The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Part 1: The Morning After

Fu Siyi leaned tiredly against the headboard, her eyes carrying a trace of disappointment.

Aunt Ying and Miss Cen exchanged glances—both silently thrilled, thinking “This OTP is about to go canon.” The whole morning, Fanzhen had avoided everyone, hiding in the study like a runaway bride after a one-night stand: she refused to admit she’d been in Fu Siyi’s room, insisting she slept in the servants’ quarters.

Fu Siyi, meanwhile, looked puzzled. Where was that sharp insight she always had? But no blame—it was induced by the drug’s strong hallucinogenic effect. Alpha and Omega who truly belonged together never needed inducement. Alphas, after taking the drug, invariably believed their fantasies were just dreams.

Aunt Ying tried to coax Fu Siyi into taking medicine; Cen Wan intercepted her and quietly dragged her out. Aunt Ying protested: “Let me take her the pills, she hasn’t taken them yet!”

Cen Wan retorted, “Do you really think you can persuade her?”
Aunt Ying bristled. “Who says I—?” But she trailed off.

“Then what do we do? Do we just tell her… that Fanzhen is actually—”
“Don’t rush her. You might scare her away,” Cen Wan cut in, her sly gaze warning her partner.
“She’s a rich girl who ran away from Yuan—some scandal must have driven her. You tell Siyi prematurely, how will Fanzhen cope?”
“Yes,” said Cen Wan, firm, “if Fanzhen isn’t ready to share, then we wait. She’ll reveal her secret when the time is right.”

“And Fanzhen took a risk traveling all the way here just to help Siyi. Doesn’t she deserve our protection? If word got out—someone might turn her in for reward, and she’d be deported. Then where would we find an Omega like her?”

Aunt Ying blinked, realizing the wisdom in Cen Wan’s words. “Good, good—thank you for the reminder. I nearly made a grave mistake…”
Then, flustered at having praised her, she slapped Cen Wan’s hand away. “Hmph, you really are sly!”
Cen Wan laughed, “Let’s go. You worry too much. You never know who’s fooling who.”

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Part 2: Awakening Discoveries

Still woozy, Fu Siyi leaned up in bed, a dull ache in her head and a restless itch in her heart as visions of Fanzhen danced before her eyes—veiled in mist, entwined, dancing. Please… let it not have been just a dream. I want Jiejie…

Her thoughts froze when her hand brushed against something hard. She looked down to find a small golden bell—her childhood keepsake from her grandmother.

She remembered how as a child she’d broken her grandmother’s prayer beads; one bead went missing. But she found it on her mother’s memorial table. Grandma had cheered it had spiritual protection and had it made into a bell for her.

She always kept it in her vanity box—how did it end up on the bed?

The mist, the bell, memories… they coalesced. Her heart thundered. It wasn’t a dream. It was real.
The softness of the bed, her shared closeness with Jiejie… it was all real.

Holding the bell, she whispered, “Jiejie… your disguise is slipping.”

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Part 3: The Confrontation

Meanwhile, Fanzhen had been awake all night in the study, cleaning. By morning, workers had arrived; they assumed she was just nearby and reminded her to eat breakfast. She declined and got back to work.

On tiptoes, she reached for a high shelf—her shirt rode up, brushing roughly across her br3ast. She stifled a moan as her hands scrabbled with the collar, thoughts of last night flashing back. She slapped her face. Never thought I’d sneak into my Alpha’s bed in the middle of the night… tease her… the cake… her reaction…

But, thinking of a next time? She slapped herself mentally. This is going too far.

She tried to concentrate on cleaning, unaware of approaching footsteps. A hand touched her wrist, and she spun around to see Fu Siyi’s half-smile and alluring eyes—Fanzhen froze in panic.

“Miss…” she stammered, her hand falling.

Fu Siyi’s long lashes lifted slightly as her hand reached for a book at the top shelf. “Is this the one you wanted?”

At one head taller than Fanzhen, her gentle descent created a subtle pressure. Fanzhen couldn’t meet her gaze, barely whispered, “Mm.”

As she wiped, Fu Siyi slowly slid her hand down to take hers and pulled her gently into her embrace. Fanzhen stiffened, then relaxed, leaning against her, breath quickening.

Fu Siyi noted the suppressor patch on Fanzhen’s neck and, quietly, released a faint waft of agarwood-sandalwood-scented pheromone. Even that minimal trace sent Fanzhen’s body instinctively responding; she clung to Fu Siyi, panting.

Fu Siyi’s vision softened; she retracted her scent.

Fanzhen could smell it—the confirmation it was her in her arms last night, not a dream.

Fanzhen had removed her seductive makeup, revealing her sweet, gentle face—beautiful enough even without the makeup. Up close, she recognized that Fanzhen’s features matched the missing-person poster of ‘Huo Shuixian’—the same mole at the corner of her eye.

Fireworks erupted in her heart. The person she admired in print—her idol—paired with her beloved Omega—was the same person. She felt a rush of secret delight.

Caught in the emotional spark, Fanzhen’s pheromones surged, nearly intoxicating her.

Fanzhen tried to take a step back—then found herself gently encircled by Fu Siyi’s arm.
“Jiejie… where are you going?” whispered Fu Siyi into her ear, voice low, intimate.

“Jiejie?” Fanzhen panicked. She had called her that… last night.

Does she know—?

“Um… I… I’m just going to tidy the desk.”

Fu Siyi tightened her hold, leaning closer until their lips nearly touched. “Trying to avoid me… afraid to take responsibility?”

Her presence, that near-kiss—overwhelming. Fanzhen’s mind stuttered:

“Responsibility…?”

Fu Siyi raised a brow, her smile playful—“Aunt Ying said… last night…”

She paused, gauged Fanzhen’s reaction as her eyelashes fluttered and her lips curved reflexively, then continued softly, “—Aunt Ying said you helped me change clothes.”

Fanzhen froze, eyes flickered. So she meant changing clothes—not all that happened last night. Fu Siyi genuinely had no idea.

Relief washed over Fanzhen—her tight lips relaxed slightly in a fleeting smile. Fu Siyi saw it all.

“You looked at my body… and refuse to ‘take responsibility’?” she teased with faux hurt in her tone and breath.

Fanzhen’s mind raced. How do I take responsibility… she stammered.

Fu Siyi offered an innocent, hopeful smile. “Be my girlfriend.”

Fanzhen stumbled back in shock. “You… no, Miss, are you joking?”

Fu Siyi held her steady, eyes locked on her. “Jiejie, I’m not joking.”

Her lashes fluttered low; her soft voice struck a chord.

Fanzhen was torn. Of course I like you… of course… But I’m just a servant. A Beta. I’m not worthy.

Fu Siyi’s voice was low and magnetic. “This isn’t about worthiness, only about liking.”

Fanzhen’s breath faltered. Did I… like her? Of course she did.

She loved Siyi—her heart raced thinking of her. But—what right did she have?

She turned her head to deflect: “Last night… you were soaked, Aunt Ying asked me to help you change…”

Fu Siyi leaned in, breath warm. “Jiejie… if you’ve seen my body… then you must be my girlfriend.”

“I… I don’t want to be your girlfriend…” Fanzhen said weakly, her bl00d rushing. Then blurting: “You… you like the rich heiress in the paper! You have someone in your heart! How can you choose me?”

Fu Siyi blinked. Fanzhen’s avoidance showed guilt, but she let it slide—

She stepped closer, her voice soft: “That’s just a photo. Not alive. How can that compare to Jiejie?”

Fanzhen’s heart twisted at that gentle tone.

Fu Siyi moved even closer, breath warm. “The pond’s fish is all gone. Now… Jiejie, will you be my girlfriend?”