The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Fan Zhen followed Ying Gu to the third floor to choose a room. Ying Gu said she could choose, but in reality, she gave Fan Zhen no chance, directly leading her to the room closest to Fu Siyi’s bedroom. As she pushed open the door, the smile never left her face.

“Zhen Zhen, I’ve had the toiletries replenished, and your intimate apparel is custom-made to your size. Miss said she’ll buy your clothes personally, so the tailors don’t need to make too many… Do you see anything else you’re missing? If there’s anything about the room’s decor or furnishings you’re not satisfied with, just tell me directly, and I’ll have someone change it.”

Fan Zhen was still in a daze. Hearing Ying Gu’s question, she finally looked up, her clear, large eyes slowly scanning the room.

The room was surprisingly large, its decor and color scheme identical to Fu Siyi’s bedroom. A full set of unopened cosmetics sat on the dressing table, the bedsheets and quilt looked pristine and new, and even the pajamas on the pillow were still in their original packaging.

This was a world of difference from the maid’s room she used to sleep in.

Fan Zhen’s gaze fell upon a painting on the wall, and she was slightly lost in thought.

On the wall hung a cool-toned oil painting depicting the Misty Lake of Chaoyang Imperial City in Yuan Kingdom, with peach and plum blossoms along the shore and shimmering water on the lake.

Ying Gu saw Fan Zhen engrossed and leaned in, smiling, to whisper to her: “This painting was bought by Miss at an auction a few days ago. She said… you could look at it when you miss home.”

Fan Zhen pursed her lips, her heart pounding at that moment.

This little fool.

Master Wen Xi’s paintings were already expensive, and their market value had surged several times since his passing. If she missed home, she could just look it up on her phone anytime.

Besides, her beloved grandmother had already passed away. As for her father…

The moment he sold her to that scummy Alpha, he had nothing to do with her anymore.

There was nothing worth lingering over in that home.

As Ying Gu was speaking, her eyes caught sight of Fu Siyi “casually” passing by. She called out loudly, “Miss.”

Fu Siyi had been lingering by the door for a long time, deliberately taking two steps forward then two steps back, pretending to just be passing by: “Granny, did you call me?”

“Yes, Miss, come here for a moment.” Ying Gu’s eyes curved into a joyful arc, an irrepressible aunt-like smile on her face.

Miss was growing up, knowing how to keep her wife close by.

Ah, thanks to her assistance…

Ying Gu’s round face bloomed into a smile: “Miss, I need to wait for Old Qin from the pharmacy to settle the bill. If Fan Zhen needs anything, you can tell me later. I’ll go get busy now.”

Fu Siyi vaguely “oh’d,” her gentle gaze extending to firmly lock onto her wife.

Fan Zhen’s cheeks flushed under her gaze. She charmingly turned her head to glare at her, but her eyes were captivated by Fu Siyi’s beautiful profile.

Fu Siyi’s profile was outlined in half-light and half-shadow by the lamp, her cool, fair skin now imbued with warmth. Her narrow, peach blossom eyes stared fixedly at Fan Zhen, unblinking.

Fan Zhen looked up, meeting her gaze under the glass lamp: “Did you… plan this all along, wanting to trick me into coming here?”

Fu Siyi wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pecked her red lips, and chuckled softly: “…wanting to sleep in the same room with you, Sister, that’s what I truly planned.”

“Sister…” Fu Siyi rested her forehead against Fan Zhen’s, her pupils glazed with light, making her whole being shine.

She murmured: “I really want… to turn Sister into Mrs. Fu quickly.”

“I want to take Chaocao and Mumu to the amusement park. I’ll hold Chaocao and Mumu, and Sister will hold me… Our family will walk in the sunset… hearing them call me… Mama…”

Fu Siyi’s description was so vivid that Fan Zhen couldn’t help but fantasize, imagining those warm scenes.

So… this little beast had thought about their future, and had been working towards this plan all along.

She truly wanted to give herself a home.

Fan Zhen looked up, her soft red lips slightly parted, her glistening eyes filled solely with Fu Siyi’s reflection.

It was like a silent invitation.

“Wife, kiss me.”

Fan Zhen tiptoed and lightly pecked her on the cheek.

“That’s all?” Fu Siyi frowned, sounding resentful.

“I’ll make up the rest next time.”

“I don’t do credit here.” Fu Siyi forcefully clasped her waist, leaned in, and gently, softly covered Fan Zhen’s lips with her own.

Fan Zhen was embraced in her arms, too warm to move, and unwilling to move. She let Fu Siyi’s lips press down, settling on her own.

When they parted, both their eyes were misty, foreheads touching, both adjusting their slightly ragged breaths.

“Sister…” Fu Siyi’s thumb caressed her cheek, a smile playing on her lips: “To celebrate your housewarming, I have a gift for you.”

Fan Zhen was surprised: “What?”

She looked up and fell into Fu Siyi’s captivating peach blossom eyes, where doting softness swirled.

Fu Siyi pecked Fan Zhen’s soft lips: “Come to the kitchen in a bit, and you’ll find out.”

…

Although Fan Zhen was promoted to female book attendant, no one else dared to take over the work in the study. After much consideration, Ying Gu still let her help organize it.

Fan Zhen readily agreed. Although the study was large, there weren’t many places that needed cleaning. After wiping down the bookshelves, she looked up at the wall clock and realized it was unknowingly mealtime.

Fan Zhen rubbed her sore knees, her gaze once again straying to the inner room of the study; the chair was still empty.

Strange.

Fu Siyi hadn’t been seen all morning. Where did she go?

She had just told her to go to the kitchen, what did that mean?

Could she be in the kitchen?

How was that possible? She couldn’t even cut a potato, what would she do in the kitchen?

Fan Zhen imagined many possibilities, but she couldn’t guess the bizarre situation unfolding in the kitchen at that moment.

When Miss Fu entered the kitchen, the chefs were so nervous they didn’t know what to do, hiding in corners and exchanging stunned glances.

Fu Siyi rolled up her sleeves, holding a papaya in her left hand and a kitchen knife in her right, rapidly moving it on the cutting board.

The chefs watched with trepidation. Finally, when she paused, they cautiously leaned in to peek. The wrist-thick papaya was now only thumb-sized, and on the floor lay a thick layer of papaya slices.

Fu Siyi stared at the small piece of papaya on the cutting board, her brows furrowing tighter and tighter. She was very upset, very confused, and very anxious.

“Ah Xiang, get another papaya.”

The chef carefully handed over a washed papaya: “M-Miss, let me cut it.”

Fu Siyi cast a cold glance: “I said no help.”

The chef retreated to the corner, just about to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, when he heard Fu Siyi’s slightly agitated voice: “The water’s boiling, what do I put in first?”

The chef had to come back, quietly replaced the kitchen knife on the cutting board with a fruit knife, and craned his neck to look into the pot: “Miss, let the herbs boil for a while longer, otherwise it will be bitter. After seven or eight more minutes, pour in the coconut water, then add rock sugar, water chestnuts, and snow pears, and finally the candied beans and papaya.”

“Wait, slow down, I can’t remember.”

Fu Siyi clumsily poured coconut water into the pot. She poured it with too much force, causing boiling water to splash onto her arm. A sharp stinging pain shot through her. Fu Siyi instinctively grunted, not bothering to check the injury, and hurriedly added rock sugar to the pot.

The chef was truly worried she would hurt herself and tentatively spoke again: “Miss, let me do it.”

“No need.”

Fu Siyi stirred the long spoon, feeling the pain in her wrist becoming more obvious. She lifted it and saw a blister had formed where it had splashed.

She only glanced at it briefly, continuing her actions: “Ah Xiang, if I follow this recipe, will Omega truly no longer have cold hands and feet?”

“Of course!” The chef proudly lifted his chin: “Miss, my great-grandfather was a court physician in Italy. This recipe is not only good for Omegas but also Betas. If you don’t believe me, ask Sister E, she’s also had this recipe, just not with as many extra ingredients as Miss.”

Outside the kitchen, several maids were peering in. Chen E hadn’t had time to pull her head back when she heard her name and awkwardly stepped forward, smiling: “M-Miss, this recipe is indeed very effective…”

Fu Siyi’s expression suddenly became lively and bright. She simply smiled faintly, saying nothing, just continuously stirring the sweet soup in the pot.

The maids couldn’t guess her thoughts. It was rare for Fu Siyi to enter the kitchen, and cooking food personally was a first, which naturally made them curious.

But curiosity aside, they ultimately didn’t dare to ask more. Just as they were about to bow and leave, they heard Ying Gu’s high-pitched voice from the corridor.

“Miss, Miss… You have a call.”

Fu Siyi paused her movements: “Who is it?”

Ying Gu thought for a moment: “He said his surname is Song.”

Fu Siyi’s heart skipped a beat.

Director Song from the Entry and Exit Administration Center, could Fan Zhen’s documents be ready?

She quickly put down the long-handled spoon and hurriedly instructed: “Sister E, scoop out the sweet soup and leave it aside. I’ll deal with it when I get back.”

Chen E nodded repeatedly: “Yes, Miss.”

…

Fu Siyi didn’t wait for the elevator, rushing directly to the third floor via the spiral staircase, and quickly picked up the phone: “Hello, Uncle Song, it’s Xiaoyi… Really? I can pick them up next Monday? Thank you so much… Are you free this weekend? It’s been a long time since we’ve had a meal together…”

Fan Zhen was organizing the desk, vaguely hearing Fu Siyi’s soft laughter from the adjoining room. She pushed open the door to the room, walked step by step behind Fu Siyi, and gently patted her shoulder.

Fu Siyi turned, made a shushing gesture to her, and continued speaking to the person on the phone: “Okay, then I’ll book a table for Sunday and wait for you. Mm, I won’t disturb you anymore, goodbye.”

Fan Zhen saw the uncontainable joy in her eyes and couldn’t help but smile along: “What’s making you so happy?”

Fu Siyi suddenly reached out and wrapped an arm around Fan Zhen’s waist, lifting her up from the spot: “Sister, go on a date with me.”

This time it was frontal, face to face.

Fan Zhen’s legs instinctively hooked around her lower back. Before she could react, she was spun around in Fu Siyi’s arms.

Fan Zhen was suddenly spun and almost fell backward, so she could only firmly cling to Fu Siyi’s neck: “Little Yi… put me down…”

Fu Siyi was too happy, spinning her several times. The brief loss of control made Fan Zhen gasp, her face instantly turning crimson.

She half-scolded, half-smiled as she lightly punched Fu Siyi’s shoulder twice: “What are you doing? What was that about a date?”

Fu Siyi looked up, meeting her gaze: “Sister, your residency permit has been approved. Now you can go anywhere you want, no more hiding.”

Fan Zhen paused slightly, her heart aching beyond words: “I’m fine staying at home, no need to go out…”

Her joy was mixed with trepidation: “You… you didn’t discuss this with Madam? Is this okay? Will there be trouble?”

“Of course not.”

Fu Siyi carefully put her down. Fan Zhen’s body was very soft, melting into her embrace.

Fu Siyi gently stroked her long hair: “I’ve prepared all the necessary documents, and the procedures are legal. It’s just that the process was expedited a bit. They won’t find any faults, don’t worry.”

She affectionately rubbed Fan Zhen’s nose, her eyes curving as she asked: “Sister, think carefully, where should we go on our date?”

Fan Zhen nestled in her arms, so touched that her heart felt a hollow.

Although Fu Siyi spoke lightly, Fan Zhen knew that for Fu Siyi to get her residency permit while also considering Fu Weirong, it must have taken a lot of effort.

This little beast, she knew nothing, yet she unconditionally broke all exceptions for her.

Actually, even with a residency permit, she couldn’t show her face in public. Her father was searching the world for her to fulfill her marriage contract.

Freedom was truly negligible for Fan Zhen. No matter how wonderful the outside world was, it couldn’t compare to Fu Mansion, because here… there was Fu Siyi.

Only by Fu Siyi’s side did she feel happy and content.

Fan Zhen couldn’t bear to spoil her mood. She reached out and hooked her arms around Fu Siyi’s neck, stopping a hair’s breadth away, and whispered: “Wherever you take me, I’ll go…”

Fu Siyi deliberately lowered her voice, obedient like a lamb: “Is Sister saying… ‘marry a chicken, follow a chicken; marry a dog, follow a dog’?”

“Mm…” Fan Zhen’s voice drifted, trailing off with a graceful smile: “Has your probation period ended?”

Fu Siyi pressed down on her shoulders, pushing her little by little towards the door: “Then, if Sister eats the love meal I made, can I be promoted to full-time early?”

A glimmer of joy flashed in Fan Zhen’s eyes, then she felt incredulous: “What love meal? Did you make it yourself?”

“You’ll know when you go to the kitchen.” Fu Siyi smiled mysteriously, her peach blossom eyes curving into a beautiful arc: “You go first, I’ll be there after I change.”

…

Fu Siyi entered the bedroom to change clothes. Just as she fastened the bottom button of her shirt, she heard rustling behind her. She thought Fan Zhen had returned and faintly curved her red lips: “Didn’t I tell you to wait for me in the kitchen? How come…”

Fu Siyi’s gaze inadvertently swept across the dressing mirror and saw Xia Yicheng’s face reflected there. Her body stiffened, and she quickly grabbed the long trench coat nearby to wrap herself up.

She buttoned up and turned around, sharply reprimanding: “How did you get in?”

Through the slightly translucent shirt, Xia Yicheng faintly glimpsed Fu Siyi’s elegant figure. Her little heart hadn’t recovered from the shock when she was completely covered up.

Xia Yicheng retracted her gaze, shrugging slightly regretfully, and said teasingly: “I pushed the door open, didn’t fly in, did I?”

Fu Siyi’s eyes were cold and sharp, her tone stiff: “How can you enter someone else’s bedroom without permission?”

Only Fan Zhen could enter her bedroom.

She needed to get Xia Yicheng out quickly, otherwise, Sister would be angry if she saw her.

Xia Yicheng seemed to be in a very good mood, or perhaps she simply couldn’t read the room and failed to notice the brewing storm in Fu Siyi’s eyes.

As she walked further in, she elegantly slipped off her fur coat, revealing a deep V-neck fitted dress, and seductively pressed against Fu Siyi’s body: “This isn’t my first time in your bedroom. Last time you fell into the lake and fainted, I even took care of you all night.”

Fu Siyi lowered her brows, a trace of mocking laughter flashing in her eyes.

Xia Yicheng and Shen Tian fought over Leng He and Sun Yuqing out of jealousy, disregarded her safety by pushing her into the lake, and even卑鄙ly gave her a trigger agent.

This debt, she had to settle with them properly.

Shen Tian was sinister and vicious. If she acted personally, she wouldn’t only dirty her own hands, but might also implicate Sister by being bitten back.

Why not use Xia Yicheng’s hand to teach Shen Tian a lesson?

Fu Siyi suppressed the disgust in her heart, subtly increasing the distance between herself and Xia Yicheng, and said expressionlessly: “Go wait for me in the front hall, I have something to tell you.”

Xia Yicheng originally wanted to linger in Fu Siyi’s bedroom, but seeing her demeanor as if she was about to announce something, she secretly rejoiced.

The front hall had people coming and going. Did she want to propose publicly?

Xia Yicheng’s face immediately lit up with joy: “Okay, I’ll wait for you.”