On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 33: Which sister are you calling for?

Ye Jiayuan gazed into her glistening eyes before her attention dropped to the way Fu Chaoying lightly bit her lower lip.

Something inside her snapped. Swallowing hard, Ye Jiayuan captured her lips again.

Fu Chaoying’s breath was stolen, the tingling in her chest growing more intense. The only sounds left were the mingling of wet kisses and ragged breathing. Ye Jiayuan’s fingers traced slow circles at the nape of her neck, teasing her sensitive nerves with featherlight touches.

Before long, Ye Jiayuan pulled back from her lips, trailing kisses downward until her mouth found the hollow of Fu Chaoying’s throat.

Fu Chaoying tilted her head back, only to feel a faint sting at her collarbone—an itch she couldn’t scratch—

Then came Ye Jiayuan’s husky murmur: “Wear a shirt tomorrow.”

She meant it as the best way to hide the marks.

Fu Chaoying’s heart trembled, words caught in her throat, leaving only a barely audible, “Mm…”

It could have been an answer to her words—or to something else entirely.

Tonight, even Ye Jiayuan seemed affected by the alcohol, her usual unshakable composure cracking. When the sound of a metal clasp snapping open reached them, both shuddered at once.

After a rustle of fabric, Ye Jiayuan’s lips returned, warm and soft, enveloping Fu Chaoying completely.

Her other hand found its way too, but the sensation was entirely different.

Fu Chaoying remembered that morning in the study, when they had kissed like this—but then, there had been layers between them. Now, skin against skin, the experience was incomparable.

Pleasure shot straight to her core, making Fu Chaoying tremble uncontrollably. Her breathing grew ragged, her arms tightening around Ye Jiayuan’s neck almost desperately.

Then she heard a soft laugh. “Xiao Ying, I can barely breathe.”

The warmth of her breath against Fu Chaoying’s skin sent another shiver through her.

Startled, Fu Chaoying loosened her grip—only to be met with a sharp, possessive kiss that drew another helpless moan from her. “Sister…”

Her voice was sweet, almost inviting.

“Don’t you like it?” Ye Jiayuan lifted her gaze, watching her intently, teasing.

It was a question, but Ye Jiayuan already knew she wouldn’t refuse.

Fu Chaoying’s eyes were hazy, her body trembling.

Ye Jiayuan’s mind flickered with doubt again, but was pulled back by her voice—“I like you…don’t leave…”

Fu Chaoying shyly uttered these words, her cheeks burning to who-knows-what temperature.

On this spring-mist-laden night, such words were undoubtedly a catalyst. The intensity between them deepened in two distinct ways, stirring up that familiar craving in Fu Chaoying’s heart once more.

Ye Jiayuan’s lips and tongue withdrew, only to tease lightly again. Just when Fu Chaoying thought she’d move lower, a faint phone ringtone sounded from the neighboring room.

Fu Chaoying stiffened slightly, an inexplicable disappointment rising in her chest. Yet the next second, she hooked her leg around Ye Jiayuan’s waist.

Only to hear a soft, resigned chuckle in the air. “Xiao Ying.”

Fu Chaoying’s mist-drenched thoughts were abruptly recalled as she noticed the kisses slowing, gentling, the breathing growing more restrained.

Though still engaged in intimacy, Ye Jiayuan seemed to be soothing her restless heart—kissing her purely, without ulterior motives.

Soon, Ye Jiayuan’s lips found hers again, lightly sucking her tongue, tracing circles in her mouth before withdrawing to place a chaste kiss on her forehead.

Half-sitting on the bed, Ye Jiayuan’s gaze held traces of flushed desire, but more prominently—apology.

Methodically, she refastened the metal clasps, buttoned the pajamas one by one. Fu Chaoying lay motionless, staring intently as if trying to decipher unspoken thoughts, to no avail.

Before Ye Jiayuan could rise, Fu Chaoying caught her wrist. “Too fast?” she whispered. “Or…are you afraid my cousin will find out?”

Ye Jiayuan bent to seal her lips again, the kiss laced with apology and reassurance. “Your first time shouldn’t be when you’re drunk. Goodnight.”

Watching that composed retreating figure, Fu Chaoying understood why people say “the grass is always greener.” The shower that followed did nothing to cleanse the lingering itch beneath her skin—whether from alcohol or Ye Jiayuan’s paradoxically alluring restraint that made her crave seeing that self-control shatter.

–

Morning came with vibrating phone alerts. Bleary-eyed, Fu Chaoying saw Chu Yiyun’s barrage of WeChat messages:

[Sweetie, did you meet Xiao Yuan’s partner?]

[What’s their personality like?]

[Looks?]

[Character?]

The assumption that she’d already encountered this mysterious “partner” last night was almost comical. Rather than respond, Fu Chaoying screenshot the messages and forwarded them to Ye Jiayuan with: [Care to explain, jiejie?]

The reply came minutes later: [Awake?] Followed by: [No need to answer.] Then: [Come for breakfast.]

Three consecutive messages—unprecedented except for that property document exchange. Fu Chaoying chuckled wryly at being so thoroughly managed, setting the phone down to begin her morning routine.

Yet when she raised her eyes to look in the mirror, she immediately spotted that ambiguous red mark on her collarbone.

Fu Chaoying’s cheeks flushed slightly as she pursed her lips and rummaged through her suitcase for a shirt. She buttoned it all the way up, just enough to cover the strawberry mark.

Once everything was ready, Fu Chaoying gently opened the bedroom door. Before she could even spot Ye Jiayuan, she heard movement from the adjacent room.

“Good morning, Xiaoying.”

A little alcohol really did help with sleep—Fu Chaohua looked especially refreshed today.

Fu Chaoying smiled and greeted her. “Good morning, sis.”

Fu Chaohua paused for a moment, feeling as though it had been ages since she last heard such affectionate words from her.

Hearing the voices, Ye Jiayuan walked over from the balcony and gave the sisters a slight nod. “Morning.”

Fu Chaoying glanced at her composed and aloof demeanor before nodding lightly in return. “Good morning, Jiayuan-jie.”

Ye Jiayuan subtly observed her but received no further reaction.

Fu Chaohua keenly sensed something slightly off between the two, though she wondered if she was overthinking it.

After all, in front of her, they had always maintained a polite and distant manner—like two sisters from a casual family friendship, making it impossible to detect any clues.

Had something happened between them last night? A fight? But with someone like Jiayuan-jie… how could an argument even start?

A sudden WeChat call interrupted everyone’s thoughts.

Fu Chaoying picked up her phone and saw the caller ID clearly displaying “Aunt Chu.” She then looked at Ye Jiayuan. “It’s Aunt Chu.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod.

Only then did Fu Chaoying answer the call, immediately hearing Chu Yiyun’s voice on the other end—

“Xiaoying, have you had breakfast yet?”

Fu Chaoying curved her lips into a perfectly natural smile. “Auntie, we’re just having it now.”

As she spoke, she handed the phone over, and Ye Jiayuan and Fu Chaohua each took turns greeting Chu Yiyun.

Noticing there was no fourth person at the table, Chu Yiyun chuckled. “Xiaoying, after breakfast, show me around Xiaoyuan’s new place, will you?”

Though she knew the real intention behind the request, Fu Chaoying obediently agreed—yet the call remained connected.

As if afraid of missing some crucial scene.

Fu Chaoying, Fu Chaohua, and Chu Yiyun chatted idly until, before long, Ye Jiayuan stood up. “Make yourselves at home. I’m heading to work first.”

Fu Chaoying simply said goodbye without much thought, but the next second, she was unexpectedly enveloped in a faint scent of magnolia.

Ye Jiayuan had somehow moved beside her, leaning slightly against the table as she spoke coolly into the screen. “Mom, I’m off to work.”

Chu Yiyun noticed nothing unusual. “Go on, take care of yourself.”

Fu Chaoying stiffened for a moment, but the warmth beside her had already vanished—Ye Jiayuan was already heading toward the entrance.

After breakfast, the Fu sisters gave Chu Yiyun a virtual tour of Ye Jiayuan’s new home.

The first floor had three bedrooms and a study, while the second floor… Fu Chaoying was seeing it for the first time as well. There was a large master suite with a walk-in closet, along with a gym and a lounge.

Chu Yiyun hadn’t really come to see the house in the first place, and now, failing to spot the person she wanted to see, she quickly lost interest. “Well, you two have fun in Hong Kong.”

Fu Chaoying and Fu Chaohua obediently replied, “Goodbye, Auntie.”

Fu Chaohua spoke softly, “Do you think… the partner Jiayuan mentioned is just an excuse, or does she really have someone?”

Fu Chaoying chuckled and linked arms with her. “Why don’t you ask Jiayuan yourself? I’d like to know too.”

The two descended the stairs, with Fu Chaoying accompanying Fu Chaohua to meet her research partner at Hong Kong University.

They had only corresponded via email for academic discussions and missed each other at several conferences—this was their first in-person meeting.

Uninterested in their research topics, Fu Chaoying found a café to read alone.

She resisted the urge to message Ye Jiayuan but couldn’t help checking her phone.

As expected, there were no new messages from Ye Jiayuan—only one from Dong Muyu: [“Arriving in Hong Kong this evening. Dinner?”]

After confirming with Fu Chaohua via call, Fu Chaoying replied: [“Sure, my cousin and I will join you.”]

An “OK” sticker came in response.

Fu Chaoying smiled faintly and returned to her book.

That evening, the sisters arrived at the designated spot.

Dong Muyu was as poised as ever, chatting amiably. Upon hearing about their morning visit to HKU, she merely asked: “How’s the campus scenery?”

“What did you have for lunch? Any good?”

“Send me the restaurant name.”

Her normalcy was almost suspicious—she showed zero curiosity about Fu Chaohua’s research partner.

Doubting her earlier assumptions, Fu Chaoying abruptly shifted topics: “So, Senior Dong, are you seeing anyone?”

Fu Chaohua’s gaze also settled on Dong Muyu’s face.

Dong Muyu paused slightly before laughing it off. “Who has time for dating?”

Then she deftly redirected: “President Ye seems busier than me—is she taken?”

Fu Chaoying smiled. “She claims to be.”

Mentioning Ye Jiayuan again, Fu Chaoying glanced discreetly at her phone—a new message: [“Where are you? Dinner together?”]

She replied: [“Dining with Senior Dong now. Raincheck? ~”]

After a long pause came a single: [“Mm.”]

A flicker of mischief crossed Fu Chaoying’s eyes as she pocketed her phone.

Post-dinner, the trio went for a city walk.

Fu Chaoying loved Hong Kong’s night strolls—though having a girlfriend alongside would be better.

But tonight, she absolutely wouldn’t invite Ye Jiayuan.

After parting with Dong Muyu, the sisters boarded a car.

Suddenly, Fu Chaohua asked: “What do you think of Muyu?”

A dangerous question.

Fu Chaoying deliberated before answering: “She’s a decent senior.”

“She seems to like you…”

Fu Chaoying shook her head. “She’s just talkative. We barely spoke tonight.”

The conversation had flowed between Dong Muyu and Fu Chaohua, catching up on years apart.

Fu Chaoying mused: When Dong Muyu previously invited her to Southern University, it was likely for collaboration—and that collaboration might’ve really been about… her cousin.

But since Fu Chaohua didn’t elaborate, neither would she.

So Fu Chaoying hinted instead: “Senior Dong and I are purely friends, but you two seem well-matched.”

Fu Chaohua pinched her arm lightly. “Nonsense.”

The overly defensive reaction made Fu Chaoying smile knowingly—some truths needn’t be spoken aloud.

She and her cousin had always been like this since childhood—like friends. If the other didn’t want to talk about something, they might probe indirectly but always knew when to stop.

Pulling the car into the parking space, Fu Chaoying immediately spotted the Rolls-Royce she hadn’t seen that morning now parked in the adjacent spot.

Ye Jiayuan was home.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and took the elevator upstairs with Fu Chaohua.

When they entered, the living room lights were on. Fu Chaoying lowered her gaze to change her shoes in the entryway when she heard a voice from the balcony—

“You’re back.”

Fu Chaohua, having just finished changing her shoes, noticed Fu Chaoying dawdling and responded, “We went for a walk after dinner, so we’re back a bit late.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod and said politely, “Sorry, work kept me too busy to spend time with you.”

Fu Chaohua waved her hand lightly and chuckled. “Jiayuan-jie, you’ve already taken such good care of us.”

Fu Chaoying also walked over. “Yeah, Jiayuan-jie is so good to us.”

Hearing the latter remark, Ye Jiayuan glanced at Fu Chaoying imperceptibly, only to see her blinking wide, innocent eyes.

Then came the follow-up: “Jiayuan-jie, we’re a little tired. You should rest early too. Goodnight.”

Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly. “Goodnight.”

Fu Chaoying returned to her bedroom to shower, blow-dry her hair, and finish her skincare routine before lying in bed. For some reason, she could still detect a faint scent of magnolia lingering on the sheets.

She sat up and fanned the air vigorously with her palms, but it had no effect.

Her hands just ended up sore.

With a soft sigh, Fu Chaoying pushed thoughts of Ye Jiayuan aside and picked up her phone.

Just as she was engrossed in browsing posts on Xiaojushu, a message notification from Ye Jiayuan suddenly popped up—[Odd changes to even, even stays the same.]

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and replied: [Asleep.]

She held her breath unconsciously, but no sound of the door opening followed. Instead, she received another message from Ye Jiayuan: [Alright, goodnight.]

Fu Chaoying took two deep breaths before closing the chat window.

It took a while before she finally drifted off to sleep.

–

The next morning, the three of them had breakfast as usual, and Ye Jiayuan left for work on schedule.

Fu Chaoying and Fu Chaohua met up with Dong Muyu.

Fu Chaoying made an excuse to visit an exhibition on her own, rejoining them only at mealtime.

During lunch, Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu were noticeably much more at ease with each other, no longer carrying that awkward tension from before.

Watching this, Fu Chaoying suddenly felt happy for her cousin.

Otherwise, she had always thought… her cousin might be asexual.

She’d seen too many examples of people becoming detached from worldly desires after pursuing a Ph.D.

Fu Chaoying ate quietly, chiming in occasionally so they wouldn’t feel her presence was deliberate.

By the afternoon, Fu Chaoying had a legitimate reason—she was going to visit an oil painting artist based in Hong Kong.

The connection had been arranged by her aunt, who had scheduled the meeting time and location before Fu Chaoying even arrived in Hong Kong.

When she reached the café, Fu Chaoying finally received a message from Ye Jiayuan: [What are you up to?]

Fu Chaoying snapped a photo of her coffee and replied: [Waiting for the artist my aunt introduced.]

The response came quickly: [Want to have dinner together tonight?]

Fu Chaoying: [Already made plans with my cousin and the others TT]

The word “others” naturally referred to no one else—Fu Chaoying’s new friend, Dong Muyu.

Ye Jiayuan’s finger hovered over the screen for a few seconds before finally typing: [Okay.]

Just then, the person Fu Chaoying was waiting for arrived, so she put her phone away.

The artist’s contract with another company was about to expire, and Fu Chaoying had arrived at just the right time.

Their conversation went smoothly. When the artist heard that Fu Chaoying also painted in oils, she couldn’t hide her surprise: “You mean you’re skilled in both ink wash painting and oil painting?”

Fu Chaoying showed her a few of her recent works, prompting an even more astonished response: “Goodness, how are you even better than me?”

Fu Chaoying knew the artist was just being modest, so she smiled lightly and returned the compliment.

That evening, as promised, they went out for dinner. Both Dong Muyu and Fu Chaohua couldn’t help but ask about her afternoon meeting.

Fu Chaoying answered honestly, and the two of them laughed.

It had been a long time since Fu Chaoying had seen Fu Chaohua laugh so freely, and she found herself feeling much happier as well.

After a simple dinner and a walk, Dong Muyu casually suggested, “It’s still early—how about we go for a light drink?”

It was exactly what Fu Chaoying wanted, but she was surprised when Fu Chaohua immediately agreed.

A flicker of amusement crossed Fu Chaoying’s eyes as she casually agreed as well.

Dong Muyu was familiar with the area and quickly led them to a bar.

The place was packed and noisy, and Fu Chaoying instinctively slowed her steps—until Dong Muyu reassured them, “Don’t worry, I’ll take you to the VIP lounge upstairs. It’s safe.”

Only then did Fu Chaoying and Fu Chaohua follow her to the elevator on the other side.

Once they entered the lounge upstairs, they could see the scene below—women of all kinds dancing passionately.

It was then that Fu Chaoying realized—this was a lesbian bar.

She discreetly averted her gaze and casually ordered a few drinks.

After placing the order, she received another message from Ye Jiayuan: [What time are you coming home?]

Fu Chaoying’s eyes curved into a smile. Once the drinks arrived, she sent Ye Jiayuan a photo with the caption: [Not sure yet, sis.]

Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu were deep in conversation and didn’t notice Fu Chaoying downing her drinks—until she suddenly slumped onto the table.

Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu exchanged a startled glance before quickly looking away.

Dong Muyu: “Is she drunk?”

Fu Chaohua stared at the two empty glasses in confusion. “Just two drinks…?”

In her memory, Fu Chaoying’s alcohol tolerance wasn’t this low.

As Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu discussed what to do, Fu Chaoying’s phone suddenly rang—the screen clearly displaying: “Jiayuan-jie.”

Dong Muyu pulled the soundproof curtain shut, and the lounge instantly became quieter.

Fu Chaohua answered the call for her cousin, only to hear a deep voice immediately demand: “Xiao Ying, which bar are you at?”

Before Fu Chaohua could even think, she blurted out, “Jiayuan-jie, Xiao Ying’s drunk. We’re at—”

Before Fu Chaohua could finish his sentence, he heard Fu Chaoying murmur, “Senior Sister Dong, Sister Muyu, cheers…”

Her voice wasn’t particularly soft in the quiet private room, and at this moment, it clearly reached Ye Jiayuan’s ears.

Just as Fu Chaohua was about to speak, the cool voice on the other end of the phone spoke again: “Address.”

A simple, straightforward sentence.

Fu Chaohua handed the phone to Dong Muyu, who provided the address.

Dong Muyu was slightly taken aback when the call was abruptly ended. “President Ye seems in quite a hurry.”

Fu Chaoying smiled, her eyes curving. “Jiayuan-jie is very good to us. She’s just worried about Xiao Ying.”

Not long after, Ye Jiayuan arrived in a hurry, walking straight to Fu Chaoying’s side. She gave the other two a slight nod. “You two enjoy yourselves. I’ll take her back first.”

Fu Chaoying was half-supported by Ye Jiayuan as they walked out, her lips pressed together almost imperceptibly.

But the moment the private room door closed, Ye Jiayuan swept her up into a bridal carry.

The scent of magnolia enveloped Fu Chaoying—familiar yet overwhelming, as if determined to wrap around her completely.

A flicker of amusement passed through Fu Chaoying’s eyes, but unlike usual, she didn’t loop her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck.

Just as she was being placed into the car, Fu Chaoying opened her mouth to tease her—“Dong—”

But she only got one syllable out before her lips were sealed. Ye Jiayuan’s tongue pushed past her teeth, sucking hard in a punishing kiss.

Then, Ye Jiayuan lightly bit her tongue before pulling back just enough to murmur against her lips, “Which sister did you want to call?”

Her voice was low, carrying a husky undertone that was unmistakably suggestive.

Fu Chaoying’s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes fluttered open to find Ye Jiayuan’s gaze filled with a predatory intensity she had never seen before—raw possessiveness and unmistakable desire.