On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 45: Roses

“Sister, have you done this with anyone else?”

Fu Chaoying’s tone was calm, yet it carried a faint trace of resentment.

A flicker of amusement passed through Ye Jiayuan’s eyes before she shook her head decisively. “There’s no one else.”

Before the words fully faded, Fu Chaoying gave a light bite and voiced the question that had long lingered in her mind. “But Sister seems… very experienced.”

From their first kiss, the subtle teasing, to their first intimacy—Ye Jiayuan had never seemed like an inexperienced novice.

Ye Jiayuan let out a quiet laugh, her gaze briefly complicated, before she raised a hand to gently stroke Fu Chaoying’s hair. “I’ve only ever had you.”

Her tone held no trace of deceit or dismissal, only certainty and sincerity. Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and buried her face against Ye Jiayuan’s chest, taking a deep breath.

Ye Jiayuan lightly caressed the back of her neck. “Were you complimenting me just now?”

Her cool voice carried a husky undertone.

Fu Chaoying didn’t answer. After a long pause, she gave a small nod, then shook her head. “Sister is bad.”

Pinned firmly beneath her, Ye Jiayuan chuckled helplessly. “In this position… and you’re calling me bad?”

Fu Chaoying pursed her lips, let out a soft hum, and pushed herself up. But the moment her feet touched the ground, she was pulled back down.

Barely managing to brace herself above Ye Jiayuan, she unexpectedly met her gaze before being drawn into an embrace.

Her cheek pressed against Ye Jiayuan’s chest, right above her heart, Fu Chaoying could hear its strong, steady rhythm.

Her own heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. The tip of her ear brushed against something sharp, and her face flushed with warmth.

“Just two more minutes.”

Ye Jiayuan’s voice carried a tenderness and reluctance that wrapped around Fu Chaoying’s heart like a spring breeze. She mumbled, “Didn’t Sister say we were almost out of time?”

Her tone held a hint of grievance and coquetry.

As if hearing a soft laugh from Ye Jiayuan, Fu Chaoying lifted her eyes—only to be caught in her gaze. “Out of time for one round…”

“Oh.” The corners of Fu Chaoying’s lips curved slightly as she nestled obediently in her arms.

After estimating the time, Fu Chaoying got up and sat beside her, watching intently as Ye Jiayuan dressed.

Her gaze never wavered, captivated by the elegance of her movements—yet there was something undeniably alluring in every gesture.

The moment Ye Jiayuan turned around, Fu Chaoying averted her eyes instinctively, only to have her hand taken. “Let’s go down for breakfast.”

Side by side, they descended the stairs, only to find Liu Xin settling onto the living room sofa.

“Good morning, President Ye. Good morning, Miss Chaoying.”

Fu Chaoying smiled at her, guessing that Liu Xin had likely long sensed the unusual nature of their relationship. As Ye Jiayuan’s trusted assistant, she naturally wouldn’t dare speak carelessly outside.

Fu Chaoying didn’t pull her hand back, letting Ye Jiayuan keep hold of it.

Seated at the dining table, Fu Chaoying glanced back at Liu Xin. “Have you had breakfast yet, Assistant Liu?”

Liu Xin smiled at her. “Yes, I have. Please take your time.”

Mentally, she added a few points in Fu Chaoying’s favor—though she also let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

After breakfast, Fu Chaoying saw Ye Jiayuan and Liu Xin off.

Noticing Ye Jiayuan lingering by the entrance, Liu Xin tactfully went ahead to the elevator lobby.

Fu Chaoying waved at Ye Jiayuan, then couldn’t help but yawn. “I’m going back to sleep for a bit.”

Before she could finish, Ye Jiayuan caught her hand and pulled her into an unexpected embrace, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips.

“Miss me,” Ye Jiayuan murmured, nuzzling her nose lightly. “Hmm?”

Fu Chaoying scoffed. “Not a chance.”

Ye Jiayuan gazed at her playful expression, her eyes deepening with amusement. Her throat moved slightly as she leaned in and whispered by Fu Chaoying’s ear, “But I’ll miss my little sweetheart…”

A shiver ran through Fu Chaoying’s heart. She blinked, cupped Ye Jiayuan’s face, and lightly licked her lips. “Then come back early, Jiejie.”

Ye Jiayuan hummed in agreement, forcing herself to let go.

Fu Chaoying gently closed the door, then unconsciously touched her lips. Within mere seconds of Ye Jiayuan leaving, she already missed her.

She thought of that nightmare and shook her head.

Having slept poorly the night before, Fu Chaoying went upstairs to nap but instinctively hugged Ye Jiayuan’s pillow. Realizing what she was doing, she huffed and tossed it aside.

Two seconds later, she pulled it back into her arms. With a sigh, she chuckled helplessly.

The pillow carried her scent—faint and comforting. Breathing it in, Fu Chaoying drifted into peaceful sleep.

At least there were no more nightmares.

She woke at eleven and headed to the hotel.

Today, she drove Ye Jiayuan’s car, retrieved her luggage from the hotel room, and picked up her colleagues.

Her assistant and the legal officer both smiled knowingly, their eyes brimming with curiosity, though neither dared to ask.

The two tactfully avoided mentioning Fu Chaoying’s early checkout or the sudden appearance of the car.

Fu Chaoying smiled. “A friend who’s semi-settled in Hong Kong insisted I stay with her.”

She wondered—had Ye Jiayuan really “insisted” last night?

The assistant and legal officer chimed in, “That’s great!”

Fu Chaoying chuckled and shook her head, asking where they’d gone yesterday.

Only when they reached the restaurant’s parking lot did she check her phone and find a message from Ye Jiayuan half an hour earlier, asking if she wanted to have lunch together.

Fu Chaoying tapped the screen: I’m treating my colleagues to lunch.

The moment she sent it, a voice call notification popped up.

The assistant and legal officer took the cue and stepped out of the car. Fu Chaoying answered—

“Jiejie, aren’t you having lunch at the conference?”

“I want to be with you.”

Fu Chaoying gave her the address, then hung up and followed her colleagues. “That friend wants to join us for lunch. Just act natural.”

Assistant Li Bingzhi nodded eagerly. “It’s an honor to dine with President Ye.”

Fu Chaoying smiled. “She’s the one who recommended this place.”

She led them to a private room, ordered, and gazed at the sea view by the window, occasionally checking her phone for messages from Ye Jiayuan.

They chatted idly until Ye Jiayuan arrived fashionably late.

The moment the door opened, Fu Chaoying’s eyes met hers unexpectedly.

“President Ye!” the assistant and legal officer greeted in unison.

Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly at them, then fixed her gaze on Fu Chaoying.

Fu Chaoying smiled faintly and beckoned. “Jiejie, sit here.”

Ye Jiayuan sat down beside her, and the atmosphere instantly quieted.

Fu Chaoying asked softly, “Are you still going over there this afternoon?”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod. “After lunch.”

Fu Chaoying propped her chin on her hand, gazing at her before turning to the assistant and legal counsel. “We didn’t get the chance last night, so let me introduce you now. This is Ye Jiayuan, CEO of Xingye International.”

She then introduced the assistant and legal counsel one by one.

Assistant Li Bingzhi smiled and said, “We’ve long heard of Senior Ye’s reputation. Everyone knows you.”

The legal counsel also nodded eagerly. “Senior Ye is practically a legend at Nanda University.”

A touch of pride swelled in Fu Chaoying’s heart as she looked at Ye Jiayuan with a soft smile.

Li Bingzhi, ever the social butterfly, launched into a vivid retelling of Ye Jiayuan’s legendary status at Nanda.

Ye Jiayuan nodded occasionally, interjecting to debunk a few exaggerated claims.

Fu Chaoying chuckled. “That’s right. I heard the line of students chasing after Senior Ye stretched from the east gate to the west gate—and even that wasn’t enough. It had to circle the campus three times.”

The group burst into laughter. Ye Jiayuan shot Fu Chaoying an exasperated look but listened with amusement as she spun her tall tales, then calmly remarked, “I also heard half of Nanda’s student body were fans of Junior Fu.”

Fu Chaoying blinked. “No way.”

“Oh, but it’s true. During the ‘Star of Nanda’ voting, I think Teacher Fu actually won half the votes.” Li Bingzhi, who had been two years below Fu Chaoying, remembered the event clearly.

Fu Chaoying smiled at Ye Jiayuan but didn’t explain.

In reality, the election had allowed multiple votes, and Fu Chaoying’s college roommate, with her wide social circle, had campaigned tirelessly for her. That was how she ended up with the highest votes and the title.

Li Bingzhi, now animated, began recounting stories of Fu Chaoying’s university days—how flowers were delivered to her doorstep every morning, how someone once serenaded her with a love song beneath her dorm…

The corners of Fu Chaoying’s lips curled up, but Ye Jiayuan subtly caught her hand.

Feeling Ye Jiayuan’s thumb tracing slow circles over the back of her hand, Fu Chaoying turned to look at her—only to find her expression perfectly composed.

Outwardly serene… Who knew what was really going through her mind?

Fu Chaoying turned back to chat with Li Bingzhi and the others about Nanda, reminiscing about the restaurants on the backstreet.

What was meant to be a simple lunch turned into an impromptu Nanda alumni gathering.

Since the assistant and legal counsel had afternoon commitments, Fu Chaoying bid them farewell once more.

Once they reached the parking lot, Ye Jiayuan pulled Fu Chaoying toward her car.

“I drove here too,” Fu Chaoying hesitated, but Ye Jiayuan simply said, “Have the driver take it back.”

Fu Chaoying handed the keys to her, who then passed them to the driver.

The driver took the keys and got out of the car, while Liu Xin took over driving theirs.

Fu Chaoying followed her into the back seat and suddenly caught the scent of roses lingering in the air.

“Did you buy flowers, sis?”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod and immediately raised the partition.

Fu Chaoying’s heart raced as she was abruptly pulled onto Ye Jiayuan’s lap.

Ye Jiayuan nuzzled against her neck, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, not as sweet as you.”

Warm breath brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down Fu Chaoying’s spine. But before she could react, her collar was tugged aside, and lips pressed against her collarbone.

A thought struck her, and she gasped out, “My suitcase is in the other car.”

“We’ll get it later.”

A metal clasp snapped open, and Fu Chaoying feigned innocence. “Aren’t you supposed to go back for a meeting later, sis?”

Her voice trembled slightly at the end.

“Not anymore.” Ye Jiayuan’s breathing grew uneven.

A flicker of amusement crossed Fu Chaoying’s eyes as she recalled their earlier conversation.

Some people appeared calm and composed on the surface, yet… they couldn’t even resist dredging up old jealousy.

Her lips curved into a smile, but Ye Jiayuan responded with a sharp nip, drawing a soft whimper. “Sis…”

Fu Chaoying clung to her shoulders, pretending to be demure. “It’s still daytime, you know…”

Ye Jiayuan bit down gently before releasing her, fingers trembling as she fastened the clasp again.

When those fingers accidentally grazed a sensitive peak, Fu Chaoying shuddered, a quiet moan escaping her lips.

Ye Jiayuan paused briefly but swiftly adjusted her clothes back into place.

Everything returned to normal. Nestled in her arms, Fu Chaoying steadied her breathing, though her mind wandered to a certain item in her suitcase. A faint smirk tugged at her lips.

Once they reached the underground garage, Ye Jiayuan retrieved a bouquet of roses from the trunk and handed it to her personally.

Fu Chaoying accepted it, instinctively glancing at Liu Xin—only to find her completely indifferent. She couldn’t help but admire her professionalism.

Ye Jiayuan fetched her suitcase from the other car, pushing it with one hand while holding Fu Chaoying’s hand with the other.

Fu Chaoying stole a glance at her, but her expression was as composed as ever.

A stark contrast to the woman who had been breathless in the back seat moments ago.

The familiarity of this duality made Fu Chaoying’s lips curl into a knowing smile.

At home, Fu Chaoying placed the flowers on the entryway cabinet and bent to change her shoes—only to be swept off her feet.

She poked Ye Jiayuan’s shoulder lightly. “My flowers.”

Without moving, Ye Jiayuan spun her around, gesturing for her to take them.

Fu Chaoying reached out, cradling the bouquet while stealing glances at her through the scattered roses.

Ye Jiayuan carried her to the living room sofa, then stood. “I’ll get some water.”

Fu Chaoying blinked at her retreating figure. She had assumed being picked up meant… something else was about to happen.

Accepting the glass from Ye Jiayuan, she took a few sips before noticing her pull out a laptop.

“Still have work to do?”

Ye Jiayuan sat beside her. “Mmm, some things to take care of.”

“Oh, then I’ll go upstairs for a nap.”

Before she could rise, a hand caught her wrist.

Fu Chaoying looked down at her, puzzled. “Sis?”

“Stay with me.”

It was the first time she had made such a request. Fu Chaoying’s lips twitched upward as she picked up the laptop, settling onto Ye Jiayuan’s lap. She looped her arms around her neck, leaning in until their noses almost touched.

Ye Jiayuan’s breath hitched as those pink lips parted just inches away, whispering, “What reward do I get for staying with you, sis…?”

Before the words had even faded, Fu Chaoying felt her breath, the slight movement of her throat, and then sensed a pair of hands settling on her waist.

Ye Jiayuan abruptly leaned in closer. “What reward do you want?”

Fu Chaoying instinctively pulled back, then rose from her lap. “I need to think about it.”

The warmth of Ye Jiayuan’s palm and lap vanished in an instant. Her gaze lingered on Fu Chaoying’s retreating figure before hearing her say, “I’m going to grab a book to read.”

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes darkened slightly, her throat bobbing with a barely suppressed swallow.

As Fu Chaoying climbed the stairs, she recalled the look of disappointment in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes and couldn’t help but smile.

When she returned downstairs with the book, she found Ye Jiayuan brewing tea at the coffee table, her unfinished snacks neatly arranged beside her.

Settling beside her, Fu Chaoying wrapped an arm around her waist and rested her head quietly against Ye Jiayuan’s shoulder.

Once the tea was ready, Ye Jiayuan turned her attention to work.

Outside, a light drizzle began to fall again. Fu Chaoying sat beside her, engrossed in her book.

Gradually, drowsiness crept in, and she curled up on the couch, closing her eyes—only to suddenly feel a thin blanket draped over her.

Her mind clearing slightly, Fu Chaoying opened her eyes to find Ye Jiayuan fully absorbed in her work again.

A soft smile curved her lips as she closed her eyes once more.

When she woke again, the first thing she saw was Ye Jiayuan’s focused expression as she stared at her computer.

Still working overtime…

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together, mischief flickering in her eyes. Slowly rising, she wrapped her arms around Ye Jiayuan from behind, deliberately softening her voice into a coquettish murmur. “Jiejie…”

Ye Jiayuan glanced back at her. “Hmm?”

Fu Chaoying tugged at the hem of her shirt, slipping her hand beneath to trace idle patterns. But before she could explore further, her wrist was caught.

Breathing lightly against Ye Jiayuan’s ear, she feigned a pout. “Jiejie only cares about work…”

Ye Jiayuan set her laptop aside and gently stroked her shoulder. “That’s not true.”

Fu Chaoying tilted her head to press a kiss to her neck, nuzzling against her back—only to shiver involuntarily.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze deepened as she turned and pulled Fu Chaoying into her lap.

Pressed flush against her, Fu Chaoying nuzzled closer, tangling their fingers together. “Jiejie isn’t allowed to work anymore…”

Ye Jiayuan’s breathing grew uneven, her lips brushing Fu Chaoying’s earlobe as she murmured, “Then what should I do?”

A gasp escaped Fu Chaoying as Ye Jiayuan’s hand slid to her waist, kneading gently. She arched instinctively, her words slurring. “Do… me…”

Heat flooded her cheeks, but then she felt something unfamiliar against her ear—followed by an unfamiliar woman’s voice.

Fu Chaoying froze, only to hear Ye Jiayuan’s low, amused chuckle. “I’m in a meeting.”

…What?

Fu Chaoying jerked back as if electrocuted, but Ye Jiayuan added, “The mic’s off.”

Relief washed over her, and she tried to scramble off Ye Jiayuan’s lap—only to be pinned firmly in place before the world tilted.

“Little troublemaker, teasing me and then trying to run…”

With that husky murmur, Fu Chaoying found herself pressed into the couch.

The voices of strangers continued through the headphones as Ye Jiayuan kissed her fiercely.

A strange thrill of taboo surged through her. Trembling, Fu Chaoying weakly pushed at her shoulders. “Jiejie… shouldn’t you finish your meeting first…?”

Ye Jiayuan shook her head, noses brushing. “Don’t want the meeting. Just want… you.”

Her breath hitched at the raw hunger in Ye Jiayuan’s voice, a soft moan escaping her. “Mm…”

Then, from the headphones: “Director Ye, the report is complete. Do you have any further questions?”

“Sis…someone’s calling you…” Fu Chaoying was abruptly drawn into a deep kiss, a tingling sensation spreading to her core. She couldn’t help but gasp softly.

“President Ye?” The voice came through the headphones again.

Ye Jiayuan gently grazed her teeth against Fu’s skin before sucking again. Biting her lip to suppress any sounds, Fu heard her whisper, “Good girl, shhh.”

Making a silencing gesture, Ye lifted Fu onto her lap and unmuted the microphone.

Listening to Ye’s perfectly composed professional commentary, Fu unconsciously held her breath—only to be lightly pinched.

Fu shuddered violently, her back rubbing against Ye’s softness. A peculiar sensation blossomed in her chest.

Anticipation rose, only to be abruptly denied.

After some rustling, Fu found herself facing Ye, arms wrapped around her waist, gently moving on her lap. Still biting her lip to stay silent, Fu continued her subtle motions.

Feeling the movement beneath her, Ye’s breathing grew increasingly ragged. “That’s all for today. Meeting adjourned,” she said hurriedly.

The moment the microphone clicked off, Fu moaned helplessly, “Sis…ter…”

Hearing that trembling voice, Ye gripped Fu’s waist, unable to resist assisting her movements.

Much later, Fu lay trembling in her arms.

Noticing the dampness on her dress pants, Ye whispered against Fu’s ear, “Did my good girl…enjoy herself?”

Fu responded with another soft moan but refused to answer.

Turning Fu’s face toward her, Ye saw the faint blush at the corners of her eyes and captured her lips.

As Fu melted into the kiss, Ye suddenly lifted her and carried her upstairs.

In the bathroom, Ye murmured, “My pants might be a bit messy.”

Though the shower would’ve been simpler, Ye deliberately led her to the bathtub.

Nestling against Ye, Fu giggled, “Sis, you’ve got ulterior motives.”

“Mhm,” Ye admitted shamelessly, cradling her close.

Pressed against Ye’s softness with kisses trailing down her neck, Fu squirmed as that familiar itch returned.

Amid splashing water, Fu whimpered in her embrace when Ye asked, “Which way do you prefer, sweetheart?”

Fu Chaoying bit her lip lightly but couldn’t hold back a soft moan.

She didn’t answer the question, but Ye Jiayuan already had her answer: “Like this, right?”

Fu Chaoying whimpered softly, only to find her movements stopping.

“Try it yourself, sweetheart…”

Fu Chaoying froze for a moment before realizing what she meant, her voice trembling with a sob. “No… you do it…”

Ye Jiayuan kissed her earlobe, feigning confusion. “Hmm? You don’t want me to?”

Fu Chaoying squirmed slightly, her voice hoarse with a whine. “Please, do it for me…”

A flicker of amusement passed through Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as she quickened her pace. “Then, sweetheart…”

Understanding her meaning, Fu Chaoying stopped holding back—only to be suddenly lifted into the air.

She blinked in surprise before being carried to the bed, caught off guard by the press of Ye Jiayuan’s lips against hers. The sound of wetness grew louder, and Fu Chaoying’s mind exploded like fireworks.

“So much,” Ye Jiayuan murmured hoarsely.

Fu Chaoying’s cheeks burned hotter, but Ye Jiayuan leaned in to kiss her again.

As their tongues tangled, Fu Chaoying tasted herself.

“Do you like the taste, sister?” she gasped.

Ye Jiayuan hummed softly. “It’s sweet.”

“Where’s the sweetness?” Fu Chaoying couldn’t detect any.

“You’re sweet,” Ye Jiayuan whispered, pressing a soothing kiss to her back.

Before she knew it, the daylight had faded. Fu Chaoying nudged her shoulder lightly. “I’m hungry.”

Ye Jiayuan kissed her neck again. “I’ll call for food.”

As she got up, Fu Chaoying immediately caught her wrist, her voice barely audible. “The clothes are downstairs…”

They had been left scattered on the sofa earlier.

Ye Jiayuan paused, then turned to look at her. “I’ll go get them.”

Watching the smooth, pale expanse of Ye Jiayuan’s back, Fu Chaoying swallowed hard.

Once Ye Jiayuan dressed and went downstairs, Fu Chaoying got up and opened her suitcase, pulling out a small toy. A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she tucked it into the bedside drawer.

Wrapped in a towel, she headed to the walk-in closet, picked out some clothes at random, and stepped onto the balcony to watch the sunset.

The evening glow painted the sky, and the setting sun cast shimmering reflections on the sea. The scene was breathtaking—Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but smile and snap a photo with her phone.

She turned to go downstairs but froze at the landing when she heard Ye Jiayuan’s voice—

“Mm, handle it.”

“Don’t let her appear in front of Xiao Ying.”