The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Seeing her hesitate, Granny Ying’s expression turned despondent again.
“Zhenzhen, the young miss hasn’t eaten anything all day. If this goes on, how can she hold up? Go cheer her up… please? Just think of it as this old woman begging you.”
Fanzhen couldn’t stand seeing Granny Ying like this. Her heart softened in an instant, but she had no experience coaxing people. While she was still hesitating, Granny Ying raised her hand and knocked on the door.
Inside, Fu Siyi’s cold voice answered:
“Come in.”
And just like that, Fanzhen was unceremoniously pushed into the study by Granny Ying. She met Fu Siyi’s slightly startled gaze and froze awkwardly in place—unable to advance or retreat.
Fu Siyi sat with her back to the light, and in the hazy glow, her eyes seemed veiled in a faint gray shadow.
Fanzhen quickly averted her gaze, heart pounding in her ears.
“Miss… Granny Ying asked me to bring you something to eat.”
“Just leave it there.” Fu Siyi glanced at her briefly, then lowered her head again to continue marking up the documents in front of her.
Fanzhen gently placed the porcelain bowl of tangyuan on the table.
By all logic, her task was complete—she had brought the food, and Fu Siyi had accepted it. Yet Fanzhen couldn’t make herself leave. She didn’t know why. She just wanted to stay and see Fu Siyi eat it. She didn’t want her to go hungry.
“Miss… would you like to try the tangyuan? There are sweet ones, and savory ones too…”
“Tangyuan?” Fu Siyi’s hand paused, and she tugged her lips into a dry smile.
“…Togetherness and reunion…”
Her head was bowed, expression hidden, but Fanzhen could hear something sour and heavy in her voice. Stifled emotions, quietly pressing down.
Fanzhen’s chest tightened slightly. It didn’t feel exactly painful—just heavy and suffocating, in a way that felt worse than pain.
Granny Ying’s words echoed in her ear:
“Fanzhen, go cheer her up. It’s easy—just give her a hug.”
And in that moment, Fanzhen really did have the sudden urge to hug Fu Siyi. To offer her a little warmth.
Even though Fanzhen didn’t have much warmth to give… she still wished, so deeply, that Fu Siyi could be a little happier.
In the end, she didn’t have the courage to actually hug her. She could only fumble for the right words in her head and said softly,
“Miss, in our country, Yuan, there are some families who are less well-off. The parents go to other cities to work and leave their children behind at home…”
Fanzhen really wasn’t good at comforting people. Her attempt to console Fu Siyi came out sounding even more heartbreaking:
“Those left-behind kids are forced to live apart from their parents. They can’t see each other all year… Actually, the parents care deeply, but… they need to earn money. If they stop working, they can’t feed their kids. There’s really no choice…”
Fu Siyi: ???
How did I become a left-behind child in this story?
Fanzhen’s words were stilted and clumsy, like someone trying to soothe a child. Her tone was careful, tentative—like she was afraid of accidentally saying something that might hurt.
But the more awkward she was, the warmer Fu Siyi felt inside.
She knew that Fanzhen was trying to say, “Maybe Fu Weirong had something important to do and couldn’t be there for your birthday.”
But Fu Siyi understood too well—in her Alpha mother’s heart, power came above all else. Just five minutes ago, she had seen a video of Fu Weirong giving a speech in Times Square. That explained everything.
Saying she wasn’t hurt would be a lie.
This time… she had really thought…
She could finally give her gift.
She just wanted to say “Happy birthday” to her mom—face to face.
Fu Siyi looked at Fanzhen, still struggling to find the right words. Her heart warmed even more.
She asked,
“Do left-behind kids eat tangyuan too?”
“Huh?”
Fanzhen had been racking her brain for more comforting words and didn’t catch the change in topic. She instinctively nodded.
“Yes, everyone loves to eat them.”
Fu Siyi’s eyes curved in a gentle smile.
“Then… let me try one.”
Her eyes were long and slender, with a slight upward tilt at the corners. When her face was neutral, she looked like a cold goddess—but when she smiled, it felt like spring.
Fanzhen felt like a feather had brushed across her heart—tingling and warm.
She picked up the bowl and raised it slightly, holding it up to Fu Siyi.
A few seconds passed. Fu Siyi didn’t reach out. Instead, she looked curiously into the bowl.
“I want to try a sweet one.”
Fanzhen hummed in response, scooped one up without thinking, and was about to feed it to her.
A second later, she realized the gesture was far too intimate. Her face instantly flushed as if scalded by boiling water, and she quickly popped the tangyuan into her own mouth.
Fu Siyi: ???
Her expression stiffened.
“Are you messing with me?”
“No!” Fanzhen panicked.
“That one was savory. I’ll pick another—”
Halfway through, she suddenly remembered she had just put her mouth on the spoon. She quickly changed course:
“Miss, I’ll get you a clean bowl…”
Before she could finish, Fu Siyi had already snatched the spoon from her hand and took matters into her own hands.
She casually scooped up a tangyuan, blew on it twice, and popped it in her mouth.
Fanzhen’s heart skipped again.
That spoon… had touched her lips.
And now Fu Siyi… was using it.
The skin of the tangyuan had the perfect thickness—soft and chewy but not sticky. After a swirl in hot water and combined with the light flavor of mushrooms, the savory filling was perfectly balanced—fragrant and rich without being greasy.
Fu Siyi was genuinely surprised. She smiled and gave it her highest praise:
“Delicious.”
She stirred the bowl with the spoon.
“Let me try a sweet one now.”
Fanzhen blushed and raised the bowl a little to make it easier for her to pick. Fu Siyi chose one and took a bite—then paused.
“Why is this one savory too?”
Unconvinced, she scooped another. Still savory.
Frustrated, she slammed the spoon down and looked up with her long lashes, lips flattened into a line.
“Fanzhen, you pick.”
She looked like a kid who didn’t get their candy—might as well have “I’m upset” written across her forehead.
Fanzhen suddenly found her a little adorable. She tried hard to suppress it but couldn’t help laughing.
Afraid Fu Siyi might hear, she quickly lowered her head, hiding her smile behind the motion of stirring the bowl.
Fu Siyi’s gaze never left the bowl. Fanzhen, pretending to be mysterious, gave it a stir and then casually lifted one out. She held it up to Fu Siyi’s eye level.
“Here. This one’s sweet.”
Fu Siyi studied it suspiciously.
“It looks just like the others. How can you tell?”
Fanzhen bit her lip, her eyes curving like crescents, glinting with mischief.
“Because… I have X-ray vision.”
Fu Siyi clearly didn’t believe that but opened her mouth instinctively, ready to taste.
Fanzhen’s lashes trembled—she suddenly realized she was still holding the spoon out, which looked very much like she was feeding her.
Fu Siyi waited, mouth slightly open like a patient about to have their tonsils checked.
But the next moment, her brows creased in displeasure. She saw Fanzhen’s hand… slowly pulling back.
Fu Siyi had enough. She grabbed Fanzhen’s hand and pulled it toward her, bringing the spoon to her lips—and gently bit down.
Fanzhen froze completely.
Her heart was racing like a train barreling through a station—thunderous and unstoppable.
She couldn’t feel her limbs at all. The only part of her body that existed was her hand—the one held by Fu Siyi.
Thankfully, Fu Siyi released her as soon as she got the tangyuan, too focused on her own disbelief to notice Fanzhen’s strange reaction.
She chewed slowly, her expression shifting from shock to wonder.
“It really is sweet… Fanzhen, how did you tell?”
Fanzhen quickly dropped her gaze, her cheeks red as if they might bleed.
“Sesame-filled ones have a tiny pointed tip.”
Fu Siyi leaned in close, eyes scanning the bowl.
“You’re right. You can barely tell if you don’t look closely.”
She moved so suddenly, their heads almost touched. Their breaths mingled.
Fanzhen froze. Her heartbeat, which had just begun to slow, skyrocketed like a rocket.
What’s happening to me?
Fu Siyi clearly wasn’t releasing any pheromones.
So why couldn’t she breathe? Why did her heart feel like it might explode?
She gripped the spoon tightly, trying her best to hide her fluster.
Fu Siyi looked down at her, still curious.
“Fanzhen, how do you get the filling inside the tangyuan?”
How could she possibly answer now?
Fanzhen quickly set the bowl down and blurted,
“I need to get back to work.”
Then turned and practically fled the study.
“Hey, Fanzhen, you didn’t answer me.”
Fu Siyi’s confused voice called out behind her.
Clutching her chest, Fanzhen heard her own trembling voice:
“Tomorrow… come to the kitchen. I’ll tell you then.”