On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 27.1: “Mmm... Jiejie.”

The moment their breaths intertwined, a faint, tingling current spread from their lips to every limb. Fu Chaoying’s body trembled involuntarily.

The soft, lingering sensation of their lips seemed to seep into her heart. As their mouths pressed and moved gently against each other, Fu Chaoying could see nothing but the faint amusement in her eyes—and in those eyes, it seemed she was the only one reflected.

Only when Ye Jiayuan released her did Fu Chaoying’s thoughts snap back to reality, realizing what had just happened—at the bustling airport security checkpoint, Ye Jiayuan had actually kissed her first.

The lingering warmth still seemed to remain on her lips, real and vivid.

Fu Chaoying’s eyes widened slightly, a trace of shock still lingering in her gaze as she instinctively glanced behind Ye Jiayuan. Assistant Liu Xin had already disappeared into the crowd, and no other familiar faces could be seen among the flow of people.

A faint sigh of relief escaped Fu Chaoying, but then she felt a light pat on her head.

Ye Jiayuan’s calm voice sounded beside her ear, laced with a hint of amusement, “I have to go now.”

Fu Chaoying turned to look at her, fingers unconsciously tugging lightly at her sleeve. “Kissing me and then leaving—isn’t that a little… irresponsible of you, Jiayuan-jie?”

Her tone carried a mix of reluctance and grievance.

Feeling the slight pull on her sleeve, Ye Jiayuan lowered her gaze slightly, her eyes resting on Fu Chaoying’s fair fingers before she grasped them in return—yet she remained silent.

Fu Chaoying’s heart seemed to skip a beat. She lifted her gaze in silence, wordlessly questioning.

Ye Jiayuan gently rubbed the soft skin of Fu Chaoying’s hand with her thumb, an almost imperceptible hint of intimacy in the gesture. Softly, she murmured, “Must you address me so formally?”

A flicker of mischief passed through Fu Chaoying’s eyes as she blinked innocently, feigning confusion. “Jiayuan-jie? Doesn’t it sound nice?”

Ye Jiayuan didn’t respond. Instead, her grip on Fu Chaoying’s hand tightened briefly before loosening again, then she let go entirely. Her voice was calm as she said, “It’s fine. Call me whatever you like.”

With that, Ye Jiayuan turned away, her tone casual as she bid farewell, “I’ll go through security first. See you next weekend.”

“Alright, have a safe trip,” Fu Chaoying replied obediently, standing still as she watched Ye Jiayuan’s figure disappear into the security checkpoint before slowly turning to leave.

No sooner had Fu Chaoying settled into the car than her phone rang.

It was her cousin, Fu Anhua, inviting her to a banquet at the Fine Arts Association forum and complaining about how bored she was alone there.

After a brief hesitation, Fu Chaoying changed her destination and asked the driver to take her to the hotel.

Fu Anhua was waiting downstairs and, upon spotting her, immediately brightened, looping an arm through hers affectionately. “You’re finally here! I was practically dying of boredom by myself…”

Fu Anjun had always been immersed in her own social circles and rarely paid much attention to the younger generation.

Fu Chaoying offered her a faint smile. “I was pretty bored this morning too.”

Fu Anhua instantly latched onto the keyword, curiosity coloring her tone. “Mom said you went out with Jiayuan-jie?”

Fu Chaoying gave a soft hum, inexplicably recalling the question Ye Jiayuan had posed before leaving.

Both Fu Anhua and she were accustomed to addressing Ye Jiayuan as “Jiayuan-jie.” Only when teasing or probing her feelings would they ever ambiguously call her “jie-jie.”

Fu Anhua coughed lightly in mock solemnity before asking, “So, how did it go?”

Fu Chaoying’s expression remained neutral. “It was fine. Jiayuan-jie even introduced me to a potential collaboration.”

“What kind of project?”

After Fu Chaoying briefly explained, Fu Anhua gasped in surprise. “With Dong Muyu’s company?”

Fu Chaoying nodded slightly, a trace of puzzlement in her eyes. “You know her?”

“I do. I’ve been playing the game her company developed.”

Fu Chaoying shot her a skeptical glance before laughing. “You have time for games?”

Fu Anhua’s expression turned slightly awkward as she brushed it off. “Research is tedious. I need some entertainment.”

Sensing her reluctance to elaborate, Fu Chaoying tactfully changed the subject.

The two entered the banquet hall just as the guests were rising for a toast. They hurried to Fu Anjun’s side, picking up wine glasses from the table and taking a small sip only after the deputy director’s speech concluded.

During dinner, the deputy director mentioned that the Nanyan Art Museum was currently preparing a global exhibition project and was in the bidding phase.

Then, shifting the conversation, she turned to Fu Chaoying with a probing look. “Xiao Ying, I heard you recently started a new company? Would you be interested in taking on this kind of project?”

Fu Chaoying smiled politely, responding with poised confidence. After a few rounds of subtle verbal exchanges, both parties understood each other perfectly.

Fu Chaoying responded politely, “Thank you for your appreciation, Director Yu. I’ll arrange for my team to prepare the bid documents as soon as possible after returning.”

Her aunt, Fu Anjun, chimed in at the right moment, and the atmosphere at the table remained harmonious.

Fu Chaoying maintained a composed smile throughout. She knew Director Yu’s mention was merely a courtesy—the final bidding outcome would naturally prioritize the art museum’s interests.

Yet, the fact that Director Yu had personally brought it up with her was in itself a form of recognition.

From a promotional standpoint, having the descendant of Fu Li, a representative figure of Southern School ink painting, participate in the global exhibition project would undoubtedly generate significant buzz for Nanyan Art Museum.

Having never dealt with bid documents before, Fu Chaoying headed straight to her study after the dinner to research the requirements. She soon realized the bidding process was incredibly complex—technical proposals aside, it required various qualification documents and response materials.

She meticulously organized the gathered materials, planning to discuss the matter with her team at tomorrow’s morning meeting.

By the time she finished working overtime, a glance at the clock revealed it was nearly 10 p.m.

A slight tension gripped Fu Chaoying’s heart as she instinctively reached for her phone, fearing she might have missed an important message—only to find the screen blank. Ye Jiayuan hadn’t sent any updates after landing.

The lingering kiss at their evening farewell had given Fu Chaoying a tangible sense of being in a relationship, yet the cold, empty chat window now reminded her of the physical distance between them.

Her finger hovered over the screen for a long moment before finally typing out a message:

“[Sister.]”

Then, with a light tap, she sent it.

There was no immediate reply—likely due to busyness on the other end.

Not waiting further, Fu Chaoying retrieved her pajamas and headed for the shower.

As hot water cascaded over her, her mind momentarily emptied before involuntarily conjuring images of Ye Jiayuan—and that ambiguous farewell kiss.

Though they’d kissed once before, years ago when she was drunk, her consciousness had been hazy then, and Ye Jiayuan had been the one receiving the kiss.

Today was entirely different—it was Ye Jiayuan who had actively pressed her lips to Fu Chaoying’s.

Amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, an inexplicable notion surfaced: Ye Jiayuan’s parting kiss seemed to be responding to the kiss Fu Chaoying had placed on her jaw earlier.

Still, the sensation of being kissed by the beautiful older woman was undeniably heart-fluttering.

A faint smile tugged at Fu Chaoying’s lips as she hurried through her shower. But just as she turned off the water, a melodious ringtone—the custom one she’d set for Ye Jiayuan’s WeChat calls—echoed from outside the bathroom.

Was Ye Jiayuan calling her?

Without bothering to dry off properly, Fu Chaoying hastily pulled on her nightgown and rushed out—only for the familiar ringtone to cut off abruptly.

Taking two deep breaths, she picked up her phone, finger hovering over Ye Jiayuan’s chat window. Then, glancing down at her loosely draped, low-cut nightgown and the water droplets still clinging to her neck and hair, an idea quietly took root.

Lightly tapping the plus icon in the bottom right corner, Fu Chaoying initiated a video call to Ye Jiayuan.

The moment the ringtone sounded, Fu Chaoying’s heart began racing uncontrollably.

Yet the video call wasn’t answered immediately.

One second, two seconds… Several seconds passed before the other side finally picked up.

But Ye Jiayuan’s screen remained pitch black, and Fu Chaoying’s breath hitched involuntarily.

“Xiao Ying.” Ye Jiayuan’s cool voice came through the receiver.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze lingered on the damp strands of Fu Chaoying’s hair, the faint blush on her cheeks, and the pale skin exposed by the collar of her pajamas, her eyes flickering slightly.

The one-sided video felt strangely intimate, and Fu Chaoying inexplicably grew flustered, blurting out, “Why isn’t your camera on?”

A low chuckle sounded from the other end. “Are you sure you want me to turn it on?”

Fu Chaoying froze for a moment, as if catching the faint sound of running water. “Are you… taking a shower?”

After a brief silence, Ye Jiayuan’s composed voice finally replied, “Mm.”

Heat crept up Fu Chaoying’s cheeks, and she hastily muttered, “Then go ahead and finish showering.”

Before the other could respond, she quickly ended the call.

Only after hanging up did Fu Chaoying realize a thin layer of sweat had formed on her skin. She turned back into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

After drying her hair, she sat on the edge of the bed for a long while, but Ye Jiayuan never called back.

Given the awkwardness of their earlier exchange, Fu Chaoying naturally didn’t dare to call again either.

Her phone remained silent.

Pursing her lips, she turned off the bedroom light, lay down, and closed her eyes.

Yet her mind kept replaying flashes of Ye Jiayuan—her warmth, her soft kisses.

Suddenly, the ringing of her phone snapped her out of her thoughts.

Fu Chaoying’s mind sharpened instantly as she answered Ye Jiayuan’s incoming video call.

This time, Ye Jiayuan had her camera on. She was still dressed in long-sleeved pajamas, though the top two buttons were undone, revealing delicate collarbones.

Fu Chaoying averted her gaze awkwardly. “Mm…”

Then, that barely-there chuckle sounded again through the receiver. “Why aren’t you calling me Jiayuan-jie anymore?”

Fu Chaoying blinked and shifted her eyes back to the screen. “Then… what do you like me to call you?”

As she spoke, she studied Ye Jiayuan’s expression closely, her lips curling slightly.

Ye Jiayuan arched a brow, amusement glinting in her eyes. “What you called me on WeChat earlier was fine.”

Fu Chaoying laughed softly and teased, “Then do you prefer Jiayuan-jiejie, Xiaoyuan-jiejie, or Ayuan-jiejie?”

Ye Jiayuan watched her calmly, though a faint smile had already touched her eyes. “The simplest one.”

Fu Chaoying coughed lightly, pretending to deliberate. “Xiaoyuan-jiejie? That’s the shortest.”

Ye Jiayuan shook her head helplessly, her smile deepening as she crooked a finger at the camera.

Fu Chaoying obediently leaned closer to the screen, only to hear a husky, suggestive whisper through the receiver—

“Call me jiejie.”

“Just like you did back in Singapore.”