On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 24.1: Favoritism

“The weather is nice today—no lightning, no thunderstorms.” Ye Jiayuan lowered her gaze slightly, her eyes settling on Fu Chaoying’s hand, which still lightly held her sleeve. Her tone was calm, as if she were merely stating the weather forecast.

A wave of indescribable disappointment washed over Fu Chaoying. Had she been too hasty, asking to sleep together so soon after confirming their relationship?

“Is that so.” The premonition of Ye Jiayuan’s gentle refusal struck her abruptly. Fu Chaoying forced a lighthearted blink, trying to salvage the moment. “I was just… joking.”

Before the words fully left her lips, Fu Chaoying’s fingers abruptly released the sleeve and quickly withdrew. She took a step back, attempting to create distance between them, only for her wrist to suddenly be seized—a warm, firm pull drawing her back in.

“This time, it’s not because the weather is bad.”

A barely detectable hint of teasing laced Ye Jiayuan’s voice, making it hard to decipher.

Fu Chaoying’s eyes snapped up, unexpectedly meeting the depth of Ye Jiayuan’s gaze, before hearing a softly amused murmur: “Come downstairs with me to get the suitcase.”

The warmth encircling her wrist seemed to carry an electric current, sending tingles straight to her heart. Fu Chaoying held her breath unconsciously, allowing herself to be led step by step behind Ye Jiayuan as they exited the room.

When they reached the stairs, Ye Jiayuan naturally released her wrist—as if their earlier intimacy had been nothing more than an illusion, perfectly playing the part of a secret romance, tinged with forbidden thrill.

Downstairs in the living room, Liu Xin and the driver had been waiting for some time. Finally seeing the CEO and Fu Chaoying descend one after the other, they both wore appropriately polite smiles.

Before either could speak, Ye Jiayuan’s calm voice cut in: “Help me with the suitcase, please.”

Fu Chaoying stood behind Ye Jiayuan, her expression calm.

Their expressions were identical—both carried just the right amount of detachment.

As if Ye Jiayuan staying overnight at the Fu residence was the most ordinary thing in the world.

Liu Xin was both shocked and puzzled—Ye Jiayuan had a long-term suite at the South Ink Club, not to mention multiple properties in the southern district and the CBD.

Why would she suddenly choose to stay at the Fu family home? Could it be…

Liu Xin didn’t dare dwell on it further. She shook her head lightly, suppressing the almost impossible thought.

Quickening her steps, she helped Ye Jiayuan carry her luggage into the second-floor guest room before tactfully excusing herself.

The second floor fell quiet once more.

Fu Chaoying stood at the guest room door, staring at Ye Jiayuan’s suitcase, an inexplicable emotion welling up inside her. She forced a lighthearted smile and said, “Well… Jiayuan-jie, rest well.”

Ye Jiayuan watched her slightly dejected retreating figure, her gaze flickering. Suddenly, she blurted out, seemingly out of nowhere, “Should we set up some kind of code phrase?”

The question was nonsensical, but Fu Chaoying instantly grasped her meaning. She turned back, a smile lifting the corners of her eyes as she tilted her head. “The moon is beautiful tonight?”

Ye Jiayuan clearly hadn’t heard of this reference. She only frowned slightly, her expression faintly bewildered. “What?”

Seeing her earnest confusion, Fu Chaoying burst into laughter, waving her hand dismissively. “Never mind. You come up with one, then.”

Ye Jiayuan fell silent, as if seriously considering it.

After a long pause, she lifted her head and slowly uttered a few words: “Odd changes, even remains.”

Her tone was both solemn and utterly calm.

Fu Chaoying responded almost reflexively: “Sign depends on quadrant.”

This code… was very much a nerd’s choice.

Fu Chaoying found it both amusing and oddly endearing. The corners of her lips curled up as she turned and headed back to her own room to shower.

Later, lying on her bed scrolling through her phone, she saw a WeChat message from her aunt: 【Come with me to the Provincial Artists Association event tomorrow.】

She had no idea when her aunt had returned. Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and replied simply: 【Okay.】

Just after sending the message, a soft knock sounded at her bedroom door—two light taps before stopping abruptly, replaced by a cool voice: “Odd changes, even remains.”

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved into a smile again. Clearing her throat, she called out, “Sign depends on quadrant!”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than the doorknob turned gently, and Ye Jiayuan’s tall figure appeared in the doorway.

She wore a set of silk pajamas—long sleeves and pants—almost no different from what she’d worn in Singapore.

Fu Chaoying’s gaze swept over her quickly before settling on her eyes, where emotions she could never quite decipher always lingered.

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes also rested on her, her gaze subtly tracing the low neckline of Fu Chaoying’s nightgown, lingering briefly on the expanse of fair skin revealed there. Then, softly, she asked, “Are you going to sleep now?”

Fu Chaoying blinked and deliberately countered, “Is there something Jiayuan-jie hasn’t done yet?”

Ye Jiayuan shook her head, then reached over to turn off the bright overhead light in the room.

The bedroom plunged into darkness, leaving only the faint glow from Fu Chaoying’s phone screen, barely illuminating the pale skin at the neckline of her nightgown—tantalizingly visible in the dim light.

Ye Jiayuan’s throat moved slightly. She averted her gaze uncomfortably, walking slowly to the bed and sitting down at a careful distance from Fu Chaoying before lifting her legs onto the mattress.

Fu Chaoying heard the movement and crawled to her side, chuckling softly, “Jiayuan… seems like you forgot to lock the door.”

Her deliberately lowered voice was unusually clear in the silent night, carrying a hint of forbidden allure that couldn’t help but stir the imagination.

Ye Jiayuan’s breath hitched slightly before she replied softly, “I’ll go do it now.”

She made to get up but was subtly stopped by a soft hand wrapping around her wrist.

“I was just teasing,” Fu Chaoying’s voice took on a playful, coaxing tone as she gently shook Jiayuan’s wrist, her tone light, “Aunt Wu wouldn’t just barge in.”

The atmosphere eased somewhat.

Fu Chaoying released her wrist and obediently settled back down. Hearing Jiayuan lie down beside her, she couldn’t resist reaching out—only to find there was still enough space between them for two more people.

A thought flickered in Fu Chaoying’s mind, and she quietly rolled closer, trying to close the distance.

Her arm accidentally brushed against Jiayuan’s, and in that instant, an odd sensation surged through her, making her hold her breath without realizing it.

The bedroom was already quiet, but now every tiny sound and the warmth of touch became amplified.

Sensing Jiayuan tense slightly as well, Fu Chaoying’s lips curled unconsciously. Slowly, she let her fingers drift downward until they found Jiayuan’s palm.

She traced light circles with her fingertips, savoring the warmth and dryness of Jiayuan’s skin.

Then she moved lower, brushing her thumb lightly over Jiayuan’s fingers, as if testing something.

Each of Jiayuan’s five fingers was touched in turn, leaving her unsure which one Fu Chaoying wanted—her breath hitched, her body growing increasingly rigid.

But within seconds, her pinky was gently hooked by a soft finger.

“Jiayuan,” Fu Chaoying’s voice carried a mix of playful whining and faint grievance, “don’t you owe me something…?”

Jiayuan’s throat moved slightly as she let her pinky be tugged and nuzzled. “What?”

Her tone remained calm.

Fu Chaoying stroked her pinky before slipping her fingers between Jiayuan’s. “You refused to hug me back in Singapore.”

Their fingers interlaced. Jiayuan took a slow breath before murmuring a soft, “Mm.”

Fu Chaoying chuckled. “So shouldn’t you make up for it now?”

She turned her head in the darkness to look at Jiayuan, but there was still no movement from her.

Her thumb moved slightly, grazing the base of Jiayuan’s thumb in a silent prompt. Yet the woman beside her remained still, as composed and distant as ever.

As if the earlier charged atmosphere had been nothing but Fu Chaoying’s own illusion.

But it was nighttime, and they were in bed—how could she still be so restrained?

Just as Fu Chaoying was about to lose patience, the fingers entwined with hers suddenly tightened, pulling her forward with a gentle but firm warmth.

The scent of magnolia filled Fu Chaoying’s senses, but the moment she was embraced, every other sensation magnified—every nerve ending alight with hypersensitivity.

Pressed together through two thin layers of sleepwear, softness against softness, the warmth of Jiayuan’s palm firm against her waist, Fu Chaoying shivered uncontrollably. An indescribable, unfamiliar sensation rose from deep within her.

“Sleep now,” Ye Jiayuan whispered, her voice still calm yet carrying a barely perceptible hint of resignation.

Fu Chaoying buried her face in the crook of Ye Jiayuan’s neck, trying to close her eyes. But the rapid heartbeat in her chest and the slight warmth spreading through her body made it impossible to drift off.

Ye Jiayuan’s embrace was more stimulating than the strongest espresso she’d ever had.

Wrapped in warmth, a thin layer of sweat formed on her skin. Fu Chaoying mumbled, “I can’t sleep.”

Ye Jiayuan loosened her hold slightly, putting some distance between them. “Sorry, was I holding you too tight?”

She was always so rational and polite.

Fu Chaoying lifted her gaze slightly but couldn’t see her expression. Softly, she replied, “It’s fine.”

Though they maintained just the right amount of space between them, the air was thick with something unspoken.

Listening to each other’s quiet breaths, Fu Chaoying asked softly, “You’re leaving tomorrow evening, right? Do you want to visit the art exhibition at the museum with me during the day?”

Ye Jiayuan was silent for a moment before replying in a low voice, “I have a business visit at a tech company tomorrow morning.”

So Ye Jiayuan hadn’t come to Nanyang just for her—she had work, other priorities.

That was only natural, Fu Chaoying thought, yet she couldn’t help the faint pang of disappointment.

Neither spoke again. Fu Chaoying focused on steadying her breathing, pushing away her thoughts, and slowly slipped into sleep.