On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 4: Last Night's Warmth

The heavy rain last night seemed to mark the end of the long, bitter winter. Outside the window, tulips bloomed vibrantly—spring had truly arrived.

Fu Chaoying sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping porridge, her calm expression tinged with subtle satisfaction.

Aunt Wu, afraid of touching on painful memories, swallowed her words of comfort and instead remarked with a smile, “It’s been years since I last saw Miss Jiayuan. She’s still as beautiful as ever.”

“How many years?” Fu Chaoying turned to look at her.

“Three.”

Fu Chaoying fell into thought. It seemed that ever since she and Ye Yi’an got together, Ye Jiayuan had stopped visiting the Fu residence.

Not just Aunt Wu—even she had seen Ye Jiayuan only a handful of times.

Then again, with the passing of the Ye family elders and her own move away from the main estate, only her aunt’s family remained there.

Besides, Ye Jiayuan had always been busy.

Aunt Wu chattered on about how considerate and gentle Ye Jiayuan had been the night before, subtly hinting that Fu Chaoying should spend more time with her.

A flicker of mischief passed through Fu Chaoying’s eyes. Of course she would spend more time with Ye Jiayuan—after all, she still needed to do some interesting things with her.

Otherwise, life would be far too dull.

After breakfast, Fu Chaoying left to negotiate with Ye Yi’an.

She cut straight to the point, presenting documents related to the financial affairs of the Chaoying Art Gallery.

Ye Yi’an looked up abruptly, surprise and shock flashing in her eyes. “When did you investigate this?”

“Ye Yi’an, I suspected you were cheating a long time ago,” Fu Chaoying said calmly, as if stating an irrelevant fact.

Without waiting for a reaction, she handed the matter over to Shen Guannan to discuss with her.

With the evidence laid bare, Ye Yi’an’s attitude naturally softened. She promised to settle the back taxes in accordance with regulations.

Fu Chaoying then proceeded to discuss the follow-up, including the transfer of the gallery’s legal representative and equity adjustments after the taxes were paid and the accounts cleared.

This was the clause she cared about most.

She didn’t want the agency rights of her works in someone else’s hands.

The negotiation proceeded surprisingly smoothly.

“And one more thing,” Fu Chaoying spoke slowly, her tone calm. “You can’t take on any new endorsements related to apparel categories in the future, nor can you renew existing contracts.”

The smile on Ye Yi’an’s lips froze instantly.

She thought of A-Ying’s recent discussions with a high-end evening wear brand about a collaboration and suddenly understood—

Was A-Ying even going to strip away the slim chance of her wearing the dresses she designed?

Ye Yi’an took a deep breath. “Fine.”

Without even looking, Fu Chaoying knew exactly how terrible Ye Yi’an’s expression must be right now—among all her endorsements, apparel made up the largest portion, and it was also the main source of her endorsement income.

With the terms settled, the lawyers from both sides went to another private room to finalize the agreement.

Fu Chaoying stood up, intending to read in the common area, when a low voice came from behind her. “A-Ying.”

Ye Yi’an’s voice was usually bright and carefree, but now it was laced with unmistakable bitterness.

Fu Chaoying didn’t turn around, only saying, “My name is Fu Chaoying. Please address me by my full name from now on.”

Ye Yi’an’s gaze darkened abruptly, her voice trembling slightly. “I hold 5% of the shares in Xingye International.”

Based on the average stock price over the past year, that 5% stake was no small sum.

Fu Chaoying paused, waiting for her to continue.

“I’ll give you half of my shares,” Ye Yi’an said, staring at her back, her tone carrying a seriousness she had never shown before.

Ye Yi’an owned 5%—giving half would mean 2.5%.

Fu Chaoying hadn’t expected her to be this generous, and Ye Yi’an hadn’t anticipated Fu Chaoying actually agreeing—

“Fine. What are your conditions?”

Ye Yi’an lowered her eyes, her voice hoarse. “We find an appropriate time to tell our families and the public that we broke up amicably.”

Ye Yi’an knew Fu Chaoying too well—she valued dignity above all and wouldn’t say a word more than necessary in public.

But if her family found out she had wronged Fu Chaoying, she would be finished.

“Sure,” Fu Chaoying replied lightly, as if agreeing to an inconsequential request.

A sharp pain pierced Ye Yi’an’s heart. The fact that she could be so composed now must mean she had gone through a long, exhausting struggle, hadn’t she?

Ye Yi’an’s nose suddenly stung, guilt flooding her chest.

She wanted to look at her again, but Fu Chaoying had already turned and walked toward the courtyard outside the café.

Just as Fu Chaoying was about to reach the door, a hand abruptly seized her wrist.

“A-Ying, if you’re willing to give me one more chance, I swear I won’t let you down,” Ye Yi’an said, her voice filled with unprecedented sincerity and pleading.

“But I don’t want you anymore,” Fu Chaoying said softly, her tone so calm it was as if she were speaking to a stranger.

In all the years Ye Yi’an hadn’t noticed, she had already been given too many chances. She just hadn’t cherished them.

Fu Chaoying pulled her hand free, only for Ye Yi’an to grab it again.

Ye Yi’an knew—if she let go now, she would lose A-Ying forever.

Perhaps, in the near future, A-Ying would belong to someone else, completely and utterly.

Regret and remorse suddenly overwhelmed her.

In truth, she had started regretting it the moment A-Ying told her to “get out” last night.

“Let go.” Fu Chaoying forcefully wrenched her hand away and walked out without looking back.

Her steps never faltered, leaving Ye Yi’an’s choked sobs behind the closed door.

Her gaze drifted to the lush greenery and leaves dancing freely in the wind beyond the glass door.

The early spring was bright and clear, and she suddenly felt that her life should be as radiant and splendid as this fine weather.

It was time to step into the sunlight and see the blooming flowers.

–

Breaking up with Ye Yi’an was like cutting out a malignant tumor.

After signing the agreement, Fu Chaoying spent an entire peaceful afternoon at home.

Staring blankly at the sunset and tulips outside the window, she suddenly felt the urge to paint. But just as she was about to start, her aunt called.

“Xiao Ying, don’t forget—tomorrow is Aunt Chu’s birthday.”

Chu Yiyun was the mother of Ye Jiayuan and Ye Yi’an.

Fu Chaoying obediently agreed but made no move to pick out a gift.

She and Ye Yi’an had “amicably” broken up on their anniversary yesterday, and neither family knew yet.

Naturally, she had no intention of showing up at such an occasion to play along with Ye Yi’an in an unbearably awkward charade.

After the call, Fu Chaoying returned to her desk. The sunset glow had nearly faded, replaced by the deep blue of approaching nightfall.

Her creative mood and inspiration remained intact, completely unaffected.

She flipped the sign outside her studio to “Working,” then turned back to immerse herself in painting.

Once finished, she placed the artwork under warm lighting to examine it carefully, nodding in satisfaction. As she raised her hand to post it on social media, she suddenly remembered she hadn’t blocked Ye Yi’an yet.

Fu Chaoying set Ye Yi’an’s permissions to “Messages Only” before posting the image and caption.

She rarely shared updates, so this post immediately drew messages from friends, classmates, and teachers—some asking when she had learned oil painting, others marveling at how she could paint so beautifully even in oils.

Fu Chaoying didn’t reply. Instead, she tapped the “99+” notification and scrolled through the flood of reactions, her gaze skimming over the sea of profile pictures—

There was no Ye Jiayuan.

Fu Chaoying flipped through the comments again—no trace of her either.

Absentmindedly, Fu Chaoying brushed her fingers over her lips, suddenly recalling last night’s kiss.

The thought made her chuckle. Just a drunken kiss, after all.

She had been out of it, and the other had been caught off guard.

It likely meant nothing.

But that almost dazed look in her eyes…

Had she imagined it?

Fu Chaoying shook her head lightly.

The next day was the birthday banquet for Ye’s mother, Chu Yiyun.

At four in the afternoon, Fu Chaoying apologized to Chu Yiyun, claiming sudden dizziness and that she had called a doctor to her home.

To keep up the act, she really did summon the family physician.

Chu Yiyun, concerned, video-called the doctor for details.

Having worked with the Fu family for years, the doctor naturally provided flawless answers.

When Chu Yiyun suggested sending Ye Yi’an to take care of her, Fu Chaoying firmly yet sweetly declined.

After finally handling the situation, Fu Chaoying finally had a moment to herself, gazing out the window.

The sunlight was just right—not too harsh, yet bright enough for her to read.

She sat quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window with her book.

“Xiao Ying, what would you like for dinner?”

Aunt Wu’s most important task each day was ensuring Fu Chaoying’s meals.

Fu Chaoying smiled. “McDonald’s.”

Aunt Wu, seeing her cheerful expression, readily agreed. “Of course! What would you like?”

Fu Chaoying blinked playfully. “A Happy Meal.”

Aunt Wu paused briefly but still answered gently, “Alright.”

Less than half a minute later, the doorbell rang in the courtyard. Assuming it was her delivery, Fu Chaoying got up to answer.

But standing against the golden hues of the sunset was Ye Jiayuan.

Dressed in casual blue, she looked warmer than usual compared to her typical black formal attire.

Yet her gaze remained as indifferent as ever, as if last night had been nothing more than an accident.

Fu Chaoying’s breath hitched. Shouldn’t she be at her mother’s birthday banquet right now?

“Xiao Ying.”

The moment Ye Jiayuan spoke, Fu Chaoying instinctively raised a hand to her forehead, feigning feverish dizziness. “Jia… Jiayuan-jie, what brings you here?”

Before she could finish, Ye Jiayuan reached out and touched her.

Fu Chaoying flinched slightly but couldn’t avoid her checking her temperature.

The moment their fingers made contact, her heartbeat quickened.

“If you’re not actually unwell, come back to the estate with me.” Ye Jiayuan’s voice remained cool, leaving no room for refusal.

Fu Chaoying immediately understood—there was only one possible reason for Ye Jiayuan’s sudden visit.

Both families must have learned about her breakup with Ye Yi’an, deducing the real reason for her absence today.

So sending Ye Jiayuan to fetch her made perfect sense.

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod at her deduction, a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of amusement in her eyes.

Wasn’t Ye Yi’an a professional actor? His acting was terrible… Fu Chaoying grumbled inwardly.

Just as she turned to inform Aunt Wu, she heard—

“Your Happy Meal is here?”

Without missing a beat, Fu Chaoying replied, “It’s Jiayuan-jie. I’m heading to the Ye family with her.”

Ye Jiayuan gave Aunt Wu a brief nod before turning to the car.

The same Bentley with the aviation seats.

Ye Jiayuan seemed busy, reviewing documents and replying to messages the entire ride.

It reminded Fu Chaoying of their childhood visits to the Ye household—Ye Jiayuan had always been buried in books, never joining their games.

But last night, they had shared such an intimate moment.

Yet the Ye Jiayuan now was a world apart from the woman of last night—composed, unreadable, as if nothing had happened.

As if the tenderness of last night had been just a dream.

Fu Chaoyin pressed her lips together and closed her eyes to rest.

But within seconds, she suddenly spoke up, “Still fond of kids’ meals?”

Fu Chaoyin’s eyes flew open, slightly embarrassed yet unabashed, “I wanted to try reliving my childhood.”

She turned her head to gaze at the setting sun outside the window.

She understood—life was an endless journey westward, where the final destination was “stepping beyond the frontier with no old friends left.”[

So she kept pausing—lingering in the house she lived in as a child, clinging to childhood tastes—as if doing so could freeze time in those early years.

Ye Jiayuan remained silent for a long moment. Fu Chaoyin thought she probably couldn’t comprehend such childish whims.

With little expectation, Fu Chaoyin curved her lips into a faint smile—only to hear her murmur softly—

“I remember you loved Pizza Hut as a kid.”

Not McDonald’s.

Fu Chaoyin froze momentarily before chuckling lightly, “Jiayuan-jie has such a good memory.”

Such a trivial detail, yet she remembered.

“Pizza Hut is too far now.”

Fu Chaoyin said quietly, her tone tinged with nostalgia.

Ye Jiayuan didn’t respond.

Yet Fu Chaoyin couldn’t help glancing at her again, her gaze brushing over those lips—suddenly recalling last night’s kiss.

Just then, Ye Jiayuan turned her head abruptly. Before Fu Chaoyin could withdraw her gaze, those crimson lips parted:

“Why the switch to oil painting?”

“Jiayuan-jie saw my social media post?”

Before hearing the answer, an inexplicable flicker of joy stirred in Fu Chaoyin’s chest—yet confusion followed.

If she had seen it, why hadn’t she liked it?