The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 60
Chapter 60
Fu Siyi noticed her subtle expressions and movements and tentatively asked, “Did your mom really take Fan Zhen’s residence permit?”
Fu Siyi gave a muffled “Mm” in response.
Cen Wan lowered her voice. “Does Fu Weirong already know about you and Fan Zhen?”
Although Fu Siyi was furious, her mind was crystal clear. “If she knew, she wouldn’t have had Assistant Sheng call me. She’d have come straight home to interrogate me.”
“Those old men on the board don’t listen to her anymore either. She’s probably desperate—can’t find anything to use against me—so she’s meddling in even these petty things.” Fu Siyi gave a self-deprecating laugh. “But this time, she hit the mark by accident. When it comes to my sister, nothing is a small matter.”
Cen Wan’s tone suddenly grew anxious. “Siyi, don’t go head-to-head with your mom. Taking Fan Zhen’s residence permit is just her way of forcing you to come to her and accept her conditions. Don’t escalate this—it won’t be good for Fan Zhen.”
Of course Fu Siyi knew: to protect Fan Zhen, she had to stay low-key. But how could she ignore anything that involved Fan Zhen? She couldn’t stand seeing her sister suffer even a little.
“I’ll go talk to her.”
“I’ll go talk to her.”
Fu Siyi and Cen Wan spoke at the same time.
Fu Siyi was stunned, her throat tightening.
Cen Wan had been back in the country for a while and had never taken the initiative to see Fu Weirong. Fu Siyi didn’t want her to abandon her pride and lower herself repeatedly just because of her.
“Wan-yi…” Fu Siyi frowned and looked at Cen Wan through a faint shimmer of light. “I’ll resubmit the application. As long as all the documents are in order, we’ll get the permit eventually.”
“Wan-yi, you don’t have to—”
“I’m doing it for myself.”
Cen Wan cut her off with a shallow smile. “You know my style. When someone crosses me, I always strike back harder.”
“I’ve never been provoked like this by an Omega… This grudge—I have to settle it.”
She pulled a lipstick out of her purse and touched up her bold red lips in the mirror. The fearless, untamable Cen Wan was back.
Her fox-like eyes tilted flirtatiously upward. “Sheng Rou thinks she can rise to the top just because she managed to wait me out? Anything I’ve discarded—no one else gets to touch.”
Seeing Fu Siyi’s odd expression, Cen Wan self-consciously tucked her hair behind her ear and explained—somewhat unconvincingly—“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m only going to your mom to get revenge. I’ll pretend to make up with her, get her infatuated with me again, then dump her.”
Fu Siyi: ???
Isn’t the best way to get revenge showing off your happiness with someone who truly loves you? Or ignoring your ex completely and living your best life?
Who gets revenge the way Wan-yi’s describing?
What if she falls for her again? Wouldn’t that be a total loss?
But seeing Cen Wan’s fired-up expression, Fu Siyi knew she’d pull it off.
In Wan-yi’s world, there’s no such thing as “impossible.”
If she wants something, she’ll get it—no matter how hard.
If she doesn’t want it, she won’t even look at it, no matter how good it is.
Cen Wan used to come to this exclusive private club in the western suburbs with Fu Weirong. The location was remote and only open to members—getting in without one was harder than climbing to heaven.
The club’s owner was a close friend of Fu Weirong’s. Ever since entering politics, Fu Weirong had avoided entertainment venues, wary of reporters catching something scandalous. But people still needed to unwind. Whenever the pressure became unbearable, she’d come here for a quiet drink.
Cen Wan knew the owner, and of course had her own membership card.
She arrived before five and waited patiently. Just when her patience wore thin, she heard the click of high heels on the floor.
The sound of a woman’s heels was sharp and clear. Standing in the lounge area near reception, Cen Wan looked up and saw a woman in a black suit approaching, with an Alpha following behind her, emerging from the shadows.
Her dazzling features became clearer with every step, until her full image burned itself into Cen Wan’s retinas.
Her heart stopped beating in that moment.
She’d imagined this reunion a thousand times.
But now that it was really happening, she just wanted to run.
Cen Wan always thought she feared separation.
Turns out, she feared reunion just as much.
Just one look at Fu Weirong, and her chest ached. Even breathing became difficult.
She turned around in panic, her mind still blank, and got shoved toward the club’s entryway table by the security guards clearing a path. She stumbled and knocked over a potted plant.
The crash of ceramic shattering echoed sharply in the quiet club. The manager, hearing the noise through his earpiece, rushed out. When he saw Fu Weirong, he immediately bowed respectfully. “President Fu.”
Then he looked toward Cen Wan, who had fallen onto the table. “Miss, are you alright? Do you need a hospital?”
Cen Wan awkwardly brushed her hair to cover her flustered face. “I’m fine,” she said softly.
Already at the elevator, Fu Weirong froze when she heard the voice. She turned robotically, blinking in disbelief, thinking she must’ve imagined it. Holding her breath, she looked again.
Shock turned to wonder, then to uncontainable joy.
The Omega in the black suit standing beside Fu Weirong was her assistant, Sheng Rou. The moment she spotted Cen Wan, her smile froze. She instinctively stepped forward, blocking Fu Weirong’s line of sight, and barked at the guards, “Why weren’t you watching properly? Letting strangers get this close? Get her out, now!”
Before the guards could reach out, a cold voice snapped: “Don’t touch her.”
Cen Wan was only briefly stunned. Before she could react, Fu Weirong was already standing in front of her, staring intently, as if trying to see straight into her soul.
“Wanwan, you’re back… You’re really back?”
Cen Wan couldn’t handle the intensity of her gaze. Afraid her heart would start to waver, she looked away—only to meet Sheng Rou’s venomous glare.
Cen Wan had the kind of beauty that was dazzling and provocative. Her gaze usually drifted lazily over others, never lingering. But when challenged, her eyes would tilt with a haughty arrogance.
She lifted her eyes to meet Sheng Rou’s with a mocking look, then suddenly collapsed as if weak, strands of dark hair falling across her face. Her voice was languid, seductive: “President Fu… could I trouble you to help me up?”
Perhaps the separation had lasted too long, but Fu Weirong clearly couldn’t keep up with Cen Wan’s rhythm. It took her a moment to process what was happening. Then, in front of everyone, she gently helped Cen Wan to her feet.
Her eyes sparkled with joy. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“No,” Cen Wan said calmly, though the moment their skin touched, a flush of heat crept over her. She pulled her hand away without a trace, her expression instantly cooling.
Just as she debated her next move, Sheng Rou interjected stiffly, “Ma’am, you have an appointment with Mrs. Song.”
That was all it took to reignite Cen Wan’s fighting spirit. She smiled sweetly, her eyes gleaming with mischief and seduction as she looked up at Fu Weirong.
“President Fu, leaving so soon? We were old lovers, after all. Can’t even stay for a drink?”
Fu Weirong nodded at the club manager, who immediately came over. “President Fu, any instructions?”
“Please let Mrs. Song know something’s come up. I’ll reschedule,” she said calmly. “Also… the usual private suite on the third floor…”
The manager understood perfectly. “Of course, President Fu. We’ll send your drinks up shortly.”
Fu Weirong hummed in agreement, then turned to Cen Wan with a gentle voice. “Let’s go.”
Cen Wan tilted her head and, in front of Sheng Rou, leaned in and said coyly, “Cold.”
Fu Weirong removed her cashmere coat and draped it over Cen Wan’s shoulders, wrapping her in it and holding her close as they walked toward the elevator.
As the doors opened, Cen Wan turned back and raised an eyebrow at Sheng Rou like a smug little fox, so pleased with herself it made Sheng Rou’s face twist in fury.
Once inside the suite, Cen Wan shoved Fu Weirong away and tossed the coat back to her. Her tone was stiff. “Thanks.”
But Fu Weirong didn’t seem offended—if anything, she smiled indulgently. “Why are you already butting heads with Sheng Rou?”
Cen Wan’s tone turned sharp. “Why would I dare offend President Fu’s assistant?”
Fu Weirong had the same pair of peach blossom eyes as Fu Siyi—when they fixated on someone, their gaze was deep, gentle, and lethally captivating.
She looked at Cen Wan and suddenly smiled. “So… you used me to provoke her?”
Cen Wan didn’t deny it. She grinned unapologetically. “That’s right. I can’t stand her.”
Fu Weirong leaned in close, her upturned eyes laced with mischief. Her red lips were only inches from Cen Wan’s, their breaths mingling. “You think you can use me and then toss me away? Nothing in this world is that easy.”
Cen Wan, of course, recognized her intent to flirt.
Hmph! Trying to out-flirt me?
So be it. Cen Wan was never one to back down.
She immediately pulled out a thick stack of cash from her purse. Under Fu Weirong’s burning gaze, she strutted forward with seductive elegance.
Then, waving the bills in front of her face, brushing past her nose, her lips, and then slowly trailing down, she slipped them into Fu Weirong’s V-neck sweater. Her lips curled into a faint smile. “For your emotional damages. Is it enough?”
Fu Weirong glanced down at the bulge in her chest and chuckled, even more amused. She reached out and pulled Cen Wan into her arms. “Not enough…”
Cen Wan looked up at Fu Weirong’s stunning face, her mind drifting.
Who would’ve thought that such a beautiful face, like a worldly rose in full bloom, would hide such a tragic past?
Back then, she had fallen in love with Fu Weirong likely because of that contrast.
Someone who clawed her way out of the mud to reach the top, yet still carried deep-seated shadows and insecurity — it drew Cen Wan in, made her want to heal her.
Cen Wan was never shy. As far as she was concerned, after all the times they’d shared a bed, intimacy was natural.
But they were broken up now. Even if her body still remembered Fu Weirong, her heart would not allow her to get entangled again.
She pushed Fu Weirong away coldly, a mocking smile tugging at her lips. “President Fu, if I opened this door and shouted right now, the news about you sexually harassing an Omega would be all over tomorrow’s front page. With the election coming, aren’t you worried about your political career?”
Fu Weirong’s gaze dimmed as she looked at her, her voice trembling. “Wanwan, do you have to hurt me like this to feel satisfied?”
Cen Wan’s tone was icy: “I didn’t come all the way here to reminisce. I have something I need you to do.”
Fu Weirong was stabbed by her words, her heart sinking lower. Her voice dropped. “What is it? Just say it. I’ll do it.”
Cen Wan looked her straight in the eye, catching every flicker of emotion. “I want you to marry me. Will you?”
Fu Weirong froze slightly, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
That tiny hesitation was all Cen Wan needed.
The Cen family wasn’t powerful enough to shake a nation, but they were still a notable household. She had followed Fu Weirong for years without a title, dragging her parents into years of humiliation and gossip.
Back then, she was young, foolish, and lovesick, believing that love could conquer all. But now, older and wiser, she better understood her parents’ love and frustration.
She couldn’t keep disgracing the Cen family.
Cen Wan chuckled, seemingly indifferent: “Fu Weirong, I was just joking. Don’t take it seriously. Even if you came with a grand wedding procession now, I wouldn’t go with you.”
Fu Weirong’s lips trembled. “Wanwan, I…”
Cen Wan stood tall, expressionless as she cut her off: “I’m living with Xiao Yi now. There’s a maid at the Fu estate I liked, so I asked Xiao Yi to help with her residency permit. Did you withhold her documents?”
“Documents? What documents?” Fu Weirong looked confused. “Why would I withhold a maid’s documents?”
Now it was Cen Wan’s turn to be stunned. “You didn’t know?”
She studied Fu Weirong carefully and, seeing that she didn’t seem to be lying, realized something. “President Fu, your subordinates are using your name to do whatever they want, and you’re letting them?”
Fu Weirong was silent for a moment. “You’re talking about Sheng Rou?”
Cen Wan didn’t answer, but her look was pointed.
Meeting her gaze, Fu Weirong explained gently, “Not long ago, Xia Chenxiao called me. She said Xiao Yi had a falling out with her daughter and asked me to mediate. But Xiao Yi was firm about cutting ties with Xia Yicheng…
“She’s grown up now and can make her own decisions. I can’t control her anymore. Last week, I had dinner with Mr. Shen and we talked about Xiao Yi applying for residency. Sheng Rou probably overheard and decided to use it to control Xiao Yi…”
Cen Wan was shaking with anger. “Control? Fu Weirong, how can you say that so casually? Xiao Yi is your biological daughter. And you’re using the same tactics on her as you use on your political opponents? Even animals don’t hurt their young — you’re worse than a beast.”
Fu Weirong trembled as she reached for Cen Wan’s hand. “I really didn’t know. If I had, I never would’ve let Sheng Rou do that…”
Cen Wan pulled her hand away, tears glistening in her eyes. “I raised Xiao Yi myself. I poured my heart into her. You know that. I’ve long seen her as my own daughter. If you touch her, I will fight you with everything I’ve got.”
“I would never hurt her,” Fu Weirong said hoarsely, her heart aching. She leaned in to hug her. “I’ll punish Sheng Rou. Don’t cry… or tell me what you want. Should I fire Sheng Rou?”
She gently wiped away Cen Wan’s tears, her voice soft with compromise. “If Sheng Rou leaves… will you come back and help me?”
Cen Wan looked at her coldly and pushed her away. “All I care about is making money. I have no interest in backstabbing, scheming, or power games. Sheng Rou is your type. She suits you better.”
“Is that… really how you feel?” Fu Weirong lowered her eyes, her hand falling to her side.
“Fu Weirong, I told you before I left for Italy — I don’t want anything more to do with you. From now on, we go our separate ways. We owe each other nothing.”
Cen Wan’s voice was calm, but her tone was ice-cold. “Tomorrow I’ll send Ah Zhong to collect the documents. I have something else to take care of. Goodbye.”
As they passed each other, Fu Weirong grabbed her wrist.
“Wanwan, I searched for you for five years… I won’t let you go again. As soon as the election is over, we’ll get married. Okay?”
Cen Wan twisted her wrist free and looked her dead in the eyes. “Fu Weirong, is power really that important to you?”
Fu Weirong bowed her head and said nothing.
Cen Wan turned away, disappointed. “No one will wait for you forever.”
She sniffled, her voice damp with emotion. “Miss it once, and it’s gone.”
She smiled and walked out of the VIP room, her back as proud and stubborn as a rose clinging to a cliff.
…
Meanwhile, outside the elevator…
Sheng Rou and a few bodyguards were waiting. The moment they saw Cen Wan step out, her expression sour, Sheng Rou couldn’t hide her glee.
So she didn’t stay to rekindle old flames with Fu Weirong. From the look on her face, they’d argued badly.
Sheng Rou was quietly overjoyed. But when she knocked and entered the VIP room, she found Fu Weirong standing in the shadows, her face cold as ice.
She approached carefully. “Madam…”
“Tomorrow, return the withheld documents to Ah Zhong,” Fu Weirong said. Her voice was flat — but those who knew her well recognized it as the calm before a storm.
Sheng Rou had been with her for many years and could tell.
Still, her suspicion grew, and she mustered the courage to ask, “Madam, don’t you find it strange? A lowly Beta maid, yet Miss went to Director Shen personally for her? And Miss Cen… she’s been back for two months already. Why would she come now, of all times…”
Fu Weirong’s attention snapped to something else. “What? Wanwan’s been back for two months? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Sheng Rou’s heart skipped a beat. She forced a calm voice. “I… I thought you knew…”
Fu Weirong didn’t press further. Her tone regained its iciness. “It’s just a maid. If Wanwan wants her, let her keep her… Also, after the election, you’re transferring to a branch office.”
Sheng Rou looked at her in disbelief, eyes bloodshot beneath drooping lids. “Madam, I’ve served you for over ten years…”
Fu Weirong cut her off without emotion. “I won’t change my mind. Go.”
Sheng Rou left the club in a daze. On the stairs, her steps faltered and she nearly fell — until someone grabbed her from behind.
Startled, she turned to see Xia Chenxiao’s exquisitely made-up face.