The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Fan Zhen went to the kitchen and first asked the head chef what kinds of fruit Fu Siyi usually liked. Then she went into the cold storage to pick the freshest ingredients to make fruit candy.

She washed and peeled all kinds of fruit, juiced them with a blender, and mixed the juice into the malt syrup she had boiled. Wearing heat-resistant gloves, she rolled the mixture into long strips.

Focused completely on her candy-making, Fan Zhen didn’t notice the kitchen door moving slightly.

A tall figure slipped through the crack in the door, lit softly by the warm orange light, casting a long shadow across the floor.

The shadow silently approached Fan Zhen from behind and wrapped its arms around her waist.

Fan Zhen flinched instinctively and turned her head. In the dim light, the curve of Fu Siyi’s face was stunning and distracting.

Fu Siyi lowered her head and buried herself in Fan Zhen’s sweetly scented neck, her red lips lingering by her ear. Her whole body felt boneless as she draped herself over Fan Zhen like an oversized, life-sized pendant.

She really was like a clingy little puppy.

Clingy when she was sick, and even more clingy when she had energy.

Fan Zhen felt ticklish from her rubbing but couldn’t bring herself to push her away. She allowed her to stay nestled there, letting the faint tingling sensation rise along her skin.

“I… want to hug… Jiejie,” Fu Siyi murmured.

Fan Zhen reached up to touch her cheek, feeling the warmth there. “Alright, you’re hugging me now. But your fever hasn’t gone down yet. You need to rest more. Can you go lie down?”

“I… want to kiss… Jiejie.”

Fan Zhen blinked, smiling softly. She turned around in Fu Siyi’s arms, gently cupping her face and kissing her on the forehead. “There, satisfied now? Go lie down. I’ll bring you your medicine soon. You can take it with the fruit candy—it won’t taste bitter at all.”

But Fu Siyi wasn’t that easy to brush off. She pouted and leaned forward, clearly expecting a proper kiss.

Fan Zhen was almost laughing from the contrast. She stood on tiptoe to kiss her eyelids and the tip of her nose, then stared at her pretty lips for a few seconds—only to deliberately avoid them and instead kiss her chin.

As expected, the little beast was teased into distraction. She reached out and cradled the back of Fan Zhen’s head, her wrist pressing softly against her cheek, holding her still.

With just a little force, she could’ve taken whatever she wanted from Fan Zhen’s lips.

But she didn’t.

She simply gazed at Fan Zhen quietly, their foreheads touching, their noses almost brushing. Her breath fell hot on Fan Zhen’s lips.

“Jiejie…” Fu Siyi’s voice was husky, barely more than a whisper. “Are you trying to bait me?”

She was so close… yet kept a slight distance on purpose. With every word she spoke, their lips would almost touch—close, then apart—teasing her into a frenzy.

Fan Zhen: !!!

Who’s baiting who here?

She seriously started to doubt whether this little beast had never been in love before—how could she be this good at flirting?

Fan Zhen tried not to tremble visibly, but her breath still came out shaky. “Are you… always this easy to bait?”

“With others, definitely not. But with you…” The distance between them was like a tempting tease. Her Alpha eyes were tinted with desire, the dark red in her pupils full of restraint. “You don’t even need bait. Just toss out the hook, and I’ll come right to it.”

Fan Zhen’s cheeks flushed crimson. She loved this gentle-yet-wild contrast in her little beast. It felt like her body was being pulled by some invisible force—her arms moved on their own to loop around Fu Siyi’s neck. Tilting her head with that irresistible, pure-yet-sensual expression, she slowly closed her eyes. “Then… the hook is out. Are you going to bite?”

Fu Siyi paused for a second. Then her lips curled into a smile. She pulled Fan Zhen’s soft body closer, eyes dropping to admire her kissable expression, and finally kissed her lips.

The little beast was getting better at kissing—no longer overwhelming or clumsy, but neither slow and timid. Even when she took the lead completely, she still left just enough space, enticing Fan Zhen into willingly pulling her back again and again.

She made kissing into a shared game—one that both could enjoy.

Fan Zhen’s face was flushed as she tried to pull away, but Fu Siyi wouldn’t let go. Physically, Alphas were stronger than Omegas. And Fan Zhen had already lost all strength.

But Fu Siyi didn’t rely on brute force. She had other ways to make her jiejie obedient.

Her lips trailed from Fan Zhen’s cheek down to her pale earlobe, where she whispered slowly, “Jiejie… I already bit the hook. Why won’t you reel me in? I’ll fall and die…”

Fan Zhen’s ears were one of her most sensitive spots. Once teased there, she had no defense.

Fu Siyi continued to breathe warmly along her ear. “Jiejie… kiss me…”

Fan Zhen was bewitched. She clung to Fu Siyi’s shoulders and offered up her red lips, completely surrendering as she melted into her arms.

Compared to earlier, the Alpha was more patient now. She kissed slowly around Fan Zhen’s ear like a kitten grooming its mate, inch by inch.

It was so warm.

Fan Zhen felt dizzy, as if a spark had been lit deep inside her, about to set her whole self ablaze.

When Fu Siyi gently bit her earlobe, Fan Zhen stiffened in place.

The small kitchen in the side building was quiet, the only sounds were their intertwined breaths. As Fan Zhen hesitated for a few seconds, Fu Siyi kissed her again.

Kissing her felt so good—so good that it made her forget everything else, wanting to drown in the game of endless teasing.

Then she remembered—it was broad daylight. They were still in the kitchen where people came and went.

So, Fan Zhen reached out to push her. The force was light and hesitant, like a shy refusal that didn’t really want to stop anything.

Fu Siyi rubbed her nose affectionately against Fan Zhen’s cheek, nudging all the way back to her ear. Her voice was like a cocktail from a midnight bar—low, smooth, intoxicating.

“Jiejie, are you not going to reel me in?”

Fan Zhen’s heart was racing. The scent from her glands flowed out like spilled red wine—overflowing and sweet.

What made it even more embarrassing was that the strawberries on the cake—bitten earlier by this Alpha—were now showing their tips again.

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll fall and die?” Fan Zhen raised her arms to push her again.

But the maid outfit’s stiff fabric brushed against her wound when she moved.

“Ow…”

The sudden, small pain snapped them both out of the moment. Fan Zhen pushed Fu Siyi away and clutched her side.

When she looked up, she found Fu Siyi’s gaze dropping to her injury, then quickly shifting to cover her ears instead.

Fu Siyi instantly understood. Her cheeks flushed, and she mumbled softly, “Jiejie… did I bite your… ear?”

Fan Zhen froze for a second, then turned away from her gaze. Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, “It’s okay… just a little bit…”

Panicking, unsure what to do, a hand suddenly reached out in front of her—opening to reveal a small round bottle in the palm.

Fan Zhen looked up, surprised. “What’s this?”

Fu Siyi rubbed her reddened ear tips. “It’s an herbal ointment. Really good for small wounds. You…”

She tried to sound casual as she opened Fan Zhen’s hand, placed the jar in her palm, and then gently closed her fingers around it. “Keep it with you. Just in case… if you ever get a little hurt…”

Fan Zhen paused, her cheeks quickly heating up. She held the little jar and felt… something was a little off.

Before she could figure out what exactly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.

A slightly hoarse voice came through the door—Aunt Ying’s.

“Miss, Miss Songxian and Miss Shen Tian are here.”

Fu Siyi frowned. “Didn’t I already tell them on the phone not to come? Why are they still here?”

Still, now that they were here, it would be rude to turn them away.

Fu Siyi responded flatly, “Got it. Please have them wait in the front hall.”

Turning back to Fan Zhen, she reached out and gently squeezed her hand: “Jiejie, I’ll be right back.”

Fan Zhen blinked and smiled, “Okay.”

Fu Siyu had just walked into the front hall when she saw Fang Songxian waiting outside in the corridor. It was clear she’d been standing there deliberately. As Fu Siyu approached, Fang Songxian looked ready for a confrontation.

Shen Tian stood behind her and tugged gently on Fang Songxian’s sleeve, whispering, “Don’t be like this. We’re here to visit the sick. Let’s talk nicely.”

Though Shen Tian said they were visiting the sick, she had another motive. She came to the Fu residence to investigate whether there was a hidden Omega.

Who exactly had neutralized Fu Siyu’s induced gland suppressant?

As she spoke, Shen Tian intentionally covered her mouth in a theatrical way, raising her voice just enough so that everyone nearby could hear—clearly aiming her words at Fu Siyu.

Fu Siyu, unsurprisingly, heard her clearly. Without betraying any emotion, she walked over while quietly observing the expression on Fang Songxian’s face.

Could it be that Fang Songxian already knew about her and Fanzhen, and that’s why she looked so angry?

Fu Siyu had promised Fanzhen to keep their distance at home and never address her as “sister” when others were around. Plus, with her busy work schedule, they barely saw each other during the day. She also selfishly didn’t want anyone knowing Fanzhen’s identity, in case someone with ill intentions tried to report her and have her deported.

Still, if Fang Songxian really had found out, Fu Siyu wasn’t afraid. So what? She wasn’t going to back down. Worst case, she’d leave with Fanzhen and return to Yuan Country.

Fu Siyu glanced lazily at Fang Songxian. “Miss Fang, why aren’t you inside having tea? Standing out here?”

Fang Songxian, feeling slightly overshadowed by Fu Siyu’s height and imposing aura, instinctively straightened her back. “Why did you punish Fanzhen by making her kneel? Organizing your desk is her job. You won’t let her touch this or move that—how is she supposed to do anything?”

Her face filled with indignation. “From now on, if Fanzhen loses or breaks anything from the Fu family, I’ll compensate for it. But you’re not allowed to punish her again!”

Fu Siyu’s eyes narrowed with disdain, and she asked coolly, “Do you think I’m short on money?”

Fang Songxian choked. She knew Fu Siyu was usually cold and quiet, but among classmates, she was polite and gentle. This domineering side of her—it was the first time she’d seen it, and it left her feeling unsure.

Fu Siyu looked her over, eyelids drooping slightly. “Miss Fang, you seem to know a lot about the affairs of my house. Must’ve spent quite a bit to get that information.”

Then her eyes lifted, sharp and commanding, sweeping over the servants walking past. In a loud voice, she said:

“Everyone listen up. The Fu family doesn’t keep people who betray us. Finding out who leaked our internal affairs to outsiders will take Butler Ying no more than half a day. But I’m willing to give that person one last chance. If anyone gossips again—don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

The servants froze in place and bowed in unison, trembling. “Yes, Miss.”

Fang Songxian, feeling humiliated, said angrily, “Fu Siyu, what’s your problem? Everyone knows I like Fanzhen-jie. I just got a little info to help pursue my crush—why make such a big deal? Who cares about your family drama? If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t even come here.”

Calling Fanzhen “sister” repeatedly made Fu Siyu fume, and her tone turned colder. “Are you here to visit the sick or to start a fight? If it’s the latter, I’m not interested. I need to rest. You may leave.”

“You—!” Fang Songxian gritted her teeth.

Shen Tian looked between the two, more confused than ever.

Who exactly was this Fanzhen that made even Fu Siyu and Fang Songxian, once so close, turn against each other?

All she knew was that Fanzhen was a Beta maid at the Fu residence, and that Fang Songxian had fallen for her at first sight—constantly calling her “Fanzhen-jie.”

On the way here, Fang Songxian had been complaining about how hard it was to woo her “sister” and had even asked Shen Tian for advice.

Remembering this, Shen Tian quickly stepped forward to pull Fu Siyu aside, giving Fang Songxian a subtle hand signal behind her back—urging her to go find Fanzhen.

Fang Songxian caught the hint, gave a grateful nod, and darted off.

Fu Siyu was still struggling to break free of Shen Tian’s grip and only saw the back of Fang Songxian’s low ponytail disappearing around the corner.

She tried to chase her down, but Shen Tian clung to her. “Xiaoyi, wait—I have something I need to tell you.”

Fu Siyu didn’t care. All she wanted now was to follow Fang Songxian and stop her from clinging to her wife like some annoying leech.

Fanzhen was her wife, and she had to protect her. No one was stealing her away.

“Let go,” she said coldly, eyes dropping to Shen Tian’s hand on her arm.

Shen Tian released her reluctantly, her eyes already red with tears. “Xiaoyi, I… I did something terrible to you, and I’ve been wanting to apologize, but I was afraid you’d hate me.”

Fu Siyu frowned slightly. “What is it?”

Shen Tian tried to shift blame onto Xia Yicheng while clearing her own name. “Xiaoyi, it wasn’t really my choice. I was forced into it…”

But Fu Siyu’s mind was with Fanzhen, and she wasn’t interested. “Whatever it is, save it for later.”

“But… that day when Sun Yuqing pushed you into the water—things didn’t happen the way you think. The person who really—”

Fu Siyu cut her off, now looking directly at her. “Shen Tian, falling into the water taught me a lot. I should thank Sun Yuqing. If she hadn’t pushed me, I wouldn’t have gotten sick. And if I hadn’t gotten sick, I never would’ve realized who truly matters to me.”

Shen Tian’s expression shifted instantly.

She said… “who truly matters.”

Could it be the suppressant wasn’t fake, and an Omega had really merged with her pheromones?

But Xia Yicheng had come back crying. So who helped Fu Siyu?

Before she could ponder more, Fu Siyu had vanished from sight. Shen Tian bit her lip hard and followed.