The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 5
Chapter 5
The next moment, a pink, strawberry-shaped sewing kit dropped into her palm.
“This sewing kit was a gift from Aunt Lisa,” Fu Siyi demonstrated with her finger in Huo Fanzhen’s hand. “Press the brown lid here and the pouch opens. Look, it even has threads and buttons inside. Isn’t it fun?”
“It really is,” Fanzhen’s eyes lit up with joy. She gently squeezed the cute strawberry leaf and couldn’t put it down. “Your aunt is so good to you.”
“She’s my stepmother’s older sister—not my biological aunt,” Fu Siyi paused and added, “Do you remember that cartoon shop? The one where you hid in my car? That shop owner is Aunt Lisa. She told me to give this sewing kit to my girlfr—”
Fu Siyi stopped mid-sentence, suddenly remembering Aunt Lisa’s actual words—“Give this to your girlfriend.”
Girlfriend…
She let out a wry smile. In her 24 years of life, she’d met many people but had never once felt that spark of attraction.
Especially when others were pairing off and she was always alone, Fu Siyi would wonder—was it that she simply hadn’t met the right person, or that love didn’t really exist at all?
Fang Songxian often teased her about having bonding issues and tried to drag her to a doctor, but Fu Siyi knew she was a normal Alpha—she just hadn’t met anyone she liked.
Forcing yourself to fall in love when you feel nothing? That’s the real sickness.
Living with someone or alone—life went on either way.
Her eyes fell again on the sewing kit. Instead of leaving it in a corner waiting for someone who might never appear, it was better to give it to someone more suitable.
Fu Siyi gently closed Fanzhen’s fingers around it. “This sewing kit is yours now.”
Warmth filled Fanzhen’s heart. Yesterday and today couldn’t be more different.
Yesterday, she’d been hungry, hiding in fear, forced to sleep in a subway corridor.
Today, not only did she have food and drink—she even received a gift.
Her voice choked with emotion. “Miss… I… I don’t deserve it…”
Fu Siyi kept a straight face and imposed with a commanding tone, “I already told you—Christmas gifts cannot be refused.”
Fanzhen gently held the sewing kit, her downcast eyes slowly lifting to meet Fu Siyi’s red-tipped nose from the cold. She said softly, “Thank you.”
Maybe it was the cold or her emotions, but Fanzhen’s eyes turned red, her nose twitching as if trying to hold back tears.
Those eyes—glistening with tears—looked straight at her. Fu Siyi’s heart skipped a beat. Uncomfortable, she turned away. “It’s late. Go rest.”
With that, she walked toward the main building.
Fanzhen stood where she was, eyes fixed on Fu Siyi’s retreating figure, a warm stream of gratitude flowing through her.
She kept watching and watching until Fu Siyi disappeared from view—only then did she realize she hadn’t given a gift in return.
Her fingers brushed over the sewing kit in her palm, and a plan began forming in her mind…
…
Fu Siyi’s schedule today was packed from morning to night. By the time she left the company, the city lights were already glowing.
She sat in the back of her business car, en route to a dinner hosted by the CEO of OCT.
In truth, she didn’t enjoy socializing. Even though the Fu Corporation was already a commercial powerhouse in Su Country, she had only recently taken over and hadn’t yet firmly established herself. She had no choice but to push herself through endless business meals and networking events, rapidly gaining resources and building connections.
After leaving the venue, the OCT CEO personally walked her to the door. She politely said goodbye and then turned to the parking lot, signaling behind her, “Assistant Jiang, have the driver bring the car around.”
As she waited, Shen Tian returned from the lobby and looped behind her, tapping her shoulder. “Siyi.”
Fu Siyi was surprised. “Why are you back? Is there something missing in the contract?”
“Is work all you ever think about?”
Shen Tian stepped closer, and her Omega pheromones subtly drifted over—soft, almost teasing.
Fu Siyi pressed her lips together, her cool, refined features clearly showing discomfort.
Shen Tian, always quick to read the room, withdrew her pheromones and softened her tone. “Siyi, I drank too much last night and said some things that bothered you. I’m sorry.”
After graduating, Shen Tian had joined OCT and worked her way up to director. Naturally, she and Fu Siyi had crossed paths professionally many times.
Fu Siyi gave her a formulaic smile. “We’re classmates. Don’t worry about it.”
Shen Tian’s smile only brightened. “I’m glad you’re not mad. You were amazing in that meeting just now—you know, I’ve worked with President Xu for years, and I’ve never heard him compliment anyone before.”
Fu Siyi remained indifferent—even while smiling, there was no warmth behind it. “I’m pretty sure our major wasn’t flattery in university.”
“Of course not,” Shen Tian said with eyes brimming with meaning. “Siyi, how about a drink somewhere?”
A blatant, naked attempt at seduction.
“No, I’m really tired today. I’d rather go home and rest.”
Just then, the driver arrived. Fu Siyi got into the car and rolled down the window. “Next time—let’s invite Songxian and Aiqing too. My treat.”
Shen Tian waved goodbye. “Alright, next time then.”
She understood this kind of thing required finesse. Clearly, Fu Siyi wasn’t moved by charm or pressure—pushing too hard would only backfire.
No rush.
Time was on her side.
…
It was nearly 11 p.m. by the time Fu Siyi returned to the villa. She took a bath, slipped on a white robe, and walked to the wine rack, planning to have a glass of red wine while reviewing some emails.
Since taking over the Fu Corporation, she had thrown herself into work day and night, disrupting her sleep and developing mild insomnia.
Rather than lying awake for hours, it made more sense to spend the time working.
Wine glass in hand, she walked toward her small study. As she passed the floor-to-ceiling window, something red caught her eye.
Curious, she approached—and saw a small, handmade Christmas stocking hanging on the curtain.
Palm-sized, with neatly stitched seams, it had an embroidered smiling face in a Santa hat at the ankle—exquisite and adorable.
Clipped to it was a small note, written in delicate handwriting:
To my lifesaver, Miss Fu Siyi.
May all good things come to you.
Below that was a smaller line:
Sorry… your Christmas gift is one day late.
Fu Siyi sat down on the edge of the bed, holding the stocking and examining it closely—completely unaware that her lips were slowly curving into a smile.
The arc of her smile mirrored the one stitched on the stocking.
She gave the sock a gentle squeeze—soft and plush. Something was inside, and it carried a strange but pleasant floral scent.
Unfastening the stitched button, she turned the sock upside down. Orange-yellow petals fluttered down from the opening.
She knew most of the rare flowers planted around the villa, but this long, finger-like blossom was unfamiliar.
She mused to herself: Fanzhen isn’t allowed to go out. Where did these flowers come from?
The more she thought about it, the further her thoughts drifted.
She hadn’t been sleeping well lately. Maybe the fragrance had some calming effect, because a heavy drowsiness gradually crept over her.
Before long, she had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep.