The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 61

Chapter 61

After returning from the clubhouse, Cen Wan had been gloomy. The next day, she didn’t even leave her room. It wasn’t until dinner when Fu Siyi knocked a few times at her door that she finally came out, sat at the table, and mechanically took a few bites before leaving.

She quietly slipped into the garden and sat inside the glass-walled conservatory, gazing up at the stars. The dim light above stretched her shadow out long, making her look lonely and forlorn.

Ying Gu tapped on the glass with a knuckle, walked in, and sat beside her, speaking in a slightly excited tone:
“Cen Wan, Lao Zhong just brought back Fan Zhen’s residency permit. Only you could’ve gotten Madam to agree—otherwise…”

She paused mid-sentence, noticing how Cen Wan hung her head low, looking dispirited. Concerned, she asked,
“Are you okay?”

Cen Wan forced out a stiff smile and shook her head.

The two sat in silence for a while.

Ying Gu, tongue-tied but trying to lighten the mood, asked,
“So… when you met Madam, did she say when she’d be coming home? I’d like to prepare ahead.”

“Housekeeper Ying, it’s over between her and me.” Cen Wan’s head was bowed low, as if not wanting anyone to see her vulnerable side. “I’m so tired. I don’t want to keep going… Once things are settled with Siyi and Fan Zhen, I’ll go back to Italy.”

Ying Gu froze for a moment, then forced a smile, her tone deliberately annoyed:
“Finally! I’ve been waiting for you to leave. One less mouth to feed around here saves us a lot on groceries…”

She glanced sideways at Cen Wan again, her pupils shimmering with a vague, unreadable emotion:
“So… when are you coming back? Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Don’t get any ideas. I want you gone. But, um… if you do come back, give us a heads-up next time, okay? Don’t just show up out of the blue. I’m busy, you know—don’t have time to tidy up your room last minute.”

Cen Wan finally laughed. Her long, foxy eyes curved playfully, revealing a mischievous charm that didn’t match her age. She suddenly leaned in toward Ying Gu:
“Acting like you’re glad I’m leaving, but really, you’ll miss me… Ying Gu, can’t you just be honest for once? If only you weren’t so stubborn, that flower-selling lady wouldn’t have been snatched away by another Alpha…”

Ying Gu frowned, clearly displeased:
“Cen Wan, can you not keep bringing up those old, dusty stories? Who says I’ll miss you? I just… we’re both fans of Miss and Zhen Zhen’s CP. If you leave, who am I supposed to fangirl with…”

She hesitated, then asked,
“Will… will you come back?”

Cen Wan’s expression visibly dimmed.
“I won’t. Never again.”

She clutched her chest as if the pain there was intensifying, her hand gripping her collar.
“I thought the wound here had healed… but it hasn’t. It still hurts—so much I can’t breathe… I’m so tired, so exhausted…”

Ying Gu had never seen her like this—so fragile, like porcelain that would shatter with the lightest touch. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, like all hope had been drained away.

Something inside Ying Gu tensed and quivered. She gently patted Cen Wan’s shoulder and said softly,
“Don’t blame Madam. It’s not that she didn’t want to marry you. It’s because the Old Lady, when she was gravely ill, made her promise never to let you in the family. You know how Madam was saved from traffickers by the Old Lady—she’s always obeyed her every word… Cen Wan, I heard it myself, outside the Old Lady’s room. Madam said she wanted to marry you—it was the Old Lady who refused, and she threw a huge fit. Madam only agreed because she was afraid the Old Lady wouldn’t hold on.”

Cen Wan smiled bitterly, like swallowing a wild fruit that hadn’t ripened—so sour it seeped down to her heart.

“Thank you, Housekeeper Ying, for telling me. Maybe if I’d heard this ten years ago, I would’ve been moved. But I’m not the same Cen Wan anymore—I’m not young. And I never cared about joining the Fu family. I just… wanted to be with her, to be Fu Weirong’s wife. That’s not incompatible with her promise to the Old Lady.”

Ying Gu didn’t know how to comfort her.
“Cen Wan, once Madam becomes Speaker of the Assembly, she will marry you. Just hold on a little longer, okay?”

Cen Wan let out a sudden laugh, crystal tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.
“If she doesn’t win, does that mean I have to wait a few more years? Until the next election?”

Ying Gu quickly waved her hands.
“She’ll win! Madam will definitely be elected.”

Cen Wan looked down.
“Who can say for sure? Fu Weirong… she’s always put power above everything else. Year after year, I can’t see a future…”

“Cen Wan, don’t say that…” Ying Gu was silent for a few seconds, then sighed:
“Madam’s… a pitiful soul too.”

“Her parents rented her and her sister to traffickers for 3,000 yuan to go beg on the streets. But able-bodied kids don’t get much sympathy—so those monsters broke their legs with bricks and planks. Madam was smart though. When the traffickers came to inspect them, she had her sister pretend to be her and fake an injury to pass inspection…”

“But pretending only works for so long. They were eventually found out. If her sister hadn’t protected her, Madam would’ve been crippled for sure. She escaped down an alley and ran into the Old Lady, who rescued her. Her sister wasn’t so lucky. By the time they returned with help… she had already stopped breathing.”

“Back then, in a small northern town of Su country, even the police were in bed with the traffickers. Families like the Fus couldn’t get justice, let alone a little beggar girl…”

Ying Gu saw the pain in Cen Wan’s eyes and felt awful.
“If you had been through what Madam has… maybe you’d value power just as much.”

Cen Wan knew most of this already. Her heart ached for Fu Weirong no less than Ying Gu’s.
“I know her past was terrible. But I… I can’t give up my dignity just to be with her.”

She looked softly at Ying Gu, her lips curving into a free-spirited smile:
“From now on, I want to live for myself.”

…

Fan Zhen never expected the dependence period to be even harder to endure than heat. Just a bath—only the warm water brushing over her gland—was enough to make her feel like she was being devoured by ants.

She leaned weakly against the edge of the tub, her silky black hair cascading into the water like a waterfall, revealing her flawless white back and long, delicate neck.

As soon as Fu Siyi entered the room, she caught the strong scent of milk and quickly released her pheromones to soothe the Omega. Seeing no one on the bed, she rushed anxiously into the bathroom.

“Jiejie, are you okay?”

An Omega in dependence flushed with a seductive red, eyes dewy and glowing, filled with an almost imperceptible longing.

“Siyi… hold me…” Fan Zhen lazily raised a pale arm, her soft voice drawn out into a whimper:
“Come here… why are you just standing there?”

Fu Siyi swallowed hard, quickly wrapping her in a towel and carrying her to bed. The moment she laid her down, a pair of soft hands wrapped around her waist.

Those hands were delicate and powerless, nails tracing her back, head nuzzling into her chest, whimpering softly:
“Siyi…”

Fu Siyi’s bones nearly melted from the sound.

She tried soothing her, gently stroking her back, but it didn’t help.

Fan Zhen twisted and squirmed in her arms, eventually nudging off the towel. Her pale arms wrapped around Fu Siyi’s neck:
“Siyi… help me like yesterday… please?”

Fu Siyi was only now realizing just how clingy an Omega in dependence could be.

She didn’t want to leave her jiejie, but there was a regular meeting at noon. She had no choice but to use her pheromones to lull the Omega to sleep.

She cradled Fan Zhen in her arms, facing her, patting her back softly.
“Jiejie, be good… time to sleep.”

But Fan Zhen couldn’t sleep. She bit her lip and held out a piece of cake topped with a fresh cherry, offering it to Fu Siyi’s lips.

Fu Siyi was tempted by the scent of cream but resisted, leaning back. Yet in the push and pull, her lips brushed against the cherry.

Fan Zhen trembled slightly.

“Siyi, you…”

Fan Zhen mumbled, but the rest of her words were too embarrassing to say aloud. Her eyes welled with tears of frustration.

Fu Siyi hadn’t meant to tease her, but seeing her like this—shy and begging—was irresistible. Mischief stirred in her heart.

Fan Zhen’s cheeks turned red, her lashes fluttering, exuding a sensual charm:
“Siyi, try it… it’s really sweet.”

Fu Siyi deliberately turned away, lips curling with amusement:
“But jiejie, I have to go to work.”

“Don’t go.”

Every cell in Fan Zhen’s body craved Alpha pheromones.

Especially her gland.

Outside, it was drizzling a spring rain.

Fresh bamboo shoots peeked out with dewdrops, waiting not for the Alpha’s harvest—but drawing swarms of ants to feast on the sweet nectar.

Fan Zhen wanted to chase the ants away. She looked down nervously and, seeing Fu Siyi’s head turned, lightly rubbed the tip of the bamboo shoot on her leg.

She was nervous and jittery.

She didn’t even know what she was doing, her mind a tangled mess.

The itch eased a little.

She sneaked another glance at Fu Siyi, and when she didn’t react, she rubbed again.

Fu Siyi fought hard not to laugh—her sister’s clumsy attempt to hide something she had clearly noticed was just too cute.

But her thighs were smooth—no matter how much she rubbed, she couldn’t reach the place she really needed.

Fan Zhen whimpered in frustration.

She was fumbling blindly, getting nowhere, exhausting herself to the point of sweating and tearing up.

Fu Siyi’s heart nearly melted. She couldn’t bear to tease her anymore. She subtly adjusted her posture to help her.

But Fan Zhen still couldn’t quite reach. She looked up at Fu Siyi, eyes misty with tears, her voice trembling pitifully:
“Siyi… please?”

A beauty this flirtatious, taking the lead like this—it was impossible to resist. Especially with warm breath brushing against her neck, making self-control nearly impossible.

Fu Siyi, who had once been affected by a triggering agent, had no resistance to Fan Zhen’s pheromones.

She cupped Fan Zhen’s face, leaned in, and kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling.

Fan Zhen eagerly responded, but just then, a phone rang.

Fu Siyi reached for it, saw Assistant Jiang’s name on the screen—only to be pulled back by Fan Zhen.

“Mmm, jiejie, I have to take this—”

“No. Not until you’re done.”

Fu Siyi had never seen an Omega in dependence like this—it was like she’d turned into a seductive siren.

Left with no choice, Fu Siyi became her walking suppressant, turning off the phone and letting herself be pulled back:
“Siyi… please…”

…

Fu Siyi had to go three rounds before Fan Zhen was finally satisfied and collapsed onto the pillow, fast asleep. The room was thick with their mingled pheromones.

Fu Siyi pulled a light blanket over her, touched her flushed cheek, and kissed her lips.

Now, the Omega was sleeping to recharge, preparing for the next wave of her dependence.

Fu Siyi quietly got out of bed, picked up her clothes, and tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up, careful not to wake her.

When she was done, she opened the door—only to come face to face with a pale and panicked Ying Gu, her voice trembling:

“Miss Fu… Madam has had an accident.”