On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 37: Taking Initiative

The air was thick with the mingling scents of roses and the cool fragrance of magnolias.

Shapes shifted and reformed, only to be firmly grasped once more.

Fu Chaoying couldn’t suppress a moan that escaped her throat, but Ye Jiayuan captured it with a kiss.

Her breath and voice were both stolen away, sending tremors through Fu Chaoying’s heart, the tingling sensation shooting straight to her brain.

Reason stood no chance against the overwhelming tide of desire.

Fu Chaoying kissed her back without restraint, her breathing growing increasingly ragged. “Sister, here…”

The whispered plea, laced with breathy gasps, only heightened the electrifying tension.

Ye Jiayuan’s breath hitched. Pressing her lips closer, her dark eyes grew even deeper. “Weren’t you just saying not to—”

Before she could finish, Fu Chaoying sealed her lips with another kiss—urgent, insistent, leaving no room for refusal. In the midst of their fervor, she got exactly what she wanted. Her heart seemed to skip a beat, only to be enveloped once more by warmth and softness.

Fu Chaoying couldn’t hold back a few broken whimpers. Ye Jiayuan’s eyes, already alight with faint amusement, darkened further at her response.

Lost in sensation, Fu Chaoying suddenly felt a brief emptiness, only to see Ye Jiayuan’s hand move to undo the restraints.

Using one hand was inconvenient. Fu Chaoying reached up to help, but paused after unfastening the second button. “Sister…”

Her voice was sweet and pleading, edged with impatience. Then, she lightly nipped at Ye Jiayuan’s earlobe, her warm breath ghosting over her neck.

Ye Jiayuan didn’t answer—only pressed a kiss to her collarbone.

The moment their lips met skin, Fu Chaoying’s breathing grew scorching and uneven.

Her fingers tangled in Ye Jiayuan’s hair, sometimes stroking gently, other times gripping tightly—

“Ah—”

Fu Chaoying was startled by her gasp of pain and immediately let go. “Sorry, did I pull your hair?”

Ye Jiayuan shook her head.

Fu Chaoying struggled to speak, “Sister, don’t move…”

Ye Jiayuan smiled again. “Mm.”

Fu Chaoying’s mind was still in a daze when, without warning, Ye Jiayuan shifted her weight and switched arms to hold her.

Fu Chaoying clung tightly to her shoulders, only to be captured by her lips moments later.

In a way, it was a fair distribution of attention.

Fu Chaoying tilted her head and gently kissed her ear, her breath as sweet as orchids. “Sister, sister…”

Ye Jiayuan lifted her gaze to meet hers, only to see her lightly lick her upper lip, eyes shimmering with mischief. “Sister, let me down…”

As she spoke, Fu Chaoying lightly squeezed her waist, and then she was set down.

Ye Jiayuan leaned in to kiss her, only then realizing why she had wanted to get down.

The moment Fu Chaoying lifted something and touched the side, a voice speaking Cantonese drifted down from upstairs.

Fu Chaoying jumped in surprise, only to be immediately pulled into Ye Jiayuan’s embrace—just in time to hide her still-disheveled collar.

Her heart pounded wildly, and when her mind finally caught up, her eyes curved into a secret smile, fingers teasing lightly.

Ye Jiayuan’s breath hitched, her gaze warning.

Fu Chaoying nestled safely in her arms, whispering just loud enough for the two of them, “What’s wrong, sister?”

A woman happened to descend the stairs, pausing in surprise at the sight of the two standing in the stairwell before quickly averting her eyes.

Fu Chaoying stared at the stranger, a flicker of slyness in her gaze. Her hands didn’t stop, truly taking after her, alternating between light and heavy touches.

Even the usually composed and restrained Ye Jiayuan couldn’t help a slight tremble under such circumstances, her breathing growing uneven.

The stairwell door closed, restoring silence once more.

Fu Chaoying reached behind her, and within seconds, another metallic snap echoed.

Ye Jiayuan sighed helplessly, nipping her earlobe as punishment. “Happy now?”

Fu Chaoying chuckled softly. “Who told sister to—”

Her words were cut off by a wave of tingling numbness as her core was suddenly attacked.

Ye Jiayuan exhaled warmly against her ear, fingers tracing the dampness. “Even like this…”

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and murmured, “No.”

Of course, Ye Jiayuan wouldn’t go that far—just a fleeting touch before retreating.

Still cradled in her arms, Fu Chaoying heard the soft rustling as the metal clasp was fastened again.

With a quiet sigh, she returned the favor, securing hers as well.

Only the collar remained. Fu Chaoying glanced down and saw the mess before lifting her eyes, tugging lightly at Ye Jiayuan’s sleeve. “Sister, you do it.”

Her tone carried a hint of shyness—Fu Chaoying was actually a little embarrassed.

Ye Jiayuan kept her gaze steady, maintaining an air of propriety as she meticulously fastened it for her.

Fu Chaoying remarked casually, “Aunt Chu even said sister should learn a thing or two.”

She sighed again. “She doesn’t know—sister is already top of the class.”

Ye Jiayuan laughed helplessly, tilting her chin up to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Don’t you like it?”

Then she buried her face in Fu Chaoying’s shoulder, inhaling deeply, savoring the faint scent of roses on her skin.

Fu Chaoying stiffened slightly, knowing she couldn’t win this argument. She pushed lightly at Ye Jiayuan’s shoulders, turning to leave, only to find her legs weak—she nearly stumbled, but a strong, warm hand caught her instantly.

Fu Chaoying gently tapped her arm. “Let’s go to the restroom.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a soft hum of acknowledgment and led her in a different direction.

After exiting the restroom, Fu Chaoying called her cousin to confirm their location and went ahead to meet up with them.

Chu Yiyun smiled lightly when she saw her approach. “Did you run here, Xiaoying? There was no need to hurry.”

Given the ready-made excuse, Fu Chaoying couldn’t deny it and simply laughed. “I lost track of time while viewing the exhibition.”

Then, smoothly changing the subject, she added, “Sis, your dress is so beautiful!”

Fu Chaoying began enthusiastically praising every detail, delighting Fu Chaohua.

Fu Chaohua immediately wanted to purchase it, but Chu Yiyun beat her to it.

With a resigned sigh, Fu Chaohua said, “Auntie, just let me pay for it myself this once.”

Chu Yiyun waved her hand. “Consider it my graduation gift to you.”

Fu Chaoying was chuckling along when suddenly, Chu Yiyun’s phone rang—

“Hello, Xiaoyuan?”

Fu Chaoying instinctively averted her gaze, quietly listening to their conversation.

Ye Jiayuan was indeed meticulous—committing fully to the act by calling to ask where they were.

Within minutes, Ye Jiayuan appeared in the store.

Chu Yiyun sighed softly. “Does Xiaoyuan often work overtime? A work call took this long?”

Fu Chaohua chuckled. “Auntie, maybe Jiayuan-jie was having a long chat with her girlfriend.”

Fu Chaoying also laughed along with the group but accidentally met Ye Jiayuan’s gaze before quickly looking away.

For some reason, she felt a little guilty.

Ye Jiayuan merely gave a slight nod, took the bags from their hands, and deftly shifted the topic. “Finished shopping?”

Chu Yiyun nodded, then turned to Fu Chaoying. “Xiaoying hasn’t bought anything yet. Would you like to look around some more?”

Fu Chaoying smiled obediently. “I have plenty of clothes and bags at home, so there’s no need for more right now.”

Chu Yiyun didn’t insist, only saying, “When we return to Nanyan, Auntie will take you shopping again.”

Fu Chaoying nodded, only then realizing that her trip to Hong Kong seemed to be nearing its end.

Her home was in Nanyan.

Her gaze unconsciously drifted to Ye Jiayuan’s retreating figure, and for a moment, her mind wandered.

Back at the house, there were naturally no evening plans.

Fu Chaoying returned to her bedroom to prepare for a shower but noticed a new message on her phone:

[I have a business trip to Guangnan tomorrow.]

Ye Jiayuan was leaving for a trip tomorrow, and she was only telling her now.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and replied:

[What time is your flight?]

[11 a.m.]

Fu Chaoying had plans tomorrow morning and naturally couldn’t see her off.

After replying, she headed into the bathroom to shower.

Hot water cascaded over her from head to toe.

Only now did Fu Chaoying truly feel the pangs of longing—missing her even before they had parted.

Even during their long-distance separation when she was in Nanyan and Ye Jiayuan elsewhere, she hadn’t missed her like this.

Fu Chaoying thought perhaps it was because they had immersed themselves in shared joy, deepening the emotional bond between them.

After all, they had already done the most intimate things.

Pursing her lips, she methodically washed, shampooed, dried off, and applied lotion before wrapping herself in a towel and stepping out of the bathroom—only to suddenly see Ye Jiayuan sitting by the window.

Seeing her already dressed in long-sleeved pajamas, Fu Chaoying was slightly startled. “Sister, what are you doing here?”

Ye Jiayuan gave a faint nod, her gaze openly sweeping over Fu Chaoying’s damp hair, the droplets tracing her collarbone, and the expanse of fair skin left uncovered by the towel.

Just as Fu Chaoying was about to plug in the hairdryer, she was abruptly embraced from behind.

“Let me dry it for you.”

Fu Chaoying’s heart fluttered as she handed the hairdryer over, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Then I’ll trouble you, sister.”

Ye Jiayuan brought over a chair. Fu Chaoying blinked, “For me to sit?”

Before she finished speaking, she saw Ye Jiayuan sit down first, then pat her own lap while looking at her.

The meaning was clear.

She really did prefer this position.

Fu Chaoying obediently settled onto her lap, only to suddenly feel Ye Jiayuan lower her head, warm breath caressing her neck.

“So fragrant,” Ye Jiayuan murmured with a soft sniff.

Fu Chaoying’s left hand rested bonelessly on her shoulder while her right lightly traced her collarbone. Leaning close to her ear, she whispered, “Sister smells wonderful too.”

Just as Ye Jiayuan turned her head to kiss her, Fu Chaoying dodged back, tapping her shoulder lightly. “Hair first.”

Ye Jiayuan switched on the warm air, meticulously drying her hair.

The gentle heat of fingertips ghosted over Fu Chaoying’s scalp, occasionally brushing her earlobes as if by accident. Her throat moved slightly, and when she turned her head, her gaze inadvertently skimmed Ye Jiayuan’s lips before she quickly looked away, taking two deep breaths.

Ye Jiayuan appeared completely focused, as if wholly dedicated to the task.

Fu Chaoying nestled obediently against her shoulder, arms circling her waist, but couldn’t resist slipping a hand beneath her clothes.

Ye Jiayuan caught the wandering hand, amusement in her eyes. “Hair first.”

“Okay,” Fu Chaoying withdrew obediently, when suddenly a phone rang.

Ye Jiayuan ignored it, continuing to dry her hair.

The ringing stopped, only to start again within five seconds.

Fu Chaoying couldn’t help glancing over. “Aren’t you going to answer?”

Ye Jiayuan shook her head. “Probably nothing urgent.”

Fu Chaoying relaxed back into her embrace, enjoying the warm airflow.

By the time her hair was completely dry, the phone was still ringing.

Fu Chaoying whispered, “Sister, maybe you should answer it.”

Ye Jiayuan walked to the window, tapped the screen a few times, and said, “It’s fine.”

Yet Fu Chaoying was puzzled. The number of people who knew Ye Jiayuan’s private number should be few—why wasn’t she answering despite so many calls?

Ye Jiayuan muted the phone, set it down, and walked straight to the bed. “Sleep?”

Fu Chaoying blinked, then turned away. “I’ll go change into pajamas.”

But before she could take two steps, Ye Jiayuan pulled her into an embrace. “Changing or not makes no difference.”

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together. “It does!”

Ye Jiayuan chuckled. “Oh?”

Fu Chaoying tilted her head and lightly kissed her earlobe, her breath warm and sweet. “Sister, would you like to test how well I’ve learned…?”

Ye Jiayuan had no choice but to release her.

Within minutes, Fu Chaoying emerged wrapped snugly in her pajamas. She walked straight to Ye Jiayuan and gave her a gentle push.

Ye Jiayuan fell back onto the bed, only to see Fu Chaoying lean over her.

Fu Chaoying kissed her lips, fingertips tracing slow circles along the nape of her neck before drifting down to her collarbone.

Then, unhurriedly, she began undoing the restraints.

Deliberate, yet teasing.

A faint smile tugged at Ye Jiayuan’s lips as she murmured, “You learn quickly.”

Fu Chaoying bit her lip and gazed at her. “Which does Sister prefer?”

Ye Jiayuan kept her eyes locked on hers, answering softly, “Whatever you like is fine.”

Fu Chaoying laughed. “Sister always acts so indifferent…”

Then she bent down to kiss her again, alternating between light and deep presses, her tongue tracing lazy circles.

Noticing something different, Fu Chaoying lifted her gaze—only to catch a glimpse of unguarded desire in Ye Jiayuan’s darkened eyes.

Fu Chaoying smiled. “Sister looks so beautiful like this.”

But not beautiful enough.

Her left hand suddenly tightened, and she heard a faint, breathy gasp.

Fu Chaoying slid both hands upward, leaning in to kiss her lips again. “Do you like it, Sister…?”

“Mmm…” The single syllable stretched longer than intended.

Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but grin before releasing her lips and trailing downward. She kissed her collarbone, licking lightly, then grazing with her teeth before sucking hard.

Two points of pressure at once.

Another sweet sound escaped Ye Jiayuan’s throat, and Fu Chaoying thought it was about time—but just as she was about to move lower, a knock sounded at the door.

Fu Chaoying froze, cleared her throat, and called out, “Who is it?”

“Xiao Ying, it’s me.”

Fu Chaohua’s voice, quiet and hesitant.

“It’s my sister,” Fu Chaoying murmured, glancing at Ye Jiayuan before slipping off the bed.

Ye Jiayuan leisurely adjusted her clothes and smoothly retreated into the bathroom.

Watching her practiced movements, Fu Chaoying felt an inexplicable pang of loss. Only when her breathing steadied did she turn off the light and open the door.

“Sis? I was almost asleep,” Fu Chaoying said, yawning naturally.

Fu Chaohua looked apologetic. “I wanted to talk. Is this a bad time?”

She rarely sought heart-to-heart conversations and even more rarely showed vulnerability—Fu Chaoying couldn’t refuse.

Guessing what her cousin wanted to discuss, Fu Chaoying smiled. “Let’s go to your room, then? Mine’s a mess.”

Fu Chaohua glanced inside, noting the darkness, and didn’t pry. She simply nodded.

Fu Chaoying followed her cousin to her room, exhaling softly, almost imperceptibly.

Fu Chaohua naturally steered the conversation toward matters of the heart—with graduation going smoothly and job offers secured, there were no real worries left.

The only trouble was romance—specifically, the emotional entanglement with Dong Muyu.

Fu Chaohua handed her a bottle of cola. “You’ve noticed what’s going on between Muyu and me, haven’t you?”

Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sis, it’s pretty obvious.”

“Also, that time we were mixing drinks together, you let slip a little something when you were tipsy.”

“Putting it all together, your story probably goes like this—she had a crush on you in college, but you didn’t feel the same back then. Or maybe you just didn’t realize your own feelings for her.”

“And then later, you ended up developing feelings for her?”

Fu Chaohua paused briefly before laughing. “How do you know so much?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head with a soft laugh. “You were really upset back then. You even said you might never get another chance with her.”

“But look at you two now—seems like fate had other plans, huh?”

A hint of shyness flickered in Fu Chaohua’s eyes, her cheeks tinged pink.

“I really like her. I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before.”

Fu Chaoying suddenly recalled something and teased, “I remember you had a thing for an older girl in your sophomore year. You even said you were an ‘older sister enthusiast’—that you’d only ever fall for someone older…”

Fu Chaohua winced at the memory. “That was just youthful infatuation. I only admired her back then.”

Fu Chaoying burst into laughter. “Ah, youth—when you didn’t yet know the appeal of dating younger, right?”

Fu Chaohua seemed to consider this before nodding slightly.

Fu Chaoying leaned in curiously. “So, how far have you two gotten?”

Fu Chaohua hesitated, fidgeting before finally admitting, “We made plans to watch a movie together back at Nanda.”

…While her cousin was still in the pure romance phase, she and Ye Jiayuan had already hit the fast lane.

A sudden pang of guilt struck Fu Chaoying. “Then… you’re probably close.”

Fu Chaohua’s eyes brightened. “Really? I wasn’t sure.”

Fu Chaoying nodded emphatically. “If she had zero interest in you, she wouldn’t have agreed to your invitation.”

Fu Chaohua then pulled her into a deep dive on every little detail, even pulling up chat logs for analysis.

Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but laugh—her cousin still acted like a lovestruck undergrad. Naive and pure-hearted. Maybe that was the upside of living in an ivory tower for so long.

She earnestly dissected every possibility with her, growing more animated as the night wore on. By the time she snapped out of it, it was already 2 a.m.

Suddenly remembering Ye Jiayuan, Fu Chaoying hastily yawned and stood up. “I should head to bed, sis. Let’s talk more next time.”

When she returned to her room and flicked on the light, the bed was empty.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together, grabbing her phone to see a message from Ye Jiayuan: [Went back to my room. Goodnight.]

Sent at midnight.

Guilt washed over her—she’d kept Ye Jiayuan waiting until midnight…

Her fingers tapped lightly on the screen: [Sorry TT Goodnight—]

But even after replying, sleep eluded her.

Ye Jiayuan was leaving for a business trip tomorrow, and she and her cousin would be departing Hong Kong the day after.

Another stretch of long-distance with Ye Jiayuan was about to begin.

The next morning, Fu Chaoying rushed straight to the living room sofa and grabbed a teacup to gulp down, only to hear Ye Jiayuan clear her throat.

Fu Chaoying blinked. “What’s up, Jiayuan-jie?”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze dropped to the cup in her hand. “That’s mine.”

Fu Chaoying froze instantly, only to hear Chu Yiyun’s hearty laughter behind her, followed by the words: “We’re all sisters here, no worries.”

Chu Yiyun seemed to have another thought and sat down beside Ye Jiayuan, asking, “What, does your girlfriend mind?”

Ye Jiayuan glanced subtly at Fu Chaoying and replied calmly, “She doesn’t.”

Chu Yiyun’s expression turned serious, “That won’t do! How can your girlfriend not mind at all? Does she not like you?”

Fu Chaoying’s eyes curved into a smile as she listened to their conversation, finding it quite amusing.

Ye Jiayuan sighed helplessly and handed a new teacup to Fu Chaoying, “So should she mind or not?”

Realizing the flaw in her logic, Chu Yiyun slapped her thigh, “Forget I asked.”

Fu Chaohua emerged from the bedroom, yawning, “Morning.”

Chu Yiyun busied herself arranging breakfast for everyone and reminded Ye Jiayuan to eat more, “Pack some for the flight later.”

“Jiayuan-jie is going on a business trip?” Fu Chaohua asked in surprise.

Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly, “There’s an issue with the charity event there that requires my attention.”

Fu Chaoying immediately looked up, asking, “Is it serious?”

Ye Jiayuan met her gaze directly and shook her head, “Just a minor issue.”

Chu Yiyun explained with a smile, “Don’t scare Xiaoying, it’s just routine talks with the local officials.”

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved into a smile, “That’s good then.”

After breakfast, Fu Chaoying mentioned going out but was stopped by Chu Yiyun, “Xiaohua and I are heading out too, we made plans with Xiaoyu yesterday.”

Fu Chaoying agreed, but her gaze drifted toward Ye Jiayuan sitting on the sofa.

She walked over to the sofa, “What time are you leaving, Jiayuan-jie?”

Ye Jiayuan looked up at her, “I’ll go with you all.”

Their eyes met, and Fu Chaoying found herself lost in those deep eyes, searching for any trace of reluctance.

After a long moment, Fu Chaoying gave up, only to feel Ye Jiayuan’s hand gently covering hers.

Startled, she heard Ye Jiayuan whisper, “No one’s watching.”

Chu Yiyun had gone upstairs at some point, while Fu Chaohua was still doing her makeup.

Fu Chaoying instantly felt at ease. She gently hooked her pinky finger around Ye Jiayuan’s and stood up, leading her toward the balcony.

Ye Jiayuan lowered her gaze to Fu Chaoying’s fingertips, a smile playing at the corners of her eyes as she let herself be pulled deeper into the balcony.

Just as Fu Chaoying was about to turn and embrace her, Ye Jiayuan guided her to the side instead.

Fu Chaoying blinked in surprise before realizing there was a hidden door there.

She was led inside by Ye Jiayuan. “This door is so convenient.”

Ye Jiayuan chuckled. “Convenient for what?”

Fu Chaoying sat on her lap, looping her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck. She stared intently into her eyes, her breath warm against Ye Jiayuan’s lips as she whispered, “Convenient… for sneaking around.”

Ye Jiayuan’s fingers trembled slightly, but Fu Chaoying caught them, guiding them along her body.

This was the first time Fu Chaoying had taken the initiative—just as they were about to part.

As Ye Jiayuan’s fingers trailed slowly under her guidance, she accidentally brushed against something, eliciting a soft gasp from Fu Chaoying.

“Hurry, sister,” Fu Chaoying murmured before pressing a tender kiss to her lips, as if reluctant to let go.