On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 50: Only Likes Little Ying

“Would my little darling really abandon me…?”

Fu Chaoying blinked, then nodded lightly. “I would.”

Before she could finish, she caught the flicker of disappointment in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes and quickly added, “Unless…”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze grew even more bewildered before she hesitantly tried, “Sister?”

Even drunk, she could see right through her.

Watching those thin lips part slightly, Fu Chaoying’s cheeks inexplicably warmed. She averted her gaze subtly and patted Ye Jiayuan’s arm. “Let’s go.”

The arm around her waist loosened immediately. Fu Chaoying bent down to help her up, intending to head for the door, but Ye Jiayuan wouldn’t budge. “What’s wrong?”

Ye Jiayuan pointed at a nearby bouquet of vibrant roses. “My flowers.”

Even drunk, she remembered her flowers. Fu Chaoying’s eyes curved slightly as she helped her pick them up, watching her tuck them into the crook of her arm with one hand.

Supporting her as they left the private room, the air was thick with the scent of roses and a faint hint of magnolia. The mingling fragrances diluted the alcohol’s sharpness, along with another elusive yet familiar note.

A thought flickered through Fu Chaoying’s mind as she led Ye Jiayuan to settle the bill, only to be told, “This lady already paid an hour ago.”

Fu Chaoying nodded slightly, guessing she must have taken care of it when she went to the restroom.

Once outside, the night sky was clear, dotted with stars twinkling around the moon.

Fu Chaoying withdrew her gaze and deftly retrieved the car keys from Ye Jiayuan’s bag, guiding her into the car.

After drinking, Ye Jiayuan had only spoken two sentences when she was asked to be taken home earlier. Now, with her eyes hazy from intoxication, she remained cold and silent.

Fu Chaoying walked around to the driver’s seat and noticed she hadn’t fastened her seatbelt. She gently reminded her, “Jiayuan-jie, fasten your seatbelt.”

Ye Jiayuan turned her head and looked at her blankly. “Who’s Jiayuan-jie? What’s a seatbelt?”

Fu Chaoying was both amused and exasperated. She bent over to help fasten it but was suddenly stopped when Ye Jiayuan grabbed her hand—right over her chest.

Feeling the softness beneath her fingers, Fu Chaoying’s heartbeat quickened abruptly. She tried to pull away lightly but couldn’t break free. Instead, she heard Ye Jiayuan say, “You’re harassing me.”

Her usually cold voice carried a teasing lilt.

Fu Chaoying froze for a moment, then pressed her lips together and stiffly rubbed lightly. “This is what harassment feels like.”

Just as she was about to pull her hand away with more force, she suddenly heard a soft, “Mm…”

Her cheeks burned instantly. Fu Chaoying yanked her hand back as if electrocuted, then swiftly pulled down the seatbelt and fastened it. Only then did she free Ye Jiayuan’s hand—still clutching the bouquet—from under the belt.

Fu Chaoying stepped on the gas to leave the parking lot but noticed Ye Jiayuan’s gaze in her peripheral vision.

The heat in her cheeks hadn’t subsided; if anything, it intensified.

Pursing her lips, Fu Chaoying glanced at her when they stopped at a red light. “Why are you staring at me?”

“You’re pretty.”

A faint smile curled at Ye Jiayuan’s lips, her eyes holding a hint of seduction—something she would never show when sober.

Fu Chaoying’s throat moved slightly. She raised a hand to gently cover Ye Jiayuan’s eyes. “Rest for a bit. We’ll be there soon.”

Before she could withdraw her hand, she felt the flutter of Ye Jiayuan’s lashes, sending an indescribable tickle across her palm.

Fu Chaoying pulled her hand back abruptly, only to meet Ye Jiayuan’s smiling eyes.

Ye Jiayuan would never look at her like this when sober. Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and averted her gaze.

The light turned green, and she drove them home.

Aunt Wu, hearing the engine, hurried into the yard, only to see Fu Chaoying stepping out of Ye Jiayuan’s car.

Fu Chaoying gave her a reassuring smile. “Jiayuan-jie got drunk after arguing with Aunt Chu. She might need to stay over for a bit.”

Aunt Wu quickly came over to help support Ye Jiayuan, smiling. “The guest room was cleaned just yesterday.”

Fu Chaoying opened her mouth but chose to stay silent. Aunt Wu always seemed overly enthusiastic whenever Ye Jiayuan was around—even preparing the guest room in advance.

After helping Ye Jiayuan to bed, Fu Chaoying asked Aunt Wu to go downstairs and make sobering soup. She then tried to take the roses from Ye Jiayuan’s grip but found her holding on tightly.

“Not giving them to you.” Ye Jiayuan’s usually cool voice held a trace of childishness.

Fu Chaoying looked up into her eyes—soft, affectionate, yet stubborn.

“Give them to me,” she said gently.

“Call me ‘jie’ first,” Ye Jiayuan teased, lying drunk on the bed, her eyes curved as she watched her.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together. “No.”

She turned as if to leave but was caught by the wrist. Then came a soft whisper, “Here.”

Her tone carried a hint of cautious vulnerability.

Fu Chaoying’s heart ached. She turned back and took the flowers, then said, “I’ll get your suitcase.”

“Okay.”

Fu Chaoying went downstairs and opened the trunk but didn’t see the familiar luggage.

It wasn’t a good time to call Liu Xin—she was in Hong Kong.

Fu Chaoying went upstairs to her wardrobe and fetched a newly purchased nightgown for her.

But she paused at the door, suddenly realizing—who would help her change into it?

Taking a deep breath, Fu Chaoying stepped out only to immediately run into Aunt Wu.

Aunt Wu was carrying a bowl of sobering soup and, noticing the nightgown in her hand, chuckled knowingly. “Going to help Miss Jiayuan change?”

Fu Chaoying averted her gaze to the sobering soup instead. “Let her sober up first. She can change herself.”

Aunt Wu shook her head, smiling. “That won’t take effect so quickly.”

Pressing her lips together, Fu Chaoying followed her into the guest room, where Ye Jiayuan lay with her eyes tightly shut, seemingly already asleep.

Fu Chaoying reached out to take the sobering soup from Aunt Wu. “You should go rest.”

Aunt Wu glanced back at the two of them with a knowing smile before leaving the room.

Placing the soup on the bedside table, Fu Chaoying lowered her gaze, quietly studying Ye Jiayuan’s sleeping face—only to meet her dazed eyes seconds later.

Flustered, Fu Chaoying quickly looked away and set the nightgown beside her pillow. “I’m going to bed. You can change later.”

But as she bent down, Ye Jiayuan hooked an arm around her neck, pulling her off balance. Fu Chaoying stumbled and fell onto the edge of the bed.

“Xiao Guai,” Ye Jiayuan murmured softly.

Fu Chaoying couldn’t tell if she was still drunk. “Hmm?”

“Help me change.” Ye Jiayuan stared at her intently, her gaze laced with a faint, teasing provocation.

Fu Chaoying’s composure shattered, but she forced herself to look away and whispered, “Do it yourself.”

Yet as Ye Jiayuan’s arm tightened around her, Fu Chaoying found herself being pulled closer, until Ye Jiayuan’s warm breath brushed against her ear. A shiver ran through her as she heard, “There’s a reward.”

What reward?

Fu Chaoying turned to look—only to realize their faces were now dangerously close, their breaths mingling. Her throat tightened involuntarily.

Pulling away from Ye Jiayuan’s grasp, Fu Chaoying scrambled to her feet, her mind flashing unbidden to the memory of their bare intimacy on this very bed—not long ago.

Under Ye Jiayuan’s gaze, she retreated step by step until her back hit the door. Then, from behind her, came a cool, fragile voice: “Xiao Guai?”

The tone was still composed, yet inexplicably fragile. Fu Chaoying turned off the main light before walking back to the bed, only to catch the faintest hint of a laugh.

“Xiao Guai’s shy?”

Ignoring her, Fu Chaoying fumbled for the switch and turned on the bedside reading lamp. In the dim golden light, she began slowly undoing Ye Jiayuan’s buttons.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ye Jiayuan’s unwavering stare. As more and more pale skin was revealed, Fu Chaoying’s heartbeat quickened, her breath growing increasingly unsteady.

As she undid the last button, Fu Chaoying was caught off guard when her hand was suddenly grasped. She instinctively looked up, only to see Ye Jiayuan’s eyes shimmering with starlight and laughter. Then, those thin lips parted slightly, whispering, “Little one, do you want to take advantage of me?”

The moment Fu Chaoying processed those words, fireworks seemed to explode in her mind. After a brief mental freeze, she withdrew her hand, picked up the nightgown beside the pillow, and helped Ye Jiayuan sit up to dress her. But before she could, Ye Jiayuan wrapped her arms around her waist.

Their softness pressed together in a mismatched embrace, and Fu Chaoying’s breath hitched. Suppressing something unnamed, she tried to slip the nightgown over Ye Jiayuan’s head, only for her hand to be caught again. Then came the teasing murmur, “You haven’t finished undressing me yet.”

Assuming she meant the pants, Fu Chaoying stammered, “Then lie down first.”

But Ye Jiayuan chuckled, her voice laced with mischief. “Sitting up makes it easier, you know.”

Realization struck Fu Chaoying instantly. She set the nightgown aside, her fingers moving before her brain could catch up—with a deft flick, the metal clasp snapped open.

A rustling sound followed as Ye Jiayuan freed herself and pressed close again. The newfound freedom of her softness made Fu Chaoying avert her gaze, hastily pulling the nightgown over her head. Yet, she still caught an accidental glimpse of two delicate peaks.

Her throat tightened. She yanked the nightgown down and looked away.

But Ye Jiayuan seized her hand once more, guiding it downward to the zipper.

Fu Chaoying’s heart trembled. In a few swift motions, she unzipped and tugged off the long pants.

Even though they had already shared the most intimate moments, an inexplicable heat still rose to Fu Chaoying’s cheeks. Flustered, she stood abruptly. “I—I’m going to bed.”

At the door, she turned back to add, “Don’t forget to drink the hangover soup.”

Closing the door behind her, Fu Chaoying stood outside, taking deep breaths—yet neither her pulse nor her racing heart would calm down.

Since when did Ye Jiayuan become so flirtatious? She lightly patted her cheeks and hurried to her own bedroom, grabbing her nightgown before heading to the bathroom.

Even after turning the water temperature down, the scenes replaying in her mind like a film refused to fade.

Turning off the shower, she dried herself, slipped into the nightgown, and opened the window for air. But the breeze outside offered little relief. Pressing her lips together, she stepped out and headed downstairs for ice water—only to collide with Ye Jiayuan in the kitchen, who was rummaging through the fridge.

Their eyes met unexpectedly. Ye Jiayuan’s gaze was still hazy, her stance unsteady.

Fu Chaoying rushed over to support her. “Jia Yuan-jie, what are you doing downstairs?”

“I wanted to cook for you,” Ye Jiayuan murmured, leaning into her embrace.

“Cooking at this hour? Did you drink the hangover soup?” The woman in her arms felt boneless, and Fu Chaoying’s heartbeat sped up again.

“I did.”

Grabbing two bottles of water, Fu Chaoying guided her to sit at the dining table, twisting open a bottle for her—only to be abruptly pulled into another waist-encircling hug.

Again? Suspicion flickered in Fu Chaoying’s eyes as she looked down. “You’re sober now, aren’t you?”

“What? I was never drunk,” Ye Jiayuan mumbled, her words slurred.

Drunk people never admitted they were drunk.

Fu Chaoying studied her face intently. The same misty, dazed look from the restaurant still lingered in her eyes.

Fu Chaoying pursed her lips, took her own water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and drank half of it without a word. Then she pried open the other woman’s hand. “I’m sleepy.”

Only then did Ye Jiayuan raise her water bottle, staring intently at her.

Fu Chaoying blinked. “No staring. Drink up!”

“You’re so fierce,” Ye Jiayuan remarked lightly.

Fu Chaoying took two deep breaths, trying to find more evidence that she’d sobered up. But then she saw Ye Jiayuan set down the water bottle and open her arms toward her. “Sleep.”

Helping her up again, Fu Chaoying caught a faint whiff of magnolia fragrance from her body. Steadying her emotions, she suddenly heard Ye Jiayuan murmur to herself: “Want to cook for our little darling.”

Fu Chaoying couldn’t tell if she was still drunk. At this moment, she only muttered, “And who is your little darling?”

She heard a soft chuckle. “It’s Xiao Ying.”

“I like Xiao Ying. Only Xiao Ying.”

Fu Chaoying’s heart trembled slightly, her nose inexplicably stinging. She stopped talking and simply helped her lie down on the bed.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Fu Chaoying said softly, walking to the foot of the bed. Then, on impulse, she turned back and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

Just as she was about to straighten up, Ye Jiayuan suddenly hooked an arm around her neck. Before Fu Chaoying could react, she was pulled down onto her lips. Ye Jiayuan’s tongue immediately slipped in, tangling with hers in a deep kiss.

Fu Chaoying’s breath hitched. She broke away instantly, then scrambled to her feet in panic. “Ye Jiayuan!”

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes still seemed slightly unfocused. “Hmm?”

Fu Chaoying steadied her breathing, then quickly walked out of the room and into her own bedroom.

The taste of her still lingered on Fu Chaoying’s lips. She took two deep breaths, then a highly probable realization surfaced in her mind—Ye Jiayuan had been sober for a while. Or perhaps she’d never been drunk at all.

Fu Chaoying recalled an evening in Singapore when she’d gone to pick up Ye Jiayuan after a banquet. In the elevator, Ye Jiayuan had similarly melted bonelessly into her arms, teasing her with subtle touches.

Not long after, without even drinking the hangover soup, Ye Jiayuan had declared with perfect clarity that she wasn’t drunk, then politely declined her offer of a contractual relationship.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and rolled around on the bed, unable to shake Ye Jiayuan’s image from her mind.

–

Early the next morning, Fu Chaoying went downstairs for breakfast to find Ye Jiayuan already sitting calmly on the sofa brewing tea.

“Morning, Xiao Ying.”

Ye Jiayuan looked in excellent spirits and had changed clothes—her assistant must have delivered her luggage.

Fu Chaoying pursed her lips, not looking at her too much, just giving her a brief glance before saying lightly, “Morning, Jiayuan-jie.”

Ye Jiayuan watched her retreating back heading toward the dining room, a faint smile flickering in her eyes.

No sooner had Fu Chaoying taken her seat than Ye Jiayuan sat down opposite her.

“Xiao Ying, sorry for troubling you last night,” Ye Jiayuan said solemnly.

Fu Chaoying met her gaze. “It was indeed quite troublesome. You were completely different from your usual self last night.”

Before she’d even finished speaking, she heard Ye Jiayuan chuckle. “So which version of me do you prefer?”

Fu Chaoying gave a soft humph. “If I say which one I like, will Jiayuan-jie transform accordingly?”

Ye Jiayuan seemed to consider this seriously before giving a soft “Mm.”

Fu Chaoying picked up a fried egg, then said, “I like the one who calls me ‘jiejie.’”

Ye Jiayuan placed a shrimp dumpling in her bowl, smiling. “But you saying ‘jiejie’ sounds much sweeter than when I say it.”

Fu Chaoying choked slightly. She finished her breakfast in record time and stood up to leave for work.

“I’ll walk you out,” Ye Jiayuan said, rising as well.

Fu Chaoying turned to look at her, hesitating slightly. “No need to trouble you, Jiayuan-jie. I drove here myself.”

“It’s no trouble,” Ye Jiayuan replied softly.

Fu Chaoying averted her gaze, slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked out with her.

Once in the car, Fu Chaoying pulled out her phone to check messages. Her cousin had sent a photo of Dong Muyu’s disastrous attempt at cooking—a dish so charred its original form was unrecognizable.

Fu Chaohua: Guess what this was supposed to be?

The amateur cook had clearly lost control of the heat, leaving only faint traces of scallions and meat visible.

Fu Chaoying ventured a guess: Fish-fragrant shredded pork?

Fu Chaohua: Scallion lamb stir-fry!

Fu Chaoying burst into laughter, prompting Ye Jiayuan to ask, What’s so funny?

Still smiling, Fu Chaoying summarized, “My aunt wanted to test Dong shijie’s cooking skills, and my sister sent a photo of the result—completely burnt.”

“Was that tonight?” Ye Jiayuan focused on the first part.

“Did my aunt invite you too?” Fu Chaoying tilted her head to look at her.

Ye Jiayuan gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment.

Casually, Fu Chaoying remarked, “My aunt once tried to set you up with my sister.”

“I know,” Ye Jiayuan said evenly.

Fu Chaoying turned to her. “You noticed?”

“Mn. Your aunt probably also realized I wasn’t interested.” Ye Jiayuan’s expression remained unreadable.

“Jiayuan-jie is quite popular, huh,” Fu Chaoying mused offhandedly.

“I don’t like peach blossoms. I prefer roses.”

Ye Jiayuan kept her eyes on the road, her focus unwavering, yet the words inexplicably sent a flutter through Fu Chaoying’s chest.

Fu Chaoying turned her gaze out the window, noting the clear blue sky.

Ye Jiayuan dropped her off at her company’s entrance.

As Fu Chaoying headed upstairs, the receptionist greeted her with a smile. “Ms. Fu, two mysterious ladies sent you flowers today~”

Fu Chaoying frowned slightly. Two?

One bouquet of tulips, another of red roses.

She collected them and waited until she was in her office to check the cards.

The red roses, unsurprisingly, were from Ye Jiayuan.

But the tulips? Fu Chaoying instantly lost interest in opening the accompanying note. Instead, she messaged Li Bingzhi.

Seconds later, Li Bingzhi knocked on her door. “Ms. Fu~”

“Give the tulips to whoever wants them.”

Waste was never good.

Li Bingzhi paused, glancing at the discarded tulips before noticing Fu Chaoying carefully trimming the stems of the red roses. Understanding dawned. “I’ll distribute them to the team.”

Fu Chaoying’s gaze lingered on the card in the trash bin, her sigh nearly imperceptible.

After arranging the roses, she opened her phone just as a message from Ye Jiayuan arrived: Good morning. I like you/[heart]

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved as she tapped back a photo of the freshly arranged bouquet.

Yet her mind drifted to the way Ye Jiayuan had called her “jie” the day before. She cracked the window open slightly before settling into work.

At noon, Fu Chaohua called, “Xiao Ying, let me tell you, Mu Yu took the day off today to practice cooking at home.”

Hearing her cousin’s cheerful tone, Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but laugh. “So, how’s Senior Dong’s cooking coming along?”

“Ahem, you tell her yourself.”

Dong Muyu took the phone. “Professor Fu, could you put in a good word for me tonight? Please?”

Fu Chaoying couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Alright, I’ll do my best.”

“And… could you ask President Ye to say something nice for me too?”

Fu Chaoying paused briefly before replying softly, “President Ye doesn’t talk much, but she probably won’t give a bad review.”

“Please ask her for me? Pretty please?”

Fu Chaoying lightly rubbed her temples. “Fine, I’ll try.”

Just after hanging up, Fu Chaoying opened her chat with Ye Jiayuan—right as a new message popped up:

[Good afternoon. I like you/[Rose]]

Blinking, she tapped the screen and replied:

[Good afternoon/[Rose]]

[Senior Dong wants to know if you can put in a good word for her tonight/[shyly twiddles fingers]]

–

At that moment, Ye Jiayuan was in a meeting with business partners when two new messages appeared on her phone—the first even accompanied by a rose.

The two representatives across from her noticed the slight curve of her lips and exchanged puzzled glances.

One of them tentatively asked, “President Ye, our new project is quite interesting, isn’t it?”

Ye Jiayuan had just finished replying. She looked up, her tone indifferent. “It’s acceptable.”

Two seconds later, her phone vibrated again. She glanced down—

Fu Chaoying:

[Sis~/[Rose]]

Watching Ye Jiayuan’s smile deepen, the representative ventured, “So, President Ye, about this round of funding—”

“Approved.”

Though her tone remained calm, the amusement in her voice was unmistakable.

–

Fu Chaoying had barely sent her message when Ye Jiayuan replied:

[Okay.]

Before she could suppress her smile, her cousin called again. “Well? Did you ask?”

“She agreed.” Fu Chaoying fought to keep her voice steady.

“Yay! I knew President Ye listens to you the most!”

Afraid she’d say something more embarrassing, Fu Chaoying quickly cut in, “Alright, I have work to do. Talk later.”

She hung up but couldn’t help staring at her chat with Ye Jiayuan, her gaze lingering on the message:

[Fine, but you have to call me ‘sis’ first.]

Ye Jiayuan seemed unusually fixated on that title.

Fu Chaoying’s mind flashed back to last night when Ye Jiayuan had called her “sis.” Her cheeks burned, and she fanned herself lightly, trying to cool down.

In the afternoon, drowsiness led her inexplicably to the café with lyric-themed cups.

After ordering a latte, she instinctively checked the lyrics printed on the cup—

“Raise a toast with the sweetness of memories and drink with you once more.”

She snapped a photo and posted it to her social media.

Back at the office, after 45 minutes of work, she finally caved and checked her messages.

Sure enough, Ye Jiayuan had sent one half an hour earlier:

[Cheers.]

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Ye Jiayuan’s matching lyric cup—this one bearing lyrics from “Love-ing.”

A faint smile touched her lips as she tapped the screen:

[What a coincidence.]

A few minutes later, she received Ye Jiayuan’s reply: [“Actually, I went out of my way to buy them.”]

Fu Chaoying forced herself to turn off her phone screen. Two minutes later, she unlocked it again and lightly tapped to take a screenshot.

She could finally put her phone away, but suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

It was the receptionist. “Teacher Fu, a Ms. Ye ordered afternoon tea for all of us.”

Noticing the slight hesitation in the receptionist’s eyes, Fu Chaoying felt a sudden tremor in her heart as she slowly stood up. “What name was it under?”

“…Ye Yi’an.”

Fu Chaoying immediately walked to the conference room where everyone was sharing the afternoon tea. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

Li Bingzhi shrank her neck slightly. “Teacher Fu, I arrived too late to—”

“It’s fine, enjoy.” Fu Chaoying turned and walked out.

Taking two deep breaths, Fu Chaoying sent a message to Chu Yiyun: [“Auntie, Ye Yi’an sent afternoon tea to our company. It would be awkward to return it, so could you help me transfer the money to her?”]

She transferred 1000 yuan to Chu Yiyun and added: [“My colleagues all know about our past relationship. Could you please let her know not to do this again? It’s a bit awkward TT”]

Her good mood for the day vanished in that moment.

Fu Chaoying lowered her gaze to the greeting card in the trash, guessing it was also from Ye Yi’an.

Why was she being so inconsistent?

Suddenly struck by a thought, Fu Chaoying opened her social media feed—sure enough, mutual friends had liked it.

Wait… did they think she was reminiscing about “sweet” memories with Ye Yi’an?

But deleting it now would make it seem more significant, and explaining would only make it worse.

She decided to leave it be, but then saw a message from Chu Yiyun: [“I’ll go talk to her /[hug]”]

Chu Yiyun returned the money and sent: [“Don’t be upset, Xiaoying /[heart]”]

Fu Chaoying sighed softly and replied with a pitiful-looking sticker.

At the end of the workday, Ye Jiayuan came to pick her up.

Her first words were: “Xiaoying, how many people are in your company?”

Fu Chaoying blinked. “Twenty-one.”

Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly. As she watched Fu Chaoying fasten her seatbelt, she casually mentioned: “Ye Yi’an has been contacting you again recently.”

After securing her seatbelt, Fu Chaoying turned to look at her and asked softly, “Did your mother tell you?”

“Yes, she told me to talk to her.” Ye Jiayuan glanced back before lightly pressing the accelerator to drive off.

Fu Chaoying pursed her lips and muttered, “She’s not your daughter.”

Educating a younger sister wasn’t an older sister’s responsibility—it was a mother’s.

“Are you feeling sorry for me?” Ye Jiayuan’s eyes curved slightly.

Fu Chaoying turned her gaze out the window without answering. She hadn’t intended for Ye Jiayuan to find out about this.

Just thinking about how Ye Jiayuan had secretly liked her while she was still with Ye Yi’an made Fu Chaoying’s heart ache—a dull, throbbing pain.

Ye Jiayuan gave a faint smile and asked gently, “If my little darling feels sorry for me, how about making it official?”