The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Cen Wan bent down to stub out the cigarette, briskly waved away the remaining smell on her clothes, and quickly walked toward Fu Siyi.
As she reached her, Cen Wan lifted her hand to gently touch Fu Siyi’s face. Her eyes were misting over:
“Xiao Yi, you’ve grown taller again… When I left, you only came up to my shoulder. Now you’re a whole head taller than me… and even more beautiful… That’s wonderful…”
Aunt Lisa watched the scene, her nose stinging from emotion.
“Don’t just stand at the door—it’s cold out there. Wanwan, hurry and bring Xiao Yi inside.”
Cen Wan responded with an “Eh” and pulled Fu Siyi inside to sit. She then turned to Aunt Lisa and said,
“Third Sister, one cup of fresh milk with a scoop of hot cocoa, and a slice of vanilla caramel cake, please.”
Fu Siyi’s voice was slightly hoarse. “Aunt Wan, you still remember?”
“Of course. I remember everything.” Cen Wan turned her face away and gently wiped away a tear with a tissue.
Aunt Lisa gave Cen Wan a half-joking, half-resentful look.
“Besides you two, mother and daughter, is there anyone else in your heart?”
Then she turned to Fu Siyi with exaggerated grievance in her tone:
“I’ve told her how many times not to smoke, but it goes in one ear and out the other. You show up and she immediately puts it out. So my life doesn’t matter, huh? I just have to breathe her secondhand smoke.”
“Third Sister,” Cen Wan laughed and tapped her lightly on the hand.
“Alright, alright, I’ll go get food ready for Xiao Yi.”
Aunt Lisa walked away with a smile. Cen Wan then noticed a beautiful Omega beside Fu Siyi, dressed in the latest shearling dress, exquisitely pretty, with a pair of limited-edition earrings sparkling on her translucent earlobes.
Cen Wan’s expression lit up, a warm smile slowly spreading across her face.
“Xiao Yi, do you have a girlfriend now? Why didn’t you introduce her to Aunt Wan?”
“Aunt Wan, you’ve been gone so long you don’t even recognize Xia Yicheng?” Fu Siyi smiled helplessly, fearing she wouldn’t recall. She added,
“My classmate—Xia Yicheng. She used to come to our house to do homework. You even tutored her, remember?”
Xia Yicheng had just been silently overjoyed when Cen Wan mistook her for Fu Siyi’s girlfriend, and was about to greet her proudly in that role—only to be brushed off the next second.
Classmate?
Tch! Who wants to be just a classmate!
Her gaze dropped in disappointment as she greeted Cen Wan glumly, “Aunt Wan~”
Cen Wan nodded with a mild smile, but secretly scoffed:
So it’s the Xia family’s little princess.
Ever since Fu Siyi presented as an Alpha, this girl had found all kinds of excuses to visit the Fu home and get close to her—chasing her for over ten years and still stuck at the “classmate” stage. But she didn’t know that Fu Siyi wasn’t into spoiled princess types like her at all.
Despite her aloof and cold exterior, Fu Siyi was a child who longed for love deep inside.
Her mommy passed away when she was little. Her Alpha mother was busy with work and rarely had time for her. So Fu Siyi yearned for warmth and leaned toward more mature Omegas when choosing a partner—someone gentle, understanding, and caring.
Cen Wan didn’t say more. Xia Yicheng, thinking to gain Cen Wan’s favor, clung to her arm and said flatteringly,
“Aunt Wan, did you just find a place to stay after returning to the country? The Xia family owns a few star-rated hotels in Bin City. Let me arrange something for you.”
Cen Wan smiled politely but with distance.
“No need. I’m staying at Candy House. Everything I need is right there.”
Xia Yicheng withdrew her hand in frustration, already starting to plan her next move.
Cen Wan had been Fu Siyi’s private tutor since she was five, taking care of her with meticulous love and attention. Their bond ran deep. Even later, when she and Fu Siyi’s Alpha mother developed feelings and moved in together, Fu Siyi never objected.
That alone spoke volumes about how much Cen Wan meant to Fu Siyi.
If she could win Cen Wan over, maybe Fu Siyi would finally take a real look at her.
Just then, her phone rang. “Excuse me,” she said and stepped away to take the call.
Once Xia Yicheng had walked off, Cen Wan leaned in close and whispered to Fu Siyi,
“She still hasn’t given up?”
Fu Siyi looked away and said coolly,
“I’ve made myself clear to her.”
“Being clear doesn’t matter. As long as you’re single, she won’t stop.”
Cen Wan smirked, teasing glints in her eyes. “Xiao Yi, just find yourself an Omega soon. That way, Xia Yicheng will give up.”
Fu Siyi saw through her scheme and her temple twitched.
“Aunt Wan, are you trying to pressure me into marriage too?”
“Of course not.” Cen Wan denied it, but kept steering the conversation back to the topic.
Fu Siyi’s scalp tingled. Just as she was about to change the subject, Xia Yicheng came back, phone in hand and looking apologetic.
“Sorry, my mom asked me to come home. Xiao Yi, you chat with Aunt Wan. We’ll treat her to a welcome dinner another day.”
“Okay.”
Fu Siyi’s eyes didn’t linger on Xia Yicheng for more than three seconds. Aunt Lisa came out from the kitchen just then and, seeing Xia Yicheng leave, looked puzzled:
“Why did Miss Xia leave?”
Fu Siyi replied flatly, “Something came up at home.”
Aunt Lisa made an “oh” sound, then set the milk and cake in front of her. After a moment’s pause, she leaned in and asked,
“Xiao Yi, that sewing kit I gave you—did Miss Xia like it?”
“Sewing kit? I didn’t give it to Xia Yicheng.” Fu Siyi blinked, puzzled at the question. “I gave it to Fanzhen.”
Aunt Lisa and Cen Wan looked at each other and asked in unison,
“Who’s Fanzhen?”
Inside that sewing kit was a matchmaking charm Cen Wan had prayed for at the Yue Lao temple in Yuanguo. On hearing that Fu Siyi had already given it away, her face showed even more shock than Aunt Lisa’s.
Fu Siyi hesitated for a few seconds before explaining how she’d met Fanzhen.
Aunt Lisa was stunned.
“So you received the sewing kit and ran into that girl the moment you stepped out?”
Fu Siyi nodded and continued stirring her milk, but her thoughts had already drifted away.
Fanzhen…
She’s probably still making dumplings right now.
She suddenly felt a strong longing to go home… and eat Fanzhen’s dumplings.
The vanilla cake in front of her instantly lost its charm. She listlessly poked at the berries on top.
Cen Wan noticed her sudden shift in mood and asked gently,
“Don’t like it? You used to love Candy House’s vanilla cake.”
Fu Siyi put down the fork, her lovely peach-blossom eyes curving into a smile.
“Aunt Wan, have you ever eaten dumplings?”
Cen Wan shook her head.
“I saw them in a restaurant while traveling in Yuanguo, but never tried them.”
Fu Siyi’s smile grew brighter.
“Come on, I’ll take you to have dumplings.”
…
Fu Residence – Beside the Garden Pond
Fanzhen was scattering fish food absentmindedly into the pond, eyes fixed on the wrought iron gate.
“Big sis… you’re missing the pond.”
A soft laugh from Fang Songxian broke her daze.
“Ah—!”
Fanzhen turned abruptly, a flicker of panic in her eyes. She quickly composed herself, brushing stray strands of hair behind her ear with a shy smile.
Fang Songxian was momentarily stunned, mesmerized by her profile—unable to look away.
She looked so gentle and healing. Just being near her inspired a sense of reliance.
And she was so refined—nothing like a “village Beta.” Every gesture exuded elegance and softness, a natural grace laced with both classical clarity and an unaware allure.
Fu family’s maid rules forbade makeup. Without cosmetics, Fanzhen’s face was bare, yet her long eyelashes, like little fans, cast faint shadows under the sunlight. Her fair cheeks had a dewy glow, as flawless as a piece of unpolished jade.
Fang Songxian just stared, liking her more by the second.
“Big sis, you’re so pretty—even in a maid outfit.”
Fanzhen smiled warmly.
“Thank you, Miss Fang.”
“Don’t call me Miss Fang.”
“Then… how should I address you?” Fanzhen moved slightly to the side to put more distance between them.
Fang Songxian followed close.
“Call me Songxian… or Songsong. My mommy calls me ‘baby.’ You can call me that too!”
Fanzhen stood up abruptly—not from fright, but sheer embarrassment.
“That’s not appropriate. I’m a servant. You’re a guest of the master. I can’t call you that.”
“I never saw you as a servant.”
She stepped closer, trying to hold Fanzhen’s hand.
“Please sit, big sis. Let’s talk.”
Fanzhen tactfully backed away.
“Miss Fang, I still have work. I should check how the dumplings are going.”
Seeing her about to leave, Fang Songxian quickly blocked her path.
“Don’t go! I’ll tell Xiao Yi to have someone else do your work. I’ll take you to a movie!”
Standing too close, Fanzhen leaned away in discomfort.
“Movie? But I don’t have an ID card. I wouldn’t even dare step outside the gate.”
“Xiao Yi hasn’t gotten you a residence permit yet?” Fang Songxian’s voice rose indignantly.
“Is she unwilling to ask her mother? If she won’t do it, I’ll help you!”
“No, no need.” Fanzhen shook her head quickly, firmly.
“Thank you, Miss Fang. But the young lady said she would help me, and I believe her. I’ve only just arrived. I don’t mind waiting.”
Her words were a clear rejection.
Fang Songxian sighed.
No matter how much she tried to be close, Fanzhen showed no response.
She had been talking for ages, but it was like performing a one-woman show. Fanzhen hadn’t reacted at all.
“But… you’ll be bored staying inside all the time.”
Fang Songxian fretted. How on earth was she supposed to court Fanzhen? She couldn’t just come here every day for heart-to-hearts—words alone didn’t build affection.
“I don’t feel bored. The outside world isn’t necessarily better.”
Fanzhen returned to the pond and resumed feeding the fish, calm and serene.
Fang Songxian was stunned again.
She’s so young, yet she seemed to carry a peaceful detachment, as if she had already seen through the ups and downs of life.
Her refusal to fight or desire anything made Fang Songxian feel unexpectedly defeated—she didn’t even know where to start.
Big sis is… so, so, so hard to pursue.
Fang Songxian walked over and stood beside her, mumbling softly:
“If you had a residence permit, you could go anywhere—shopping, eating, watching movies, partying… It’s so fun outside. Just like Fu Siyi and Xia Yicheng. They go on dates to all sorts of places…”
Fanzhen’s hand paused mid-air, and she turned to look at her.
“Miss Fu and Miss Xia… go on dates?”
Fang Songxian lit up—finally, Fanzhen was paying attention! She babbled on:
“Of course! Everyone at school knows Xia Yicheng likes Fu Siyi. It’s no secret in Bin City’s business circle either. I think they’ll go public and get married soon.”
Fanzhen lowered her long lashes and said softly,
“Is that so…”
Then she silently resumed feeding the fish. No matter how Fang Songxian tried to cheer her up, she didn’t say another word.