly, “Alright, five minutes.”

Five minutes—just enough time for Ye Jiayuan to pack up her laptop, say goodbye, and leave.

Hearing her brief response, Fu Chaoying felt an inexplicable pang of melancholy.

Ye Jiayuan hung up quickly and then walked over to her, her voice low. “Xiao Ying.”

Fu Chaoying turned to look at her, forcing a small smile. “Do you want me to take you to the airport?”

Ye Jiayuan shook her head, her gaze steady. “I have an impromptu meeting. Can I borrow your study?”

Wait—did that mean she was planning to hold the meeting here?

“Of course.” Fu Chaoying’s eyes brightened slightly before she stood and led the way.

Side by side, they walked down the long hallway. Fu Chaoying asked quietly, “So… when are you going back to Hong Kong?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Oh.” For some reason, Fu Chaoying’s mood lifted.

By nine in the evening, Fu Chaoying finally completed her new painting.

She set down her brush, stretched, and turned around—only to find Ye Jiayuan wasn’t there.

A sudden wave of disappointment washed over her. She stepped out of the studio and headed toward the study to look for her.

When she reached the door, she knocked lightly. A cool voice responded from inside, “Come in.”

Fu Chaoying pushed the door open, only to hear Ye Jiayuan speaking in a firm tone—the meeting wasn’t over yet.

Not wanting to disturb her, Fu Chaoying was about to apologize and leave when she suddenly heard Ye Jiayuan say, “Let’s end here for today. Discuss it further among yourselves.”

The meeting concluded abruptly.