The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Fu Siyi clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turning white, and her gaze fixed on the endless line ahead. Her chest felt increasingly suffocated.

But no matter how angry she was, she didn’t storm off. She kept silently queuing, moving forward with the line unconsciously.

When her sister talked about zongzi, her smile was like a rainbow emerging after rain, and her entire being seemed bathed in a layer of dazzling light.

Fu Siyi loved seeing Fanzhen smile. But… she only liked it when her sister smiled at her.

The restlessness churned within her chest like a tangled thread. Anyone near her could feel the chill radiating from her. She was already naturally cool in appearance, and her cold expression made people instinctively avoid her.

The shop clerk was clearly intimidated; even the tail end of her question was trembling. “M-Miss, may I take your order?”

Fu Siyi adjusted her expression and pointed to a picture of zongzi on the menu board. “I want this one… make it sweeter. I’ll dip it in sugar when I get home.”

She mumbled as she spoke, not realizing that she had already unconsciously memorized everything Fanzhen had said.

While waiting for the packaging, Fu Siyi stepped slightly to the right, making room for the next customer. It was only then she realized she had been in line for two hours. Her legs were sore to the point of numbness.

In those two hours, she could’ve secured far greater business gains—yet here she was, queuing for zongzi.

But when she thought of her sister’s sweet smile, Fu Siyi felt it was worth it. Her lips slowly curled upward, blossoming into a satisfied smile.

As the saying goes, everyone appreciates beauty. Fu Siyi was stunning—so much so that when she smiled, it was like sunshine after snow, outshining even the 3D galaxy-themed advertisements in the mall.

The clerk couldn’t take her eyes off her, and her service instantly became more attentive. “Miss, your zongzi is ready. We’ve also included a complimentary box of sugar. We hope to see you again soon.”

“Thank you.”

Fu Siyi took the bag and turned toward the escalator. She stared at the mall’s massive 3D screen, but had already lost the mood to shop. She went straight down to the parking garage.

Once inside her car, she placed the bag on the passenger seat and immediately reached for her phone.

The last message was still that “drooling” emoji.

Fu Siyi looked down, eyes dimming.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

Her pupils lit up. Excitedly, she unlocked the screen—only to find it was a message from the company’s work group.

All this time, Fanzhen still hadn’t messaged her?

Songxian was clearly at the Fu residence. Why would she lie?

Fanzhen knew she’d mind—knew she’d get upset—so why hadn’t she explained?

Jealousy clouded Fu Siyi’s mind, leaving her unable to think straight. She couldn’t have guessed that Fanzhen’s phone had run out of battery and shut down.

All she felt was this suffocating rage lodged in her chest, impossible to release.

She wanted to be her sister’s obedient pup, yet hated how she truly resembled one—treating Fanzhen’s every word as gospel, showing up at her beck and call. If Fanzhen smiled at her once, she’d wag her metaphorical tail until it broke.

Fu Siyi hated this version of herself.

She really hated it.

Fu Siyi had always believed her life path was set from birth. She’d never had the luxury of wasting time like her peers—everything she did was in preparation to one day take over the Fu Group. She had almost no emotional needs.

Back in school, her desk was constantly filled with colorful love letters and little gifts. She never read them; once her drawer was full, she’d toss them out.

As she got older, her demeanor grew even colder. Aside from a few classmates, no Omega dared approach her. She never minded. To her, even marriage was an optional formality.

She had never thought she would fall in love—let alone love someone to the point of becoming utterly humble. Willing to kneel, to submit, to give up everything for that person…

But once, she was such a proud person.

On the drive back to the Fu residence, the snowfall grew heavier, thick flakes like goose feathers blanketing everything. The snow piled fast on the windshield, making the already murky view even harder to navigate.

She hadn’t asked the driver to take her to the office today, and now driving herself in the snow was proving difficult. The Fu estate was halfway up a mountain, and the thick snow quickly swallowed the entire landscape.

She gripped the steering wheel, placing her phone carefully between the dashboard displays, afraid of missing any messages from Fanzhen. But even after entering the tunnel into the mountains, there were no messages. No calls.

Her expression darkened even further, the gloom between her brows almost tangible—more violent than the snowstorm outside.

In truth, as soon as Fanzhen recharged her phone, her first instinct was to call Fu Siyi. But remembering that Fu Siyi had driven herself this morning, she worried a phone call in snowy weather might distract her and be dangerous. So she held off.

She stood near the garden pond, facing the ornate iron gate—the perfect spot to see incoming cars. She didn’t blink once, like a statue carved from ice.

Snow landed softly on her face, quickly tinting her cheeks a rosy pink from the cold.

Ying Gu slowly approached through the snow, draping a thick coat over her shoulders and speaking with concern. “Zhenzhen, come inside. You’ve been standing out here for an hour. What if you catch cold?”

“I’ve been here an hour?” Fanzhen murmured, still watching the gate. “Normally, the young miss gets home ten minutes after work. Why is she so late today?”

She grabbed Ying Gu’s hand, worried. “Granny, it’s been so long… I want to go wait at the bottom of the hill for her.”

Startled by the coldness of her touch, Ying Gu instinctively clasped her hand, rubbing it to warm her. “Look at you! You’re freezing. You’re from a warmer climate—your body isn’t built for this. If you go down the hill, what about your leg?”

“And you can’t even get past the gate! Be good, stay inside. The young miss will be home any minute.”

But Fanzhen stubbornly shook her head. “Granny, I’ll just wait at the bottom. I won’t go far, no one’s going to check ID… I just—can’t relax without seeing her.”

Ying Gu couldn’t convince her, but before the argument could escalate, they heard the sound of tires crunching over snow.

A red Maserati came into view.

Fanzhen’s lips lifted into a smile she couldn’t suppress. Grabbing Ying Gu’s arm, she shook her with excitement. “Granny! She’s back!”

“I told you she’d be back soon,” Ying Gu said, smiling at Fanzhen’s uncharacteristic glee. “You worry more than me, old as I am.”

Only then did Fanzhen realize her own odd behavior. Embarrassed, she let go and looked past Ying Gu, eyes following the red car as it slowly approached.

Driver Uncle Zhong rushed forward as the gate opened. Fu Siyi stepped out, handing him the keys to park the car.

The moment she stepped down, her gaze met Fanzhen’s—but only for a split second before she looked away. Her expression was cold, distant.

Fanzhen’s heart skipped a beat.

Fu Siyi had come straight from the mall, warm indoors the entire time. She wore only a thin blazer, and Fanzhen hurriedly removed the coat from her own shoulders, still holding her body heat, to wrap around her.

But the moment her fingertips brushed Fu Siyi’s sleeve, the latter flinched away like she’d been burned, striding off without a word.

Fanzhen knew she was still angry. Despite Ying Gu being present, she quickly followed. “Yi… Miss Fu, can you let me explain?”

Fu Siyi ignored her, didn’t even glance back. Her slender fingers pushed open the glass doors of the main hall, cutting off Fanzhen’s view.

She stopped where she stood, staring at her retreating back, biting her lip until it turned pale.

Ying Gu looked back and forth, sensing something was wrong.

Normally, the young miss would light up like a wild dog seeing a bone the moment she saw Fanzhen. But today, she didn’t even look at her?

Her instincts screamed: They fought.

Knowing she wasn’t good at smoothing over arguments, she immediately pulled out her phone to call for backup.

Cen Wan, receiving a text from Ying Gu, read it several times before believing it was really from her.

Just as she was wondering how Ying Gu got her number, the main hall door opened.

Fu Siyi’s lonely figure stepped in.

Thanks to the earlier message, Cen Wan already knew the two had quarreled, though she didn’t know the details or who was at fault.

She had assumed it was Fu Siyi’s temper that caused it. But seeing her now—so listless, her eyes still puffy from crying—Cen Wan couldn’t be sure anymore.

Pretending not to know anything, she greeted her with a smile. “Oh, little Siyi, why so late today? Aunt Wan’s been waiting so long she’s starving.”

Fu Siyi blinked, dazed. “A new restaurant opened at the mall. I queued to buy…”

She trailed off as she felt Fanzhen’s warm presence behind her—soft and close. Trying to stay composed, she quickly placed the food bag on the table. Her voice was low, clearly holding back her emotions. “I got some snacks. Aunt Wan, share it with everyone.”

Cen Wan had raised Fu Siyi since she was five and knew her personality inside out—cold on the outside, soft inside, proud and stubborn.

Right now, the “everyone” in the house was four people. When she said to share, of course that included Fanzhen.

She obviously cared deeply but still acted distant and aloof. Exactly like Fu Weirong when she was younger.

Cen Wan sighed inwardly. She and Ying Gu exchanged helpless looks.

Fortunately, Fanzhen was mature and gentle—older than Fu Siyi, and better at managing emotions. Even during arguments, she wouldn’t act immaturely. She knew how to communicate.

She walked up to Fu Siyi and gently tugged her sleeve, smiling softly. “Miss Fu, give me the zongzi. I’ll go get some sugar. Sweet zongzi taste best with sugar.”

Fu Siyi turned away stiffly, shaking off her touch. She turned slightly, leaving only a cold profile. “I’m not eating.”

Still, Fanzhen didn’t give up. She reached for her hand again, her voice even gentler. “Not in the mood for sweet? I’ll warm up two savory ones instead, okay?”

Fu Siyi’s nose burned, a wave of emotion surging through her. To hide it, she quickly turned and ran upstairs to her room.

She had tried to cover it, but Fanzhen still noticed the redness at the corners of her eyes. Standing frozen in place, Fanzhen could see nothing but that flush of red. It hurt deeply.

She hadn’t told Fu Siyi the truth out of fear she’d overthink. But hiding it had only made things worse.

Frustrated and anxious, she wracked her brain for how to explain everything—without saying the name “Fang Songxian,” which she knew would only hurt her more.

Honestly?

Dating a jealous little beast wasn’t easy.

But her trembling heart reminded her—

She really, really loved that little beast.

And since her little girlfriend was too angry to eat dinner now, Fanzhen knew it was time to coax her.

The dining room was painfully silent. Ying Gu and Cen Wan exchanged uncertain glances, unsure whether to speak.

Before they could, Fanzhen stepped forward. She went to the table, pulled two sweet zongzi from the bag, spotted the sugar, and placed them all on a tray. Turning to Cen Wan, she smiled apologetically. “Miss Cen, please go ahead and eat. Don’t wait for the young miss. I’ll take this to her room.”

Ying Gu had been fretting about getting Fu Siyi to eat, and now Fanzhen had taken the initiative. She couldn’t help but marvel—no wonder Alphas liked dating older women.

Warm, composed, considerate. Even when fighting, they stayed calm. They didn’t insist the other apologize first. They knew how to compromise, how to understand.

Most importantly—they knew how to care for someone.

Ying Gu smiled in relief, looking at Fanzhen like she was her savior. “Zhenzhen, the young miss is in a mood. If she still won’t eat, you just—”

Fanzhen turned, smiling sweetly. “Don’t worry, Granny. I’ll calm her down.”

Ying Gu: “…”

She stared, dumbfounded, as Fanzhen left with the tray.

“…How did she know what I was about to say?” she murmured.

Cen Wan stepped closer, teasing lightly, “You only ever say the same two sentences. Even I can recite them by now.”

Surprisingly, Ying Gu didn’t retort. “How is that my fault? It’s the young miss—always needing to be coaxed!”

They both looked down, then sighed in unison. “Sigh…”