The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Fan Zhen walked slowly toward the dining room with her head lowered. Her fingertip lit up the phone screen, and she dialed a string of numbers—only to quickly hang up after hesitating for a few seconds.

Before running away from her wedding, Jiang Mingxiao had arranged everything for her in the country of Su and told her someone would meet her at the airport. But instead of a pickup, she first encountered a thief—losing both her documents and her phone.

It had been over two months since she arrived in Su, and she had completely lost contact with Mingxiao. She had no idea how things were progressing on Mingxiao’s side.

Jiang Mingxiao had confidently promised to persuade her father to cancel the engagement. But Fan Zhen knew how difficult that would be. Although the Jiang and Song families were equally powerful, Mingxiao wasn’t the head of the Jiang family. Negotiating with Song Lan would inevitably come at a cost.

Would the Jiang family really go through all that trouble for an outsider like her?

Fan Zhen didn’t dare to dwell on that thought. Right now, all she could do was wait.

At least, it seemed like Mingxiao’s plan had been working so far—especially that hastily made “missing person” notice, which had apparently fooled her father.

But the matter of the engagement…

Fan Zhen knew her father’s personality very well. He was the stubborn type who never went back on his word. Once he made a decision, it was near impossible to change.

She lowered her eyes gently and once again pressed Mingxiao’s number.

No!

If Mingxiao knew where she was staying, she would definitely send someone to find her.

Fan Zhen wasn’t worried about her identity being exposed. Even though she was an Omega, as long as Mingxiao could send over her documents proving she didn’t enter the country illegally, Fu Siyu wouldn’t be held legally responsible for harboring her.

What Fan Zhen feared was that it would affect Fu Weirong’s election campaign. Strictly speaking, when Fu Siyu took her in, she was a document-less Omega.

That alone would be enough for Fu Weirong’s political opponents to make a fuss. Fu Siyu already had a tense relationship with her mother—if she made things worse between them, Fan Zhen would never forgive herself.

At the very least… she would wait until after Fu Weirong’s campaign ended before contacting Mingxiao.

Besides, Jiang Mingxiao had said any updates would be passed to her in another way.

Thinking of this, Fan Zhen hurriedly turned off the screen and slipped the phone back into her pocket.

As she passed the garden, she heard someone calling from behind.

“Hey, Fan Zhen…”

She turned around and saw Aunt Chen walking toward her with a vegetable basket in hand. Something seemed to be covered on top of it.

“Auntie E,” Fan Zhen glanced at the logo on the basket and then at Aunt Chen’s face, smiling lightly. “Is Shengbiju delivering something new today?”

“No new items—it’s the same old stuff,” Aunt Chen said, pushing the basket closer and lifting the newspaper that covered it. “Our young lady is a nostalgic one, even her tastes never change. The restaurants all know her preferences by now—just send the usual and it’s still good business.”

Fan Zhen smiled at her chatter but didn’t respond.

Aunt Chen noticed her silence and handed over the newspaper: “Here, today’s paper. It just arrived, so I brought it along for you.”

Fan Zhen’s eyes lit up as she eagerly accepted it. “Thank you, Auntie.”

She quickly flipped through the pages, scanning every corner carefully.

Aunt Chen watched as her expression grew more and more serious. Curious, she leaned in. “Hey, Fan Zhen, why do you always rush to grab the paper? What’s there to read in that old rag? Don’t young people all use phones nowadays?”

She chuckled to herself, adding, “Oh right, you still don’t have a phone. Didn’t you just get your paycheck this month? Go get one already.”

But Fan Zhen was completely absorbed in the newspaper, barely registering what Aunt Chen said.

Why wasn’t it there?

Mingxiao had said that once she convinced her father to cancel the engagement, she’d issue a public statement in the newspaper.

But no matter how carefully she looked, there was no such statement.

No announcement…

Which meant the engagement with Song Lan still hadn’t been called off.

Fan Zhen lowered her hands in disappointment. Her arm brushed against the outside of her pocket, revealing a very clear outline.

Aunt Chen noticed the rectangular shape and, without asking, reached into her pocket and pulled out the phone before Fan Zhen could react.

“Oh my! Fan Zhen, when did you get a phone?” Aunt Chen turned it over and examined it with disbelief. “Isn’t this the latest model they’re advertising all over the malls? This one’s expensive… Did you use your entire paycheck on this?”

Fan Zhen froze, unsure how to respond. “…Mm.”

“You young people really don’t know how to manage money. Tsk tsk. Spent your whole paycheck? If you didn’t have food and shelter covered by the Fu family, you’d starve this month.”

Aunt Chen tapped the screen out of curiosity and found it wasn’t password-protected. She opened the dial pad.

Fan Zhen’s brow furrowed. She quickly covered the screen with a stern, clear gaze. “Auntie, what are you doing?”

She was usually gentle and polite with everyone, rarely showing such expression.

Aunt Chen, sensing the shift, handed the phone back awkwardly and muttered, “I was worried you were short on money and thought I’d call Miss Fang to see if she could help…”

Fan Zhen immediately understood—Aunt Chen had wanted to pass her number to Fang Songxian.

Ha! Who knew what kind of benefit Miss Fang had given her to make her work so hard behind the scenes?

A cold glint flashed in Fan Zhen’s eyes. “Whether I have money or not is my own business. I don’t need help from anyone.”

“And one more thing—I don’t have feelings for Miss Songxian. Please stop trying to force us together.”

Aunt Chen had always relied on her seniority and rarely took new maids seriously. But Fan Zhen was different—she had barely started working there when the young lady of the Fang family took a liking to her. Regardless of whether she actually married into the Fang family, with the way Miss Fang doted on her, she was clearly willing to spend money on Fan Zhen.

Even though Fan Zhen had nothing to do with her, if she managed to cling to the Fang family, Miss Fang might look kindly on Aunt Chen too—and she could enjoy some of the benefits by association.

Having more options never hurt.

Thinking Fan Zhen was just putting on airs, Aunt Chen forced a smile and said, “I’m just doing it for your own good. Miss Fang has wealth and good looks—if you married her, you’d live a good life. But fine, fine. I’ll stop. I won’t bring it up again…”

Fan Zhen said no more and walked straight toward the dining room, leaving Aunt Chen with a proud silhouette.

Fan Zhen walked through the corridor with tight lips, bumping into Cen Wan just as she stepped out of the elevator. Fan Zhen’s rarely cold and gloomy expression was easy to spot.

Concerned, Cen Wan asked, “Fan Zhen, what’s wrong? Something on your mind?”

Fan Zhen wasn’t the type to complain or gossip. Besides, Chen E had already said she wouldn’t interfere again, so there was no need to dwell on it.

She adjusted her expression and smiled. “It’s nothing, Miss Cen. Just got up, did you?”

Cen Wan flirtatiously brushed back her hair and tapped her eyeliner with her pinky, her red lips curving into a seductive smile. “Yeah, I only got in late last night. Ugh! No idea who leaked the news that I’m back in the country. All those ‘plastic friends’ of mine kept asking me out. I couldn’t even say no.”

Her gaze lingered on the messy folds of Fan Zhen’s skirt. After a few seconds, a teasing look surfaced in her eyes. “Say… why haven’t I seen our dear Miss Fu yet? She’s usually not one to sleep in.”

Fan Zhen instinctively dodged her gaze. “Miss Fu… she was just here…”

She was about to make up a lie when Fu Siyi’s voice floated in.

“Good morning, Aunt Wan!”

Fu Siyi greeted Cen Wan with a smile, but her gaze never left Fan Zhen. Her eyes sparkled, her red lips curved into an enchanting smile—enough to make Fan Zhen’s heart race.

What the heck?

Why was she giving her that sultry look first thing in the morning?

Fu Siyi naturally walked up beside Fan Zhen, standing so close that their arms brushed together.

Cen Wan smiled knowingly and glanced at Fu Siyi’s outfit. “Oh my, Xiao Yi, you’re usually so particular about your clothes. Even a little wrinkle won’t do. What’s this here…”

She tugged at Fu Siyi’s little suit jacket. “Did this get creased somehow?”

Holding back laughter, she turned to Fan Zhen. “Fan Zhen, Miss Fu’s clothes always need to be dry-cleaned and pressed. Didn’t you check when you brought them from the laundry?”

Fan Zhen: ????

Of course she checked! She even steamed the jacket again when preparing the morning toiletries.

But that little beast—she had pinned her down on the bed and messed her up completely.

Like a hormone-fueled dog. Absolutely shameless.

Fan Zhen’s cheeks were steaming, and she felt like an ant on a hot pan. “I-I… I did check…”

Compared to Fan Zhen’s embarrassed frustration, Fu Siyi was cool as ever. She casually slung an arm around Cen Wan’s shoulder and nudged her forward. “Aunt Wan, don’t just stand here chatting. Let’s go eat breakfast. I smell lobster porridge—I’m starving!”

Cen Wan smiled and let Fu Siyi guide her away.

After a few steps, Fu Siyi discreetly withdrew her arm but continued walking beside Cen Wan. Then she gradually slowed her pace… until she was walking backward.

She kept retreating, retreating, until the white figure of Fan Zhen came into her peripheral vision.

Fan Zhen had her head down when suddenly, two arms wrapped around her waist—and mischievously pinched her most sensitive spot. Startled, she looked up and locked eyes with Fu Siyi’s devilish grin.

Fan Zhen: !!!

Damn little beast! Could she at least pick a better time to flirt?

Frantically glancing around, Fan Zhen realized it was breakfast time and most of the staff were busy in the main building—no one was in the corridor.

“Xiao Yi, what are you doing?” Fan Zhen smacked her hand and gave her a glare. “Miss Cen is still up ahead!”

Fu Siyi pulled her closer, eyes briefly flitting in Cen Wan’s direction. She whispered against Fan Zhen’s ear, “Relax. Aunt Wan doesn’t have eyes on the back of her head. She can’t see us.”

Fan Zhen suddenly felt the thrill of sneaking around and squirmed in her arms. “Let go of me! What if someone else sees us? It’d be so embarrassing!”

“What’s embarrassing? This is my home. You’re my wife…”

Fu Siyi stared into her panicked, deer-in-headlights eyes—so round, so adorable.

Fan Zhen: !!!

She knew it. She shouldn’t have agreed to be this little beast’s girlfriend.

Now Fu Siyi was calling her “wife” and demanding even more affection.

Always wanting kisses, hugs—at this rate, she’d be devoured alive in a few days.

Fan Zhen glanced around. Once she saw Cen Wan turn the corner, she shoved Fu Siyi away. “Don’t you have any shame?”

Fu Siyi beamed. “All I have is a sense of accomplishment.”

“You…”

Knowing she couldn’t win an argument, Fan Zhen turned to leave—but Fu Siyi’s hand stayed firmly in hers.

“Where are you going, darling?” Fu Siyi pulled her back into her arms.

“Let go.” Fan Zhen pinched the back of her hand—not hard, just a light warning.

“You hit me!” Fu Siyi buried her face in Fan Zhen’s neck, sounding pitiful. “I’m still sick. My head hurts… and you hit me.”

Fan Zhen’s heart softened instantly. Damn it!

Why couldn’t she stop falling for this little beast’s tricks?

Looking at her with concern, Fan Zhen asked gently, “Still not feeling well?”

“Wanna check?” Fu Siyi rubbed against her neck like a cat.

Fan Zhen gritted her teeth. “Xiao Yi, can you be serious for once?”

Fu Siyi’s tone grew more aggrieved. “I just wanted you to check my forehead—to see if I’m still feverish. What were you thinking?”

Fan Zhen felt her face burn from shame. She had misunderstood again. Her already fuzzy brain shut down further, and before she even realized what she was doing, she leaned in.

Fu Siyi had expected her to place a hand on her forehead, but instead—darkness.

Their foreheads touched.

Fu Siyi froze.

So did Fan Zhen.

Blushing furiously, Fan Zhen kept her lashes low and muttered in the faintest whisper, “Doesn’t feel that hot anymore…”

Then she quickly tried to back away, only to be pulled back into Fu Siyi’s arms.

Panicked, Fan Zhen struggled. “Let me go! If we don’t go in now, Miss Cen will start getting suspicious.”

Fu Siyi leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “So… are you trying to tease and run, sweetheart?”

Fan Zhen’s ears burned. “I-I didn’t! I meant to use my hand! I just heard that in our homeland, checking temperature with foreheads is more accurate…”

“Oh? So you were seducing me on purpose?” Fu Siyi’s voice was like a magnet, vibrating straight into her bones, turning her limbs to jelly.

“N-no I wasn’t…” Fan Zhen pouted, face flushed. “I don’t like playing those kinds of games…”

Before she could finish, she was suddenly lifted off the ground.

“Ah! Xiao Yi—” Fan Zhen panicked, instinctively clinging to Fu Siyi’s shoulders. “What are you doing?”

Fu Siyi adjusted her grip and silently placed her on a decorative side table next to a potted plant in the corridor.

As a tall Alpha, Fu Siyi’s long legs easily towered over the table’s height. Fan Zhen, perched on the edge, was finally at eye level with her.

Stunned, Fan Zhen forgot to let go, her arms still wrapped around Fu Siyi’s neck.

Fu Siyi stepped in close, fitting snugly between her legs until there was no space left between them.

Face burning, Fan Zhen pushed at her chest, but that only made their bodies press tighter.

Worse yet, her movements made her nearly slip off the table. She had no choice but to cling tightly to Fu Siyi’s waist.

This position was way too intimate… far too indecent.

“Are you crazy? This is a hallway!” Fan Zhen’s whole body froze. Wide-eyed, she scanned the area, terrified someone would appear.

Fu Siyi’s lips curled into a faint smile. Then, under Fan Zhen’s stunned gaze, she calmly began unbuttoning her suit.

One button… two… three…

Fan Zhen watched her elegant fingers undo each one. Her motions were graceful and strangely seductive.

Her heart thudded violently—like beads falling on a jade plate.

She didn’t dare meet Fu Siyi’s eyes. She had a feeling if she did, she’d melt into a puddle.

“Fu-Fu Siyi, what are you doing taking off your clothes?” Fan Zhen’s voice shook. “It’s daytime! What if someone sees you…”

Before she could finish, Fu Siyi’s little jacket fell over her head, plunging her into darkness.

Before she could adjust, Fu Siyi pulled her into a tight embrace.

“See, now no one can see.” Fu Siyi whispered into her neck, smiling in the dark.

Fan Zhen was exasperated by her childishness. She pushed at her again. “Who said they can’t see? My legs are still outside! This is just—ah! Don’t bite!”