The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 54
Chapter 54
The continuous heavy snow finally stopped, and the sunlight shone brightly on the snow-covered ground. In the garden, silver icicles hung from the branches, glinting against the red lanterns, creating an unparalleled beautiful scene.
Fu Siyi’s birthday banquet dissipated the gloom brought by the Shen Tian incident. The entire Fu residence was bustling and lively early in the morning, and everyone’s faces beamed with joyful smiles.
Fan Zhen woke up before five o’clock. To make Fu Siyi happy, she specially put on the new dress Fu Siyi had given her. It was a moon-white, slim-fitting long dress; perhaps due to the little one’s selfish intentions, very little skin was exposed, but the cinched waist design still showcased her delicate figure perfectly.
She styled her long hair into a bun, letting two thin, curly strands fall to chin level. A pearl camellia flower was tucked into the side of her bun, exuding a pure yet charming elegance, refined and utterly enchanting.
Looking at her refined and alluring reflection in the mirror, Fan Zhen still felt something was missing. She sat down at the dressing table and unsealed the new makeup.
Fan Zhen had been barefaced for the past few months since coming to the Fu residence and hadn’t worn makeup in a long time. Her hand felt a bit clumsy when applying eyeliner, but she soon regained her touch, giving herself a clear and natural look.
As soon as she stepped out of the bedroom, Xiao Ju grabbed her and spun her around several times, clicking her tongue in admiration: “Wow, wow, wow, Fan Zhen, are you really human?”
Fan Zhen blinked in confusion: “If I’m not human, what am I?”
“How can a human be this beautiful?” Xiao Ju hooked onto her arm and rubbed against her continuously: “You’re already so beautiful normally, but when you dress up, you look like a fairy! I don’t care, let me rub off some of that fairy aura so I can become prettier too.”
Fan Zhen smiled softly, letting Xiao Ju rub against her. After a while, Xiao Ju remembered her purpose and hurriedly pulled out a newspaper folded like tofu from her pocket, handing it to Fan Zhen: “Here, today’s newspaper, I got it for you, as thanks for your fruit candies.”
“Thank you.”
Fan Zhen eagerly unfolded the crumpled newspaper. The bold headline across the front page immediately caught her eye.
“Sister and Sister Vie for Inheritance, Yuan Kingdom’s Jiang Conglomerate Changes Hands, Second Miss Jiang Mingxiao Becomes New Head”
Fan Zhen’s pupils widened in shock. She read every word of the report to the very end, and an indescribable, strange feeling surged in her heart.
The Jiang family was a well-known prominent family in Yuan Kingdom. In terms of succession, they strictly adhered to the “eldest child inheritance system,” and the group had always been managed by Mingxiao’s elder sister, Mingzhu.
Jiang Mingxiao, on the other hand, was content with an easy life, clocking in at the branch office daily and commuting like any ordinary employee.
But how did she suddenly take over power and send her sister Mingzhu to a rehabilitation hospital?
What exactly happened?
The last line of the article read: “Jiang Mingxiao took over the group for one month and swallowed three subsidiaries under the Song family, forcing Song Lan to initiate peace talks with her.”
Currently, the two groups have reached a new round of cooperation plans, sharing a win-win situation.
Fan Zhen clutched the newspaper tightly, looking at the fine snowflakes that had started falling again outside, her brows slowly freezing into icicles.
Before eloping, Jiang Mingxiao had sworn that she would persuade her father within three months to annul her engagement with Song Lan.
In truth, Fan Zhen didn’t hold much hope. Mingxiao wasn’t the head of the family, and the Jiang family would certainly not antagonize Song Lan for the sake of an outsider like her.
But she never imagined that Jiang Mingxiao would seize power to deal with Song Lan.
The newspaper stated that the two families had reached an agreement. Did this also include the cancellation of her engagement with Song Lan?
Fan Zhen didn’t know, but she always had a strange feeling, like being entangled by an inconspicuous vine, making it difficult to breathe.
Xiao Ju saw her distracted and waved a hand in front of her eyes: “Fan Zhen, what’s wrong?”
“Ah? Nothing.” Fan Zhen snapped back to reality, shaking off the jumbled thoughts in her head, and forced a smile: “Let’s go downstairs.”
Fan Zhen went downstairs and joined everyone in decorating the front hall. In previous years, Fu Siyi’s birthday celebration always included inviting classmates, friends, and colleagues, and this year was no exception. To make it unique, she moved the red roses from the flower room to the front hall, arranging them into heart shapes of various sizes, creating a romantic and warm atmosphere.
After decorating the front hall, she carried an exquisite gift box into Fu Siyi’s bedroom.
The little beast was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, her lips unconsciously curved upwards, as if having a sweet dream.
Fan Zhen’s apricot eyes softened with a warm glow. She leaned in slightly and stole a kiss on Fu Siyi’s lips.
The little beast’s long eyelashes fluttered. She intimately pulled Fan Zhen’s body close to hers, and her kiss naturally fell on Fan Zhen’s slightly parted red lips, fiercely kissing her back.
“You were pretending to sleep… mmm…”
Fu Siyi cupped Fan Zhen’s face with her hand, her lips and tongue delving in repeatedly, only breaking apart when Fan Zhen’s eyes became unfocused.
Fu Siyi pulled back, surprised to find Fan Zhen wearing makeup. Her red lips were slightly smudged from the kiss, giving her a delicate, broken look, and the upturned eyeliner made her appear captivatingly alluring.
Fu Siyi’s eyes couldn’t move: “…Sister, you are so, so beautiful…”
Fan Zhen tilted her chin up, gazing into those peach blossom eyes filled with love.
Fan Zhen knew that her appearance was very different with and without makeup. Although it was light makeup, upon closer inspection, one could still see traces of Huo Shuixian. She had already prepared her explanation for Fu Siyi’s questions, but this little beast just stared at her like a lovesick fool, with no other reaction.
Fan Zhen turned away, her face flushed red, and whispered softly: “You, don’t look anymore.”
Fu Siyi’s eyelids suddenly lowered, her tone quite displeased: “Didn’t Sister dress up for me?”
Halfway through, her tone changed, a hint of grievance and sourness: “I know… Song Xian will be here today… Sister wants her to see…”
“We said we wouldn’t mention her.” Fan Zhen playfully rolled her eyes at Fu Siyi, then buried her face in her neck, muttering shyly: “You said last time… a few classmates already know about our relationship, and Assistant Jiang, Secretary Su also know… They’re all coming to your birthday party today, so I wanted to dress up nicely to bring you honor…”
Fan Zhen was too embarrassed to continue. Such childish behavior, she wouldn’t even have thought about it before, let alone done it.
She hugged Fu Siyi’s slender waist tightly, completely burying her face, wriggling in her arms like a caterpillar: “I don’t… I don’t want to tell you anymore… so embarrassing… I, I’m going to wash it off…”
“Don’t wash it, I like it…” Fu Siyi held her tightly, her chest rumbling with suppressed laughter, her lips almost reaching her ears: “Sister, how can you be so cute?”
There was no Omega in this world cuter than her Sister.
Fan Zhen leaned in her arms for a long time. When the blush on her cheeks faded, she slowly poked her head out, her lips gently gliding over Fu Siyi’s neck, moving to her jaw.
“Zai Zai, happy birthday.” Fan Zhen said, her lips against Fu Siyi’s, their noses brushing, gazing into each other’s eyes.
She sat up and handed Fu Siyi the exquisite gift box.
Fu Siyi was startled, and asked curiously: “What is this?”
Fan Zhen curved her lips into a faint smile: “A birthday gift.”
Fu Siyi’s eyes twinkled. While muttering “You don’t need to give me gifts,” she eagerly tore open the gift box.
“…This!” Fu Siyi’s eyes widened in surprise, her pupils in earthquake mode.
Inside was a set of handmade ruqun (traditional Chinese clothing): a pale purple to white top, a matching skirt adorned with scattered flowers, and two orchids embroidered on the cuffs.
Fu Siyi stroked it lovingly: “Sister, did you make this?”
Fan Zhen took out the dress, smiling gently: “Mm, the fabric for that brand is so hard to buy, even the offline counters require reservations. I set an alarm to wake up in the early hours to snatch it, and I finally got my hands on a piece.”
“After buying the fabric, I found it so difficult. At first, I couldn’t even trim the edges, so I pestered Sister Huan to teach me…”
She shook out the top and helped Fu Siyi put it on: “Sister Huan thought it was for Miss Fang and said the skirt was too long. Later, when there was no other way, I said… it was for you. Sister Huan must have guessed something… now, as soon as she sees me working, she snatches it away and won’t let me touch anything, just makes me sit and chat with her…”
Fu Siyi let Fan Zhen dress her in the intricate ruqun, her eyes following Fan Zhen’s fingers: “What do you two talk about?”
“Sister Huan said you’ve been kind to her family, and whoever treats you badly, she’ll fight them to the death.” Fan Zhen wound the ties on both sides of the skirt, their bodies fitting snugly together. She smiled as she looked at Fu Siyi: “I won’t…”
When Fan Zhen met her gaze, she couldn’t help but be drawn in by Fu Siyi’s clear, deep eyes, and her emotions also sank.
She said: “I wouldn’t dare provoke you in the future.”
Fu Siyi thought Fan Zhen was about to say something emotional, but then she came out with that line. Immediately, she hooked Fan Zhen’s waist and nipped her lips: “If you don’t provoke me, then I’ll provoke you.”
Fan Zhen weakly pushed her: “Stop kissing, Granny and the others are downstairs waiting for you.”
Fu Siyi regained her serious demeanor, lifted the hem of the skirt, and twirled in front of Fan Zhen, her eyelashes curving: “Does it look good?”
Fan Zhen nodded, her eyes twinkling with stars. She opened her arms and hugged Fu Siyi proactively, cooing: “You’re captivating me to death.”
How could Fu Siyi resist her Sister’s love attacks? She cupped Fan Zhen’s head and kissed her, her voice hoarse: “No one has ever made clothes for me, Sister. Thank you, I love this gift so much.”
Fan Zhen’s heart ached. She gently stroked Fu Siyi’s back with her palm: “That day, I saw Miss Fang wearing a handmade ruqun, and I thought… I want to make one for you too. But this kind of dress is too intricate, and I’d never made one before… The time was also very short, so it’s not as good as her mommy’s.”
“Sister’s is better, the colors are pretty, and the size is just right. I love it so much.” Fu Siyi seemed to think of something and laughed delightfully, unable to stop: “When Song Xian sees my dress later, she’ll definitely be envious and jealous.”
Fan Zhen playfully hit her twice: “What’s there to show off about?”
“She’s always showing off to me!” Fu Siyi said proudly: “Her dress was made by her mommy, mine was made by my wife, hmph! It’ll infuriate her.”
Fan Zhen was almost exasperated by her childish behavior, then suddenly felt so much pity and fondness for her.
She hugged Fu Siyi tightly, rubbing against her in her arms: “Zai Zai, I saw many embroidered patterns on the ruqun in the catalog. Unfortunately, I’ve just started learning, so I can only embroider simple orchids. But I promise, the dress you wear next year will definitely be even prettier than hers.”
Fu Siyi shook her head: “No, I don’t want you to work so hard.”
Fan Zhen looked up, her eyes soft and lingering: “As long as you like it, I’m willing to do anything for you.”
A wave of sweetness and warmth surged in Fu Siyi’s heart. She felt like she was melting from her Sister’s gentleness.
She hadn’t… felt this cherished in a very, very long time.
How could Sister be so wonderful?
She almost possessed all the virtues of a woman: dignified, gentle, beautiful, virtuous, and very charming.
Fu Siyi embraced Fan Zhen’s soft, slender waist, burying her face in Fan Zhen’s fragrant neck: “Sister, I love the clothes you made so much, I’ll treasure them carefully.”
Fan Zhen’s nose tingled, touched by Fu Siyi’s pitiable tone: “Silly, clothes turn yellow when they get old.”
“But the owner of the clothes will never change.” Fu Siyi and Fan Zhen pressed their foreheads together, saying in a low, firm voice: “I will always love you, and my heart will never change.”
Fan Zhen rubbed her forehead against Fu Siyi’s, sweetly responding: “Me too.”
They exchanged smiles, their eyes overflowing with identical joy.
After indulging in their affections for a while, they went downstairs. Ying Gu and the maids were waiting in the main hall.
“Miss, your old servant wishes you a long life and everlasting joy.” Ying Gu bowed deeply, performing a standard formal greeting, her gaze moving back and forth between the young couple, smiling narrowly: “Miss, I wish you success in both love and career.”
“Thank you, Granny.” Fu Siyi turned her head and quietly asked Fan Zhen: “Can I give them red envelopes?”
Feeling eyes from all directions, Fan Zhen’s cheeks immediately flushed: “You can give them, but I’ve heard old people say that if you’re not married, you shouldn’t use red envelopes; just say it’s candy money.”
Fu Siyi nodded obediently, pulled out a few banknotes from her pocket, and handed them to Ying Gu, smiling faintly: “Granny, this is for you to buy candies.”
Ying Gu accepted them with a smile and said a few more auspicious words. The maids standing behind her crowded forward to congratulate Fu Siyi.
Fu Siyi gave them all candy money, then took Fan Zhen’s hand and walked towards the dining room. Their posture was intimate. Fan Zhen realized it was inappropriate and tried several times to pull her hand away, but ultimately couldn’t bring herself to.
Xiao Ju’s sharp eyes caught their clasped hands, and her pupils widened in surprise: “M-Miss… why is she holding Fan Zhen’s hand?”
Sister Huan had a knowing look, smiling happily: “Fan Zhen is going to be our young madam.”
“Fan Zhen? But she… isn’t she a Beta? And she’s from the countryside…” Xiao Ju received a warning glance from Sister Huan and quickly covered her mouth, squeezing out a silly smile: “I didn’t mean that…”
Sister Huan put away her stern expression, replaced it with a smile, and spoke sincerely: “I really hope Fan Zhen can be our young madam. She’s kind-hearted, gentle, and sensible. If she becomes young madam, she definitely won’t treat us servants badly. More importantly, Miss was always unhappy with those other young ladies, but she’s very happy when she sees Fan Zhen.”
“I used to be most afraid of Miss being cooped up in her room without speaking, but now we often hear her laughter, and we’re happy too.”
“And, don’t you think Miss is looking more and more beautiful?” Sister Huan’s smiling gaze swept over everyone’s faces: “Miss used to be too thin, she looks better with a little more weight. When she’s happy, her complexion also improves. Miss looks more beautiful the more you look at her. All of this is thanks to Fan Zhen; she’s the one who made Miss change and become better.”
“Miss is sincere about Fan Zhen. She can’t be without Fan Zhen, otherwise she’ll revert to her old self, or even worse than before. That’s why I hope Fan Zhen can be our young madam.”
A questioning voice arose from the crowd: “Fan Zhen is very good, but her background and status…”
Sister Huan frowned uncomfortably: “Aside from not being born into a wealthy family, in what way is Fan Zhen inferior to those other young ladies? She’s already prettier than them without makeup. You all saw how beautiful Fan Zhen was today; she just dressed up casually, and she’s countless times better than them. I think Fan Zhen is perfect; she completely deserves Miss.”
Chef Huang stepped forward: “That’s right, Fan Zhen is a good child, kind-hearted and polite. If she can be our young madam, I’d be very happy too.”
Xiao Ju, who had been skeptical, suddenly interjected: “I don’t care who becomes the young madam, as long as Miss is happy, I’m happy. Miss is the old madam’s only granddaughter, and I will never forget the old madam’s kindness to our family… No matter where she comes from, as long as Miss likes her, we will be loyal to the young madam.”
“Exactly, Xiao Ju is right. If we got someone like Xia Yicheng or Shen Tian to be the young madam, I’d rather have Fan Zhen. What’s so good about those young ladies? They only put on airs, and besides, Miss doesn’t even like them.”
Ying Gu listened to everyone eagerly listing Fan Zhen’s good qualities, revealing a comforting smile, her expression even more amiable than usual.
She clapped her hands, and the corridor immediately fell silent, all eyes focusing on her face.
Ying Gu lightly cleared her throat: “Since everyone likes Fan Zhen so much, then from now on, you must be respectful to her… Fan Zhen is our future mistress, you know.”