On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 25: Parted Pink Lips

Fu Chaoying’s eyes sparkled, her smile deepening. “I was just thinking—no wonder you didn’t send me the address. You were coming to pick me up yourself.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, her gaze lingering on the gentle curve of Fu Chaoying’s eyes. “Get in the car,” she said, her tone calm yet carrying a subtle tenderness that was hard to detect.

Fu Chaoying followed her into the back seat and pointed to the nearby art gallery. “There’s an exhibition today, and a few of my pieces were selected.”

Hearing this, Ye Jiayuan turned slightly and asked softly, “Would you like to go take a look now?” Before the words had fully left her lips, her slender fingers were already resting on the door handle, ready to push it open.

Fu Chaoying’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she gently tugged at Ye Jiayuan’s sleeve. “This afternoon, alright? We shouldn’t keep them waiting too long.” Her voice carried a hint of playful pleading.

Ye Jiayuan stiffened slightly at the soft touch on her arm before relaxing again. She tilted her head to look at Fu Chaoying, a faint glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “Then we’ll go this afternoon.”

The car wasn’t equipped with the usual plush airline-style seats, which inadvertently closed the distance between them. Fu Chaoying turned her head slightly, studying Ye Jiayuan’s flawlessly sculpted profile with quiet intensity.

As if sensing her gaze, Ye Jiayuan turned as well, their eyes meeting. The air in the car seemed to still, leaving only the silent exchange of their locked gazes.

Fu Chaoying smiled at her before letting out a soft yawn, her voice laced with drowsiness. “I’m so sleepy…”

“Rest for a while,” Ye Jiayuan said, pressing a button.

With a quiet hum, a partition slowly rose, separating them from the driver and assistant in the front, creating a private cocoon.

A smile danced at the corners of Fu Chaoying’s lips as she leaned over, resting her head naturally against Ye Jiayuan’s shoulder.

The sudden weight made Ye Jiayuan tense again. The soft strands of Fu Chaoying’s hair brushed against her cheek, sending a faint tickle across her skin. Fu Chaoying then slid her hand down, slipping it into Ye Jiayuan’s palm before whispering in a teasing tone, “Sister-in-law… if we’re like this, won’t my sister find out?”

Ye Jiayuan’s breath hitched for a moment before she realized Fu Chaoying was role-playing. A trace of helplessness flickered in her eyes, though the corners of her lips curled slightly as she played along. “Which sister are you talking about?”

Fu Chaoying, savoring the warmth of Ye Jiayuan’s hand, deepened her smile and feigned innocence, tilting her head playfully. “Sister-in-law, have you forgotten your own wife already? Seems like I’m the only one in your heart now.” Her tone was light and mischievous.

Ye Jiayuan gave her hand a gentle squeeze in response before murmuring a soft acknowledgment.

Suddenly, Fu Chaoying lifted her head to catch Ye Jiayuan’s expression—only for Ye Jiayuan to turn at the same moment.

Their faces were now inches apart, Ye Jiayuan’s lips so close that Fu Chaoying could feel her warm breath ghosting over her own, sending a shiver down her spine.

Fu Chaoying froze, her heartbeat skipping. But Ye Jiayuan’s expression remained composed, as if the charged moment between them was nothing but an illusion.

No fun at all.

Fu Chaoying pouted inwardly before settling back against Ye Jiayuan’s shoulder with a sigh. “Then I’ll sleep for a bit.”

As the weight returned to her shoulder, Ye Jiayuan felt the soft press of Fu Chaoying against her, a quiet smile tugging at her lips.

Fu Chaoying had only intended to rest her eyes, but the faint scent of magnolia lingering at her nose seemed to have a soporific effect. Before she knew it, she had truly fallen into a deep sleep.

The car slowly ascended the overpass, gliding smoothly along the flat road.

Ye Jiayuan listened to Fu Chaoying’s steady breathing and felt the gradually increasing weight on his shoulder, realizing she had dozed off.

Unable to resist, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze softening as it settled on Fu Chaoying’s peaceful sleeping face. Then, he gently raised his hand, brushing against her hair before quietly trailing down to lightly graze the tip of her nose—its texture delicate and smooth.

Further down were her naturally closed, rosy lips.

Ye Jiayuan abruptly halted, his fingers hovering in midair. Within seconds, however, his fingertips descended, landing on her slightly parted lips.

The sensation was warm and tender. He carefully savored the heat of her exhales and the coolness of her inhales, attuned to the subtle interplay between warmth and chill.

His throat bobbed slightly as his breathing grew uneven. His movements stiffened abruptly before he swiftly withdrew his hand.

Taking two deep breaths, he closed his eyes as well, forcing himself to clear his mind.

When Fu Chaoying woke up, the scent of magnolia at her nose and the sensation beneath her head reminded her that she had been leaning on Ye Jiayuan’s shoulder.

Fu Chaoying glanced out the car window and saw that they had already entered the city center. It was lunchtime, and the roads were slightly congested.

She naturally lifted her head from Ye Jiayuan’s shoulder and gave her an apologetic smile, asking softly, “Did I make your shoulder sore just now?”

Ye Jiayuan shook her head, flexing her shoulder slightly before replying calmly, “It’s fine. You only slept for twenty minutes.”

After a brief pause, Ye Jiayuan added, “Did you sleep well?”

Fu Chaoying nodded emphatically, her expression adorably earnest. “Mhm!”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze flickered briefly over Fu Chaoying’s plump, rosy lips before she quickly averted her eyes and said nonchalantly, “Good.”

The car came to a smooth stop in front of Nanyan Club. Fu Chaoying turned her head to look through the window at the familiar magnolia tree.

Unfortunately, the magnolia blossoms had long since withered, leaving only bare branches swaying gently in the breeze.

Fu Chaoying withdrew her gaze and entered Nanyan Club with Ye Jiayuan.

“President Ye, it’s been a while. Have you been staying at Nanyan recently?” The club’s general manager personally came to greet them, his face wreathed in smiles.

“Just these past couple of days,” Ye Jiayuan replied indifferently.

The manager then turned his attention to Fu Chaoying, beaming. “Miss Fu, it’s been so long since you last visited. You’ve grown even more beautiful.”

Fu Chaoying gave a polite nod but said nothing more.

Before long, Fu Chaoying and Ye Jiayuan entered a private dining room, where a woman came to the door to welcome them.

The woman wore professional attire, with chestnut-colored medium-length hair, giving off an efficient and capable air.

“President Ye, I was just wondering if I should come out to meet you. I just finished ordering, so I hadn’t had the chance yet.”

Fu Chaoying studied the woman before her, finding her unfamiliar, but then the woman turned her gaze toward her and said, “Miss Fu, it’s been a long time.”

Fu Chaoying looked puzzled and tilted her head slightly toward Ye Jiayuan, who gave a slight nod and introduced calmly, “This is Dong Muyu from Woodstone Tech.”

“Hello,” Fu Chaoying said politely, shaking Dong Muyu’s hand lightly. Then she heard Ye Jiayuan add coolly, “I wasn’t aware President Dong knew Xiaoying.”

Dong Muyu’s smile didn’t waver as she replied warmly, “I wouldn’t say we know each other. Miss Fu is quite famous at Nanjing University. As seniors, of course we all know her.”

Fu Chaoying smiled faintly. “You flatter me.”

Dong Muyu enthusiastically ushered the two to their seats.

She had excellent emotional intelligence and was cheerful and talkative.

Fu Chaoying found their conversation pleasant and only then learned that Dong Muyu was two years her senior.

It suddenly dawned on her—Dong Muyu had been the goddess of the computer science department back then.

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved slightly. “Senior, you’re truly accomplished at such a young age.”

Dong Muyu laughed, raising a hand modestly. “President Ye is the real prodigy. My achievements are nothing compared to hers.”

Fu Chaoying turned to look at Ye Jiayuan, who met her gaze naturally before Fu Chaoying smiled brightly. “Jiayuan-jie is our idol.”

A faint trace of amusement flickered in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as she waved a hand dismissively and said to Dong Muyu, “Alright, let’s discuss the specifics now.”

With just a single sentence, she deftly steered the conversation from reminiscing to business matters.

Dong Muyu played along seamlessly, offering a casual smile as she began outlining the specifics of their collaborative project. “Every character’s digital outfit in the game needs to embody traditional Chinese aesthetics,” she summarized. “It immediately made me think—isn’t Southern Ink most renowned for its classical painting? If we could have Miss Fu as our art director, it would be our greatest honor.”

Her words were both courteous and sincere. Fu Chaoying responded with a composed smile, her tone neither humble nor overbearing. “Thank you for your confidence, Senior. But as one person, I can’t make an immediate decision. Perhaps our teams could meet first to align on requirements—that might pave the way for smoother collaboration.”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze remained fixed on her, calm and attentive. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips as she listened to Fu Chaoying’s poised response.

Dong Muyu appeared agreeable. “Naturally. We’ll pick a suitable time and invite your team to our company for detailed discussions.”

They exchanged WeChat contacts just as their dishes arrived.

With the preliminary agreement in place, Dong Muyu smoothly transitioned back to nostalgia, ensuring both their shared memories were revisited. Fu Chaoying silently admired her emotional intelligence and approach—effortlessly putting others at ease.

As their lively exchange continued, Ye Jiayuan subtly shifted her gaze to Fu Chaoying’s face.

Meeting her eyes, Fu Chaoying chuckled lightly. “Jiayuan-jie and I just visited Nanjing University yesterday. The restaurants on Back Street haven’t changed much.” She then turned back to Dong Muyu. “Senior, if you ever have time, you should go back and try them.”

Seizing the moment, Dong Muyu extended an invitation. “Absolutely! Let’s pick a time when you’re free, Junior.”

Fu Chaoying didn’t commit immediately, offering only an ambiguous smile. “We’ll arrange it later.”

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes darkened slightly as she listened in silence.

Once the reminiscing concluded, so did their meal.

Dong Muyu casually mentioned, “There’s a classical painting exhibition at the gallery today. Would you two like to join?”

Fu Chaoying smiled. “What a coincidence—Jiayuan-jie and I were just planning to go.”

“Perfect! Let’s head there together then.”

The three rose and made their way to the parking lot. Ye Jiayuan watched the pair beside her, her expression inscrutable.

In the car, Fu Chaoying called her aunt, briefly explaining the situation and mentioning her afternoon plans to accompany Dong Muyu and Ye Jiayuan to the exhibition.

Fu Anjun didn’t press further, exchanging only a few words before ending the call.

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes lingered on Fu Chaoying’s face as she asked softly, “Did you resolve the matter with Yunji?”

Fu Chaoying nodded. “They called to apologize. I’ll go to Singapore soon to sign the termination agreement.”

Even now, the memory unsettled her. Though Yunji had issued a formal apology—blaming it on an overzealous subordinate—and offered compensation, she knew the situation wasn’t that simple.

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod and said nothing more.

Fu Chaoying’s mind, however, raced. Finding the right partners required not just strategic vision but also the ability to protect oneself. Another incident like Yunji’s would be nothing short of a headache.

At this thought, Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but ask, “Jiayuan, is your company considering investing in Senior Dong’s firm?”

“We’re still in the evaluation phase,” Ye Jiayuan replied calmly.

Fu Chaoying fell silent, growing increasingly concerned that Dong Muyu’s collaboration proposal might be motivated by Xingye’s potential investment.

The car soon arrived at the art museum, where Dong Muyu was already waiting at the entrance.

The three entered together.

Only then did Fu Chaoying understand why Dong Muyu was so fixated on traditional Chinese painting—it turned out she had trained in it during childhood.

“My grandmother was actually good friends with your grandmother,” Dong Muyu mentioned.

Fu Chaoying blinked in surprise. “Who?”

Ye Jiayuan interjected quietly, “Her grandmother is Bai Youqing.”

Recognition dawned on Fu Chaoying as she recalled the elderly lady she’d met in Singapore. With a soft laugh, she said, “Oh, Grandma Bai! I’ve met her before.”

Dong Muyu shrugged self-deprecatingly. “She often told me how she wished I’d persisted with painting like Grandma Fu’s granddaughter did.”

Smiling, Fu Chaoying began examining the paintings one by one, quickly spotting her own work.

Dong Muyu stayed close, enthusiastically asking questions until she noticed the signature on the artwork. “Miss Fu, you’re truly remarkable!” she exclaimed. “This painting looks divinely inspired—absolutely breathtaking in its natural perfection!”

Fu Chaoying’s eyes curved happily, just as she caught sight of Ye Jiayuan studying her painting with quiet intensity.

Stealing closer, Fu Chaoying reached behind to lightly tug Ye Jiayuan’s hand, tracing a teasing fingertip across her palm.

Amid the bustling crowd, no one noticed their subtle exchange. Dong Muyu continued chattering nearby.

Just as Fu Chaoying was about to withdraw her hand, Ye Jiayuan suddenly grasped it tightly. Startled, Fu Chaoying tried to pull away, only for Ye Jiayuan to release her immediately after.

They resumed conversation with Dong Muyu as if their momentary connection had never happened.

After the exhibition, Dong Muyu proposed: “Why wait for another day? Let me treat you both to dinner at Nanda University.”

Ye Jiayuan declined politely with a slight nod. “My flight to Hong Kong leaves at seven. I’m afraid there isn’t time.”

Fu Chaoying added, “I still need to attend the forum’s closing ceremony upstairs. My schedule is tight too.”

Seeing their refusal, Dong Muyu smiled graciously. “What a pity. We’ll arrange another time then.”

As they watched Dong Muyu leave, Fu Chaoying turned to Ye Jiayuan. “Is your flight really at seven?”

A slight nod. “Originally ten, but a project issue forced me to reschedule.”

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together but didn’t press further. “Let me see you off then.”

Once in the car, Liu Xin handed her a boxed Pizza Hut meal with perfect courtesy. “Miss Chaoying, this might tide you over if you’re hungry.”

Startled, Fu Chaoying accepted it gratefully before glancing at Ye Jiayuan beside her, her searching gaze lingering as if trying to decipher some hidden meaning.

After gazing for two seconds, she saw Ye Jiayuan directly press the button to raise the partition before turning her head to look at her calmly. “What did you want to tell me?”

Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at this, asking with playful amusement, “How did you know I’d definitely come to see you off?”

Ye Jiayuan had never liked fast food, so this Pizza Hut meal could only have been prepared specifically for her.

Ye Jiayuan fell silent for a moment, as if contemplating something, then spoke slowly: “I guessed… you wouldn’t heartlessly abandon your girlfriend because of her.”

Her voice was calm and measured, each word enunciated with particular clarity—especially the key terms “girlfriend,” “heartlessly,” and “abandon.”