The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Fanzhen froze as Fu Siyi leaned in close, her voice brushing over her ear with irresistible allure:
“All the fish in the pond are gone—so, Jiejie, will you be my girlfriend?”
Even from this close, Fu Siyi’s features were breathtaking—pure, passionate, and profoundly sincere.
Fanzhen wrenched her gaze away and repeated an excuse that barely convinced herself:
“You’re my lady, I’m just a servant—our positions don’t match.”
Fu Siyi’s smile faded; she looked at her seriously and spoke softly:
“From today on… could you stop seeing me as your lady?”
Fanzhen, dazed, met those gentle yet unwavering eyes, and her heart skipped:
“I—I’ve always considered you my benefactor.”
Fu Siyi’s lips trembled:
“Then… don’t see me that way anymore.”
“Then… how should I see you?” Fanzhen asked quietly.
“As an ordinary person,” Fu Siyi replied, eyes glistening with emotion. She took a step back, giving space, letting Fanzhen decide.
“No masters or servants, no favors owed—just equals.”
“Jiejie, I’ve never thought of you as a servant. Please… don’t put me so high up—you’d never see me.”
Fanzhen felt her remaining resistance crumble with each “Jiejie.” She looked up at Fu Siyi and felt something inside her quietly give way. She realized she had no defense against those eyes—one slight frown, one pleading gaze, and she’d bend over backward to fulfill every wish.
She hated her own weakness but… she just couldn’t bear it.
She released Fu Siyi’s damp hand and smiled warmly:
“Alright. Let’s stand on equal ground, Lady—if I say… let’s be friends…”
Fu Siyi’s eyelids fluttered; she hadn’t expected Fanzhen to cross that line—and joy flooded her:
“Jiejie, you’d like to be my friend?”
Fanzhen nodded, smiling.
Fu Siyi stared at her profile, full of expectancy:
“If we’re friends… Jiejie, don’t call me ‘Miss’ anymore.”
Fanzhen’s cheeks heated; she bit her lip: “Fu… Siyi…”
Fu Siyi objected softly:
“Friends don’t use full names.”
Fanzhen blushed fiercely, voice trembling: “Si…yi…”
Fu Siyi teased:
“Too plain.”
Fanzhen thought, She’s impossible…
“Jiejie… I’m going back to work.” She turned, only to have Fu Siyi tug her back by her sleeve.
Fu Siyi wrapped an arm around her from behind, chin resting softly on her shoulder:
“That’s the name I like.”
Fanzhen paused, heart pounding—the informal name slipped from deep inside. She flushed with embarrassment. Why does she have two sides? One moment timid and sweet, the next, commanding and bold.
“I really—have to go back to work.” She willed herself to move away.
Fu Siyi noticed the dark circles under her eyes and, softening:
“Jiejie, you look tired. You should rest.”
But working in the main house at odd hours would raise suspicion.
Footsteps sounded as the elevator started: someone—probably the maids—was coming. Fanzhen panicked, shoved Fu Siyi away, and rushed to the shelves, frantically wiping them down.
Fu Siyi watched, heart aching that Fanzhen wouldn’t listen.
She cared for me all last night—shouldn’t I let her rest? Perhaps she should stay here, in my room.
Fu Siyi smiled inwardly at the thought.
Maids passed by the open study door, calling out respectfully:
“Miss!” Fu Siyi ignored them, picked up a book, and slammed it onto the floor:
“Fanzhen!”
All the maids jumped back in surprise. Fanzhen glared, puzzled by her sudden harshness.
Fu Siyi’s expression turned chilly as she addressed the room:
“Fanzhen—who told you to move things on my desk? You’ve been here so long—don’t you know the rules?”
Fanzhen was speechless.
Aunt Ying, carrying breakfast, overheard and rushed in to reconcile—but Fu Siyi cut her off coldly:
“Aunt Ying, is this how you discipline servants? No wonder they’re all disrespectful.”
Aunt Ying froze, unsure how to respond. Fanzhen’s eyes stung with tears—Fu Siyi could scold her, but not Aunt Ying.
Fanzhen swallowed her emotion and said firmly:
“Miss, I… I didn’t learn the rules well. It’s my fault—not hers.”
Fu Siyi noticed and pressed:
“You—how dare you talk back? Come to my room and kneel.”
Fu Siyi left the study without expression. Fanzhen followed, tense and tearful, amid the shrinking maids. Aunt Ying nearly intervened again but was stopped by Cen Wan.
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Scene in Fu Siyi’s Room
Entering, Fu Siyi’s lips curved softly again, eyes warm as she took Fanzhen’s hand:
“Jiejie…”
Fanzhen kept her cool, turning aside:
“Miss… where do you want me to kneel?”
Fu Siyi’s face changed—she hurried to soften it, leaning close:
“I didn’t mean it. And you’re not kneeling—just for show.”
Confused, Fanzhen moved toward the sofa to kneel. But Fu Siyi leaped forward, wrapping her arms around Fanzhen’s legs—saying softly:
“Don’t—please don’t kneel.”
Fanzhen glared at her:
“Let me go.”
Fu Siyi looked tearful, ears drooping:
“I’m sorry. I’ll kneel myself.”
Fanzhen’s tone softened:
“Nobody wants to see you kneel—get up.”
Fu Siyi snuggled close again:
“The door’s closed and the soundproofing is good… You can rest in my bed instead.”
Fanzhen wondered: Why did this turn so… intimate?
Fu Siyi circled Fanzhen’s waist and reassured:
“I held your arm so outsiders think you’re being punished—so you can sleep peacefully.”
Fanzhen blushed but resisted:
“You didn’t tell me beforehand—you upset Aunt Ying.”
Fu Siyi held her tight:
“I’ll apologize later… Jiejie, don’t be upset, okay?”
Fanzhen’s anger defused; she leaned in closer.
She feels so good against me… even if my mind’s resisting, my body obeys.
Growing up, Fanzhen was admired—a graceful, talented Omega—never fallen for anyone… until now. She surrendered to feelings she never imagined, even wanting to be with Fu Siyi, despite her own engagement.
“I’m not angry,” Fanzhen whispered. “I’ll go apologize to Aunt Ying.”
She turned, but Fu Siyi wrapped an arm around her, lifting her effortlessly—as if she weighed nothing. Fanzhen yelped softly and tangled her arms around Fu Siyi’s neck.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked breathlessly.
Fu Siyi lowered her gaze, calm:
“To rest.”
Fanzhen blushed, startled by the subtle power difference—the Alpha lifted her so easily.
“Jiejie, can you put me down?” Fanzhen wriggled her legs, ineffective.
Fu Siyi lowered her gently onto the bed:
“I always follow Jiejie’s wishes. If it’s good for Jiejie, I obey. But you need sleep.”
Fanzhen, overwhelmed, tried to stand—but Fu Siyi held her back.
As Fu Siyi moved, she pressed just a bit too much, and Fanzhen gasped softly. Fu Siyi looked mortified:
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Fanzhen nodded, letting her know it was okay.
Fu Siyi leaned down in concern:
“Jiejie, are you in pain?”
Fanzhen tucked her head shyly:
“No…”
The tenderness in Fu Siyi’s gaze melted Fanzhen’s heart.