On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 40: Wife
Ye Jiayuan remained unruffled. “I was working late and stepped out to the balcony for some air.”
Ye Yi’an inexplicably let out a sigh of relief before grinning. “Don’t overwork yourself, sis. You should balance work and rest.”
Then, with a teasing lilt, she added, “Spend some quality time with your wife—relax a little.”
Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod. “Have a safe trip.”
“Alright, bye, sis!”
As she watched Ye Yi’an wheel her suitcase downstairs, a complex emotion flickered in Ye Jiayuan’s gaze. It was a long while before she finally looked away.
–
Early the next morning, Fu Chaoying slowly woke up, finding the space beside her naturally empty.
After freshening up and heading downstairs, she breathed a quiet sigh of relief when she didn’t see that annoying figure around.
Chu Yiyun remarked casually, “Yi’an is really dedicated to her career these days—she left early this morning!”
Fu Anjun teased, “Well, she’s grown up after all!”
Chu Yiyun chatted with her for a bit longer before smoothly steering the conversation elsewhere.
Fu Chaoying ate her breakfast in silence, only occasionally exchanging subtle glances with Ye Jiayuan.
After breakfast, Chu Yiyun suggested playing cards again.
Ye Jiayuan politely declined.
Chu Yiyun then came up with another idea, “How about we go shopping?”
Ye Jiayuan declined again.
Fu Chaoying’s mind raced, but before she could think of an excuse, she heard Ye Jiayuan say, “I have a business meeting scheduled for today.”
Chu Yiyun nodded and patted her shoulder lightly. “Don’t overwork yourself, Xiao Yuan.”
“Your sister mentioned she ran into you this morning before you’d even slept and immediately messaged me, asking me to remind you not to push yourself too hard.”
Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Fu Chaoying caught the key detail and glanced at Ye Jiayuan discreetly, wondering if she had crossed paths with Ye Yi’an when leaving earlier.
Pursing her lips, Fu Chaoying spoke up as well, “Auntie, there’s a minor issue with Senior Dong’s project, so I need to head back to work overtime.”
Chu Yiyun sighed at her too. “You’re the same, Xiao Ying.”
Fu Anjun chimed in, “You young people shouldn’t push yourselves so hard just because you’re in good health.”
“Make sure to balance work and rest, alright?”
Fu Chaoying smiled faintly and nodded. “Got it, Auntie.”
The assistant had already brought down the luggage. Ye Jiayuan gave Chu Yiyun and Fu Anjun a nod. “I’ll take my leave now.”
Then, she turned naturally to Fu Chaoying. “I can give you a ride.”
Fu Chaoying responded obediently, “Thank you, Jiayuan-jie.”
After the two left, Fu Anjun watched their retreating figures and remarked, “Xiao Yuan is so good to Xiao Ying.”
Chu Yiyun chuckled. “Xiao Ying and Xiao Hua are both well-behaved. Xiao Yuan has always liked them since they were kids.”
Fu Anjun glanced at Chu Yiyun, opening her mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.
A flicker of complicated emotions passed through her eyes.
–
Fu Chaoying and Ye Jiayuan sat in the backseat of the car.
Only after leaving the neighborhood did Ye Jiayuan raise the partition.
Fu Chaoying scooted closer to her and smoothly nestled into her arms, closing her eyes slowly.
Ye Jiayuan looked down at her, gently stroking her hair. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”
Fu Chaoying shook her head without opening her eyes. “Slept great. Just wanted to hug you.”
Ye Jiayuan wrapped an arm around her shoulders, lightly caressing her.
Fu Chaoying had only intended to hold her, but unexpectedly, she ended up falling asleep.
When she woke again, the car was parked in the Fu family’s courtyard.
Ye Jiayuan had also been resting her eyes and opened them when she sensed Fu Chaoying stirring. “Let’s go inside.”
But Fu Chaoying hesitated for a moment before asking, “Sister, do you want to go out somewhere?”
She added, “I’m worried my aunt might drop by unexpectedly.”
If she wasn’t home, she could still use the overtime excuse, but Ye Jiayuan being at her place would seem highly unusual.
Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod before replying calmly, “Alright.”
Fu Chaoying thought for a bit. “Would you prefer a lakeside stroll, or somewhere like the botanical garden or zoo? Or… maybe a movie? Board games?”
Ye Jiayuan looked at her. “Do you have any recent works on display?”
Fu Chaoying blinked her eyes and said, “Yes, there is.”
“The Nan Yan Art Gallery exhibits ink paintings every weekend, and a few of my works are among them.”
“Shall we go see the exhibition?” Ye Jiayuan gazed into her eyes, seeking her opinion.
Fu Chaoying chuckled softly, “Sure.”
Ye Jiayuan called for the driver and assistant to get in the car.
The vehicle slowly drove out of the neighborhood.
Fu Chaoying glanced at Ye Jiayuan, who was sitting upright beside her, and gently tugged at her sleeve.
Ye Jiayuan turned her head slightly, “What is it?”
Fu Chaoying gave her a playful wink, “I want some coffee.”
Ye Jiayuan looked into her eyes again but didn’t see any obvious dark circles. “…Are you tired?”
Fu Chaoying shook her head, “I just feel like you’re a little worn out.”
Ye Jiayuan stiffened slightly, then felt Fu Chaoying’s fingertips lightly brush against the skin beneath her eyes.
Ye Jiayuan’s body tensed for a moment before she pulled Fu Chaoying into her arms.
Caught off guard, Fu Chaoying found herself sitting on Ye Jiayuan’s lap. A few fleeting images flashed through her mind before she buried her face in Ye Jiayuan’s embrace.
Ye Jiayuan understood and raised her hand to gently stroke Fu Chaoying’s hair and the nape of her neck. “You’re shy.”
It wasn’t a question. Fu Chaoying quietly felt her cheeks grow even warmer.
She glanced up discreetly, only to meet Ye Jiayuan’s deep gaze.
Ye Jiayuan cleared her throat lightly and averted her eyes, murmuring in a calm tone, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to resist kissing you.”
She said it with the most nonchalant air.
Fu Chaoying chuckled softly and leaned in, pressing a light kiss to her lips. The tender touch slowly turned into a lingering caress, but just as Ye Jiayuan cupped the back of her neck to deepen the kiss, Fu Chaoying pulled away slightly.
Lowering her gaze to Ye Jiayuan’s neck, she asked, “Has your allergy healed, sister?”
Ye Jiayuan’s eyes darkened instantly before she captured Fu Chaoying’s lips, parting them with her tongue.
Fu Chaoying smiled, her eyes curving as she let Ye Jiayuan suck and tease.
In the confined space, the heat between their entwined tongues rose effortlessly. Fu Chaoying’s tongue tingled from the suction, yet she instinctively tilted her head back.
Even though they had already been far more intimate just hours before.
The sound of a metal clasp snapping open accidentally reached her ears again, followed by those hands covering her.
Fu Chaoying regained a sliver of clarity, gasping softly, “Mm… sister…”
Ye Jiayuan paused briefly before pulling her into an embrace. Fu Chaoying steadied her breathing but couldn’t shake a certain emptiness—one she couldn’t voice.
Ye Jiayuan stroked her back soothingly, murmuring as if in reflection, “You’re so sensitive, little one.”
Hearing the endearment, Fu Chaoying’s heart melted instantly, though she refused to admit it. “I’m not…”
Ye Jiayuan’s hand slid around to the front, giving a light flick. Fu Chaoying shivered at once, and a soft laugh escaped Ye Jiayuan before she pinched lightly. “Still saying you’re not sensitive?”
Fu Chaoying’s cheeks warmed. The hands that had been wrapped around Ye Jiayuan’s waist now traveled upward. The sound of a metal clasp opening rang out again, though this time, it was different from the first.
Fu Chaoying had never been able to hold her fully, so she settled for kneading gently yet firmly from above.
Ye Jiayuan leaned back, tilting her head with a smile. “Feels good.”
At the same time, Fu Chaoying lightly squeezed both sides. “I really want to…”
She couldn’t bring herself to say the last word, but then she watched as Ye Jiayuan reached up to undo her shirt buttons.
Only then did Fu Chaoying realize her hands had left distinct imprints beneath the fabric. She pushed upward.
Spotting something, Fu Chaoying chuckled softly. “By your logic… sister, you’re pretty sensitive too.”
A flicker of amusement passed through Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as she countered, “Don’t you like it?”
Fu Chaoying’s heart skipped a beat before she surged forward to kiss her.
Between breaths, she mumbled, “I do… I love it when sister blooms…”
Ye Jiayuan arched back helplessly, fingers tangling in Fu Chaoying’s hair as the sound of wetness filled the air.
Fu Chaoying focused on massaging her, but the sweet, unrestrained noises spilling from Ye Jiayuan’s throat made her laugh.
“Is it because the space is small that sister reaches her peak so quickly…?”
Ye Jiayuan reached up to wipe the moisture around Fu Chaoying’s lips, only to find her fingers trembling slightly.
Fu Chaoying smiled, tilting her head to the left before taking Ye Jiayuan’s thumb between her lips.
Ye Jiayuan watched as her thumb was enveloped by those soft lips, then, as if possessed, replaced it with her index and middle fingers.
Fu Chaoying blinked in surprise before realizing why Ye Jiayuan’s gaze had darkened. A smirk curled her lips as she licked the pads of her fingers, then grazed them lightly with her teeth.
Ye Jiayuan couldn’t help but stir her fingers slightly, hearing a wet sound that made her instantly withdraw them from the other’s mouth.
Fu Chaoying lay atop her with a soft laugh, “Sister… is this ‘finding consolation in substitutes’?”
Ye Jiayuan paused briefly before retrieving wet wipes from the compartment and handing them to Fu Chaoying.
Pursing her lips, Fu Chaoying took the wipes and meticulously cleaned the three fingers she had just licked, murmuring softly, “Sister finds me disgusting…”
Yet she obediently wiped them clean anyway.
Ye Jiayuan simply smiled without a word and, once finished, guided her toward the window seat.
Caught off guard, Fu Chaoying was pulled down onto the seat. The moment her back touched the surface, a critical spot was swiftly breached.
Her heart fluttered as she gasped lightly, pushing at Ye Jiayuan’s shoulder, “There… there are people around.”
Ye Jiayuan leaned close to her ear, whispering, “The soundproofing and privacy tint are excellent.”
Her tone carried a hint of temptation.
Fu Chaoying lightly squeezed her hand, “Sister doesn’t have much time left, you know.”
Ye Jiayuan chuckled, “It’s enough.”
Before long, Fu Chaoying felt her vision blur with moisture, only to be gathered into Ye Jiayuan’s arms moments later, gently soothed.
“You did so well, little one,” Ye Jiayuan murmured, warmth and amusement lacing her voice.
Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together, letting out a soft hum, “Sister didn’t praise me yesterday afternoon.”
“I did,” Ye Jiayuan replied evenly, “You were wonderful yesterday too.”
“…But you didn’t praise me during,” Fu Chaoying teased, tickling the sensitive dip of Ye Jiayuan’s waist.
Ye Jiayuan laughed softly, “I was too focused on feeling you.”
No time for praise.
Fu Chaoying conceded the point, watching as Ye Jiayuan pulled out more wet wipes.
Once cleaned up, they adjusted their clothes—just as the car smoothly parked in the museum’s underground garage.
Ye Jiayuan then spritzed air freshener a few times.
Fu Chaoying flushed at the implication—once the partition lowered, wouldn’t the driver and Liu Xin know exactly what happened!?
Ye Jiayuan exited from the opposite side, leaving Fu Chaoying to push open her door and join her. Only once they entered the elevator lobby did Fu Chaoying tug lightly at her sleeve, “Sister… the scent in the car.”
Ye Jiayuan caught her hand, giving it a brief squeeze before releasing it, “They won’t lower the partition.”
Fu Chaoying exhaled in relief, glancing at their nearly touching yet unlinked hands.
Even after their intimacy just minutes ago, in this crowded public space, no one would guess their relationship.
Her fingers drifted to Ye Jiayuan’s waist, giving a playful pinch.
Ye Jiayuan calmly intercepted the hand, “Want to go public?”
Fu Chaoying withdrew it with a quiet laugh, “Does sister want to?”
Ye Jiayuan hesitated briefly before answering evenly, “The timing isn’t right yet.”
Fu Chaoying nodded, “Alright.”
Side by side, they entered the exhibition hall after scanning their tickets.
Fu Chaoying skimmed through the displays—she had seen most of these paintings before, some masterpieces studied in detail.
A glance told her the artist and era.
Ye Jiayuan occasionally asked surprisingly technical questions.
Fu Chaoying would look at her in surprise, then recall—even before they grew close, Ye Jiayuan had known the difference between pine-soot ink and lacquer-soot ink.
Fu Chaoying’s eyes curved slightly, “Did you dabble in traditional Chinese painting before, sister?”
Ye Jiayuan gave a faint nod, her tone light and casual, “I studied for a while with your grandmother when I was little. Not for long.”
Fu Chaoying blinked, “When was that? I don’t remember.”
Ye Jiayuan’s eyes softened, the corners of her lips lifting in a barely perceptible smile. “You were still very young then.”
Fu Chaoying nodded in understanding, “No wonder you even know the difference between pine-soot ink and lacquer-soot ink.”
Ye Jiayuan cast her a deep glance but offered no further explanation.
The two chatted idly until a young woman, seemingly a student, approached them.
“Excuse me, are you Teacher Fu Chaoying?”
Fu Chaoying paused briefly before smiling, “Yes, I am.”
The girl looked slightly embarrassed, “I used to be a fan of you and… well, your CP. After your breakup, I became your solo fan. My ID is ‘ClearWaterWandering’—I often post in your supertopic!”
Fu Chaoying recognized the username. When she had been attacked by Ye Yi’an’s solo fans, this girl had led the counterattack in her defense.
Just as Fu Chaoying was about to respond, Ye Jiayuan stepped forward, raising a hand to block her slightly. “I’m Teacher Fu’s bodyguard. What do you need?”
The girl looked at Ye Jiayuan in surprise before turning pleading eyes back to Fu Chaoying. “Sister Chaoying… could we take a photo together?”
Fu Chaoying chuckled, stepping beside Ye Jiayuan and gently lowering her arm. “I’ve seen your posts. Thank you.”
The girl got her wish—a photo with Fu Chaoying, with Ye Jiayuan as the photographer.
Ye Jiayuan clicked the shutter a few times before handing the phone back to the girl, who was now excitedly telling Fu Chaoying, “I’m taking the college entrance exams this year! If all goes well, I might get into Nanjing University’s traditional Chinese painting program!”
Fu Chaoying looked surprised for a moment before smiling warmly. “Congratulations! I graduated from Nanjing University too.”
Ye Jiayuan silently moved behind Fu Chaoying, listening to their conversation.
Three minutes later, Ye Jiayuan cleared her throat lightly, prompting the girl to finally take her phone back. “Thank you, bodyguard sister, for taking the photo!”
Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, but the girl turned back to Fu Chaoying with a bright, youthful grin. “See you later, sister! I hope to become your junior!”
Fu Chaoying smiled, offering sincere well-wishes. “Best of luck to you.”
Once the girl had left, Fu Chaoying sidled up to Ye Jiayuan teasingly. “How kind of you, bodyguard sister, helping fans take photos.”
Ye Jiayuan gave her a resigned look and lightly tapped her head—only to hear a familiar voice.
“Xiao Ying, Jiayuan-jie, you’re here too!”
Both turned toward the source of the voice to see Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu approaching from a short distance away.
Fu Chaohua eyed them with poorly concealed curiosity, but under Ye Jiayuan’s imposing aura, she didn’t dare pry outright. Instead, she grinned. “What a coincidence.”
Dong Muyu shook hands with Ye Jiayuan. “Even on weekends, President Ye has refined tastes for leisure.”
Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly. “How’s your quarterly KPI coming along, President Dong?”
Dong Muyu laughed wryly, waving a hand in defeat. “I should’ve known better than to come say hello. The moment we meet, President Ye brings up work.”
Fu Chaoying knew Ye Jiayuan was doing it on purpose, so she chimed in, “So, Senior Sister Dong, how’s your KPI coming along?”
Fu Chaohua walked over and hooked her arm through Fu Chaoying’s. “Keep asking, and you’re treating us to dinner.”
Fu Chaoying lightly patted her sister’s arm. “Wow, you’re already defending her!”
A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered through Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as she said calmly, “Let’s go.”
Fu Chaohua blurted out, “Where to? Is Jiayuan-jie treating us to dinner?”
The latter half was a bold tease from Fu Chaohua.
Ye Jiayuan’s gaze swept over Fu Chaoying before she replied indifferently, “Mm.”
Fu Chaoying blinked but simply followed the group down to the parking garage.
Once in the car, Fu Chaoying hooked her arm around Ye Jiayuan’s. “Did you not want to eat with them?”
Ye Jiayuan shook her head. “No.”
Fu Chaoying took Ye Jiayuan’s left hand into hers, playing with her fingers. “But I didn’t want to… I only wanted to eat with you.”
Finally, amusement touched Ye Jiayuan’s brows as she gently rubbed the webbing between Fu Chaoying’s thumb and forefinger. “There will be plenty of time.”
Yet Fu Chaoying was lost in thought—how many more days would pass before they could finally end their long-distance arrangement?
After a long pause, Ye Jiayuan asked casually, “What are CP fans?”
Fu Chaoying instantly understood why she was asking.
She explained earnestly but deliberately avoided mentioning Ye Yi’an.
Ye Jiayuan’s expression remained neutral as she gave a slight nod.
Fu Chaoying tilted her head, smiling brightly at her. “I’m a CP fan of Fu Chaoying and Ye Jiayuan~”
Ye Jiayuan raised a hand to lightly tap the tip of her nose. “Ye Jiayuan seems more like Fu Chaoying’s bodyguard.”
Fu Chaoying suddenly remembered something and pulled out her phone to check the fandom hashtag. Sure enough, she found the high school girl’s post: [Took a photo with my favorite artist—how many people can say they’ve done that?!]
After reading the detailed fan account below, Fu Chaoying burst into laughter when she saw the girl had only mentioned at the very end: “Teacher Fu’s bodyguard is really pretty, but she looks kinda serious TT”
Among the sparse comments, Fu Chaoying found one that said: [It’s fine if the bodyguard is serious.]
The replies underneath:
[But I really want to meet Teacher Fu’s serious, beautiful bodyguard.]
[I don’t get how ‘serious’ and ‘beautiful’ can go together.]
Fu Chaoying was laughing so hard she clutched her stomach—until Ye Jiayuan leaned over. “What are you looking at?”
Fu Chaoying handed her the phone, but Ye Jiayuan’s expression remained unchanged as she asked softly, “Am I that serious?”
Fu Chaoying tilted her head, studying her. The comments made it even funnier because Ye Jiayuan’s composed demeanor right now did look serious.
“Maybe because you’re used to keeping a straight face.”
Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod before asking, “Why can’t ‘serious’ and ‘beautiful’ go together?”
Fu Chaoying collapsed against her shoulder, giggling. “Because they’ve never seen you.”
Ye Jiayuan stroked her hair lightly and hummed in acknowledgment, reluctantly accepting the explanation.
Fu Chaoying pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and sighed, “How can there be such a gorgeous bodyguard in this world!?”
But then Ye Jiayuan suddenly pinched her cheeks. “How does it feel to date your bodyguard?”
Fu Chaoying’s smile deepened, but she teased on purpose, “Boring…”
Ye Jiayuan frowned slightly—until Fu Chaoying added, “Not seeing you for five days a week is boring…”
Ye Jiayuan leaned in, brushing a light kiss against her lips.
Fu Chaoying pushed her shoulder lightly. “Stop!”
Ye Jiayuan pulled her into an embrace. “We have all the time in the world.”
That phrase again.
Fu Chaoying discreetly glanced at the forum post, only to see the high school girl had commented again: [“I probably shouldn’t say this, but don’t come at me… Ms. Fu’s bodyguard kinda looks like… that woman.”]
Several condemning replies followed: [“If you know you shouldn’t say it, then don’t…”]
[“That woman was so ugly… You just said the bodyguard was attractive, how could they look alike!”]
Fu Chaoying silently exited the app and put away her phone.
The four of them had lunch together, then went for coffee afterward.
Fu Chaoying deliberately ordered a different type from Ye Jiayuan.
They chatted at the café until three o’clock when Ye Jiayuan had to leave for the airport. Fu Chaoying got up to see her off.
Once in the car, the partition remained up.
Fu Chaoying couldn’t resist capturing Ye Jiayuan’s lips, savoring the lingering taste of her coffee.
When the kiss ended, Fu Chaoying smiled contentedly. “I’ll order this next time too.”
Ye Jiayuan chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close.
Fu Chaoying nestled obediently in her arms, nuzzling lightly against her neck. “Don’t overwork yourself, sister. Remember to rest.”
Ye Jiayuan gently stroked her hair and back, murmuring in a low voice, “Xiao Ying.”
Fu Chaoying slowly lifted her gaze. “Hmm?”
“You too,” Ye Jiayuan said softly. “No more late nights working overtime.”
“The funding for Dong Muyu is more than enough. There’s no need to rush.”
So she knew everything.
Fu Chaoying’s heart fluttered as she laughed. “It’s nice having a sugar mommy to rely on.”
Ye Jiayuan’s expression remained composed. “Sugar wife.”
Hearing the term, Fu Chaoying’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated before she repeated, “Wife?”
Ye Jiayuan tilted her chin up and pressed a light kiss to her lips. “Mm, wife.”
Her tone was unbearably tender.
–
On the way home, Fu Chaoying felt her phone vibrate. Thinking it was a message from Ye Jiayuan, she was surprised to see it was from her friend Shen Guannan:
[You’re in Hong Kong?]
Baffled, Fu Chaoying replied: [No, I’m still in Nanyan.]
Shen Guannan called immediately. “I saw a girl in Hong Kong who looked just like you—even her mannerisms were similar.”
“We passed each other, and I wondered why you didn’t say hello.”
Fu Chaoying paused briefly before laughing. “Did you forget to wear your contacts today?”
Shen Guannan chuckled. “I actually did forget today. I thought you’d secretly gone to Hong Kong again.”
“Who even is in Hong Kong that’s so important?” Shen Guannan teased.