On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 44: Whimpers

Suddenly pulled into Ye Jiayuan’s embrace, Fu Chaoying felt the faint hope in her heart about to slip away—until she heard a soft whisper by her ear:

“I like you.”

Ye Jiayuan’s usually cool voice carried a rare tenderness.

The howling sea wind outside the window vanished. The uneven breaths of the two inside the car seemed to fade as well. With just those three simple words, the pounding of Fu Chaoying’s heart drowned out everything else.

“Little one,” Ye Jiayuan murmured, pressing their noses together in a gentle nuzzle.

Fu Chaoying caught a scent—something that hinted at the passion between them—and only then did she snap back to reality. What kind of atmosphere was this?

She shouldn’t have asked that question in such a hormone-charged moment.

But this was Ye Jiayuan—always composed, always clear-headed.

Fu Chaoying’s heart raced like never before. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

Whether it disappeared into her hair or not, Ye Jiayuan kissed it away.

“Why are you crying?” Concern laced Ye Jiayuan’s voice as she reached up to touch the spot. “Are you uncomfortable?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head, burying her face into Ye Jiayuan’s chest and pressing closer.

Ye Jiayuan paused, then lowered her head to brush a kiss against Fu Chaoying’s shoulder.

Fu Chaoying savored each kiss—gentle, unhurried, even a little cautious.

She parted her lips but stayed silent.

After what felt like an eternity, Ye Jiayuan pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and asked, “Shall we go home?”

Fu Chaoying gave a quiet hum. The rustling of fabric followed as Ye Jiayuan helped her dress.

Just as Fu Chaoying moved to join her in the back seat, Ye Jiayuan held her shoulder. “The back is more spacious. Rest properly.”

Ye Jiayuan took the front seat, and the car’s interior warmed with soft yellow light.

Lying in the back, Fu Chaoying gazed at Ye Jiayuan’s profile—still coolly beautiful, still enigmatic.

Her heart remained unsettled. Sitting up, she rolled down the window, letting the salty sea breeze wash over her.

“Are you cold?” Ye Jiayuan asked softly.

“No,” Fu Chaoying replied absently. “Sister, do you want to play some music?”

Ye Jiayuan tapped the controls, and the speakers blared a rock song—“Love-ing.”

Fu Chaoying glanced at her profile again, and finally, a smile curved her lips.

She remembered this band had previously collaborated with a coffee brand, releasing lyric-themed coffee cups. She had once bought the cup featuring this song’s lyrics and even sent a photo of it to Ye Jiayuan.

Never did she expect Ye Jiayuan would actually listen to this song.

The melody was cheerful, and Fu Chaoying’s eyes curved even more with delight.

At a familiar intersection, Fu Chaoying suddenly remembered a crucial detail: “My luggage is still at the hotel.”

“There are clothes at home,” Ye Jiayuan replied casually.

Fu Chaoying blinked, teasing her, “I don’t want to wear black, white, or gray shirts and suits.”

Stopped at a red light, Ye Jiayuan turned to look at her and smiled helplessly. “I bought clothes for you—similar to your usual style.”

Fu Chaoying’s heart skipped a beat. “Did you pick them out yourself?”

Ye Jiayuan shook her head. “I asked Liu Xin to help vet them.”

Of course… Ye Jiayuan always turned to her for personal matters.

A flicker of emotion passed through Fu Chaoying’s eyes but vanished just as quickly.

The moment they arrived home, Fu Chaoying went to find her charger to plug in her phone.

“Tired?” Ye Jiayuan followed slowly behind her, watching as she pushed open the bedroom door.

“My phone’s dead.” The moment Fu Chaoying stepped inside, she froze instinctively, scanning the room—but the familiar vibrant oil painting was nowhere in sight.

Her heartbeat faltered for a second before Ye Jiayuan suddenly took her hand. A low voice sounded by her ear: “I moved to the master bedroom upstairs.”

Fu Chaoying exhaled imperceptibly and let herself be led upstairs.

“Have you been under a lot of work stress lately?” Ye Jiayuan gently traced the back of her hand, her voice soft.

Perhaps sensing something, Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together. “Ran into a bit of trouble, but it shouldn’t be a big issue.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod and squeezed her hand. “Let me know if you need help.”

Fu Chaoying shook her head lightly, then remembered something. “I want to retrieve half of Grandma’s works from the South American Gallery. I’ll try negotiating with them first—”

Ye Jiayuan guided her into the master bedroom and said calmly, “They won’t dare refuse now.”

Fu Chaoying looked up sharply. “Huh?”

“I’ve already warned them.”

Ye Jiayuan led her to the walk-in closet.

Fu Chaoying’s gaze immediately landed on the dopamine-colored casual wear and the elegant, intellectual-style professional outfits.

There were clothes for every season, some even from brands she frequently wore.

Fu Chaoying stepped forward, then turned back to stare at her in surprise—only to meet Ye Jiayuan’s deep, unreadable eyes.

Ye Jiayuan’s expression was cool, but a hint of amusement lingered in her gaze. “Do you like them?”

Fu Chaoying pointed at a few pieces. “I like these.”

Ye Jiayuan nodded. “Then we’ll buy more.”

Fu Chaoying hesitated before asking softly, “Then… could you come shopping with me?”

Ye Jiayuan thought for a moment. “When? I’ll have Liu Xin check my schedule.”

“Next time.” Fu Chaoying turned away to find her charger.

Ye Jiayuan watched her retreating figure, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Once her phone was charging, Fu Chaoying sat by the window, gazing at the night view—until she felt arms wrap around her from behind.

“Are you upset?” Ye Jiayuan asked.

Fu Chaoying covered the hand resting at her waist and smiled. “Not at all.”

“There’s a summit tomorrow. I don’t have to stay the whole time, so I can go shopping with you by evening at the latest.”

Fu Chaoying turned to face her. “There are plenty of clothes at home. No need to buy more for now.”

Her home, of course, referred to her residence in Nanyan.

Ye Jiayuan fell silent for a moment before giving a slight nod.

Fu Chaoying wrapped her arms around Ye’s waist, resting her chin on her shoulder as she gazed at their reflections in the window.

Then, unexpectedly, she felt a gentle touch on her head and heard Ye murmur softly, “Xiaoguai.”

Fu Chaoying tilted her head to look at her, her nose brushing against Ye’s neck. “Hmm?”

Ye Jiayuan raised a hand to caress her cheek and whispered, “I’ve already started shifting my work priorities.”

The corners of Fu Chaoying’s lips curved as she hooked her fingers with Ye’s. “I’ll wait for you, Jiejie.”

She had always been waiting for her—and moving closer to her all the while.

Ye Jiayuan pressed a light kiss to the corner of her mouth before asking, “Do you want to watch a movie?”

Fu Chaoying was still considering when she heard raindrops tapping against the window. “It’s raining.”

Ye Jiayuan hummed in acknowledgment.

Fu Chaoying pulled away from her embrace. “I’ll go take a shower first, then.”

Ye Jiayuan watched her leave, her gaze dimming slightly—until Fu Chaoying suddenly turned back. “Jiejie, will you dry my hair for me later?”

“Mm.” Ye nodded gently, the faint shadows in her eyes dissipating completely.

Once in the bathroom, Fu Chaoying turned on the hot water, trying to clear her mind.

Outside, the wind and rain continued unabated. Standing under the steaming spray, she suddenly laughed to herself.

Having grown up together, she had always taken Ye Jiayuan for granted—trusted her implicitly.

With absolute certainty.

By the time she had soothed her own thoughts, wrapped herself in a towel, and stepped out with her hair covered, Ye Jiayuan was already sitting on the edge of the bed reading.

Hearing her approach, Ye set the book aside and rose, walking over to take her hand and guide her to the sofa by the window.

Fu Chaoying obediently settled onto her lap, facing her and wrapping her arms around Ye’s waist as Ye began drying her hair.

The sound of wind and rain outside, the warmth of the dryer above her, and the soft, fragrant embrace of Ye Jiayuan—all of it made Fu Chaoying feel, for a fleeting moment, truly happy.

Ever since the loss of her most important family member, the things that could bring her joy had grown fewer and farther between.

The corners of her lips curled as she deliberately adopted a coquettish tone. “Jiejie, did you prepare any snacks?”

Ye Jiayuan’s fingers paused briefly in her hair. “I’ll have someone bring some over. What would you like?”

She picked up her phone to make the call.

Fu Chaoying chuckled against her chest. “Beef jerky, chips, fish tofu…”

Without hesitation, she listed off a string of items, and Ye Jiayuan repeated them one by one.

“Anything to drink?”

Fu Chaoying thought for a moment before smiling. “Soda.”

Once the call ended, Ye resumed drying her hair.

Fu Chaoying held her tightly, staring blankly at the raindrops on the window as her strands slowly dried.

Ye Jiayuan patted her shoulder lightly. “I’m going to shower.”

Fu Chaoying made her way downstairs, curling up on the sofa to browse through movies before sprawling out to play on her phone.

Ye Jiayuan was still in the shower.

Then, abruptly, Fu Chaoying remembered something in her suitcase, and her lips quirked upward.

Before long, the doorbell rang.

Fu Chaoying went to answer it, finding a unfamiliar woman delivering the snacks.

She thanked the woman politely before carrying the bags inside.

She had just finished a few pieces of fish tofu when she heard Ye Jiayuan’s footsteps.

“Jiejie has so many beautiful assistants,” Fu Chaoying remarked without turning around, her voice deliberately airy.

Amusement flickered in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes. “Are you jealous?”

Fu Chaoying glanced back at her. “She doesn’t seem like your type.”

Ye took a seat beside her and replied evenly, “I don’t have a type.”

Fu Chaoying leaned closer. “Then what about me?”

“You’re the exception.” Ye Jiayuan pulled her into an embrace. “Let’s watch the movie.”

The conversation ended abruptly. Fu Chaoying gazed steadily into her eyes for a moment before finally looking away.

The movie began playing on screen.

Fu Chaoying nibbled on snacks while occasionally stealing glances at her. On the third look, she found herself captured by those mesmerizing eyes.

“Am I more interesting than the movie?” Ye Jiayuan cupped her chin.

Fu Chaoying nodded almost unconsciously, only to be caught off guard by a deep kiss. The wandering hands gradually moved upward, drawing a soft gasp from her.

“Little one.” Ye Jiayuan pressed their noses together, her voice husky with desire, the familiar faint blush appearing at the corners of her eyes.

Fu Chaoying smiled sweetly and leaned back slightly. “We’ve reached today’s quota.”

Ye Jiayuan chuckled helplessly. “Then stop sneaking glances at me.”

“If sister wasn’t looking at me, how would you know I was looking at you?” Fu Chaoying retorted playfully, surprised when Ye Jiayuan openly admitted—

“You caught me this time.”

This time… Fu Chaoying blinked, confusion flickering in her eyes.

Did this mean Ye Jiayuan had secretly watched her before without being noticed?

Fu Chaoying’s heart gave an unexpected flutter.

The comedy film was Fu Chaoying’s choice. But Ye Jiayuan, ever serious, remained straight-faced even at the funniest moments, leaving Fu Chaoying laughing alone.

Unable to resist, Fu Chaoying turned and gently tugged at the corners of her lips. “Not funny?” she whispered.

Ye Jiayuan forced a smile at her and said lightly, “Not bad.”

Fu Chaoying looked at her helpless expression after being made to smile and found it amusing.

Unable to hold back, Fu Chaoying let out a soft laugh, only to be silenced by Ye Jiayuan’s kiss.

Their tongues tangled, and Fu Chaoying gasped slightly as she gently pushed against Ye Jiayuan’s shoulders, murmuring coyly, “Today’s kiss quota is already used up!”

Ye Jiayuan had no choice but to release her. “Let’s watch a movie,” she said.

After watching together for a while, Fu Chaoying began yawning frequently.

Ye Jiayuan reached over to turn off the TV, then scooped her up by the waist.

Caught off guard by the sudden lift, Fu Chaoying instinctively wrapped her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck, only to lose herself momentarily in the depths of her gaze.

Ye Jiayuan averted her eyes, carrying Fu Chaoying upstairs and laying her down on the bed before slipping in on the other side.

Fu Chaoying watched her every move intently until she settled beside her.

Almost reflexively, Fu Chaoying nestled into her embrace, and Ye Jiayuan instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist.

The intimacy seemed to flip a switch—both their breaths grew ragged in unison.

The sound of their uneven breathing was starkly audible in the quiet night.

Fu Chaoying’s throat bobbed, but then she heard Ye Jiayuan murmur, “Goodnight.”

Before the words fully faded, Fu Chaoying tilted her head up, her lips brushing Ye Jiayuan’s chin as she whispered, “Does sister want a goodnight…?”

The last word never made it out before Ye Jiayuan sealed her lips with a kiss.

It was as if Ye Jiayuan could read her mind.

The air between them grew thick. Ye Jiayuan’s hand slid down, fingers tracing the smooth, delicate skin of Fu Chaoying’s thigh. Fu Chaoying responded by lightly rubbing against her.

Everything was understood without words.

But Ye Jiayuan didn’t push further. Fu Chaoying chuckled softly. “Goodnight, sister.”

Ye Jiayuan exhaled shakily, leaning close to her ear to gently suck on her earlobe. “Little one…”

Fu Chaoying loved the sound of her voice like this—laced with restrained desire. Even as her body trembled, she feigned innocence. “What’s wrong, sister?”

Ye Jiayuan teased her with light touches and pinches. “If we sleep like this, won’t it be uncomfortable?”

Fu Chaoying shivered again and countered, “What about you, sister? Should we… take a shower?”

Ye Jiayuan released her and sat up abruptly.

Confusion flickered in Fu Chaoying’s eyes until she saw Ye Jiayuan turn on the light and come back to lift her into her arms.

Before she could react, Fu Chaoying found herself seated on Ye Jiayuan’s lap, hearing her husky question: “Together?”

Her throat dry, Fu Chaoying gave a small nod before Ye Jiayuan guided her up and led her toward the bathroom.

There was a bathtub waiting.

Fu Chaoying’s heart pounded wildly, as if it might leap out of her chest.

While waiting for the water to fill, Ye Jiayuan set her on the counter, showering her with tender, lingering kisses.

Fu Chaoying arched back helplessly, only to be pulled down again. The moment Ye Jiayuan’s lips met hers, she trembled uncontrollably. Her legs, lifted without her realizing, came to rest on Ye Jiayuan’s shoulders.

Dazed, Fu Chaoying turned her gaze away, cheeks burning, soft sounds escaping her throat.

Neither of them paid any attention to the filling bathtub.

When Fu Chaoying glanced down at Ye Jiayuan kneeling before her, something inside her chest caved in.

Ye Jiayuan was performing an act of devotion.

A sharp suck drew a moan from Fu Chaoying’s lips. “Mmm… sister, be gentle.”

After the storm passed, Fu Chaoying trembled, whimpering softly—only for Ye Jiayuan to press close and claim her lips once more.

Fu Chaoying collided with her slightly dazed gaze before having her lips sealed.

Almost instantly, liquid was passed into her mouth, and Fu Chaoying recognized it the moment it touched her tongue.

Ye Jiayuan nuzzled her nose and called out in a husky voice, “Sweetheart… do you like it?”

The sound of water overflowing from the bathtub reached her ears. Fu Chaoying bit her lip lightly, refusing to answer, only for Ye Jiayuan to lean down and kiss the tip of her chin.

A soft whimper escaped Fu Chaoying’s throat before she was lifted into the air once more.

As they settled into the bathtub, Ye Jiayuan grabbed a nearby cushion to protect her knees.

Waves of water surged rhythmically in the tub. Fu Chaoying’s voice grew hoarse, her body trembling uncontrollably between gasps and whimpers.

Time blurred—how long had it been?—before Fu Chaoying clung to Ye Jiayuan’s shoulders as she was lifted out.

Too weak to stand, she leaned against her, letting Ye Jiayuan gently dry the droplets from her skin.

The lingering sensation hadn’t faded when Fu Chaoying pressed close to her ear, breathing heavily.

Back in bed, Ye Jiayuan showered her with tender kisses, soothing her. Still with a hint of tears in her voice, Fu Chaoying lightly punched her shoulder. “You’re so mean, Jiejie…”

Ye Jiayuan stroked her back, replying in a low voice, “Mhm, I’m mean. Sweetheart is good.”

Fu Chaoying’s resistance melted away, surrendering to the lingering tremors coursing through her body.

As her breathing steadied, a thought flickered in Fu Chaoying’s mind, and she pressed her ear to Ye Jiayuan’s chest, listening.

The heartbeat beneath her ear was steady and strong. Lost in the sound, Fu Chaoying suddenly lifted a finger and poked lightly. “Jiejie… is there room for me in here?”

Ye Jiayuan cupped the back of her neck, fingers brushing gently. “Mhm.”

“Goodnight,” Ye Jiayuan murmured, smoothing a hand over her hair.

Fu Chaoying curved her lips playfully. “Who’s saying goodnight?”

A rustling sound, then a soft kiss landed on her forehead, accompanied by a warm whisper: “Goodnight, wifey.”

Fu Chaoying closed her eyes with a smile, drifting toward sleep—only to be jolted awake each time by some fleeting thought, the cycle repeating.

She didn’t know when she finally fell asleep, only remembering the steady breathing beside her.

A sudden clap of thunder outside startled her awake. Her eyes flew open—only to find the space beside her empty.

The bedroom was silent, the bathroom dark. A cold weight settled in Fu Chaoying’s chest.

Barefoot, she slipped out of bed and quietly pushed the door open—just in time to catch Ye Jiayuan’s icy tone:

“Impossible. Get a grip.”

Her voice was calm, yet laced with something unreadable.

The moment Fu Chaoying stepped forward, a voice cut through the dark: “Awake?”

Caught off guard, their eyes met. Fu Chaoying’s pulse spiked, her gaze instinctively dropping to the phone in Ye Jiayuan’s right hand.

Ye Jiayuan must have ended the call the second she heard the door open.

Fu Chaoying lowered her eyes, but rapid footsteps approached before she was swept into Ye Jiayuan’s arms.

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?” Ye Jiayuan’s voice was impossibly soft.

Fu Chaoying looked up. “Who were you talking to?”

Ye Jiayuan answered flatly, “Someone I sponsored before. Just a minor issue.”

A photograph flashed through Fu Chaoying’s mind—along with the memory of Ye Jiayuan’s recent trip to Guangnan, supposedly for charity work.

But why would someone she sponsored have her personal number?

Ye Jiayuan set her back on the bed, kissing her forehead. “Sleep. Goodnight.”

She lay down beside her, but when Fu Chaoying didn’t move closer, a shadow of something complicated flickered in her eyes.

Fu Chaoying tried to fall asleep again, only to be pulled into an embrace in her drowsy state.

She jolted awake instantly but didn’t push her away. Her heart felt suspended in midair—unsure if it would land, or when.

She didn’t know when she finally drifted off. The next morning, Fu Chaoying woke with a start from a nightmare, only to open her eyes and see one of its central figures.

Yet Ye Jiayuan’s gaze was nothing but tender.

Fu Chaoying averted her eyes and asked softly, “What time is it?”

Ye Jiayuan reached out to stroke her hair. “Only seven. Sleep a little longer.”

Fu Chaoying obediently closed her eyes again, then suddenly remembered. “Don’t you have to get up for the summit?”

“Mhm.” Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep a little longer.”

But Fu Chaoying didn’t close her eyes again, simply rising with her instead.

Noticing Ye Jiayuan’s questioning look, Fu Chaoying offered a faint smile. “Can’t sleep anymore.”

The images from her nightmare flashed through her mind, making peaceful rest impossible.

They stood side by side as they washed up, and Ye Jiayuan studied her thoughtfully. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Fu Chaoying gave an innocent smile. “I woke up to thunder and found you weren’t in bed.”

Ye Jiayuan exhaled almost imperceptibly. “I stepped out to take a call.”

Fu Chaoying forced a light laugh. “I know.”

After finishing her routine, Fu Chaoying watched intently as Ye Jiayuan changed, then quietly stepped in front of her.

Ye Jiayuan had just slipped out of her sleepwear when Fu Chaoying wrapped her arms around her waist. With a resigned chuckle, Ye Jiayuan lightly tapped her nose. “We might not have time.”

Before she could finish, Fu Chaoying took her fingertip into her mouth, sucking gently. A smile crept into Ye Jiayuan’s eyes. “Breakfast is downstairs.”

Fu Chaoying shook her head, fingers tracing delicate circles. “But I prefer this.”

Perhaps it was the look in her eyes, but a soft, involuntary sound escaped Ye Jiayuan’s throat.

Fu Chaoying nudged her back slightly, lips brushing her ear as she whispered, “Do you like it, Jiejie…?”

“Mhm…” Ye Jiayuan shivered under the warm, wet caress of her tongue, a quiet moan slipping out.

Fu Chaoying grazed her teeth lightly, murmuring against her skin, “And this…?”

“That too…”

Before Ye Jiayuan could finish, she sensed the spark in Fu Chaoying threatening to blaze.

Reason returned, and she gently pushed her shoulder in time. “We’re almost out of time.”

Fu Chaoying leisurely pressed down on her shoulder, capturing her collarbone with a kiss, sucking and teasing, alternating between slow and fast, light and heavy.

The moment she touched the dampness, Fu Chaoying suddenly lifted her gaze, meeting her slightly dazed eyes, and asked softly, “Sister, have you done this with anyone else?”