On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 28.2: “Can I... kiss you?”

Fu Chaoying scoffed inwardly but maintained an innocent facade. “Not at all,” she said. “I merely suggested selecting an appropriate time to deliver Grandma’s works to the art gallery.”

In this delicate dance of probing and revealing intentions, “ambiguity” was a form of polite refusal. And for a semi-official institution like the Nanyan Art Gallery, a “polite refusal” equated to causing offense—hence her aunt’s interpretation of an “outright rejection.”

Fu Anjun’s expression softened slightly, her tone now coaxing. “Your grandmother left behind several pieces. Surely you could spare just one?”

Fu Chaoying lowered her eyes without responding when a cool, composed voice suddenly cut in—

“If I recall correctly, Old Madam Fu’s will entrusted all her works to Xiaoying’s care, granting her full authority over them.”

Ye Jiayuan spoke firmly, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.

Fu Anjun concealed a flicker of resentment behind a gentle smile. “Of course. But Xiaoying is still young. As elders, it’s only natural we guide her decisions.”

A trace of impatience flashed in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes, though his expression remained calm. “True,” he said evenly, “but she’s hardly a child anymore. She has every right—and the judgment—to make her own choices.”

Fu Anjun opened her mouth as if to argue, then swallowed her words and forced a smile. “Yes, Xiaoying has her own company now and is doing quite well.”

Ye Jiayuan’s lips curved slightly. “Still, as the sole elder of the Fu family, it’s only right you offer her advice.”

Without missing a beat, he turned his gaze to Fu Chaoying, his tone gentle. “Xiaoying, you should seek Aunt Anjun’s counsel more often.”

A deft sidestep to ease the tension.

Fu Chaoying responded with a perfectly measured smile before affectionately looping her arm through Fu Anjun’s, leaning in with playful sweetness. “Auntie has always been the best to me.”

Seeing her yield, Fu Anjun seemed to relax slightly. She raised her hand and gently patted Fu Chaoying’s arm, her tone softening. “It’s good that you understand.”

“If something like this happens again, you must tell your aunt right away.”

“That way, I can help mediate.”

The three of them then chatted idly about trivial matters.

A long while passed, yet Fu Anjun still hadn’t mentioned leaving.

Just as Fu Chaoying began to feel puzzled, she heard her cousin Fu Chaohua’s voice from the doorway—

“Mom, why are you at the old house? You called me here in such a hurry—is something wrong?”

Fu Anjun smiled. “Your cousin Jiayuan brought you a gift from Hong Kong. Shouldn’t you come and thank her in person?”

A flicker of confusion passed through Fu Chaohua’s eyes. Ye Jiayuan, bringing her a gift? That was certainly unheard of.

It wasn’t until she noticed Ye Jiayuan’s gaze subtly lingering on her younger cousin Fu Chaoying that she suddenly understood.

Fu Chaohua chuckled, her tone teasing. “Thank you, Cousin Jiayuan, for remembering both me and Xiaoying.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod in response.

Only then did Fu Chaoying see the gifts Ye Jiayuan had brought for the sisters—two delicate bracelets, similar in style but with slight differences.

Fu Chaoying hadn’t seen this design in the flagship stores—it was likely a limited edition.

Before she could dwell on it further, Fu Anjun spoke up. “I rarely come back these days. Why don’t you stay at the old house with me tonight?”

Fu Chaoying hadn’t expected things to take this turn, but she couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

After all, this house held memories that weren’t hers alone.

She glanced silently at Ye Jiayuan, her lips pursing slightly as if holding back some unspoken grievance.

Catching her look, Ye Jiayuan spoke up abruptly. “With so many of us here, is there even a spare room?”

Fu Anjun was delighted by the suggestion and beamed. “Of course there is!”

She then turned to Aunt Wu and instructed, “Go prepare the rooms. We’ll all be staying here tonight.”

Aunt Wu glanced at Fu Chaoying, as if seeking her opinion.

Fu Chaoying’s expression remained calm as she gave a small nod, then curved her lips into a smile. “Let me help you tidy up.”

“No need, I’ll handle it,” Aunt Wu quickly refused, waving her hands before sighing quietly and heading upstairs.

To her, the smile on Fu Chaoying’s face looked even sadder than tears.

Fu Anjun then turned her attention to Fu Chaohua, asking if she had eaten dinner. Upon hearing she hadn’t, she sighed. “Xiaoying, maybe you should hire another housekeeper?”

Fu Chaoying didn’t respond directly, only smiling as she said, “I’ll take my sister out to eat.”

With that, she walked out, realizing that even her own home no longer felt like a refuge.

Ye Jiayuan watched her forced cheerfulness, her gaze darkening.

Fu Chaoying walked side by side with Fu Chaohua when suddenly, familiar footsteps sounded behind them.

Ye Jiayuan had followed.

Fu Chaoying didn’t turn around, only catching her approaching figure from the corner of her eye.

Noticing this, Fu Chaohua chuckled. “I know this area pretty well. Why don’t I go eat on my own?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head. “It’s fine. Cousin Jiayuan and I can take a walk together.”

Ye Jiayuan walked silently beside her, listening to their sporadic conversation.

“Who knows what’s gotten into Mom? She used to complain about how far the old house was and never wanted to stay here.”

Fu Chaoying understood immediately and smiled slightly, saying, “It’s fine, it’s quite lively.”

Before her words had fully faded, her fingers were suddenly enveloped in warmth.

As if guided by intuition, Fu Chaoying turned her head to see Ye Jiayuan gently holding her hand—standing half a step behind her, just enough to block her cousin’s line of sight.

A faint tremor ran through Fu Chaoying’s heart as she lightly traced the skin of Ye Jiayuan’s hand.

Under the moonlit sky, sparse with stars and dim in light, no one could see them holding hands.

Fu Chaohua went into the restaurant to eat, while Fu Chaoying and Ye Jiayuan took a walk outside, waiting for her.

For some reason, Fu Chaoying felt a little uneasy and asked, “Why did you come, sister?”

“Your aunt asked me to join you.”

A thought flickered through Fu Chaoying’s mind, and she pursed her lips, avoiding the main point. “I thought you suggested it yourself.”

Ye Jiayuan took her hand again. “I didn’t get the chance to bring it up.”

Fu Chaoying’s eyes curved into a smile, then she abruptly stopped walking and nestled into Ye Jiayuan’s arms. “Tonight…”

Ye Jiayuan gave a soft cough and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Hmm?”

Fu Chaoying nuzzled against her chest, murmuring, “Later… you won’t be able to hold me anymore.”

Hearing the hint of sadness in her voice, Ye Jiayuan spoke gently, “You did really well.”

The unexpected praise made Fu Chaoying look up immediately, searching Ye Jiayuan’s eyes in the darkness, but she couldn’t discern anything—nothing out of the ordinary.

Yet she could hear her breathing, soft but steady, before Ye Jiayuan added, “You handled your aunt very well.”

Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but chuckle. “Because you were helping me.”

Ye Jiayuan couldn’t resist raising a hand to stroke her soft hair. “Even if I weren’t here today, I believe you would have done just as well.”

Ye Jiayuan didn’t offer empty reassurances like “Don’t mind what your aunt says” or “You don’t need to feel pressured around her.”

She understood Fu Chaoying’s hesitation and indirectness when facing fragile family ties, and she affirmed her approach.

Fu Chaoying’s nose tingled slightly, and she buried her face deeper into Ye Jiayuan’s chest, breathing in her warm scent, her entire head cushioned in softness.

Ye Jiayuan patted her shoulder lightly.

After a long moment, Fu Chaoying lifted her head and resumed walking, hand in hand with her.

“Ye Jiayuan,” Fu Chaoying called softly, using her full name.

When the younger one doesn’t call you “sister,” there’s mischief in the air.

A quiet smile crept into Ye Jiayuan’s eyes. “Hmm?”

“You did really well too,” Fu Chaoying said, her voice laced with unmistakable amusement.

Ye Jiayuan’s lips curved slightly. “At what?”

Fu Chaoying traced the back of Ye Jiayuan’s hand with her fingertips and whispered, “At being my girlfriend. You did really well.”

Though they were still unfamiliar with each other’s thoughts, preferences, and feelings, Ye Jiayuan had done exceptionally well.

Ye Jiayuan gave her fingers a light squeeze and hummed in acknowledgment.

Not long after, Fu Chaohua called, and the two returned to the restaurant.

Fu Chaohua sensed something unusual between them but suppressed her curiosity, chatting casually with her cousin instead.

Back at the Fu family’s old residence, the rooms had already been prepared—Fu Anjun and Fu Chaohua each had their own bedrooms, while Ye Jiayuan remained in the one next to Fu Chaoying’s.

Fu Chaoying returned to her room to shower, but her mind kept replaying the events of the past few days, her thoughts tangled.

Suddenly, she remembered—Dong Muyu had invited her to have a meal back at Nan University, and she still hadn’t given a definite reply.

Fu Chaoying picked up her phone, but her fingers hesitated slightly. Ye Jiayuan had returned, so she couldn’t just consider her own schedule.

But right now, they couldn’t meet—her aunt and cousin’s voices still drifted in from outside the door from time to time.

Fu Chaoying sent Ye Jiayuan a WeChat message: “Sis, Senior Dong invited me to have dinner back at Nanda. Are you free to join us tomorrow?”

She put on a face mask and started watching a variety show. By the time she washed it off, there was still no reply from Ye Jiayuan.

After finishing the episode, she checked her phone again—the chat remained silent.

Had Ye Jiayuan gone to sleep right after her shower?

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together—she hadn’t even said goodnight!

Her fingers hovered over the voice call button, but she didn’t press it. Ye Jiayuan might still be working overtime.

She turned off her phone and got ready for bed.

Just as she was drifting off, she heard a faint knock—so soft she wondered if she’d imagined it.

Then her phone vibrated. She opened it to see a single message in the chat: “Odd changes, even stays the same.”

Fu Chaoying practically sprang up, rushing to the door. The moment she opened it, a figure slipped inside—

After quietly closing the door, Ye Jiayuan pulled her into an embrace, pressing her back against the cool wood.

The warmth of her breath and the faint scent of magnolia told Fu Chaoying exactly who had pinned her there.

She whispered, “Sis?”

Before she could finish, a familiar, cool voice murmured by her ear, “Got you.”

It suddenly dawned on Fu Chaoying—earlier, when she’d hugged Ye Jiayuan, she’d said, “I won’t be able to hold you later.”

And now, in the dead of night, Ye Jiayuan had sneaked into her room—just for a hug?

Fu Chaoying blinked, but two seconds later, that warm breath suddenly drew closer, sending a shiver through her.

Then Ye Jiayuan asked, “Can I kiss you?”