On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 5: Tearful Eyes, a Sight to Move the Heart

“Jiayuan-jie saw my social media post?”

“No, someone just mentioned it.” Ye Jiayuan’s tone was indifferent.

Fu Chaoyin’s eyes swept discreetly over the dense text and images on Ye Jiayuan’s tablet, mocking herself inwardly—

With her workload, how could she expect her to spare time for her social media?

Feigning nonchalance, Fu Chaoyin averted her gaze, her voice gentle, “Wanted a change of mood.”

Oil paintings, with their vibrant hues, carried a liveliness and freedom that ink paintings lacked.

They lifted the spirits—a fitting explanation for someone playing the role of a “heartbroken soul” like her.

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod. “Not a bad idea.”

Her tone remained neutral, but a trace of curiosity flickered in her eyes.

Fu Chaoyin caught that probing look from the corner of her eye, amusement and mischief flashing in her own.

Ye Jiayuan closed her tablet with a swift, composed motion, her focus returning to Fu Chaoyin’s face. “You messaged me last night—was it about Yi’an?”

“I was in a meeting at the time.”

The explanation came abruptly. Fu Chaoyin paused briefly before smiling warmly, “I wanted to thank you for sending over Jade Orchid Painting. Jiayuan-jie, do you have time these next couple of days? I’d like to treat you to dinner.”

Ye Jiayuan hesitated, then shook her head lightly. “No need for formalities. Fulfilling an elder’s wish is only right.”

Fu Chaoyin’s heart clenched. In this world, the only person who knew—and had the means—to fulfill her grandmother’s last wish was Ye Jiayuan.

Yet she had declined the dinner invitation, as if spending a fortune to acquire Magnolia Painting and delivering it was merely her duty, devoid of any deeper meaning.

Lowering her lashes, Fu Chaoyin asked softly, “Then how about I gift you two paintings instead?”

She had originally planned to present them during dinner.

Ye Jiayuan seemed momentarily taken aback before lifting her eyes to meet hers.

The thoughts in those eyes were complex, as if assessing the value of this gift, or perhaps pondering something else entirely.

After a long while, she finally spoke, “Did you paint this recently?”

Fu Chaoying’s paintings were partly exhibited at the Chaoying Art Museum, while others were auctioned to raise funds for charity.

Fu Chaoying nodded, her tone gentle yet solemn, “I painted it a few nights ago. Originally, I intended to keep it for myself.”

Paintings that an artist chooses to keep private are often those they hold in the highest regard.

Yet now, as she prepared to give it to Ye Jiayuan, Fu Chaoying felt not the slightest reluctance.

Ye Jiayuan didn’t respond immediately, only gazing at her quietly, as if searching for something in her expression.

Fu Chaoying felt her heartbeat quicken uncontrollably, yet she maintained a gentle smile on her surface—until the other party finally nodded.

Fu Chaoying exhaled imperceptibly.

Except for moments of drunkenness, she always felt inexplicably nervous whenever she was alone with Ye Jiayuan.

The car slowly entered the compound, and once it came to a stop, the two stepped out together.

Under the misty veil, the Ye family mansion was brilliantly lit but unusually quiet. Fu Chaoying detected a hint of tension and unease in the air.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Just before pushing open the main door, Ye Jiayuan suddenly murmured these words.

Her tone was calm, yet it carried a certain power that steadied the heart.

Fu Chaoying looked up at her retreating figure, unsure why she had said such a thing, but still responded with a soft, involuntary hum.

The moment Ye Jiayuan entered, she called Ye Yi’an into the study.

Fu Chaoying’s peripheral gaze lingered on Ye Jiayuan’s back as she ascended the stairs, but she was abruptly pulled into the arms of Aunt Chu, who whispered with concern—

“Poor child, you’ve been wronged.”

Fu Chaoying stiffened slightly as her aunt’s voice immediately followed: “That homewrecker somehow got hold of Aunt Chu’s WeChat and sent her a friend request under the guise of being Yi’an’s new girlfriend. That’s how we found out…”

Before her aunt could finish, Fu Chaoying’s tears fell abruptly. Not because she was moved by the atmosphere, but to play along with the moment, making herself appear even more pitiful and helpless.

Aunt Chu hugged her tighter, heartbroken, while Fu Chaoying silently embraced her role as the victim, letting her tears blur her vision.

–

Inside the study.

Ye Jiayuan stood with her back to Ye Yi’an, hands clasped in front of her, gazing at the distant mist-shrouded mountains.

Her posture was upright, casting a long shadow under the soft, dim light.

Ye Yi’an stood beside the desk, eyes flickering nervously, her voice trembling: “Sis, Yu Qingqi and I… that woman, we really didn’t go that far.”

Ye Jiayuan didn’t turn around, speaking only in a composed tone: “I recall telling you three years ago.”

“The Fu family has done our family a great favor. If you insist on being with their orphaned daughter, you must never let her suffer even the slightest grievance.”

Her words struck like a hammer, piercing straight to the heart, draining the color from Ye Yi’an’s face.

Back then, young and impulsive, consumed by love, how could she have considered the distant future?

“Sis, I know I was wrong. Nothing substantial happened between us… I don’t know how that woman even got in touch with Mom,” Ye Yi’an choked out in defense.

Ye Jiayuan suddenly laughed, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. Then she slowly turned around, fixing Ye Yi’an—her own younger sister—with a profoundly disappointed gaze.

“I taught you better.”

“The facts are clear. There’s no point in making excuses.”

Ye Yi’an couldn’t meet her sister’s eyes, lowering her head as her voice grew smaller: “Sis, I’ll transfer half of my shares to A-Ying as compensation… I’ve already signed the art gallery over to her.”

Ye Jiayuan’s voice deepened: “If you can’t show sincerity today, this won’t end well.”

Ye Yi’an’s heart jolted—wasn’t this enough sincerity?

She looked up at Ye Jiayuan. “Sis, I’ve given everything I can…”

Ye Yi’an’s studio was currently operating at a loss—her judgment had been poor, with one signed artist after another embroiled in scandals.

“Transfer 5% of your equity to her.” Ye Jiayuan’s voice was calm, yet brooked no argument.

“Sis!” Ye Yi’an nearly shouted, “This is all my company shares!”

“Sis, I’m your actual sister!”

How could the favoritism be this blatant? The words burned on Ye Yi’an’s tongue but remained unspoken.

Ye Jiayuan gazed at her calmly, her eyes unreadable. “When you hurt her, did you remember you were a daughter of the Ye family?”

The accusation struck deep, leaving Ye Yi’an speechless.

Fu Li, Fu Chaoying’s grandmother, had repeatedly rescued the Ye family during their darkest hours.

No one in the Ye family had any right to harm Fu Chaoying.

“Leave.”

Ye Jiayuan’s dismissal was final.

When Fu Chaoying entered the study, Ye Jiayuan was seated at the desk.

“You’re here.” Ye Jiayuan’s voice was low yet gentle.

Fu Chaoying paused, then softly called, “Jiayuan-jie.”

Noticing the faint redness at the corners of her eyes, Ye Jiayuan handed her a packet of tissues.

“Thank you.” Fu Chaoying accepted them, carefully dabbing at her eyes with deliberate, fragile movements.

“Have a seat.” Ye Jiayuan gestured slightly.

“Yi’an was wrong to hurt you. She’ll transfer all her shares to you.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Fu Chaoying’s face, though she maintained her composure. “If money could erase pain, I’d be overjoyed right now.”

Her voice still carried a hint of tears, painting a pitiful picture.

Ye Jiayuan studied her, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes before she looked away. “Money is all she has now.”

Fu Chaoying remained silent.

Ye Jiayuan continued, “If there’s anything else you’d like as compensation, name it.”

Fu Chaoying slowly lifted her gaze, her watery eyes meeting Ye Jiayuan’s as she tentatively asked, “Jiayuan-jie, anything at all?”

After a brief pause, Ye Jiayuan nodded. “Yes.”

Fu Chaoying thought for a moment before suddenly saying, “Then… could you be the strategic advisor for my company?”

Ye Jiayuan’s expertise lay in venture capital, having invested in multiple unicorn projects—her strategic insight was unparalleled.

A faint smile touched Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as she arched a brow. “I could recommend other professionals for you.”

Xingye International had just expanded overseas, and she currently split her time between Singapore and Hong Kong.

Another gentle refusal.

Fu Chaoying’s breath hitched before she turned to the window with a bitter smile.

Night had long since fallen, leaving only a sliver of light outside. The distant mountains layered like strokes in an exquisite ink painting.

“But I don’t trust anyone else right now,” Fu Chaoying murmured.

Ye Jiayuan quietly observed her profile, something profound flickering in her gaze before she finally said, “I’m also just ‘someone else.’”

Fu Chaoying abruptly turned to face her. Their eyes locked, neither looking away.

In those disappointment-filled eyes, Ye Jiayuan suddenly caught a glimmer of amusement before hearing, “But Jiayuan-jie hasn’t changed.”

Fu Chaoying smiled faintly, her eyes still red. “Jiayuan-jie is as cool and rational as ever, rejecting me without hesitation.”

With that, Fu Chaoying turned and left the study.

Her retreating figure was lonely yet resilient, independent.

And unmistakably angry.

For no reason, Ye Jiayuan recalled the sly glint in Fu Chaoying’s drunken eyes that night. Her fingers absently brushed her lips, where the memory of softness and warmth lingered.

–

After leaving the study, Fu Chaoying retreated to the washroom to compose herself.

The mirror reflected her slightly reddened eyes, glistening just enough to appear pitiful.

She pressed her lips together, adjusted her expression, and headed downstairs.

Seeing her come downstairs, Aunt Chu quickly beckoned her to sit: “My birthday isn’t important, but don’t go starving yourself.”

Her tone was full of concern.

Respecting elders’ birthdays as paramount, Fu Chaoying obediently took her seat between her aunt and cousin.

Ye Yi’an had already disappeared from sight.

Aunt Chu continued her relentless scolding: “After making such a huge mistake, she won’t get any meals at home from now on.”

Fu Chaoying took a few polite bites before excusing herself from the table.

Her cousin Fu Chaohua said she’d check on her and followed suit.

The two met wordlessly at the entrance.

Fu Chaohua grabbed her hand, voice thick with reproach and worry: “Not telling my mother about something this big is one thing, but keeping it from me too? Clearly you don’t see me as your sister at all!”

Fu Chaohua had been overwhelmed preparing for her PhD graduation.

Fu Chaoying immediately linked arms with her, softening her voice: “You’re under enough pressure, sis. I didn’t want to add to your burdens.”

Fu Chaohua had always been defenseless against her little sister’s coaxing, her heart melting instantly. Still, she couldn’t help saying: “I warned you she was no good, but you wouldn’t listen.”

With a sigh, she added: “Though breaking up now is for the best, before she caused even bigger problems.”

Fu Chaoying patted her hand gently, “I’m fine now, sis.”

The casual reassurance made Fu Chaohua’s nose sting. Buried in research, she realized how little attention she’d paid her sister lately.

Little Chaoying used to be such a crybaby, tears always at the ready.

But since Grandma passed when she was 21, she’d rarely shed tears.

Not even at the funeral.

Fu Chaohua had thought she’d come to terms with it. Now she wondered—had her sister stopped crying because with no protector left, tears seemed pointless?

Her eyes reddened involuntarily.

Noticing this, Fu Chaoying flusteredly wiped her tears, “What’s wrong, sis?”

Unable to voice her emotions, Fu Chaohua simply shook her head—then spotted Ye Yi’an passing behind the rockery.

Rage surged as her feet carried her forward against her will.

Fu Chaoying didn’t understand what was happening but followed her cousin, immediately recognizing Ye Yi’an in the distance.

They hadn’t taken more than a few steps when she suddenly heard a voice call out, “Sis.”

Ahead stood Ye Yi’an and Ye Jiayuan.

Fu Chaoying instantly tightened her grip on Fu Chaohua’s hand. “Jiayuan-jie is here too.”

Just as she was about to pull her cousin away, she heard Ye Yi’an’s coquettish voice again: “The studio is in serious trouble right now, sis. Couldn’t you just give me a little guidance?”

“I’ve already accepted Chaoying’s advisory invitation. My time will be limited,” Ye Jiayuan replied, her tone as cool as ever. Though it was a polite refusal, there was no room for negotiation.

“Sis!” Ye Yi’an sounded like she was either breaking down or simply displeased.

Fu Chaoying froze in place, while her cousin looked equally puzzled and whispered, “Did she really agree to help you?”

How could a high-profile businesswoman like Ye Jiayuan possibly have time to act as a strategic advisor for Fu Chaoying’s small company?

Fu Chaoying shook her head without answering. She didn’t know whether Ye Jiayuan had said it just to brush off Ye Yi’an or if she had genuinely agreed.

Either way, seeing Ye Yi’an frustrated brought her joy.

Yet, before the banquet ended, she actually received a WeChat message from Ye Jiayuan:

[I accept your offer to be your strategic advisor.]