On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 35: Waking Kiss

Fu immediately began straightening her clothes and composing her expression.

Meanwhile, Ye walked to the foyer, paying special attention to her collar in the mirror to ensure it covered the bite mark on her collarbone.

Upon opening the door, she indeed found her mother—Chu Yiyun—standing outside.

Neither Ye Jiayuan nor Ye Yi’an were married yet, so any significant financial transactions couldn’t escape Chu Yiyun’s notice. While there were countless ways to conceal such matters, purchasing property in Hong Kong was too substantial to hide completely, and Ye hadn’t made any particular effort to do so.

She just hadn’t expected her mother to show up unannounced.

“Mom,” Ye greeted calmly, as if unsurprised by her arrival, casually taking her suitcase.

Chu immediately stepped into the foyer, her eyes scanning the interior like radar. Her gaze finally settled on a familiar face sitting on the living room sofa—Fu Chaoying.

“Auntie? You came to Hong Kong for a visit too!” Fu Chaoying immediately stood up to greet her, deliberately putting more weight on her right leg to make her stay at home seem more natural.

Chu Yiyun noticed her walking posture was a bit odd and quickly asked with concern, “Xiao Ying, did you hurt your leg? Sit down and rest.”

Fu Chaoying gave a faint smile and stood in place, waiting for her. “I accidentally bumped my knee yesterday.”

Chu Yiyun asked a few more caring questions, but her gaze kept darting around the living room and balcony, as if searching for something.

Fu Chaoying noticed this and smirked inwardly, guessing that this sudden visit was undoubtedly to investigate the “hidden beauty” in the so-called “golden house.”

Fu Chaoying proactively suggested, “Auntie, would you like me to show you around Jia Yuan’s place?”

Ye Jiayuan glanced at her subtly, a trace of complex emotion flickering in her eyes.

Chu Yiyun quickly guided her to sit on the sofa and asked casually, “No rush. Is it just the two of you at home?”

Fu Chaoying nodded, pretending not to catch the underlying implication, and replied calmly, “My sister went to attend Senior Dong’s product launch.”

Chu Yiyun’s eyes suddenly brightened. “Xiao Hua and Mu Yu…”

Fu Chaoying playfully glanced at Ye Jiayuan before smiling sweetly at Chu Yiyun. “My sister didn’t give me details, but I think they get along quite well.”

Chu Yiyun let out an almost imperceptible sigh and then casually glanced at Ye Jiayuan. “I wonder when I’ll get to see our Xiao Yuan’s significant other.”

Ye Jiayuan, sitting on a single sofa reading documents, finally lifted her gaze slightly at this remark. “There’ll be a chance.”

As she spoke, her peripheral vision swept over Fu Chaoying.

Chu Yiyun shook her head at Fu Chaoying, her tone tinged with resignation. “See? The same old line again.”

Fu Chaoying chuckled along and picked up the remote, asking Chu Yiyun, “Auntie, is there any Hong Kong drama you’d like to watch? There are a lot of interesting new ones lately.”

Chu Yiyun loved Hong Kong dramas, but some weren’t released in the mainland, and even those that were often had a delay.

Now, however, she was in high spirits.

Ye Jiayuan, naturally, remained mostly silent, only occasionally flipping through the newspaper, making faint rustling sounds.

Fu Chaoying kept Chu Yiyun company with casual conversation, listening as she mentioned how her friends were all busy lately, her daughters were occupied with work, and she had been bored alone in Nanyan, so she decided to visit her and Fu Chaohua for fun—and to check on Ye Jiayuan while she was at it.

The “while she was at it” was probably the main purpose.

Fu Chaoying saw through it but didn’t point it out, cheerfully saying that more people meant more fun and asking if there was anything she’d like to eat for lunch so they could go out together.

Chu Yiyun was delighted by Fu Chaoying’s attentiveness and repeatedly sighed, wishing Xiao Ying were her own daughter.

Fu Chaoying exchanged a fleeting, knowing glance with Ye Jiayuan before looking away.

After spending the morning at home, Ye Jiayuan arranged lunch at a well-established restaurant Chu Yiyun loved.

Chu Yiyun, who enjoyed lively company, kept asking if Xiao Hua would join them for lunch.

Fu Chaoying called her cousin, who politely declined, saying she had already promised to have lunch with Dong Muyu and would meet up with them in the afternoon.

The three had lunch together, with Fu Chaoying and Ye Jiayuan seated on either side of Chu Yiyun, leaving no chance for subtle physical contact.

Only in the elevator did they have a bit of space.

Fu Chaoying loved secretly tracing her palm in the elevator, heightening the thrill of secrecy.

Yet inwardly, she felt a pang of regret: Aunt Chu was currently retired and wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. When would she ever get the chance to devour Ye Jiayuan completely…

Fu Chaoying silently grumbled to herself, only daring to secretly play with her phone during the post-meal break, sending Ye Jiayuan a WeChat message: [“What are the plans… for tonight?”]

Ye Jiayuan probably had her phone on silent and didn’t check the message immediately.

Fu Chaoying stealthily stretched her leg under the table, but unfortunately, her legs were too short to reach the other side…

She cleared her throat lightly when suddenly she felt a gentle touch against her calf—Ye Jiayuan had received the signal. Though her expression remained composed as she continued talking, her feet were anything but well-behaved.

Ye Jiayuan’s ankle lightly hooked around Fu Chaoying’s calf, teasing with an exploratory rub, sending waves of electrifying tingles spreading through her heart.

Fu Chaoying glanced at her sideways, giving her a look, and only then did the other woman restrain herself slightly.

Fu Chaoying immediately withdrew her leg, sitting properly without daring to move recklessly again.

She could only sigh inwardly: Big sister is still big sister… It was as if Ye Jiayuan had unlocked some hidden potential overnight.

Chu Yiyun and Fu Chaoying discussed where to go in the afternoon—a topic that naturally excluded Ye Jiayuan.

The weather was beautiful, but the sunlight was truly blinding. Fu Chaoying suggested indoor activities instead.

After checking nearby indoor amusement parks, Chu Yiyun suddenly asked, “How about going to see a movie?”

Many films hadn’t been released domestically yet, and Fu Chaoying had been considering the same idea. Ye Jiayuan naturally had no objections.

Fu Chaoying found a high-end cinema and called Fu Chaohua, who said she’d bring Dong Muyu along.

Chu Yiyun was overjoyed, repeatedly saying she’d been wanting to see Muyu.

Ye Jiayuan booked the entire theater.

Since Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu hadn’t arrived yet, the three of them went straight into a medium-sized private screening room.

Chu Yiyun picked a romance film, saying it was perfect for young people to watch—great for stirring up some hormones.

Fu Chaoying blinked, stealing a glance at Ye Jiayuan, only to find her looking down at her phone.

Her phone vibrated briefly in her small bag—probably Ye Jiayuan replying to her message. Fu Chaoying’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Opening it, she saw the response: [“Odd changes to even remains unchanged.”]

What did this coded message mean now… Fu Chaoying froze momentarily before seeing Ye Jiayuan stand up, casually saying, “I’m going to order snacks. What do you want?”

Fu Chaoying immediately responded, “Jiayuan-jie, what’s on the menu?”

Without even looking at her, Ye Jiayuan replied coolly, “Come see for yourself.”

Cold, yet reassuring.

Fu Chaoying helplessly turned to Chu Yiyun, “Auntie, should I go take a look too?”

Chu Yiyun nodded, “Remember to order milk tea.”

Fu Chaoying remembered her fondness for Hong Kong-style milk tea and smiled deeply, “Got it.”

She walked out quickly, but the moment she exited the private room, she was enveloped by a familiar magnolia fragrance.

Fu Chaoying quietly closed the door behind her and was immediately pulled by Ye Jiayuan into the adjacent empty screening room.

Her heartbeat raced uncontrollably as the door shut, only to be met by Ye Jiayuan’s impatient lips sealing hers.

Ye Jiayuan’s tongue was hot and invasive, her breathing scorching and rapid, yet her expression remained as composed and aloof as ever.

Fu Chaoying adored this extreme contrast about her, unable to resist wrapping her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck to return the kiss.

In the dimly lit, empty room, the wet sounds of intertwined lips and rapid breathing seemed to become the very essence of affection, accelerating the rising tension between them.

Feeling her fingertips igniting sparks wherever they roamed, Fu Chaoying couldn’t suppress a soft moan before gently pushing against her shoulder.

Ye Jiayuan, still clinging to a shred of rationality, immediately released her lips. Yet under the dim lighting, she clearly saw the silvery thread stretching between their mouths, her gaze darkening abruptly.

Noticing the shift in her expression, Fu Chaoying curved her lips into a smirk, then flicked out her pink tongue to lightly lick Ye Jiayuan’s lips.

In an instant, Ye Jiayuan’s fingers gripping her waist tightened. A glint of mischief flashed in Fu Chaoying’s eyes before she murmured hoarsely, “Auntie is still waiting for us.”

Her tone carried a hint of coquettishness, laced with a touch of grievance.

Ye Jiayuan sighed helplessly. “You started it.”

Fu Chaoying’s fingertips teased the nape of her neck as she met her gaze with a playful smile. “No way… Clearly, sister kissed me first.”

Ye Jiayuan gently pried her hands from around her neck, putting some distance between them.

Leaning against the door, Fu Chaoying caught her breath, steadying her racing heart, then pulled out her phone to check her reflection for any telltale signs.

Two minutes later, the two emerged from the room, pretending they had simply wandered into the wrong private booth.

A passing server cast them a knowing glance before looking away.

Fu Chaoying’s pulse spiked momentarily, but she felt Ye Jiayuan’s fingers lightly squeeze hers—a silent reassurance.

At the counter, they ordered some snacks and coincidentally ran into Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu.

Fu Chaoying smiled. “Did the press conference go well this morning, senior?”

Dong Muyu nodded warmly. “Smoothly, thanks to President Ye’s support.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, her tone casual. “Congratulations.”

The group returned to the private booth together.

Chu Yiyun engaged Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu in conversation, particularly doting on Dong Muyu—asking after her grandmother and even probing into her love life.

Seizing the moment, Fu Chaoying stealthily hooked Ye Jiayuan’s fingers, only to receive a warning glance in return.

Pouting, she reluctantly withdrew her hand, grumbling inwardly: Not even allowed to play with her hand.

Then it struck her—Ye Jiayuan still hadn’t told her their plans for the evening.

But it didn’t matter. Fu Chaoying was already scheming how to reclaim the upper hand tonight.

When the film reached an intimate scene, Fu Chaoying quickly averted her gaze and joined Chu Yiyun’s conversation circle.

Noticing her retreat, Ye Jiayuan’s eyes flickered with faint amusement before she shook her head in resignation.

As the movie ended, Chu Yiyun, still buzzing from the chat, switched to another film.

Ye Jiayuan listened quietly, occasionally checking her phone for work messages.

By dinnertime, Chu Yiyun finally suggested they eat.

At her insistence, Dong Muyu stayed as well.

The five split into two cars—Fu Chaohua, as usual, rode with Dong Muyu.

Chu Yiyun and Fu Chaoying sat in the back of Ye Jiayuan’s car, unable to resist gossiping. “Xiao Dong and Xiao Hua seem pretty compatible, huh?”

Fu Chaoying chuckled. “What makes you say that?”

Chu Yiyun analyzed matter-of-factly, “They knew each other in college. Now it’s a reunion after years apart—definitely something brewing.”

Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Auntie, you even know about reunions after long separations.”

Chu Yiyun nodded proudly. “Of course, I’ve read plenty of novels.”

Fu Chaoying clung to her arm coquettishly. “Then Auntie must be very experienced in pursuing people. You could teach my sister.”

Chu Yiyun patted her hand lightly. “I could teach you too. Would you like to learn?”

Fu Chaoying glanced subtly at Ye Jiayuan’s profile and chuckled lightly, “Sure, Auntie, please teach me.”

Chu Yiyun cheerfully began her analysis, “The key to pursuing someone lies in playing hard to get. Don’t reveal your affection too soon. Instead, break down their defenses gradually as a friend, and then start ‘reeling them in’…”

Fu Chaoying barely suppressed her laughter, nodding repeatedly. “Auntie, that makes perfect sense. So the main strategy is to make them ‘helplessly obsessed’?”

“Exactly!” Chu Yiyun praised enthusiastically. “You’re a quick learner.”

Fu Chaoying smirked inwardly, only to hear Ye Jiayuan clear her throat softly before turning her head and remarking coolly, “Mom, don’t corrupt Xiao Ying.”

Chu Yiyun shot her a sidelong glance. “If anything, you’re the one who needs lessons. Always so cold and indifferent—aren’t you afraid your partner will run away?”

Fu Chaoying caught the key phrase and silently retorted in her heart: You’ve got it all wrong. Your daughter is anything but cold and indifferent.

Images of certain indescribable scenes immediately flashed through Fu Chaoying’s mind, and her throat moved slightly.

Ye Jiayuan promptly averted her gaze and quietly returned to replying to work messages.

The driver, keeping her eyes on the road, stole a discreet glance at the backseat.

After dinner, Dong Muyu finally took her leave.

The Fu sisters and Ye Jiayuan’s mother strolled aimlessly through the bustling streets of Harbor City, indulging in a leisurely citywalk.

Chu Yiyun genuinely began coaching Fu Chaohua on how to pursue someone, leaving Fu Chaohua exclaiming in amazement, “Really? Is that how it works?”

Fu Chaoying, eyes curved in amusement, chimed in leisurely, “Auntie is a seasoned expert—not to mention a veteran novel reader and TV drama critic.”

Fu Chaohua pressed eagerly, “And then? What happens after they start responding?”

Chu Yiyun resumed her lesson on “playing hard to get,” even incorporating Fu Chaoying’s summarized tactic of “rendering them helplessly obsessed.”

Fu Chaoying listened with relish but was suddenly pinched lightly on her waist by Ye Jiayuan beside her.

Startled, Fu Chaoying nearly yelped but caught herself just in time. She tilted her head to look at Ye Jiayuan, who mouthed silently, “Don’t listen to her.”

Fu Chaoying blinked innocently, pretending not to understand, and rejoined Chu Yiyun and Fu Chaohua’s lively discussion.

Ye Jiayuan shook her head helplessly, though the corners of her lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile.

The sea breeze along Harbor City’s coast was pleasant, though tinged with a faint briny scent. Eventually, the group turned back.

The driver followed at a discreet distance in the car.

Once their walk concluded, they all climbed into the car to head home.

Fortunately, Ye Jiayuan’s car wasn’t fitted with airline-style seats, so the back could comfortably accommodate three.

Sandwiched between the Fu sisters, Chu Yiyun animatedly recounted the Hong Kong drama she’d watched that morning.

The dim interior lighting and the long walk soon lulled Fu Chaoying into drowsiness, and her eyes gently fluttered shut.

Noticing this, Chu Yiyun signaled to Fu Chaohua, “Xiao Ying’s asleep.”

When they arrived home, Fu Chaoying was gently roused by Chu Yiyun. “Xiao Ying, let’s get you inside to sleep.”

Blinking groggily, Fu Chaoying’s gaze immediately landed on Ye Jiayuan, who was looking back at her with a calm, tender expression.

Her heart skipped a beat. Forcing herself to look away, Fu Chaoying offered Chu Yiyun an apologetic smile before turning to push the car door open and step out.

Worried she might be too drowsy, Fu Chaohua hurried over to support her arm.

Ye Jiayuan glanced at the two intimately holding arms, her eyes darkening slightly.

After arriving home, Ye Jiayuan helped Chu Yiyun carry the suitcase to the second-floor suite, only to hear her puzzled question: “Why aren’t you staying upstairs? Can that small room of yours even fit two people?”

Ye Jiayuan evaded the question, replying lightly, “It’s more convenient downstairs.”

Fu Chaoying returned to her bedroom to shower. As she washed, the lingering marks of passion on her body made her increasingly alert.

Scenes from last night flashed through Fu Chaoying’s mind like a drama, yet Chu Yiyun’s words about “playing hard to get” resurfaced.

A faint smile curled at the corners of her lips.

After drying her hair, changing into pajamas, and spritzing on a hint of rose perfume, Fu Chaoying finally heard the voices of Chu Yiyun and Fu Chaohua outside her door.

Stepping out of her bedroom, her gaze immediately landed on Ye Jiayuan, who was brewing floral tea.

Fu Chaoying calmly took a seat beside Chu Yiyun, joining their conversation while subtly observing Ye Jiayuan’s movements.

Ye Jiayuan’s tea-making was elegant and deliberate, every detail meticulously executed. Fu Chaoying’s attention gradually drifted to her hands.

Those hands were fair and delicate, with slender, straight fingers and well-defined joints—exuding a quiet strength.

And indeed, they were strong… Fu Chaoying suddenly recalled the unspeakable scenes from last night, her throat tightening slightly.

But then she unexpectedly met Ye Jiayuan’s gaze. Startled, Fu Chaoying quickly averted her eyes, pretending to focus on the TV.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze lingered on Fu Chaoying’s rosy lips for a second before her eyes curved into an almost imperceptible smile.

By ten, Chu Yiyun grew tired and headed upstairs.

Naturally, the others dispersed as well.

Before closing her bedroom door, Fu Chaoying’s eyes locked with Ye Jiayuan’s.

It suddenly struck her—she hadn’t responded to her about tonight’s plans.

As the door clicked shut, another thought flitted through Fu Chaoying’s mind.

She lay in bed scrolling through her phone, remembering Aunt Chu’s mention of novels. She immediately searched on Xiaoju Books and discovered that Jinjiang Literature City was currently the most popular site for sapphic fiction.

Fu Chaoying opened the app store, downloaded it, registered an account, and browsed the sapphic fiction section, overwhelmed by the choices.

She randomly selected one but had barely finished the first Chapter when a message from Ye Jiayuan popped up:

[Odd changes, even remains.]

Fu Chaoying chuckled and replied: [I’m going to sleep~]

[Sleep together.]

Fu Chaoying blinked in surprise but heard no knock.

She quietly cracked the door open—only for a figure to slip inside in the blink of an eye.

Ye Jiayuan locked the door behind her, took Fu Chaoying’s hand, and led her straight to the bed, whispering, “Is this okay?”

She meant “sleeping together.”

Fu Chaoying lightly traced her palm, savoring its dry warmth, and teased, “You’re already here, and now you ask?”

Ye Jiayuan sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into an embrace.

Fu Chaoying wrapped her right arm around Ye Jiayuan’s neck while her left hand tapped her shoulder. “Seems like you really like this position.”

Last night in the bathtub had been the same—perched in Ye Jiayuan’s lap.

Ye Jiayuan’s throat moved slightly with a soft hum.

Her cool tone carried a barely detectable huskiness.

Pretending not to notice, Fu Chaoying pulled away. “Time to sleep. Goodnight.”

Fu Chaoying moved to the other side of the bed and turned off the lamp on her side.

Ye Jiayuan switched off her lamp as well.

The bedroom was instantly plunged into silent darkness. Fu Chaoying could clearly hear the soft, steady rhythm of Ye Jiayuan’s breathing beside her. She slowly closed her eyes, willing herself to fall asleep.

But then, without warning, she was pulled into an embrace.

Fu Chaoying squirmed slightly and asked in a half-teasing, half-complaining tone, “What are you doing?”

Though her words carried a hint of protest, her voice betrayed unmistakable anticipation.

Ye Jiayuan tightened her arm around Fu Chaoying’s waist, fingers lightly tracing the smooth curve of her skin. “Sleeping like this,” she murmured.

Remembering the morning’s events, Fu Chaoying deliberately teased, “How can sister sleep here with me… What if someone finds out?”

Ye Jiayuan didn’t respond. Instead, she leaned closer, burying her face in the crook of Fu Chaoying’s neck and inhaling softly. “You smell so good.”

She didn’t pull away afterward, simply resting there, warm breath ghosting over Fu Chaoying’s skin.

The sensation—damp, warm, and unbearably ticklish—made Fu Chaoying suck in a breath. “Mmm…”

She had only meant to hum in acknowledgment, but the sound that escaped was unexpectedly sweet, laced with something far more intimate.

Mentally scolding herself, Fu Chaoying was caught off guard when Ye Jiayuan’s lips brushed against her neck.

The kiss was featherlight, almost innocent—just the barest press of lips—but it lasted barely two seconds before Ye Jiayuan withdrew. “Sorry,” she murmured, voice tinged with what sounded like genuine regret. “Couldn’t help it.”

Fu Chaoying huffed. “…Then control yourself.”

“Okay.” True to her word, Ye Jiayuan retreated, her hands stilling as if she really had come only to sleep.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together, listening to Ye Jiayuan’s even breathing, and gradually relaxed into slumber.

But at some indistinct hour, she was roused by the slow, maddening tickle of lips against her neck.

Blinking drowsily, Fu Chaoying registered the warmth of Ye Jiayuan’s breath and the faintest graze of contact before her mind snapped awake—Ye Jiayuan was kissing her neck, gently, deliberately.

Her lips were soft, her tongue warm and wet, sending shivers down Fu Chaoying’s spine.

Unable to resist, Fu Chaoying looped her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck and called out in a voice laced with sleep and affection, “Jiejie?”

“Morning,” Ye Jiayuan whispered before shifting closer, her lips hovering just above Fu Chaoying’s. “Sleep well?”

The lower her voice dropped, the heavier the air between them grew. Fu Chaoying’s throat tightened.

“…What time is it?” she asked, but the words ended on a breathy uptick as Ye Jiayuan’s touch sent another wave of tingling warmth through her.

Ye Jiayuan nudged her nose against Fu Chaoying’s. “Four.”

Fu Chaoying lazily traced the nape of Ye Jiayuan’s neck, voice low and drowsy. “Then let’s sleep a little longer.”

“What time?” Ye Jiayuan murmured, her voice rough as she nuzzled closer.

A sly smile curled at Fu Chaoying’s lips. “Eight.”

Ye Jiayuan went still for a moment before releasing her. “Then I should go back to my room,” she said evenly.

Before Fu Chaoying could respond, Ye Jiayuan threw back the covers and moved to leave.

The sudden absence of warmth beside her left Fu Chaoying feeling inexplicably hollow.

With a sudden impulse, Fu Chaoying almost uncontrollably reached out and gently tugged at the hem of her clothes.

“Hmm?” Ye Jiayuan made a questioning sound.

Fu Chaoying whispered, “Don’t go, sister…”

Ye Jiayuan chuckled helplessly. “I’m afraid I’ll oversleep.”

Fu Chaoying pursed her lips, then simply sat up and wrapped her arms around Ye Jiayuan from behind, nuzzling against her in a coquettish manner.

Ye Jiayuan placed her hand over Fu Chaoying’s interlaced fingers, her voice laced with resignation and indulgence. “Then I’ll leave at five.”

Fu Chaoying leaned against her shoulder and nodded obediently. “Okay.”

Ye Jiayuan lay back down again.

This time, Fu Chaoying actively nestled into her embrace and called out softly, “Sister…”

Ye Jiayuan was still marveling at her initiative when she raised her arm to encircle her, only to feel Fu Chaoying quietly lifting the hem of her shirt.

Soon after, an undeniable tickling sensation spread across Ye Jiayuan’s waist.