On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 28.1: “Can I... kiss you?”

Hearing Ye Jiayuan’s words, Fu Chaoying felt a sudden sting in her nose. She took a deep breath in her arms, the familiar crisp scent lingering in the air, while countless complicated thoughts churned in her mind.

She still remembered how, just a week ago, her aunt Fu Anjun had warned her, “Don’t go running to Xiao Yuan for help over every little thing.”

Though she didn’t think much of it at the time, deep down, Fu Chaoying was still mindful of Ye Jiayuan’s busy schedule and didn’t want to disturb her too much—even though they were already in a relationship.

But now, with Ye Jiayuan’s voice lingering in her ears, the dependence Fu Chaoying had deliberately suppressed seemed to stir back to life, like grass reviving under a spring breeze.

A faint smile curved Fu Chaoying’s lips as she lifted her head from Ye Jiayuan’s embrace, gazing up at her with shimmering eyes. “Just having you comfort me like this already makes me happy.”

Ye Jiayuan quietly studied her face, those deep eyes seeming to see through everything.

Her fingers gently brushed aside the strands of hair by Fu Chaoying’s ear, her touch light. “So, how exactly did they bully you?”

There was a barely detectable edge of anger in her voice.

Fu Chaoying hooked an arm around hers and slid down to rest her head on Ye Jiayuan’s lap, looking up at her with a soft smile, her tone unconsciously laced with a hint of coquetry. “Then wait for me to sort out my thoughts, okay?”

She claimed she needed to organize her thoughts, but Fu Chaoying had already closed her eyes, her long lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks like a lazy kitten.

Ye Jiayuan looked down at her—lying there with her dark hair cascading around her, making her skin appear even fairer and her delicate features all the more striking.

After a long while, just as Ye Jiayuan thought she might have fallen asleep, Fu Chaoying suddenly spoke, her voice soft and sweet but tinged with a trace of grievance. “It was the day you left for Hong Kong. They brought up the project during dinner…”

“At the time, given the circumstances, and with the deputy director calling on me, I thought… maybe there was still hope.”

“So, our entire team worked day and night, finishing the proposal in just three or four days. But on Thursday afternoon, I got a message from Director Qu, asking me to dinner.”

Fu Chaoying’s voice gradually grew quieter, as if recalling something unpleasant.

She took a deep breath before continuing. “I already had a bad feeling, and when I went… sure enough, it was bad.”

“Her implication was clear—she’d give me the project, but only if I agreed to hand over my grandmother’s private collection to the gallery.”

“I refused.”

After saying this, Fu Chaoying closed her eyes again, her lashes fluttering slightly as she tried to suppress the turmoil of emotions.

Suddenly, a warm touch gently grazed her cheek, carrying a comforting weight.

Dazed, Fu Chaoying opened her eyes to see Ye Jiayuan lightly caressing her face, her movements tender and unhurried.

Ye Jiayuan spoke softly. “So, you already knew by Thursday night that they wouldn’t give you the project.”

“But you still went on Friday, thinking… there might still be a sliver of hope?”

Fu Chaoying chuckled, a note of resignation in her voice. “I couldn’t exactly tell my team about this. Not going would’ve seemed even stranger.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, her gaze profound. “Last night’s test was nothing more than a compliance check.”

“If you refuse them this time, they won’t give you the project.”

“And they never will.”

“Unless, one day, you’re willing to hand over your grandmother’s works. Only then might you stand a chance at getting their projects.”

Fu Chaoying laughed, though her lips curled with a bitterness she couldn’t hide. “I know.”

“But why would they think I’d trade my grandmother’s treasures for mere financial gain?”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, her fingertips moving upward to gently touch Fu Chaoying’s forehead.

Fu Chaoying gazed up at her jawline, where the red mark had long since healed.

She watched as those lips parted slightly: “There will be many more opportunities like this in the future.”

Ye Jiayuan’s expression remained calm, as if merely stating an established fact, making it impossible to discern her true emotions.

A flicker of unease crossed Fu Chaoying’s heart as she asked softly, “Will you blame me, sister?”

A trace of imperceptible amusement flashed through Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as she countered, “Blame you for what?”

“For refusing them, for not securing that project, for not being able to go to Hong Kong.”

Before she could finish, Ye Jiayuan lightly tapped her forehead, her cool yet tender voice ringing in Fu Chaoying’s ears—

“Fu Chaoying.”

This was the first time since their reconciliation earlier this year that Ye Jiayuan had called her by her full name.

Fu Chaoying’s heart trembled faintly, only to hear her ask, “Do you really think I’m that petty in your eyes?”

The corners of Fu Chaoying’s lips curled upward as she reached out to gently encircle Ye Jiayuan’s neck, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry: “But sister, you sounded so disappointed in our last video call when you said you couldn’t hold me.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, her gaze still resting quietly upon her, offering no reply.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together, about to speak, when Ye Jiayuan suddenly said, “You can hold me every weekend.”

After a pause, she added softly, “That’s already more than enough.”

Fu Chaoying keenly caught the barely perceptible wistfulness in her words. Her heart stirred, and she immediately sat up, wrapping her arms around Ye Jiayuan and burying her face in the crook of her neck. “Then I’ll hold you more, sister.”

Their upper bodies pressed tightly together, the warmth and softness of Ye Jiayuan’s body sending a sudden tremor through Fu Chaoying’s heart, her throat tightening slightly.

After days apart, this body she had embraced countless times now felt almost unfamiliar.

Fu Chaoying’s heart still raced at her proximity, and deep within, an uncontrollable longing surged forth.

Pulling back slightly, Fu Chaoying’s gaze unconsciously drifted to Ye Jiayuan’s lips, her throat moving faintly against her will.

Forcing herself to look away, she noticed Ye Jiayuan’s eyes seemed similarly fixed on her lips, carrying a trace of tender longing barely concealed beneath the surface.

Fu Chaoying’s heart fluttered as she instinctively leaned closer, quietly closing the distance between them. Their warm breaths gradually mingled, filling the air with a subtle, charged tension.

Just as their lips were about to meet, the abrupt sound of a car pulling into the driveway shattered the intimate atmosphere.

Fu Chaoying’s heart clenched, and she instinctively moved to pull away—only to find Ye Jiayuan had already turned her gaze toward the sound, calmly stating, “Your aunt is here.”

For a moment, it truly felt like they were on the verge of being caught in an illicit affair—equal parts thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Yet Ye Jiayuan, as if performing magic, produced an exquisitely wrapped gift box from the storage compartment.

Understanding dawned in Fu Chaoying’s heart—this must be the “gift” she had mentioned earlier.

Ye Jiayuan stepped out of the car with effortless composure, greeting Fu Anjun: “Aunt Jun.”

Fu Chaoying quickly exited from the other side, moving to stand beside her aunt with practiced obedience. “Auntie.”

Fu Anjun gave a slight nod before letting her gaze linger on Ye Jiayuan’s car, her tone deliberately casual as she asked, “Did you two… just arrive as well?”

Fu Chaoying raised the gift in her hand, about to explain, when Ye Jiayuan spoke first: “I brought a bracelet for each of the sisters. I came with Xiaoying to deliver them.”

Fu Chaoying marveled inwardly at Ye Jiayuan’s quick thinking but maintained the same composed expression on her face.

Fu Anjun chuckled lightly at this. “Xiaoyuan is always so good to these sisters.”

“Xiaohua would be overjoyed if she knew you brought her a gift.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, the corners of her lips curving into a perfectly measured smile. “It’s nothing.”

Fu Anjun shifted her gaze to Fu Chaoying, then back to Ye Jiayuan, asking with a hint of probing, “Will Xiaoyuan be staying here tonight?”

Fu Chaoying calmly followed her aunt’s gaze toward Ye Jiayuan, only to see her shake her head, her tone even. “Just stopping by for a bit.”

A flicker of disappointment passed over Fu Anjun’s face, but she quickly masked it with a polite smile. “Then let’s all go inside and sit for a while.”

The three of them entered the house together. Aunt Wu, seeing Fu Anjun arrive, hurried to the kitchen to make tea.

Fu Chaoying watched as her aunt sat directly beside her, then heard her casually remark, “I heard you didn’t win the bid for the art museum project?”

So this was what her aunt wanted to discuss. Otherwise, as was her usual habit, in Ye Jiayuan’s presence, Fu Anjun would only talk to her, barely sparing a glance for Fu Chaoying.

Fu Chaoying gave a slight nod, feigning regret. “Missed it by just a hair.”

Fu Anjun’s eyes darkened briefly before she forced a smile and deftly changed the subject—

“Xiaoyuan, what brings you to Nanyan today?”

Ye Jiayuan replied coolly, “I came back to attend a summary report for an important project.”

Fu Anjun chatted with Ye Jiayuan for a while longer, but seeing no sign of her leaving, she turned to Fu Chaoying with a smile. “Xiaoyuan can stay a bit. Xiaoying and I need to discuss something in the study.”

Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly, but just as Fu Anjun stood up, she suddenly spoke in a low voice, “I heard about the art museum bidding situation.”

With things put so plainly, Fu Anjun couldn’t very well dismiss her. She sat back down with a smile. “So you’ve heard about it too, Xiaoyuan? I was just about to talk to Xiaoying about it.”

Fu Chaoying lowered her eyes slightly, her expression calm as she waited for her aunt’s next words.

Fu Anjun turned her attention to Fu Chaoying, gently patting the back of her hand, her tone laced with regret. “It’s such a shame you didn’t secure this project.”

Pretending not to grasp the deeper meaning behind her words, Fu Chaoying sighed along with her. “I know, Auntie. We lost by just 0.05 points.”

Fu Anjun sighed as well, her gaze probing. “Director Yang had implied that as long as you submitted a bid, the project would be yours. Did something go wrong?”

“Was there an issue with your proposal?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head. “No, we came in second. There shouldn’t have been any problems with our bid.”

Seeing her evade the question, Fu Anjun paused slightly, her tone turning serious. “I also heard Director Qu spoke to you privately.”

Fu Chaoying widened her eyes in feigned surprise. “You’ve heard about that too?”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze shifted imperceptibly toward Fu Chaoying, a trace of barely concealed heartache flickering in her eyes.

Fu Anjun’s expression darkened slightly before she quickly masked her displeasure, her tone carrying a hint of reproach: “I also heard you outright rejected her.”

The way she phrased it… made it sound as if Director Qu was lovelorn over her.