The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Ying Gu glanced sideways at her, curling her lips into a “crafty old fox” grin.
“Half a year? The cucumbers will be frozen by then. Cen Wan, didn’t you say we’re the wingmen? The young lady’s happiness depends on the two of us…”

Ying Gu only realized midway through her sentence that she’d used the term “the two of us,” and her partner was none other than Cen Wan. She couldn’t be bothered to correct herself and continued animatedly,
“Now that we know peaches can make Fan Zhen go into heat, why don’t we take this opportunity to…”

“Stop. Just stop.” Cen Wan, who had been secretly delighted at the term “the two of us,” immediately gestured for her to quit talking. With a touch of disdain, she said,
“Housekeeper Ying, are all Alphas like this? Selfish, pushy, and unreasonable. Can’t you people respect Omegas?”

Ying Gu was stunned for a second, clearly not used to Cen Wan’s fiery side. Then she retorted,
“What’s wrong with Alphas? Why are you yelling at me? Did you take the wrong meds?”

Cen Wan rolled her eyes.
“You want Fan Zhen to drink peach juice and go into heat, then have Xiao Yi mark her? That’s seriously low.”

Ying Gu seemed to realize the issue and her tone softened slightly.
“But… but they already like each other. I… I’m just trying to help…”

Cen Wan was speechless for a while.
“Did you think about how Fan Zhen would feel if she found out later? That Xiao Yi marked her because of some trick?”

“And let me give you a kind reminder…” Cen Wan stood up, flicked her softly curled long hair with charm, and strolled toward the door. Just before leaving, she turned around with a bright smile.
“If you do this, Xiao Yi won’t thank you—she’ll send you right back to Xishui Village.”

Ying Gu’s face turned ghostly pale, obvious resistance gleaming in her eyes.
“I don’t want to go back.”

Cen Wan giggled into her hand.
“Oh, I almost forgot. That flower-selling Omega granny still lives in Xishui Village, right? It’s such a tiny place—you bump into people just stepping outside…”

With feigned sorrow, Cen Wan sighed theatrically.
“Seeing her face-to-face again… everything’s changed. Only heartache remains.”

Ying Gu’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot. Cen Wan ignored her and kept poking at her soft spot.
“Housekeeper Ying, you’ve got a million ideas when it comes to helping the young lady. But when it’s your own business, you freeze up? If you acted with half the courage you show while scheming for others, that flower-granny wouldn’t have been snatched up by another Alpha.”

For once, Ying Gu lost in a war of words. She meekly asked,
“Would the young lady… really send me back?”

Cen Wan nodded solemnly, then annoyingly threw the question back:
“What do you think?”

“Even if Xiao Yi and Fan Zhen love each other, any manipulative behavior will taint their feelings. Love should be pure, like freshly fallen snow. You get that, right?”

Cen Wan turned to look at the snow-covered world outside the door. For a moment, she was lost in thought.

Behind her, Ying Gu’s slightly aged voice grew near.
“Cen Wan… thank you.”

Cen Wan blinked away the moisture gathering on her lashes and gave a radiant smile.
“Housekeeper Ying, did I just hear you say… ‘thank you’?”

Ying Gu’s eye twitched. She returned to her usual gruff tone,
“I said you’re ‘fox-faced’—you misheard.”

Cen Wan’s smile faded slowly as she watched Ying Gu’s flustered retreating figure. Her pupils dilated as tears she’d been holding back finally flowed.

She lowered her head and murmured softly,
“My love… was gray from the start.”

…

Meanwhile…

Fu Siyi curled up in bed, wrapped tightly in a blanket, eagerly awaiting Fan Zhen to bring her medicine—but it was Ying Gu who walked in. Her face froze in an instant.
“I said I’m not eating at night. Take it away.”

Ying Gu was speechless. This stubborn young lady had worn down all her patience.

No food at night? More like no food unless it’s from Fan Zhen.

Ying Gu cautiously asked,
“Miss, not even peach juice?”

Fu Siyi frowned.
“No. Take it away.”

She turned over in a huff, dragging the blanket over her head. When she heard the soft click of the closing door, her chest filled with even more frustration.

So cruel. Her sister really just left her behind.

It hurt—aching, even. Thinking about Fan Zhen abandoning her, every nerve screamed with longing.

She missed hugging her sister. Missed kissing her. Missed eating delicious little cakes…

Fu Siyi tossed and turned for over an hour, still unable to sleep. Her skin itched for Fan Zhen’s touch.

They were under the same roof, yet she still couldn’t stop thinking about her.

No.

She wasn’t going to be a left-behind child.
If she wanted her sister, she had to fight for her.

Her empty gaze fell on her vanity table—and suddenly lit up.

She immediately grabbed her phone, searched for makeup tutorials, drew a tiny red dot on her collarbone with lipstick, and dabbed some foundation on it to make it look like a bug bite.

With the “special effects makeup” done, she lay back down, pulled her neckline slightly lower to reveal her elegant collarbone, adjusted her pose a few times, then snapped a selfie.

Sent it to Fan Zhen.

Siyi: “Sister, I got bitten by a bug 😢”

Fan Zhen was about to set her alarm for bed when the message popped up. She opened the chat and blinked.

A bug? In winter? And in Fu Manor of all places?

Just as she processed that, another message came in:

Fan Zhen opened the picture and stared at it for a few seconds, trying to spot the “bite.”

Looked a little like a bug bite… but probably wasn’t.
She must’ve taken this photo in a side-lying position.

Siyi’s shoulder and collarbone were absolutely perfect—better than most actresses in the entertainment industry. She really knew her assets and how to show them off.

Oh ho. A very obvious seduction attempt.

Fan Zhen smirked and feigned innocence:

[Fan Zhen]: “There’s herbal ointment in your vanity drawer.”

Siyi replied instantly:

Siyi: “That’s for wounds.”

[Fan Zhen]: “Same difference. It has anti-inflammatory and calming properties.”

After that, Siyi didn’t reply.

Fan Zhen assumed the little beast had finally gone to bed and dimmed her bedside light.

Five minutes later, her phone buzzed again.

With a sigh, Fan Zhen picked up the call.
“Hello? Siyi, it’s really late. I’m so tired, I want to sleep…”

Siyi’s calm voice slid into her ear like electricity.
“Open the door.”

Fan Zhen blinked, half-asleep.
“What door?”

“The door to your room.”

Fan Zhen jolted awake.
“You’re outside my room?!”

Siyi calmly:
“What else?”

Fan Zhen scrambled out of bed in a panic—not because she feared Siyu would be angry, but because she was terrified someone might see her.

She opened the door and saw Siyi’s dazzling smile.

The little beast had showered, wearing silky cream-colored pajamas. Her hair was damp at the tips, and her eyes sparkled with mischief and heat.

Fan Zhen’s eyes drifted down to the soft pillow in Siyi’s arms.

Fan Zhen: ???

She… planned this?? She even brought her own pillow?!

Her face flushed.
“W-What are you doing?”

Siyi leaned in, her voice sultry:
“I came to… sleep with sister.”

Fan Zhen nearly choked.
“Wha—what nonsense! Go back before someone sees you!”

Siyi said nothing. She just stood there, innocent eyes sparkling—but that smirk at her lips was anything but pure.

Fan Zhen’s scalp tingled. She felt eyes from every direction, like pins pricking her skin.

This couldn’t continue. Someone was bound to see them.

Fan Zhen sighed in defeat.
“…Come in.”

Siyi didn’t move.

“Fu. Si. Yi.” Fan Zhen ground out each word. “What do you want?”

Siyi batted her lashes.
“Sister, are you inviting me in?”

Fan Zhen: !!!

She’s enjoying this way too much.

Fan Zhen glared.
“Yes, yes, I’m inviting you. Come in and sleep with me. Happy?!”

Siyi finally walked in, barefoot in her slippers, placed her pillow on Fan Zhen’s small bed, and smiled sweetly.
“Sister, do you want the inside or the outside?”

Fan Zhen’s expression was still frosty.
“Whatever.”

Siyi crawled to the wall side, taking up as little space as possible. Her tone turned pitiful.
“I sleep quietly, don’t steal covers, don’t snore, and I don’t roll around.”

Fan Zhen tried to keep a straight face, but seeing her act all meek like that, the corners of her lips twitched into a smile.

Siyi caught the smile and raised her brows triumphantly.
“Sister, hurry. The bed’s already warm.”

Fan Zhen climbed in with a stern face. Siyu politely lifted the blanket for her.

The scent of shampoo and warmth wrapped around Fan Zhen.

She turned to look at Siyi, who was practically stuck to the wall like a gecko. Fan Zhen moved closer, suppressing her thundering heartbeat.
“Move in a little.”

Siyi smiled and cautiously shifted closer—just enough to be intimate, not overwhelming.

The little beast really was a natural at this.

Fan Zhen forgot her intended line—asking when she’d go back to her own room. Instead, she swallowed it.

The two lay side by side, not speaking or touching. The silence between them was palpable.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The faint fragrance of their body wash mingled under the covers, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

Half an hour passed. Neither slept.

Siyi forced herself to close her eyes, but all she could think about was that time eating cake, when her sister moaned so sweetly…

Fan Zhen, on the other hand, was worse.
When Siyi’s arm accidentally brushed her waist, the arousal that had been buried surged forth.

Her gland felt like it was being crawled on by a thousand ants.

So itchy.

She bit her finger, eyes glossy, trying to suppress it.

Too late.

Her body always betrayed her first.

She wanted Siyi… to eat the cake. Fresh berries. Right now.

She must be crazy. Why else would her first thought be… Siyi’s elegant fingers.

She wanted those fingers again… pressing, rubbing…

Fan Zhen clenched her legs tightly in shame.