On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 38: The Study

Fu Chaoying’s voice lingered in Ye Jiayuan’s ears, the faintest hint of temptation lacing her words.

Fireworks seemed to explode in Ye Jiayuan’s mind.

Her mouth was already being invaded. Ye Jiayuan cupped the back of Fu Chaoying’s neck, her thumb stroking the delicate skin there as she deepened the kiss.

Their lips and tongues tangled, the wet sounds of their passion filling the air. Fu Chaoying melted under her touch, clinging weakly to her shoulders.

Her tongue grew numb from Ye Jiayuan’s relentless teasing, her entire body burning hotter. Ye Jiayuan’s fingers lightly pinched through the fabric.

She no longer needed guidance. Fu Chaoying tried to move her own hand, but Ye Jiayuan gently trapped it between her thighs.

A helpless moan escaped Fu Chaoying’s lips, only for Ye Jiayuan to release her moments later—both her hand and her lips.

When Fu Chaoying slowly opened her eyes, a silvery thread still connected their mouths.

Ye Jiayuan gazed into her misty eyes before lowering her head to lick Fu Chaoying’s swollen lips.

“There’s plenty of time,” Ye Jiayuan said, her expression and voice as cool and composed as ever—as if she hadn’t just been the one losing control.

Fu Chaoying’s throat bobbed, her heartbeat erratic. She buried her face in Ye Jiayuan’s neck to steady her breathing, her voice soft and sweet. “Then… you have to remember to miss me.”

A complicated emotion flickered in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes, and for a moment, she didn’t respond.

When Fu Chaoying didn’t get an answer, she tugged lightly at Ye Jiayuan’s sleeve. “Sister?”

A hint of grievance colored her voice.

Ye Jiayuan let out a quiet laugh. “Mm.”

“It’s only a few days,” she added.

The weekend would come again in three days.

But Fu Chaoying wasn’t satisfied. She kept tugging at her sleeve. “But we won’t see each other for three whole days. You won’t be able to hold me, kiss me, or… sleep with me.”

Her voice grew quieter at the word “sleep,” as if shy—or perhaps hopeful.

Ye Jiayuan nudged her nose playfully against Fu Chaoying’s. “Now you’re getting shy?”

Fu Chaoying’s cheeks warmed. She pressed her lips together, but Ye Jiayuan caught them again. “Hm?”

Her voice was low and seductive, laced with unmistakable fondness.

Fu Chaoying was teased to the point of unbearable itchiness. She lightly licked her lips and stared at her with wide eyes: “Which version of me does sister like best?”

“Every version is good, every version is adorable.”

Realizing she had deftly avoided the word “like,” Fu Chaoying felt a slight pang of disappointment in her heart.

Ye Jiayuan never said she liked her—perhaps she hadn’t developed feelings yet. This response now felt more like flirtation than sincerity.

Sometimes, lust and love could exist separately.

Fu Chaoying’s heart ached faintly, but then Ye Jiayuan gently tapped her nose and asked, “Not satisfied with that answer?”

As if seeing through her thoughts yet deliberately leaving them unspoken.

Fu Chaoying shook her head but stayed silent.

Ye Jiayuan might not have understood her turmoil, mistaking it for reluctance to part.

Softly clasping her hand, fingers intertwining, she said, “I can return to Nanyan by Friday night at the earliest.”

“Okay, let’s go out now.” Fu Chaoying nodded lightly, rising from her lap and turning toward the balcony.

But suddenly, her wrist was seized, and in the blink of an eye, she was pulled back into Ye Jiayuan’s embrace.

Caught off guard, Fu Chaoying fell onto her lap again. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart, then lifted her gaze gently. “What’s wrong, sister?”

Only to be met with those deep, fathomless eyes before hearing her say, “I… sometimes struggle to read your emotions.”

“If I’ve done anything wrong, you can tell me.”

Fu Chaoying’s heart felt enveloped in a warm haze—indescribably comforted and at ease.

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s waist, nestling into her embrace, and asked softly, “What kind of girls did sister like before?”

Ye Jiayuan tilted her head slightly, silent for a long moment before answering, “Hard to say. It was more about the feeling.”

Fu Chaoying pressed further, “Was it love at first sight or something that grew over time?”

Her tone carried a faint probe, and Ye Jiayuan understood immediately. “More like the latter.”

So, Ye Jiayuan had indeed had someone else in her heart before. But her familiar pattern was gradual affection—exactly the state they were in now: “cultivating feelings.”

Fu Chaoying wasn’t jealous. A faint smile curled her lips as she teased, “No wonder sister is such a high achiever.”

At this topic, Ye Jiayuan deflected. “You and… her—didn’t you ever…?”

Hearing the hesitation in her question, Fu Chaoying’s heart stirred. She suddenly remembered this was the same question Ye Jiayuan had asked during their first intimate moment.

Fu Chaoying fell silent briefly, images flashing through her mind. Resolved, she took two steadying breaths before speaking. “She was asexual.”

Ye Jiayuan froze momentarily, then tightened her hold around Fu Chaoying’s waist slightly.

Receiving no response, Fu Chaoying slowly looked up—only for Ye Jiayuan to press a kiss to her forehead.

Tender and reassuring.

A smile tugged at Fu Chaoying’s lips, but before she could speak, Ye Jiayuan sealed them with another kiss.

This one carried a domineering possessiveness.

Fu Chaoying pushed lightly at her shoulders, this time managing to create some distance. Yet Ye Jiayuan still hovered close, murmuring hoarsely against her lips, “Wait for me in Nanyan.”

Ye Jiayuan’s breathing was uneven, her eyes darkened with unmistakable desire.

Meeting that gaze, Fu Chaoying’s heart trembled violently. She let out a soft “Mm” in agreement.

Ye Jiayuan’s fingertips brushed her flushed lips, gently wiping away the moisture.

Her fingertips moved with a gentle, deliberate slowness, lightly plucking at the strings of Fu Chaoying’s heart.

The moment her fingers withdrew, Fu Chaoying jolted upright as if struck by an electric shock.

“I… I’ll head out first.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a soft hum in response, her gaze lingering on the retreating figure heading toward the balcony.

Not long after, faint murmurs of conversation drifted in from outside the door, yet Ye Jiayuan remained seated on the bed, lifting a hand to lightly brush her lips, lost in thought.

Her eyes brimmed with complex emotions.

By the time Fu Chaohua finished her makeup and emerged, Fu Chaoying went to knock on Ye Jiayuan’s door. “Jiayuan-jie, we can leave now.”

Ye Jiayuan soon stepped out with her suitcase, her gaze naturally lingering on Fu Chaoying’s face before giving her a slight nod.

When their eyes met, Fu Chaoying’s heart skipped a beat. Then, hearing Ye Jiayuan’s quiet reminder—“Let’s go”—she turned to follow, naturally falling into step beside Fu Chaohua while stealing glances at her from the corner of her eye.

When they reached the underground garage, the driver and assistant were already waiting. Ye Jiayuan walked straight toward them.

Fu Chaoying quickly waved goodbye. “Safe travels, Jiayuan-jie!”

Fu Chaohua and Chu Yiyun echoed the sentiment.

Standing beside the car, Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly. “Goodbye.”

Fu Chaoying watched her get into the car, watched her figure disappear from sight, and suddenly felt an ache in her chest.

Since they were in a long-distance relationship, goodbyes were inevitable.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Fu Chaoying naturally moved to the passenger seat and got in with Chu Yiyun and Fu Chaohua.

Noticing her subdued mood, Fu Chaohua steered the conversation toward herself, giving Fu Chaoying some peace. She closed her eyes, resting for the remainder of the ride.

Their meeting spot with Dong Muyu was relatively close, so the driver dropped them off first.

After they got out, Fu Chaoying’s gaze drifted to the blue sky outside the window.

At least the weather was nice today—otherwise, her heart might have remained tethered to Ye Jiayuan, soon to be soaring through the clouds.

She had to admit it: she missed her already. Terribly.

Perhaps the intense closeness after so much time apart had only deepened this reluctance to let go.

The vibration of her phone in her bag snapped her out of her thoughts. Unlocking the screen, she saw a message from Ye Jiayuan waiting quietly in their WeChat chat:

I’ll miss you.

A smile tugged at Fu Chaoying’s lips, one she couldn’t suppress no matter how hard she tried.

By the time she arrived at the art exhibition, her mood had lifted considerably. As she moved from one painting to the next, recognizing many familiar artists, the curve of her lips only grew more pronounced.

The good mood carried on.

The negotiations went smoothly.

During lunch, the other party kept praising, saying that many people in Hong Kong now appreciate traditional Chinese painting—Chinese style has become a trend, and they look forward to more traditional Chinese paintings being exhibited at the Hong Kong Art Museum.

However, some formalities still needed to be completed, so both parties agreed to sign the contract next week.

After dinner, Fu Chaoying met up with Fu Chaohua, Dong Muyu, and Chu Yiyun at the designated location.

Fu Chaoying’s good mood instantly crumbled when she noticed the subtle sweetness between Dong Muyu and Fu Chaohua. She quickly took a few sips of Hong Kong-style milk tea to soothe herself.

Once she had composed herself, she teamed up with Chu Yiyun to encourage the two to have a private dinner together.

Fu Chaoying had dinner with Chu Yiyun. Looking at her face, which bore some resemblance to Ye Jiayuan’s, she couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.

The next morning, the group returned to Nanyan together.

Back in her hometown, Fu Chaoying was immediately swamped with work, finally pushing thoughts of Ye Jiayuan to the back of her mind.

The two maintained their previous dynamic, not interfering with each other’s work and only occasionally exchanging messages during their free time.

The collaboration between Fu Chaoying and Dong Muyu progressed steadily, gradually keeping them busier.

Though the timeline wasn’t too tight, Fu Chaoying’s high standards for herself often led to overtime. By the time she realized it, it was already late at night.

Ye Jiayuan, of course, was already asleep, leaving only a message in the chat: “Good night, rest early.”

Fu Chaoying replied with a sticker. Exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The next morning—finally Friday.

Fu Chaoying still hadn’t received Ye Jiayuan’s flight details and didn’t know if she would come today.

But she was in a good mood anyway and bought herself a sweet Frappuccino.

On the cup was a lyric: “My heart feels like it’s riding a jet.” [1]

Fu Chaoying snapped a photo and sent it to Ye Jiayuan: “Good morning, sis~”

Ye Jiayuan replied quickly: “Is that a lyric from ‘Love-ing’?”

Fu Chaoying blinked, then sent a voice message: “You’ve heard it too?”

Ye Jiayuan: “I just looked it up.”

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together. Of course she had.

A couple of seconds later, another message came through: “Is it nice?”

Fu Chaoying tapped lightly on the screen: “It’s alright. Mostly conveys the sweetness of being in love.”

There was no reply for a long while. Fu Chaoying took a few sips and started working.

She didn’t ask outright whether Ye Jiayuan was coming tonight—she had to play it cool.

That was the conclusion she’d reached after reflecting since returning to Nanyan.

Ye Jiayuan was naturally reserved and composed, while she…

Fu Chaoying thought of certain scenes and quickly shook her head, pressing her cold hands to her cheeks to cool the rising warmth.

During lunch break, her friend Shen Guannan messaged her to unwind in the evening.

Fu Chaoying hesitated before replying: “Might not be free tonight.”

Shen Guannan assumed she was working overtime and didn’t press further.

Fu Chaoying followed her routine—work, then clock out. Even the traffic jam on her way home didn’t dampen her inexplicably cheerful mood.

After parking, she hurried inside but didn’t see any sign of Ye Jiayuan.

Or Aunt Wu.

A thought crossed her mind. She went upstairs, checked the master bedroom, knocked on the guest room, then searched the study, balcony, and elsewhere—only to confirm that Ye Jiayuan really hadn’t returned.

Maybe it was still too early.

After finishing dinner at home, Fu Chaoying declined Aunt Wu’s invitation for an evening walk. She simply lounged on the living room sofa, absentmindedly watching variety shows.

Aunt Wu looked surprised. “Xiao Ying, no overtime work or going out tonight?”

Fu Chaoying gave her a faint smile. “Just keeping you company.”

She then pulled Aunt Wu to sit beside her and handed over the remote. “Let’s watch whatever drama you’ve been following recently.”

Aunt Wu switched to CCTV-8. “You probably won’t like this.”

Fu Chaoying chuckled lightly. “This is fine.”

What they watched didn’t matter—to her, it was all the same anyway.

Her mind wasn’t on the show regardless.

But the person she was waiting for never came. Eventually, Fu Chaoying sent a message: [When will you arrive in Nanyan, sis?]

The reply came after a long pause: [Sorry, there’s been an issue here. Still dealing with it.]

Fu Chaoying’s gaze lingered on the word “sorry.” Pressing her lips together, she replied: [Okay, focus on your work, sis.]

By nine o’clock, Fu Chaoying went upstairs to shower and prepare for bed.

Before sleeping, she considered video-calling Ye Jiayuan but worried about disturbing her work.

Staring at their chat history, she couldn’t help feeling frustrated—her boundaries seemed too rigid. She could have asked: [What’s the issue, sis? Is it serious?]

Ye Jia hadn’t explained, and she’d tactfully refrained from probing.

Even though they’d shared the most intimate moments in Hong Kong, it now felt like a fleeting dream.

Lost in thought, Fu Chaoying finally typed: [Are you working overtime, sis?]

No response came.

She sighed almost imperceptibly and turned off the reading light.

Lying in bed with closed eyes, her mind remained restless.

After a while, her phone rang—the special ringtone she’d set for Ye Jiayuan.

Fu Chaoying flipped the phone over and saw the incoming video call. With a light tap, she answered immediately.

“Xiao Ying.”

Ye Jiayuan appeared against a hotel backdrop, wearing long-sleeved pajamas with the top two buttons undone, revealing fair skin.

“Sis.” Fu Chaoying subtly averted her gaze before switching on the light. “What’s up?”

With proper lighting, Ye Jiayuan could finally see her face clearly and smiled faintly. “Just finished work. Thought you needed something.”

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and countered, “Do I need a reason to call you?”

Her tone carried a hint of unmistakable grievance.

Ye Jiayuan shook her head, pausing before saying, “That was just an excuse.”

Fu Chaoying’s heartbeat quickened at her words. “Hmm?”

“The reason I called…” Ye Jiayuan deliberately drew out the sentence, piquing Fu Chaoying’s curiosity.

Unable to wait, Fu Chaoying blurted, “What is it?”

Seeing her slightly anxious expression, Ye Jiayuan chuckled. “Because I missed you.”

Her voice held a gentle warmth.

Fu Chaoying couldn’t suppress her smile. “You’re being so sweet.”

A flicker of amusement passed through Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as she gazed at her. “My sweet one is sweeter.”

The endearment was intimate, yet her expression remained composed.

Fu Chaoying blinked lightly when she heard her add, “Waiting so obediently for me.”

With pursed lips, Fu Chaoying retorted, “I wasn’t obediently waiting. I just got back from hanging out with friends.”

“Which friends?”

Fu Chaoying fabricated, “Guannan-jie, of course.”

She deliberately emphasized the word “jie” (older sister).

Ye Jiayuan gazed at her with a faintly amused expression and said softly, “You have so many sisters.”

Fu Chaoying nodded lightly. “Since our sister isn’t here, I had to go play with other sisters.”

Ye Jiayuan’s expression remained unchanged as she asked calmly, “What did you play?”

Fu Chaoying began fabricating wildly—spas, shopping, all sorts of things.

Ye Jiayuan gave a quiet hum and smoothly changed the subject. “What about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow…” Fu Chaoying thought for a moment, then smiled. “Which sister should I play with…? Sister Xiaohua, Sister Muyu, or Sister Guannan…?” She blinked. “Sister Guannan should be free, and she’s single with no ambiguous relationships—perfect.”

Just as Fu Chaoying was enthusiastically spinning her tale, she was rewarded with Ye Jiayuan’s low voice calling, “Fu Chaoying.”

“Yes!” Fu Chaoying answered sweetly. “What is it, Jiayuan-jie?”

Ye Jiayuan sighed helplessly. “I’ll be arriving in Nanyan tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh.” Fu Chaoying responded lightly. “Then I’ll come back after lunch~”

Ye Jiayuan’s deep gaze lingered on her neck. “Mm, see you tomorrow.”

Noticing her stare, Fu Chaoying instinctively shrank her neck slightly.

Suddenly, she recalled Ye Jiayuan’s words—“Wait until I return to Nanyan”—and the look in her eyes when she’d said it.

Fu Chaoying’s heart pounded like a drum as she hastily bid goodnight and hung up.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d pay for her provocation.

Remembering that first night, Ye Jiayuan’s… unrestrained, accelerating movements.

A faint shiver ran through Fu Chaoying, yet she couldn’t help but anticipate.

And besides… she hadn’t fully counterattacked yet.

Images flashed through Fu Chaoying’s mind, leaving her wide awake. She got up and threw herself into studying.

But as she studied, she grew restless.

Fu Chaoying sighed softly, thought of an unopened toy, then shook her head.

Trembling, she finished by two in the morning.

After showering, she sank into a deep sleep—so deep that when she finally woke, she barely registered the figure sitting by the window.

Startled, she blinked her eyes open and realized it was Ye Jiayuan.

The familiar, faint scent of magnolia filled her nose. “Jiejie…” she murmured, her voice still husky from sleep.

Ye Jiayuan lifted her gaze, her dark eyes unreadable.

Fu Chaoying met them for a second before scrambling out of bed. “Jiejie, wait here—I’ll go wash up,” she said hurriedly before darting away.

Watching her flustered retreat, a faint smile flickered in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes.

Fu Chaoying’s heart pounded as she clutched her toothbrush, fingers trembling slightly.

Only now did it occur to her—why was Ye Jiayuan here so early? Was it because of last night?

Before she could dwell on it, a quiet voice drifted from behind her. “You slept until eleven. Weren’t we supposed to go out?”

Fu Chaoying caught her reflection in the mirror and quickly looked away. “I stayed up too late. Honestly, I should’ve just waited for you at home.”

Ye Jiayuan shook her head at the blatant lie—that wasn’t what she’d said last night.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around her from behind, lips brushing her neck. Soft hands cupped and kneaded gently, making Fu Chaoying shiver.

Days of longing poured out in that moment. She tilted her head, yielding to the kisses.

The teasing touch sent her pulse racing. “Jiejie…” she gasped, breathless.

Ye Jiayuan hummed in response, then pulled away. “Eat first.”

Fu Chaoying’s mind spun—was she worried she’d be hungry, or was this a game?

She rushed through her skincare routine and hurried downstairs.

Slurping noodles in silence, she listened as Aunt Wu chatted cheerfully with Ye Jiayuan.

Between bites, Fu Chaoying feigned nonchalance. “Jiejie, when did you get here?”

“Half past ten,” Ye Jiayuan replied evenly.

Aunt Wu chimed in, “I was about to wake you, but Xiao Yuan arrived just in time.”

Fu Chaoying smiled faintly as Aunt Wu added, “She’s always listened to you the most, ever since she was little.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, her gaze flickering toward Fu Chaoying. “Is that so?”

Fu Chaoying ducked her head, draining the last of her soup with a contented sigh.

“What are your plans for this afternoon, Jiejie?”

“Nothing yet.”

Aunt Wu beamed. “You youngsters should go out and have fun!”

“Xiao Ying probably knows all the best spots,” Ye Jiayuan said, her eyes lingering on Fu Chaoying.

Fu Chaoying hesitated, only for Aunt Wu to sigh. “She’s always working overtime—no time for fun!”

Laughing awkwardly, Fu Chaoying admitted, “Yeah, it’s been a busy week.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a quiet hum.

Fu Chaoying quickly offered, “Do you want to catch a movie, Jiejie?”

Ye Jiayuan shook her head.

Before Fu Chaoying could react, she added, “Let’s see your new work instead.”

Meaning they’d stay in.

Nodding obediently, Fu Chaoying led her upstairs to the studio after breakfast.

When they reached the studio door, Fu Chaoying suddenly remembered, “Sister, where’s your suitcase?”

Ye Jiayuan replied calmly, “My mom knows I’m back.”

So she wouldn’t be staying the night.

Fu Chaoying froze for a moment before gently tugging at her sleeve, standing on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Sister, I’m sorry.”

Ye Jiayuan pinched her waist in punishment. “Now you realize you were wrong?”

Fu Chaoying wrapped her arms around her neck, lifting a leg to hook around her as she nuzzled against her collarbone, cooing, “Sister… I didn’t know you weren’t staying over tonight.”

Ye Jiayuan held her steady, not moving, just gazing at her before asking softly, “Where should we go now?”

Stuck at the studio entrance, caught between staying and leaving, Fu Chaoying blinked playfully and lightly squeezed her waist. “Wherever sister wants to go.”

The consequence of leaving the choice to Ye Jiayuan was being swiftly carried into the study.

Wait… the study?

Fu Chaoying blinked in confusion, murmuring, “Sister, do you still have work to do?”

But then she watched as Ye Jiayuan locked the door behind them, and her heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, she was gently placed on the desk.

Ye Jiayuan caged her between her arms, leaning close enough for her breath to ghost over Fu Chaoying’s lips. “I remember you liking this position.”

Her cool voice dripped with seduction.

And those predatory eyes seemed ready to devour her whole.