The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 50
Chapter 50
Xia Yicheng’s composure completely unraveled. Her features twisted in rage as she spat, “You tell me to get lost? After all the kindness I showed you? I stayed up all night caring for you after you fell in the lake, defying all guests! I barely slept myself…”
Fu Siyi’s lips curved in a derisive sneer. “Is that so? Since you ‘cared’ all night, tell me—when did you take my temperature? When did you give me medicine? And what was in it?”
Only Fanzhen had tended to Fu Siyi. Xia had no idea what she’d been given. Caught red-handed, Xia Yicheng stammered, “Maybe I overslept too, but I was there all night! I’ve never cared about anyone like I did for you. Everybody knows I like you—but you treat me like this? Do you even have a heart, Fu Siyi?”
Fu Siyi glanced over at Fanzhen. She lowered her head, eyelashes heavy with tears—her sight stabbed at Fu Siyi like a needle.
Fanzhen had endured so much because of her. Fu Siyi had vowed to protect her sister… yet left her alone to deal with it all.
Fighting back the urge to pull her close, Fu Siyi held herself back. She knew any sign of unity with Fanzhen would only fuel Xia’s jealousy.
Over the years, any Omega who got too close to her had been driven out by Xia Yicheng’s schemes, forced to leave the city. One fiery Omega had even jumped from the dormitory to escape Xia’s torment—survived but paralyzed. The Xia family’s power was immense, and their Alpha matriarch always covered for them. Xia Yicheng grew more ruthless with every protected mistake.
It wasn’t power she feared—it was for Fanzhen’s safety. Xia Yicheng could do anything when unhinged. She would never let her near Fanzhen again.
Fu Siyi moved forward, her stare as sharp as an ice blade. “You like me? Absurd.”
Step by step, she closed the distance, forcing Xia to retreat. “If you liked me, you wouldn’t have tried poisoning me.”
“What?!” Xia Yicheng stuttered.
Fu Siyi continued, steely calm. “You pushed me into the lake. You nearly drowned me.”
“It wasn’t me!” Xia shouted, ashen. “Sun Yiqing pushed me! Everyone saw!”
“You’re accusing me? Xia Yicheng—you lie about what you don’t dare admit.” Fu Siyi’s voice was as sharp as razors. “You bribed Sun Yiqing to push me.”
Only Xia and Shen Tian knew that secret, and now Fu Siyi did too. She asked, icy: “Did you talk to Shen Tian? Did she tell you?”
Fu Siyi was strategic—she would divert this fire onto Shen Tian. She confirmed coolly, “So what if Shen revealed it? You plotted from the start. Shen was only threatened by you. She’s actually innocent.”
Xia screamed, “Innocent? Fu Siyi, Shen deceived you! The whole thing was her idea! That wretched traitor!”
“Don’t you dare speak of her like that!” Fu Siyi declaimed, feigning defense. “Shen was merely too kind—played right into your hands. She lost her job, trauma-ridden. Xia Yicheng, how dare you compare yourself?”
Fu Siyi spotted the sugar water in the porcelain bowl—half-drunk and still warm. A sudden chill flashed behind her eyes. Xia’s earlier arrogance wilted under that glare.
She spoke slowly, deliberately: “You drank the sweet soup I made?”
Xia’s face drained. “I—It’s just sweet soup. Why are you this furious? I—I can compensate you.”
Compensate? Fu Siyi’s voice dropped coldly: “Compensate… with what?”
Her gaze swept past Fanzhen and returned to Xia. “I made that for her. How do you pay for that?”
She did not name Shen, but Xia naturally assumed that was her target.
Xia trembled. “You made it for Shen? Fu Siyi—do you like Shen?”
Fu Siyi neither confirmed nor denied. She lifted the bowl—the very one Xia had touched—and walked to the trash, pouring the contents in front of all the staff.
Everyone gasped.
Xia’s face went white. She noticed Xiaoju smirking in the corner, feeling like a clown.
Xia had never been so humiliated in public. She broke, screaming, “Fu Siyi—what do you mean by this? You idiot, blind dumb pig! Shen deceived you—she meant to harm me.”
Fu Siyi turned away, refusing to look. “Xia Yicheng, don’t whine here. I never want to see you again.”
Xia collapsed in tears. She self-humiliated, begging, “Siyi… don’t believe Shen. She plotted you… I love you more than she does…”
Fu Siyi sidestepped her pleas. “Xia Yicheng—please never show yourself in Fu’s home again.”
Xia’s body shook with despair—this was the end.
She pleaded for mercy, “Please—I can change…”
Fu Siyi spoke only once more: “Ying, show her out.”
She was dragged away screaming, leaving a shocked silence.
Fu Siyi stared at Chen E. Chen trembled. For fifteen years she had served the Fu old matriarch, comfortable in her position. Now fear gripped her.
Fu Siyi asked slowly: “Tell me—what surname does this house belong to?”
Chen stuttered out: “Fu… is Fu.”
“And you worked for others instead?” Fu Siyi’s tone mocked yet suffocating. “Tell me—didn’t you call Ms. Fang last month to claim I punished Fanzhen? She paid you 20k and a ring?”
“And this month you called again, said Fanzhen got a new phone. She promised you 50k when she got the number.”
“Does that ring a bell?”
Chee stammered, sweating. She tried justifying as “well-intentioned,” but Fu Siyi stopped her cold: “So you enjoy schemes. But you also spin their webs.”
Fu Siyi turned to manager Ying: “Ying, escort her out. Finalize her pay.”
Chen collapsed at Fu Siyi’s feet. Promised to never speak of Fanzhen again.
Fu Siyi smirked: “Be grateful you only lose your job. Otherwise, I’d tell my father you’re no relation to the Fu’s—you’d be dispensable.”
She returned to face Ying: “Remind everyone: Xia Yicheng is never to set foot here again. Anyone who lets her in—consider them expelled!”
Ying nodded.
Fu Siyi looked at Xia Yicheng one last time: “Fu’s home doesn’t welcome you. Manager Ying—see her out.”
Xia begged again—heartbroken and defeated. Ying escorted her out amid her laments.
An uneasy calm fell. Fu Siyi walked back to Chen E, who cowered. For first time, she felt Fu Siyi’s fearsome power.
Fu Siyi told her: “What’s the surname of this household’s owners?”
“Fu…”
Fu smirked. “Right. Then why were you always speaking for others?”
As Chen E stuttered, Fu Siyi recounted her betrayals—calls to Ms. Fang, whispers about Fanzhen.
Manager Ying was called over and Fu’s rules were reinforced loudly.
The kitchen hushed. Only Fanzhen and Fu Siyi remained, looking across the divide between them.
Fanzhen’s heart overflowed—being loved, noticed, fiercely protected. She could hardly hold herself together.
Tears fell. She had been given someone capable of shielding her.
Fu Siyi’s eyes softened, and she turned gentle—again her syrupy, clingy self.
She walked over and gently tucked Fanzhen’s tears behind her ear. “Sister, don’t cry.”
Her voice was soft and warm. “I’ll make your favorite sweets again—and this time, no one will steal them.”
Fu Siyi rolled up her sleeves to peel fruit, a little clumsy but focused. She gave Fanzhen a sweet, demure smile.
Fanzhen swallowed hard—her throat a mix of sweetness and ache. She tried to remain strong, but…
Fu Siyi’s actions shattered her defenses.
Fanzhen ran and wrapped her arms around Fu Siyi from behind, burying her face in her back.
Fu Siyi laid down the knife, careful not to hurt her.
After a while, she pulled Fanzhen around into a hug, placing a small piece of pear into Fanzhen’s mouth. “Wait for me dear sister—this is nearly ready.”
Fanzhen chewed slowly, sweet juice coating her throat. She pressed closer, comforted in this intimate superposition.
“Why do you think so much of me—why not think for yourself too?”
Fu Siyi tilted her head softly: “For what?”
Fanzhen choked back tears: “You pretended you liked Shen so Xia would target her… then got rid of Xia… Was that to protect me?”
Fu Siyi hugged her tighter. She didn’t need to answer—Fanzhen already understood. She rubbed at Fanzhen’s back comfortingly.
“I have a reason for every step I take. Protecting mother, protecting us… I can’t bear it when you get hurt.”
Fanzhen sniffled: “But mother still needs Xia’s power…”
Fu Siyi smiled gently: “Only family and love matter. Everyone else—it’s transactional. And sometimes very dangerous.”
She pressed her lips against Fanzhen’s hair. “Rest assured. I’ve planned ahead. This… this is for both of us.”
“And remember,” she added playfully, “if trouble ever happens again—don’t hold back. You let me handle it.”
Fanzhen laughed softly. That bold, domineering Alpha demeanor—how she craved it.
“It’s nice having someone who’s got your back,” she whispered, nestled against Fu Siyi.
That moment—Fanzhen felt she no longer needed to build walls. She had found a home.
Fu Siyi looked down at her, voice calm: “Sister, taste my cooking later.”
Fanzhen teased: “Your cooking, huh? Even burned yourself and didn’t treat it.”
Fu pretended: “Alpha faults can bend even in simple cooking.”
They moved toward the prep table—but Fanzhen grabbed her, kissed her, tail-end kiss like soft candy.
Fu Siyi lifted her to push them inside her bedroom, the door closing with a solid thud.
Fu Siyi pressed her against the door, deep into the kiss…and their world flickered back to just the two of them.