On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 43: Missing My Wife

As her phone buzzed once more, Fu Chaoying’s grip on it loosened slightly.

It was a voice message from Ye Jiayuan: “I’m about to board. See you tomorrow.”

Hearing her voice sent another tremor through Fu Chaoying’s heart. Almost unconsciously, she replayed it several times, letting that cool, composed voice echo in her ears.

She recalled the day Ye Jiayuan had asked if she wanted to be her girlfriend, citing one of her core strengths as never cheating.

Apart from being wealthy, Ye Jiayuan had never displayed any traits that might suggest infidelity.

Fu Chaoying lightly tapped her forehead, took a deep breath, and finally replied softly with a voice message of her own: “Safe travels, sis.”

Everything that had happened today was still fresh in her mind. Fu Chaoying couldn’t believe Ye Jiayuan would have the time or inclination to deceive her.

Exhaling deeply, she opened her music app and played a familiar rock song.

By the time Fu Chaoying reached the family estate, dusk had just begun to settle. She stood dazed for a moment, only snapping back to reality when a woman’s voice called from the doorway.

“Xiaoying, come in for some tea.” Fu Chaohua waved gently at her from the entrance.

“Coming.” Fu Chaoying cast one last reluctant glance at the sunset before smiling faintly and hurrying to her side.

Fu Anjun was sipping tea in the backyard. She turned at the sound of footsteps and gave Fu Chaoying a slight nod. “You’re here. Have some hot tea.”

It was tradition to drink tea at home after ancestral rites. Fu Chaoying obediently sat beside her cousin and picked up a cup.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her aunt admiring the sunset as well. Fu Chaoying smiled. “The sunset’s so beautiful today.”

Fu Anjun didn’t turn, murmuring almost to herself, “Yes, it is.”

From the moment she stepped in, Fu Chaoying had sensed her aunt’s unusually subdued mood. Now, hearing her tone, she was even more certain of it.

Fu Chaoying and Fu Chaohua exchanged glances, with the latter silently mouthing something. Based on her lip movements, Fu Chaoying guessed it was probably: “Mom’s been like this since she returned.”

Fu Chaoying lowered her eyes slightly and silently responded: “Talk about something happy.”

Fu Chaohua began sharing amusing anecdotes from the day, recalling how their grandmother had taken them back to their hometown as children. Fu Chaoying chuckled softly and added a few words of her own.

Fu Anjun seemed oblivious to their conversation, only snapping back to attention after a long pause. Her gaze settled on Fu Chaoying: “You’ve suffered quite a bit with this art gallery matter.”

Before the words fully registered, Fu Chaoying felt a jolt of surprise, then remembered Ye Jiayuan’s words from that morning. Suddenly, her aunt’s comment made perfect sense.

Forcing a light laugh, Fu Chaoying replied softly: “It’s nothing, Auntie.”

Fu Anjun naturally detected her feigned composure and turned her gaze to the distant sunset. “As your grandmother’s successor, you should be able to endure such minor grievances.”

Sensing there was more to come, Fu Chaoying simply sipped her tea without reacting further.

Then came the words: “The Fu family has given them enough already. If you wish to keep your grandmother’s paintings, then safeguard them well.”

The corners of Fu Chaoying’s lips curved upward as she answered solemnly: “I will.”

Fu Anjun gave a slight nod before adding calmly: “I have many connections in Hong Kong, and some in Singapore too. I’ll have my assistant compile them for you later. Feel free to use them whenever needed.”

Fu Chaoying blinked, suddenly finding this unbelievable—it almost felt like she was being entrusted with family secrets.

Noticing Fu Anjun’s intense, serious gaze upon her, Fu Chaoying unconsciously straightened her posture.

“After your grandmother passed, the Fu family’s standing has declined. At my age, and with Xiaohua having different aspirations, the family’s future will depend on you.”

The smile faded from Fu Chaoying’s lips as she nodded gently. “I’ll do my best.”

Fu Anjun studied her for a long moment before being pulled back by her daughter’s voice.

“Mom, Xiaoying is still young. Don’t pressure her too much.” Fu Chaohua patted Fu Chaoying’s hand reassuringly. “Our Xiaoying is already doing wonderfully.”

A faint smile returned to Fu Chaoying’s lips. “I’m signing the contract with Hong Kong Art Gallery tomorrow.”

“Long-term or short-term?”

“Long-term.”

Finally, Fu Anjun smiled slightly. “What about the paintings currently on loan to the South American Gallery?”

“We’ll retrieve some and exhibit them alongside Grandma Bai’s works at the Hong Kong gallery.”

Fu Anjun shook her head lightly. “Negotiations with the South American Gallery might prove difficult.”

Thinking of a certain woman, Fu Chaoying’s lips curled. “Jiayuan-jie should be able to help with that.”

Ye Jiayuan provided substantial annual sponsorship to art associations and galleries. Securing this favor shouldn’t be too hard for her.

Besides, Fu Chaoying thought of that photograph and suppressed a flicker of unease. If she didn’t utilize these resources now… how many more days would she even have to use them?

Fu Anjun observed Fu Chaoying thoughtfully. “You and Xiaoyuan seem quite close now.”

It was a statement, not a question. Fu Chaoying didn’t deny it, simply smiling as she said: “Jiayuan-jie has been very kind to us all.”

Fu Chaohua chimed in at the perfect moment: “Jiayuan-jie has always looked out for us.”

Fu Anjun nodded, withdrawing her gaze from Fu Chaoying with a quiet remark: “Only when favors are reciprocated can relationships endure.”

The unspoken meaning was clear: without the means to repay Ye Jiayuan’s favors, they shouldn’t casually seek her help.

Fu Chaoying smiled slightly, not intending to argue, and simply went along with her words: “Auntie is right.”

After dinner at the old house, Fu Chaohua mentioned she needed to return to school and decided to hitch a ride with her sister.

Fu Chaoying drove away from the old house, slowly descending the mountain.

Following the winding mountain road, Fu Chaohua recounted old memories one by one.

Fu Chaoying found herself drawn into the recollections, the corners of her lips curling slightly.

“I miss Grandma too,” Fu Chaohua murmured to herself before asking, “Can I stay at your place tonight?”

Fu Chaoying chuckled lightly, “Sis, what kind of question is that? You’re always welcome.”

From the time she could remember until her student years, and Fu Chaohua until middle school, they had mostly lived in that house.

Fu Chaoying’s mother and grandmother had also passed away in that house.

“Xiao Ying,” Fu Chaohua called her softly, “I’ve always hesitated to ask… about you and Jiayuan…”

At the mention of this topic, Fu Chaoying fell silent for a long moment before finally saying, “I don’t know what the future holds.”

Thus, it was too early to draw any conclusions now.

Fu Chaohua gave a helpless smile, “My mom keeps playing matchmaker—don’t take it to heart.”

Fu Chaoying wasn’t the only victim of their aunt’s meddling; Fu Chaohua and Dong Muyu were also affected.

Hearing her cousin’s attempt to comfort her, Fu Chaoying felt even more unsettled, “Sis, I’m not bothered by it.”

“Setting aside my situation with Jiayuan, I also hope things work out between you and Senior Dong.”

Fu Chaohua gazed out the window at the bottomless mountain abyss, her heart gradually filling with concern, “Haven’t you moved on yet? You sound a bit pessimistic.”

Fu Chaoying laughed lightly, brushing it off, “Not at all. I just believe in going with the flow.”

There was no need to worry excessively about things that hadn’t happened yet, nor to place too much expectation on them. Let things unfold naturally—wherever fate took them, that was where they would go.

That was how Fu Chaoying saw it.

Fu Chaohua turned her head to look at her sister’s profile. At some point, her little sister had grown into an adult.

As they reached the overpass, Fu Chaohua thought of something and asked, “Do you feel like drinking tonight?”

Fu Chaoying answered almost instantly, “Yes!”

Stopping at the entrance of their neighborhood, the two went to a convenience store to buy liquor and mixers. Fu Chaoying also picked up some prepared duck snacks and seafood.

The courtyard was brightly lit as Fu Chaoying parked the car steadily.

Aunt Wu happened to return from her evening walk and was delighted to see the sisters together, “Xiaohua, you’re back today too!”

Fu Chaohua greeted her with a soft laugh.

Fu Chaoying held up the alcohol and asked, “Aunt Wu, want to try the cocktails we’re making?”

Aunt Wu quickly shook her head, “You young folks enjoy yourselves. I’ll whip up some snacks to go with your drinks.”

Fu Chaohua lifted her bag, “We already bought some. Join us for a drink too.”

The three entered together. Fu Chaoying and Fu Chaohua went upstairs to shower before coming down to mix drinks in the living room.

Aunt Wu watched their movements curiously, “I’ve seen this on TV! You look quite professional!”

Fu Chaoying thought of Fu Chaohua’s previous social media posts but simply smiled without comment.

Fu Chaohua complained openly, “When I was doing my Ph.D., the stress was so bad that my roommate and I often mixed drinks in our dorm. We’d get drunk one night and go back to being workhorses the next day.”

Fu Chaoying listened to their conversation, took a few sips of wine, and found her thoughts drifting away.

She had never been fond of drinking, but sometimes alcohol was indeed a good way to numb emotions.

Fu Chaohua noticed her distraction from the corner of her eye and let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

Fu Chaoying drank several glasses and listened to many words—she spoke plenty too.

But with the sweet cocktails diluted, her mind remained relatively clear.

By eleven, the two sisters went upstairs to sleep.

At the door of Fu Chaoying’s bedroom, Fu Chaohua opened her mouth but ultimately didn’t offer any comfort—she didn’t know how, because she missed their grandmother too.

Seeing her hesitation, Fu Chaoying smiled lightly and said, “Sis, I’ll live well. You should too.”

It was on some sunny afternoon that she had resolved to live well. Life was about experiences, even if she had no family left, even if there was no one to love, even if no one loved her.

Once inside her room, Fu Chaoying happened to receive a video call from Ye Jiayuan.

“Sister?”

Ye Jiayuan took in her slightly flushed cheeks and slightly slurred words, speaking softly, “Are you drunk?”

Fu Chaoying gave her a faint smile. “Not at all, just a little tipsy!”

Studying her slightly hazy yet oddly clear eyes, Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly. “Then rest soon. Goodnight.”

Fu Chaoying shook her head and asked with a quiet laugh, “Did you miss me?”

Ye Jiayuan gave a small nod and murmured, “Mhm.”

Lying on the bed, Fu Chaoying gazed at her face bathed in the warm glow of lamplight, her expression gradually turning serious as she pressed, “Did you really?”

Ye Jiayuan nodded again, her voice gentle. “I missed you.”

Fu Chaoying stared into her eyes, finding no trace of insincerity or deceit—only tenderness.

“I missed you too. Goodnight, sister.” Fu Chaoying’s eyes curved into crescents.

After hanging up, however, sleep eluded her for a long time.

In the haze between dreams and wakefulness, fragments of memories flickered through her mind like scenes from a film, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

–

The next morning, Fu Chaoying, along with the legal team and her assistant, headed to the airport and boarded a flight to Harbor City.

She checked into the hotel with them and then treated them to lunch at Chu Yiyun’s favorite restaurant—a place Aunt Chu had personally vetted. Fu Chaoying had fallen in love with it at first taste, and now her colleagues were equally impressed.

Especially her assistant, Li Bingzhi. “I’m posting this on my feed—everyone needs to come here!”

Fu Chaoying chuckled, only for Li Bingzhi to ask, “Any other restaurant recommendations, Ms. Fu?”

The question suddenly reminded her of Ye Jiayuan, so she suggested the places Ye Jiayuan had taken her to, including that private cinema.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Ye Jiayuan:

Which hotel are you staying at?

Fu Chaoying tapped the screen lightly, sending the hotel’s name before adding:

Signing the contract this afternoon, then dinner with the client. Come a little later?

Ye Jiayuan replied:

Okay.

As concise as ever.

Fu Chaoying tucked her phone away, only for Liu Xin to call. “Ms. Fu, which restaurant are you at? I’ll bring the car over.”

Hearing her voice, Fu Chaoying was abruptly reminded of that photo. She took a deep breath, gave the restaurant’s name, and ended with, “Thanks for the trouble, Assistant Liu.”

After finishing their meal, Fu Chaoying led the two downstairs. Liu Xin had just parked the car by the restaurant entrance and was waiting beside it. “Miss Chaoying, please get in,” she said.

Noticing Liu Xin didn’t hand over the keys, Fu Chaoying smiled softly and said, “Thank you, but you can go about your business. I’ll drive.”

Liu Xin maintained her smile while insisting, “President Ye instructed me to be your driver today.”

“Thank you,” Fu Chaoying replied casually, adding, “It’s too much trouble for you to handle personal matters like this.”

Liu Xin paused slightly before explaining, “President Ye provides additional compensation for this.”

Fu Chaoying seemed to be making casual conversation as she exchanged a few more pleasantries with Liu Xin.

Liu Xin breathed an almost imperceptible sigh of relief.

When they arrived at the designated café, the representatives from Hongmei Gallery hadn’t arrived yet.

Fu Chaoying got out of the car, then turned back to ask Liu Xin, “What would you usually drink? Coffee or juice?”

Liu Xin smiled and waved her hand. “Thank you, Professor Fu. I have water in the car—no need to trouble yourself.”

With a helpless smile, Fu Chaoying said, “Then I’ll order you a latte—room temperature, less sugar. Is that alright?”

Liu Xin smiled shyly. “That’s fine. Thank you, Miss Chaoying.”

Behind Fu Chaoying, Li Bingzhi and the legal team exchanged glances—their boss was seeing someone, and a powerful one at that.

After Liu Xin collected the coffee and left the private room, the Hongmei Gallery staff arrived.

Both parties exchanged handshakes and greetings, and Fu Chaoying invited them to order.

The key points had already been negotiated beforehand, so now the legal teams from both sides reviewed the contract.

Fu Chaoying and Li Bingzhi smoothly engaged in conversation with the other party, discussing the restaurant they’d visited for lunch and the hotel they were staying at.

The other party praised Fu Chaoying’s good taste, to which she reciprocated by complimenting their discernment—otherwise, they wouldn’t have agreed to a long-term partnership.

By the time they finalized the details and signed the contract, it was already evening.

As the sun was setting, Fu Chaoying suggested having dinner at a restaurant overlooking Victoria Harbour.

Only when they were on the road did Fu Chaoying finally check her phone.

Ye Jiayuan had sent a message half an hour earlier: [How did it go?]

Fu Chaoying tapped the screen and replied: [Went well. On our way to dinner now.]

As the city lights began to glow, Fu Chaoying couldn’t help thinking about Ye Jiayuan—about their walks through Hong Kong’s streets, about secretly holding hands in front of their families.

A smile tugged at her lips, but when she caught sight of Liu Xin in her peripheral vision, she let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

There was no one she could ask.

The afternoon’s negotiations had gone smoothly, and dinner further strengthened the bond between their teams.

Fu Chaoying looked at Li Bingzhi with a pleased smile, seeing great potential in her—she had Dong Muyu’s sharpness, high emotional intelligence, excellent communication skills, and even knew some Cantonese, making her an invaluable assistant in social settings like this.

Fu Chaoying decided to give her and the legal team bonuses after the dinner.

The meal was thoroughly enjoyed by everyone. When Fu Chaoying excused herself to pay the bill, the other party saw through her ruse—she had used the same excuse last time.

They insisted on paying instead, leaving Fu Chaoying with no choice but to laugh. “As we Chinese say,” one of them remarked, “the host should treat the guests. You beat us to it last time—don’t steal our thunder again!”

Both teams burst into laughter.

After dinner, Fu Chaoying and her team escorted the others downstairs, only to spot Ye Jiayuan sitting in the restaurant lobby at first glance.

Ye Jiayuan stood up the moment she spotted her figure.

The representative from the Hong Kong Museum of Art had met Ye Jiayuan before. Surprised to see her approach, they greeted her, “President Ye, what a coincidence!”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, her gaze settling on Fu Chaoying as she replied coolly, “Not a coincidence. I’m here to pick someone up.”

The other party instantly understood. “So Ms. Fu and President Ye know each other…”

And their relationship was clearly more than casual. But they didn’t dare speculate further—better to say less and avoid mistakes.

Fu Chaoying smiled faintly. “Long time no see, Jiayuan-jie.”

It had only been a day.

A flicker of amusement passed through Ye Jiayuan’s eyes before she turned to Fu Chaoying’s colleagues with a brief nod. “I’ll take you back to the hotel.”

Then her gaze shifted to the Hong Kong Museum staff, who quickly responded, “Then we’ll catch up another time. President Ye, Professor Fu, take care.”

Ye Jiayuan took the wheel herself, and Fu Chaoying naturally settled into the passenger seat.

In the back, the assistant and legal counsel exchanged glances but didn’t dare speak—

The woman in the driver’s seat exuded an aura too formidable to interrupt.

Fu Chaoying sat quietly, studying Ye Jiayuan’s profile.

Her expression was as composed and enigmatic as ever.

Fu Chaoying found herself staring, only to suddenly meet her gaze.

A trace of amusement glinted in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes. “No plans for the rest of the day, I assume?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head lightly before turning to the back seat. “Bingzhi, Hong Kong’s nightscape is quite beautiful. Do you two have any evening plans?”

Li Bingzhi and the legal counsel shared a look before the former smiled. “Professor Fu, we were thinking of taking a walk. The view here seems perfect.”

They happened to be on a coastal highway. Ye Jiayuan pulled over, and Fu Chaoying added, “Call me if anything comes up.”

“Got it. Thank you, Professor Fu and President Ye~”

The two women linked arms and waved goodbye.

Fu Chaoying turned her attention back to Ye Jiayuan, who raised a hand in resignation. “I was just asking casually.”

Fu Chaoying chuckled. “Perfect timing for some alone time, then.”

Alone. An image flashed through Fu Chaoying’s mind.

She rolled down the window, letting the sea breeze in, but soon realized the route was growing familiar.

“Hey, this isn’t the way to the hotel.”

Ye Jiayuan cleared her throat, her voice low. “Work is already done.”

Fu Chaoying blinked, then heard her add, “Shouldn’t we go home after hours?”

“But my colleagues…” Fu Chaoying trailed off mid-sentence.

The car slowed to a stop by the shore. Ye Jiayuan leaned in, brushing her lips lightly before murmuring, “But… don’t you miss your wife?”

Their breaths mingled, warm and damp. Fu Chaoying’s heart raced as she met her gaze.

Fu Chaoying gazed steadily into her eyes, searching for a trace of affection in those cool, profound depths.

“Hmm?” A flicker of confusion passed through Ye Jiayuan’s eyes.

Snapping back to reality, Fu Chaoying lowered her gaze slightly, licking her lips lightly. “Want to.”

“Want what?” Ye Jiayuan raised a hand to cradle the back of her neck.

A shiver ran down Fu Chaoying’s spine at the touch, her lips curving into a faint smile as she whispered, “Want you, sister.”

Her voice trembled slightly at the end.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze darkened further, luring her in as she asked, “Want me… to do what?”

Noticing the shadowed intensity in her eyes, the unmistakable hunger, Fu Chaoying swallowed but remained silent, leaning forward instead to press her lips against Ye Jiayuan’s.

The kiss was fiercer than ever before, a storm of possession that left Ye Jiayuan momentarily stunned, a vague sense of unease creeping in.

But then Fu Chaoying nipped lightly at her tongue, the sharp sensation jolting Ye Jiayuan back to the present, only to hear her murmur accusingly, “What are you thinking about, sister?”

Fu Chaoying’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—she only wanted to hold her, to kiss her, yet the other woman seemed distracted.

“Just wondering why you’re being so forward today,” Ye Jiayuan answered honestly.

Fu Chaoying captured her lips again, chuckling softly. “Don’t you like it, sister?”

Ye Jiayuan didn’t reply, only tightening her grip on the back of Fu Chaoying’s neck and deepening the kiss.

The howling sea wind faded into the background, drowned out by the mingling of their breaths and the slick sounds of their tongues entwining.

Her tongue tingled from the relentless suction, the sensation searing straight to her core. After days without intimacy, the hunger roared louder than ever.

Ye Jiayuan shifted her hold, tilting Fu Chaoying’s head to change the angle. Seizing the chance to catch her breath, Fu Chaoying let out an involuntary whimper.

Her cheeks burned, but then she heard Ye Jiayuan exhale shakily, murmuring, “Little one…”

Her voice was rough with desire.

Fu Chaoying smiled, sucking lightly on her tongue, savoring the heat and slickness. She reached up instinctively, but Ye Jiayuan was faster—her fingers trailed teasingly along Fu Chaoying’s waist, making her jolt violently.

Then her hands wandered elsewhere, igniting a familiar ache deep within.

Fu Chaoying arched slightly, chasing the warmth and the faint sting of pleasure. Her tongue was numb from the relentless attention, and she pushed weakly at Ye Jiayuan’s shoulders.

When their lips finally parted, Fu Chaoying clung to her, gasping for air, only to hear a low chuckle.

The car was plunged into darkness, the only sounds their ragged, uneven breathing. The air between them grew thick with heat.

Fu Chaoying’s heart pounded wildly as she nuzzled into Ye Jiayuan’s palm.

Pleased by the hitch in Ye Jiayuan’s breath, she leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Sister… do you want to…?”

Her voice curled suggestively, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Ye Jiayuan’s grip tightened reflexively, drawing another breathy moan from Fu Chaoying—but then her hand met empty air.

Fu Chaoying pulled back with a soft laugh. “But it’s not convenient here.”

Ye Jiayuan closed the distance instantly, pressing against her. “Why not?”

Looping her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck, Fu Chaoying glanced around before murmuring against her ear, “It just… isn’t.”

Understanding dawned. Ye Jiayuan pushed the car door open, strode to the passenger side, and swept Fu Chaoying into her arms.

Fu Chaoying yelped, shoving lightly at her shoulders. “Sister, wait—won’t parking here too long block traffic?”

Ye Jiayuan set her down beside the car, letting out a helpless chuckle before turning back to start the vehicle.

The temperature inside the car had cooled slightly, but Fu Chaoying’s heartbeat still hadn’t settled.

She watched as Ye Jiayuan maneuvered the car, eventually stopping in what seemed like a desolate, uninhabited area—somewhere resembling the middle of nowhere.

Fu Chaoying’s pulse quickened again as she saw Ye Jiayuan step out of the car and walk around to her side.

The moment the door opened, Fu Chaoying lifted her arms slightly, murmuring in a soft, pleading voice, “Sister, carry me…”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze darkened at the sight of her like this. She hooked an arm around Fu Chaoying’s waist and lifted her effortlessly, swiftly depositing her into the backseat.

Fu Chaoying looped her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck, pulling her down, her fingers lightly tracing her collarbone—only for Ye Jiayuan to slip a hand beneath her clothes. A metallic click followed.

Fu Chaoying couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped her throat.

Ye Jiayuan seemed intent on making up for lost time, kissing her until she trembled.

“Sister, it hurts…” Fu Chaoying gasped softly, prompting Ye Jiayuan to ease up—only to shift her attention elsewhere.

Fu Chaoying lifted her leg slightly, brushing against Ye Jiayuan’s waist, listening as her breathing grew increasingly ragged.

Ye Jiayuan pressed a gentle kiss to her collarbone and murmured, “Can I?”

Fu Chaoying understood—she was asking, Can I leave marks?

Unable to resist, she chuckled softly. “No.”

Ye Jiayuan actually paused—then placed the lightest, feather-like kiss on her collarbone.

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved into a smile as she stroked the back of Ye Jiayuan’s neck, tilting her head back slightly. “Sister is so obedient.”

Noticing the movement, Ye Jiayuan sucked sharply on her collarbone.

“Ah—!” Fu Chaoying gasped before hearing Ye Jiayuan murmur, “No one will come here.”

Her cheeks warmed further when Ye Jiayuan coaxed in a low, tempting voice, “You can be loud.”

“No…” Fu Chaoying pinched her lightly. “Unless Sister lets me hear you first.”

Ye Jiayuan only buried her face against Fu Chaoying’s neck, trailing kisses upward before catching her earlobe between her teeth.

Fu Chaoying let out another involuntary sound—and thought she heard Ye Jiayuan chuckle.

Pouting, she pressed her lips together firmly.

In the darkness, she couldn’t see Ye Jiayuan clearly—and Ye Jiayuan shouldn’t have been able to see her either. Yet somehow, as if sensing her defiance, Ye Jiayuan’s tongue slid over, effortlessly parting her lips.

Fingers teased and traced, and Fu Chaoying couldn’t hold back another soft moan.

Eventually, she gave in, letting her voice spill freely—and it seemed to spur Ye Jiayuan on even more.

The windows were tightly shut, but the howl of the ocean wind still reached them. Yet their bodies burned where they touched—Fu Chaoying couldn’t even imagine how cold the sea breeze would feel.

The moment Ye Jiayuan’s mouth found her, something in Fu Chaoying’s mind seemed to shatter. Unconsciously, she hooked a leg over the front seat.

Ye Jiayuan licked slowly, savoring, then chuckled at the movement. “So good, baby.”

“So much…”

Fu Chaoying tangled her fingers in Ye Jiayuan’s hair, breathlessly calling out, “Sister…”

Ignoring her plea, Ye Jiayuan scraped her teeth lightly, coaxing out sounds that sent Fu Chaoying spiraling.

For the first time, Fu Chaoying didn’t hold back—she gave herself over completely, responding without restraint.

Ye Jiayuan grew more fervent, though a flicker of hesitation lingered.

Today, Fu Chaoying was unusually eager.

Lost in the rhythm of Ye Jiayuan’s lips and tongue, Fu Chaoying drifted higher—until, at the peak, a fleeting image flashed through her mind.

Fu Chaoying took two deep breaths and asked her, “Sister… do you like me?”

Her body trembled uncontrollably, yet she held her breath, desperate to hear the answer.