On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 29.3: Compensation

Upon arriving at the underground parking lot of Nan University, Dong Muyu was already waiting. Her expression faltered briefly when she saw the person stepping out from the back seat, but she quickly smiled.

“President Ye.”

“Professor Fu.” Dong Muyu shook hands with each of them before turning to Fu Chaohua. “Senior Fu, it’s been a while.”

Fu Chaohua returned the smile. “Muyu, long time no see.”

As Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu caught up, Fu Chaoying and Ye Jiayuan exchanged a knowing glance.

Clearing her throat, Fu Chaoying asked, “Sis, why don’t you give me a tour of the campus?”

Fu Chaohua agreed with a light laugh.

The four of them walked out together, and Fu Chaoying discreetly pulled a mask from her bag, handing it to Ye Jiayuan.

Ye Jiayuan lowered her gaze slightly, accepting it without a word, though a faint trace of amusement flickered in her eyes.

Dong Muyu noticed and teased, “President Ye should definitely keep the mask on—otherwise, you might get swarmed by adoring juniors.”

Ye Jiayuan replied mildly, “Hardly.”

Fu Chaoying grinned. “Senior Dong, you should wear one too. Weren’t you the goddess of the Computer Science department back in the day?”

Ye Jiayuan shot her a sidelong glance, her gaze darkening with an unreadable emotion.

Catching the look, Fu Chaoying stuck out her tongue playfully before falling silent.

She observed the easy banter between Dong Muyu and Fu Chaohua. On the surface, everything seemed perfectly normal—yet Fu Chaoying couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unspoken lingering between them.

Fu Chaoying turned her attention to the two of them when suddenly she felt her left hand being gently grasped—tightened for a brief moment before being released.

It was Ye Jiayuan.

Fu Chaoying’s heart fluttered slightly as she discreetly glanced over. Ye Jiayuan was looking straight ahead, her expression calm, as if that small gesture had been nothing more than an illusion.

Fu Chaoying curved her brows subtly, pretending nothing had happened as she continued chatting with Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu. But her thoughts had already drifted far away, completely oblivious to their conversation.

“Which restaurant did you visit last time, junior?” Dong Muyu’s voice suddenly pulled her back to reality.

Fu Chaoying blinked, slightly dazed. “Huh? What?”

Dong Muyu repeated the question with a smile.

Fu Chaoying gave a light laugh. “Oh, just that little Hunan-style stir-fry place on Backstreet.”

Once Dong Muyu engaged Fu Chaoying in conversation, she smoothly steered the topic toward collaboration between their companies, settling on a meeting the following Tuesday.

Fu Chaoying tried several times to shift the discussion toward Fu Chaohua, to no avail.

Fu Chaohua occasionally chimed in, but Ye Jiayuan remained silent throughout.

Fu Chaoying smiled and said, “Senior Dong, you should really tell President Ye more about your company’s projects.”

After all, Ye Jiayuan was the investor.

As she spoke, Fu Chaoying naturally glanced at Ye Jiayuan—only to find her gaze still fixed ahead, never turning toward them.

Dong Muyu chuckled casually. “We already showed our utmost sincerity last time. President Ye surely has an eye for talent.”

“If we don’t secure the investment, it just means we didn’t do enough.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod and said indifferently, “You’ll likely have an answer by next week.”

The group made their way to Backstreet.

After a perfectly ordinary meal, Dong Muyu invited everyone to the artificial lake to listen to a student concert.

By the time they returned to the car, it was nearly nine o’clock.

“Xiao Ying, Muyu seems really eager to work with you,” Fu Chaohua remarked with a smile.

The way she said it… Fu Chaoying subtly glanced at Ye Jiayuan, whose gaze was now drifting out the window, as if uninterested in their conversation.

Fu Chaoying shook her head. “She’s just really into ink wash painting and wants the game to turn out well.”

Fu Chaohua nodded lightly but said nothing more.

A peculiar atmosphere settled inside the car.

Fu Chaoying stole another look at Ye Jiayuan’s profile before softly closing her eyes.

When they arrived home, Chu Yiyun and Fu Anjun were still awake. Seeing them return, they eagerly pulled them into conversation about the evening’s events.

Fu Chaoying deftly sidestepped the probing questions, only to be pulled aside by Chu Yiyun, who whispered, “Do you know about Jiayuan’s relationship status? Does she have a girlfriend, or is she seeing someone?”

Noticing Ye Jiayuan’s glance in their direction, Fu Chaoying shook her head helplessly and evaded the question with a smile. “Auntie Chu, Jiayuan-jie is so capable—she’ll surely handle her own personal matters well.”

Chu Yiyun sighed in disappointment. “Seems like you don’t know either.”

Finally, the conversation ended, and Chu Yiyun urged them to go freshen up and rest.

As Fu Chaoying entered her bedroom and reached for her phone to message Ye Jiayuan, she noticed a WeChat notification waiting quietly:

[Come to my room after your shower. The door’s unlocked.]

Images from the previous night flashed through her mind. Her throat tightened slightly as she sent back a sticker in reply.

She rummaged through her bag for rose-scented perfume and gum, then opened the wardrobe. Seeing only long-sleeved pajamas inside, she gave a faint shake of her head.

After meticulously washing up—hair, body, spritzing on the perfume, and popping a peach-flavored gum—she felt ready.

Her heart pounded so fiercely it might leap from her chest.

Cracking the door open, she peeked out to ensure no one was around before tiptoeing to Ye Jiayuan’s room. She turned the knob gently.

But the moment she stepped inside, she wasn’t swept into an embrace as she’d hoped.

Instead, Ye Jiayuan sat by the window, working. Glancing up, she said calmly, “You’re here. Have a seat.”

Her tone was so composed it could’ve been a business meeting.

Fu Chaoying blinked, then obediently sat beside her, prepared to wait quietly.

Yet seconds later, she was abruptly pulled onto Ye Jiayuan’s lap.

A soft gasp escaped her as she found herself settled there.

Ye Jiayuan’s expression remained unreadable, as if holding her like this was as natural as breathing.

Fu Chaoying bit her lip and murmured, “Jiejie?”

The moment the word left her lips, Ye Jiayuan’s mouth suddenly neared—but instead of meeting hers, it brushed against her neck.

Fu Chaoying’s neck was hypersensitive. The warm, wet glide of Ye Jiayuan’s tongue sent shivers rippling through her.

Breath hot against her ear, Ye Jiayuan nipped lightly at her skin before murmuring in a husky voice—

“I haven’t held you all day. How are you going to make it up to me?”