The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Fan Zhen sent a surprised meme.
Fu Siyi pursed her lips and continued typing:
She came by just to deliver the wedding invitations. A few of our classmates live far apart, and she was in a rush and couldn’t stay for a meal, so I just shared some snacks with her.
Fu Siyi rambled on for a while, laying out all the context before finally mustering the courage to ask what had been weighing on her heart:
[She lives the closest to Songxian’s house, so she was the first to deliver an invitation. But she ended up making the trip for nothing — Songxian was already gone early in the morning, and usually at that time she’s still sleeping in.
After sending that message, Fu Siyi waited ten seconds with no reply from Fan Zhen.
She stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, distractedly looking outside, then sat back down in her swivel chair, glanced at her phone — still no reply — then got up and walked to the window again…
She repeated this loop countless times. When she finally checked the time, only a minute had passed.
Fu Siyi couldn’t sit still any longer. She gritted her teeth and decided to just call Fan Zhen directly.
Who cares if she sounded clingy — at this rate, someone else was going to steal her wife!
As the ringtone played through the receiver, Fu Siyi was already rehearsing what she’d say once the call connected.
But the entire song finished playing, and still no one picked up. Fu Siyi’s heart twisted like it was being fried in a pan — she wanted nothing more than to crawl through the phone line and see what was going on.
The reason Fan Zhen didn’t answer right away was that Sister Huan had dragged her off to help pick out fabrics.
In a few days, Su Nation would celebrate its annual “Star of Hope Festival.”
In Su Nation, Alphas are a rare group with high social status, and the country even created a festival specifically for them.
Each year on this festival, families with unmarried Alphas — whether boys or girls — set up a ceremonial table, offer fruits and wine, wear traditional Su clothing, and pray for blessings from the Star of Hope.
“Zhen, you young people have good taste. Come help me choose a nice color?” Sister Huan tugged at the phone-distracted Fan Zhen and held up an armful of colorful fabrics. “Hey, how about this pink one? Will young girls like it?”
Fan Zhen instinctively slipped her phone back into her pocket, took the fabric in her hands and examined it carefully. She couldn’t help but ask, “What are you making with this, Sister Huan?”
Sister Huan smiled warmly. “I’m making a ruqun (traditional dress) for my girl. The Star of Hope Festival is coming up, and all the unmarried Alphas need to wear it for the ceremony.”
Fan Zhen often heard Sister Huan mention her precious daughter, but didn’t realize she had already differentiated into an Alpha. She smiled genuinely, “Feifei has already differentiated?”
“Yes, just last week… Both her dad and I are Betas, so we assumed she would be too. But the doctor said it was a post-op fusion reaction, a one-in-a-million chance. The surgery wasn’t just successful — it made her an Alpha.”
Sister Huan’s eyes turned red as she spoke. “It’s all thanks to the young lady (Fu Siyi). If she hadn’t arranged for the best hospital, Feifei might not be alive today… We’ll never be able to repay her kindness in this lifetime…”
Hearing Fu Siyi mentioned brought Fan Zhen back to her phone — she suddenly remembered she hadn’t replied to her messages. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly pulled out her phone, only for Fu Siyi’s call to come in just then.
Fan Zhen made an excuse to slip away, picked up the phone at lightning speed, not daring to delay for even a second. She was slightly out of breath from running:
“Yi-xiao-zai…” (a pet name, literally “Little Cub Yi”)
Hearing Fan Zhen’s breathless voice over the phone, Fu Siyi’s mind immediately conjured up certain distressing images. Her heart felt like it was being twisted into a pretzel, though her voice stayed unusually calm:
“Jiejie (older sister), you didn’t reply to my messages or pick up my call. What were you doing?”
Fan Zhen steadied her breath, afraid she was angry and quickly apologized:
“Sorry, Zai Zai. I was helping Sister Huan pick out fabric. My phone was on silent in my pocket.”
Fu Siyi let out a soft sigh of relief — so Jiejie was just choosing fabric. Still, unease lingered in her heart, and she asked tentatively:
“Did… anyone come by the house?”
Fan Zhen didn’t quite understand. “Who? Was someone supposed to?”
Fu Siyi dodged the question:
“Just wondering if any of my classmates… Su Yuan, Jian Si… did they come?”
Fan Zhen slowly caught on and covered her mouth, her eyes turning crescent-shaped in amusement. She deliberately teased:
“You’re not home — why would they come?”
Fu Siyi couldn’t see the playful smile on Fan Zhen’s face, and she was gripping her pen so tightly it nearly pierced the paper:
“Then… what about others? Did anyone else come?”
“Zai Zai, what exactly are you trying to ask?” Fan Zhen could barely hold in her laughter, dragging out her words teasingly:
“You’re trying to ask… if Fang Songxian came, aren’t you?”
Since she’d been found out, Fu Siyi stopped pretending. Her tone suddenly turned sharp:
“Yes. I am asking if she came.”
Fan Zhen leaned lazily against a tree and replied leisurely:
“Now that you mention it, I don’t think she’s been around for days.”
Clang—
A loud crash came through the phone — it sounded like something had shattered — followed by Fu Siyi’s cold, stern voice:
“You’re not allowed to think about her.”
Fan Zhen broke into laughter instantly, lips curling with amusement:
“Angry now? I was teasing you. She didn’t come.”
“Even if she does, you’re not allowed to talk to her.” Fu Siyi’s tone darkened, sounding like a jealous and aggrieved 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 say such domineering words in the most pitiful voice, Fan Zhen could already picture the sulky, aggrieved little beast on the other end — like a jealous puppy, impossible not to adore.
Sigh…
Dating is such a hassle.
Especially when your girlfriend is a little jealous beast.
Fan Zhen softened her voice, no longer teasing:
“Okay, okay, little stingy ghost. Should I just hang a sign at the gate of the Fu mansion that says ‘Fang Songxian Not Allowed Inside’?”
That finishing move finally made the little beast laugh:
“Not a bad idea.”
Fan Zhen giggled:
“Zai Zai, could you be any more childish?”
Fu Siyi snorted defiantly:
“Who cares about manners? I just don’t like Fang Songxian hanging around you.”
Fan Zhen rubbed her temple in exasperation and changed the subject:
“Are you working late tonight? What do you want for dinner?”
“You decide. I’m heading to the department store this afternoon to shoot some photos of the new season’s clothes. After that I’ll come home and we can choose together, okay?”
Fan Zhen didn’t want to dampen her mood:
“Okay.”
After hanging up, Fu Siyi washed her lunchbox and utensils, wiped them down with a wet tissue, and returned them to the insulated bag. Then she pulled out her phone and made a post on her Moments.
It was the first post she’d ever made.
Fu Siyi never used her Moments (WeChat timeline). Her company had an official website, and all product releases were handled by the marketing department — she never used her personal account for any kind of publicity.
Moreover, she didn’t like people prying into her private life, so her Moments had always been a blank slate.
She found the photo she took that morning — the snacks Fan Zhen made were colorful and photogenic, no filters needed. But wanting to show she cared, Fu Siyi still Googled how to edit photos, tweaked the brightness and saturation, and posted a full nine-photo collage.
Her caption:
“The taste of home.”
…
The first like came from Ai Qing.
After leaving the Fu Group, Ai Qing had visited the Xia family, exchanged a few words with Xia Yicheng, and then left in a hurry. Sitting in her car feeling bored, she casually opened her phone — and nearly fell out of her seat.
Most people might not catch the hidden meaning in those four words, but she did. She couldn’t believe Fu Siyi suddenly posted on Moments.
Someone who never posts — when she does, it causes a stir. And with those pictures and words so rich with meaning, who wouldn’t start speculating?
Ai Qing quickly hit “like,” but still felt it wasn’t enough. She added a comment to try and steer the narrative:
[Whoa, Fu President stepping out with a flower basket? Your new chef at home has skills — I’ll come try the taste of ‘home’ someday too 😏]
Then she hurriedly messaged Fu Siyi:
“Are you insane? What the hell are you doing?”
Ten seconds later, her phone dinged.
She looked down and saw Fu Siyi’s reply:
I’m confessing to my wife.
…
Fan Zhen only had one contact on her WeChat — Fu Siyi. But since Fu Siyi never posted, she rarely checked Moments. Now, with some time before dinner, she decided to help Sister Huan pick fabric again. As she walked down the garden steps, someone tapped her on the shoulder.
Fan Zhen turned, stunned to see the person behind her. She instinctively covered her mouth, frozen in the wind:
“Miss Fang, y-you—you…”
Fang Songxian’s smile froze. She nervously touched her face:
“What? What’s wrong with me?”
Fan Zhen blinked back her shock:
“Why are you here?”
Usually, Fan Zhen was calm and indifferent toward her. But now, her whole face was animated. Fang Songxian mistook her shock for delight and beamed:
“I came to see you, Jiejie.”
She kept talking:
“I haven’t visited in a while because my mom wouldn’t let me out. She’s trying to force me into the family company. I didn’t want to, but she said…”
Fang Songxian glanced at Fan Zhen’s cherry-colored lips and smiled sweetly:
“She said if I agreed to take over the company, she’d let me see you.”
Fan Zhen frowned slightly.
Whether she liked Fang Songxian or not — even if they were dating — what she just said clearly placed herself above Fan Zhen.
And her mother… that superior tone, acting like “meeting her” was a favor — it made Fan Zhen feel discriminated against.
Fan Zhen was a rich girl herself and had seen plenty of wealthy matriarchs bullying their daughters-in-law, treating them like dirt.
Now Fang Songxian compromised in the face of such treatment? She had no ability to protect her Omega, and in the future would only expect the Omega to keep making sacrifices.
Fan Zhen looked her in the eye, calm and steady:
“Sorry, Miss Fang. I don’t want to meet your mother.”
“Why not?” Fang Songxian’s eyes began to redden. “Once she meets you, she’ll approve of our relationship. Jiejie, I worked so hard to convince her…”
Fan Zhen gave a cold smile, eyes unreadable:
“So if she approves, it’s okay. But if she doesn’t… what then? What do you plan to do?”
Fang Songxian hadn’t thought that far. She mumbled:
“If she doesn’t approve, then… then we’ll just go ahead anyway. Once there’s a baby, she…”
“Miss Fang…” Fan Zhen interrupted, voice sharp.
“Don’t you think that’s incredibly unfair to your partner?”
“I’ve already told you before — we’re not right for each other. There’s no future between us. I’m saying it again now: don’t waste your time on me.”
“Also — as an Alpha, a person’s sense of responsibility matters far more than their wealth or status.”
Fan Zhen turned and walked away, lips unconsciously curling into a smile.
As the saying goes: comparison reveals the truth. And it was spot on.
Fang Songxian was weak and selfish, leaving every obstacle to her Omega. But Fu Siyi stood in front of the one she loved, shielding her from the wind and rain, always putting her first.
Aside from being overly jealous… she was perfect.
Wait!
Jealousy…
Oh no!
How many sentences had she just exchanged with Fang Songxian? More than three?
If Little Beast found out, she’d be furious — the kind of mad that took forever to calm down.
Suddenly feeling like the air was too thin, Fan Zhen guiltily pulled out her phone and sent Fu Siyi a kissy-face emoji as a peace offering.
No reply.
Little Beast was probably busy.
Fan Zhen chuckled softly to herself and switched apps. She noticed a red dot on the Moments tab.
She only had one contact.
It was… Fu Siyi.
Fan Zhen quickly tapped in, curious to see what she had posted.
And when her eyes landed on that single post…
Her eyes widened. Her heart pounded like a drum.
Even her fingers trembled as she held the phone.