The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Fan Zhen sent a surprised sticker.
Fu Siyu pursed her lips and continued typing:
She was just here to deliver the wedding invitations. Our classmates are all scattered in different places. She was in a rush and couldn’t stay for a meal, so I just gave her some snacks.
Fu Siyu rambled on for quite a bit, laying down a whole string of explanations before finally asking what had been weighing on her chest:
Her house is closest to Song Xian’s, so she went there first to deliver the invitation. But it was a wasted trip—Song Xian left early in the morning. No idea where she went. She usually sleeps in at this hour.
After sending the message, Fu Siyu waited ten seconds. Still no reply from Fan Zhen.
She stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, absentmindedly glanced at the scenery outside, then sat back in her swivel chair, glanced at her phone again—no reply. Then she got up and walked back to the window…
She repeated this loop countless times. When she finally checked the time on her phone, only one minute had passed.
Fu Siyu was restless. At last, she bit the bullet and decided to call Fan Zhen directly.
To hell with seeming obsessive—if this kept up, her wife was going to get stolen.
As the ringtone played in her ear, Fu Siyu was already mentally rehearsing what to say when the call connected.
But after the whole song played, no one picked up. Her heart was spinning in turmoil, like being pan-fried in a wok. She wished she could crawl through the internet and see what was going on.
In reality, Fan Zhen hadn’t answered because she was being dragged off by Sister Huan to pick out fabrics.
In the Su Kingdom, the annual “Huai Xing Festival” was approaching.
In Su, Alphas were a minority group with high social status, and the state had even established a dedicated holiday for them.
Each year on this day, families with unmarried Alphas would set up an altar, offer wine and fruits, and dress in traditional Su attire to pray for the blessings of the “Huai Xing” star.
“Sister Zhen, you young people have great taste—help me pick a color that looks nice?” Sister Huan tugged on Fan Zhen, who was looking at her phone, and shoved a bunch of colorful fabrics in front of her. “Hey, how about this pink one? Do you think young girls will like it?”
Fan Zhen instinctively stuffed her phone in her pocket, took the fabric, and examined it carefully. She couldn’t help but ask, “What are you making with this, Sister Huan?”
Sister Huan smiled brightly. “A ruqun for my girl. The festival’s coming soon, and all unmarried Alphas have to wear ruqun to pray.”
Fan Zhen often heard Sister Huan talk about her precious daughter. She hadn’t realized the girl had already differentiated into an Alpha and was happy for her. “Feifei’s already differentiated?”
“Yeah, just last week… Her dad and I are both Betas. We thought she would be too, but the doctor said it was a one-in-a-million chance—some kind of post-surgery fusion reaction. Not only was the surgery a success, but she also became an Alpha.”
As she spoke, Sister Huan’s eyes turned red. “It’s all thanks to the young miss. If it weren’t for her pulling strings to get us into the best hospital, Feifei might not have survived… What she’s done for us, we could never repay, not in this lifetime…”
Hearing Fu Siyu’s name made Fan Zhen suddenly remember she forgot to reply to her message. Her heart skipped a beat as she fumbled to pull out her phone—but before she could even open it, Fu Siyu’s call came through.
She made up an excuse to leave quickly, rushing to a quiet corner to answer as fast as she could. Her voice was still slightly breathless from hurrying:
“Yuyu…”
Hearing Fan Zhen panting on the other end of the call, Fu Siyu’s brain immediately conjured up heart-stopping scenarios. Her heart twisted like a tangled vine, but her voice was calm to the point of coldness:
“Jiejie, you didn’t reply to my messages, and you didn’t answer my call. What were you doing?”
Fan Zhen caught her breath and quickly apologized: “Sorry, Yuyu. I was helping Sister Huan pick out fabric, and my phone was on silent in my pocket.”
Fu Siyu quietly exhaled. So she had just been picking out fabric. Still, she wasn’t entirely reassured and cautiously asked:
“Did… anyone come over to your place?”
Fan Zhen didn’t quite get it. “Who? Was someone supposed to come today?”
Fu Siyu dodged the question a bit: “My classmates… Su Yuan, Jian Si… any of them show up?”
Fan Zhen started to catch on and, covering her mouth, her eyes curved into a sly smile. She purposely teased:
“You’re not home, why would they come?”
Fu Siyu, unable to see Fan Zhen’s smirk through the call, nearly stabbed through her paper with her pen in frustration: “Then… did anyone else come by?”
“Yuyu, what are you really trying to ask?” Fan Zhen could barely hold in her laughter. She stretched out her words to tease her: “Are you trying to ask… if Fang Songxian came by?”
Having been called out, Fu Siyu didn’t bother to hide it anymore and turned snippy: “Yeah, I am asking if she came.”
Fan Zhen leaned against a tree and drawled: “Now that you mention it, I hadn’t even noticed… Miss Fang hasn’t come by in days.”
CRASH—
There was a loud clatter through the phone, like something had fallen and shattered. Fu Siyu’s voice turned icy:
“Don’t you dare think about her.”
Fan Zhen broke into laughter immediately: “You’re mad? I was joking. She didn’t come.”
“Even if she did, you’re not allowed to entertain her,” Fu Siyu said, her voice small and sulky, like a wronged wife: “No smiling at her, no looking at her for more than three seconds, no talking to her for more than three sentences, no…”
Hearing her pouty, over-the-top demands in the softest, most aggrieved voice, Fan Zhen couldn’t help but smile. She could already picture her little jealous beast on the other end of the line, fuming with frustration like a puppy that just lost its toy—utterly pitiful and completely endearing.
Sigh!
Dating really was such a hassle—
Especially with this jealous little beast.
Fan Zhen decided not to tease her anymore and softened her voice:
“Got it, you petty gremlin. Should I just hang a sign on the Fu residence gate saying ‘Fang Songxian not allowed in’?”
That ultimate suggestion finally made the little beast laugh.
“Actually, that’s a great idea.”
Fan Zhen chuckled: “Yuyu, can you be any more childish?”
Fu Siyu snorted: “Who cares about social etiquette? I just don’t like Songxian always clinging to you.”
Fan Zhen rubbed her temples in surrender and changed the topic: “Are you working late tonight? What do you want for dinner?”
“You decide. I’ll swing by the mall in the afternoon to scout some seasonal outfits. Once I’m done, I’ll come back and we can pick together, okay?”
Fan Zhen didn’t want to kill her vibe: “Okay.”
After hanging up, Fu Siyu took her lunchbox and utensils to the break room to clean, wiped everything down with a wet wipe, then packed it neatly back into the insulated bag. She pulled out her phone and made a momentous decision—
She posted on her Moments feed.
Fu Siyu had never posted on Moments before. The company had an official website, and all new product announcements were handled by the planning department. She never shared anything about her private life.
Today, though, she selected the picture she took that morning—Fan Zhen’s handmade snacks, already picture-perfect without a filter. But to show how much she cared, she still Googled how to edit photos and adjusted the saturation and brightness a bit before posting.
Her first-ever Moments post.
A full 9-image collage, with the caption:
“The taste of home.”
…
The first person to like it was Ai Qing.
After leaving Fu Corporation, she had gone to the Xia family home. After exchanging a few words with Xia Yicheng, she left quickly. Sitting in the car, bored out of her mind, she scrolled through her phone—and nearly fell out of her seat.
Other people might not understand the significance of those four words, but Ai Qing understood all too well. She couldn’t believe Fu Siyu, who hadn’t posted on Moments in what felt like a hundred years, would suddenly do so—and with photos and a caption that carried such a personal message.
Panicked, Ai Qing quickly liked the post. But thinking it over, she realized that wouldn’t be enough, so she commented, trying to throw people off the scent and prevent any wild speculation:
[Wow, Fu Zong’s out here promoting with a flower basket now? Your new chef has skills! I’m coming over to try “your taste of home” someday!]
Then she immediately messaged Fu Siyu:
“Fu Siyu, have you gone crazy? What are you doing?”
Ten seconds later, her phone chimed.
Ai Qing opened the message.
I’m confessing to my wife.
…
Fan Zhen’s only contact was Fu Siyu, but since Fu Siyu never posted, Fan Zhen rarely checked Moments either. She looked at the time—still a while till dinner—so she planned to help Sister Huan pick more fabrics.
Just as she reached the garden steps, someone tapped her shoulder.
Fan Zhen turned around in surprise. When she saw who it was, her hand flew to her mouth and she froze in place: “Miss Fang… y-you…”
Fang Songxian’s smile faltered. She self-consciously touched her face: “What’s wrong? Do I look weird?”
Fan Zhen finally came back to her senses and asked blankly: “Why are you here?”
Usually, she was calm and detached around Fang Songxian. But now, her whole face was animated with shock. Songxian misread her reaction as delight and beamed:
“I came to see you, Jiejie.”
She kept talking: “I haven’t come by lately because my mommy wouldn’t let me go out. She wants me to join the family business. I didn’t want to, but she said…”
Fang Songxian’s eyes fixated on Fan Zhen’s cherry-like lips as she smiled:
“She said if I agreed to take over the company, she’d let me see you.”
Fan Zhen frowned slightly.
Putting aside whether she liked Fang Songxian or not—even if they were dating—what Songxian just said made it clear she thought she was on a higher level.
Her “mommy,” too, always carried a sense of superiority. Saying “let you see her” sounded more like condescension than goodwill. It made Fan Zhen feel looked down on.
She herself was a young miss from a wealthy family. She’d seen enough overbearing rich in-laws who treated their children’s partners like dirt.
And Fang Songxian? Instead of protecting her Omega, she caved under pressure. In future conflicts, she’d probably make her Omega give in again and again.
Fan Zhen looked straight at her and said calmly: “Sorry, Miss Fang. I don’t want to meet your mommy.”
“Why not?” Fang Songxian’s eyes turned red. She looked deeply hurt. “If she meets you, she’ll approve of us. I worked so hard to get her to agree…”
Fan Zhen smiled, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes: “And what if she doesn’t approve? Then what will you do, Miss Fang?”
Songxian had clearly never considered that. She stammered: “If she doesn’t… then… we’ll just elope. Once we have a baby, she…”
“Miss Fang,” Fan Zhen cut her off coldly, “Don’t you think that’s unfair to your partner?”
“I told you before—we’re not suitable. Nothing will happen between us. That hasn’t changed. Don’t waste your time on me.”
“Also,” she added, “for an Alpha, responsibility and the ability to protect their partner matter more than family wealth.”
Not wanting to say more, Fan Zhen turned and walked toward the main hall. As she walked, she couldn’t help but smile.
They say comparison reveals the truth—and it’s so true.
Fang Songxian was weak and selfish, always leaving her Omega to face hardship alone.
But Fu Siyu? She shielded her from everything, always putting her first.
Aside from being insanely jealous, she was pretty much perfect.
Wait!
Jealous…
Oh no!
How many sentences had she just exchanged with Fang Songxian? More than three?!
If the little jealous beast found out, it’d be the end of the world. She’d be mad for days.
Fan Zhen suddenly felt like the air had thinned around her. Guiltily, she pulled out her phone and sent Fu Siyu a kiss emoji to butter her up.
No immediate reply.
The little beast was probably busy.
Fan Zhen smiled to herself, exited the chat—and noticed a red dot in her Moments tab.
Her contact list had exactly one person—
Fu Siyu.
She clicked in, curious what Fu Siyu had posted.
And when her eyes landed on that one and only update, Fan Zhen’s eyes widened, her heart pounding, and even her fingertips began to tremble.