The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Fan Zhen held the newspaper in her hands as her thoughts drifted.

Back then, she didn’t want to marry Song Lan, so she went with Jiang Mingxiao to talk to that scumbag Alpha about canceling the engagement. Who would’ve thought that not only would Song Lan refuse, but he would humiliate her in front of several Omega strippers:
“Your father already sold you to me. You belong to me.”

Fan Zhen stubbornly held back her tears until they left the bar, then couldn’t help but break down in sobs. Jiang Mingxiao gently comforted her, but Fan Zhen was too heartbroken to take in any words. In the blur of her grief, she vaguely heard Mingxiao sneer beside her:
“If someone dies, the wedding doesn’t happen.”

Fan Zhen didn’t catch it clearly and looked up, startled. But when she asked, Mingxiao simply smiled faintly:
“Sister, don’t cry. Give me some time. I’ll convince Uncle Huo to call off the engagement.”

Fan Zhen lowered her long lashes, tears streaming down her face:
“It’s no use. I’ve tried everything… even hunger strikes. He just had doctors give me IV nutrients. Said I had to survive at least until the wedding.”

Suddenly, Jiang Mingxiao gripped her shoulders:
“Sister, run away from the wedding.”

She looked into Fan Zhen’s eyes.
“For now, don’t argue with Uncle Huo. Let me handle the arrangements. Once you’re in Su Country, someone will meet you. If anything goes wrong on the way, don’t show yourself. I’ll communicate through the newspaper… Once the engagement is canceled, I’ll publish a notice. As soon as you see it, contact me.”

Fan Zhen hadn’t expected Mingxiao to be so meticulous—not only offering a solution but planning such a careful and thorough escape.

All these years, Mingxiao lived in hardship as an illegitimate daughter in the Jiang family. Her meals and daily needs weren’t even as good as the servants around the first wife.
Looking back, maybe she had been deliberately hiding her talents, biding her time. Otherwise, how else could she have seized power within three months and become the person in charge?

A chilly breeze brushed Fan Zhen’s neck, and she instinctively pulled her coat tighter, her drifting thoughts finally grounded again.

Whether or not Mingxiao had a hand in this, the result was clear—and for Fan Zhen, it was the best outcome.

Song Lan was now married to another Omega. That meant their engagement no longer existed.

With the engagement canceled, she no longer had to hide. She’d been out of touch for months. Mingxiao must be worried.

Fan Zhen wanted to call Jiang Mingxiao to let her know she was safe—and also…

Tell her about her relationship with Fu Siyi.

Last time, she hadn’t told her about Song Lan, and Mingxiao scolded her for not treating her like a real friend.
If she didn’t mention something as important as a relationship, Mingxiao would definitely be upset.

Besides, she wanted to introduce Fu Siyi to her circle—share her happiness and receive blessings from close friends.

With that thought, Fan Zhen took out her phone and dialed a string of numbers… then hesitated and exited the screen.

Better to wait until Fu Weirong’s election was over.

She folded up the newspaper and headed inside. A honk behind her made her turn around—only to be swept into a tight hug by the charging Sun Yuqing.

Ai Qing hurried over, immediately shielding her wife’s belly:
“Don’t run so fast! What if the baby—”

Sun Yuqing playfully swatted her hand away, laughing shyly:
“The baby’s in my belly, not stuck on it like a patch. It’s not going to fall off that easily.”

Fan Zhen caught the key part of the conversation and beamed:
“Congratulations! You’re expecting already?”

Ai Qing thanked her, then teased:
“You and Siyi better step up your game and catch up!”

Fan Zhen understood the teasing implication and smiled shyly, a blush spreading to her ears.

Ai Qing looked around:
“Hey, where’s Siyi?”

“Still working in the study.” Fan Zhen’s lips curved upward as she carefully led Sun Yuqing to the elevator.
“You and Yuqing sit down. I’ll go call her over.”

Ai Qing raised a hand to stop her:
“I’ll find her. You and Yuqing go try on the bridesmaid dress.”

“Yes! That’s why I came—to try the dress with you.” Sun Yuqing didn’t let her refuse and pushed her into the guest room, along with the outfit, and into the walk-in closet.

About ten minutes later, Fan Zhen stepped out slowly in an off-shoulder bridesmaid gown. The pale pink lace was airy and elegant, with a tasteful cut-out over the chest and a cinched waist that accentuated her graceful figure—sweet and seductive all at once.

She stood in front of the mirror, clearly uncomfortable with how much skin she was showing:
“Yuqing, do all bridesmaids wear something like this? Isn’t it too much?”

Sun Yuqing looked her up and down, more pleased by the second:
“Too much? You look gorgeous!”

Just then, Fu Siyi pushed the door open. Sun Yuqing excitedly waved her over:
“Come look! Isn’t your wife beautiful?”

Fu Siyi’s eyes lit up at first, but when she saw the amount of exposed skin, her expression darkened.
She coldly said, “Not pretty.”

Fan Zhen already felt uncomfortable, and that remark made it worse. She started to change, but Sun Yuqing quickly exchanged glances with Ai Qing.

Ai Qing nodded and pulled Fu Siyi aside. No one knew what she said, but the little storm cloud on Fu Siyi’s face suddenly vanished.
She smiled like spring sunlight and cheerfully walked back to Fan Zhen.

She opened her arms and gently pulled her in.
“Don’t change, it’s beautiful.”

Fan Zhen: ???
“Really?” she asked softly, still wondering if she needed a shawl.

Suddenly, Fu Siyi reached out, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and murmured,
“You’re really beautiful, sister.”

Fan Zhen looked up, meeting her tender gaze.

Ai Qing, seeing the loving look between them, sensibly made up an excuse to leave:
“Tomorrow’s the wedding—be sure to come early.”

As she passed Fu Siyi, she whispered:
“I’m relieved Fan Zhen’s your bridesmaid. Yuqing’s too hyper, even while pregnant. With Fan Zhen watching her, I can relax.”
Then, teasingly:
“Fu Siyi, better work hard so we can arrange a baby marriage between our kids…”

Before she finished, Sun Yuqing saw something outside and excitedly ran toward the garden’s glasshouse.
“Whoa! Siyi, where did you find such a great gardener? Lily of the valley—this season!”

Ai Qing’s face paled as she chased after her, worried she’d trip:
“Slow down, sweetheart—be careful!”

Fu Siyi chuckled:
“Sister takes care of them.”

“We ordered lily of the valley from Yuan Country for the bouquet,” Sun Yuqing explained, tugging Fan Zhen’s arm. “But they wilted in two days! We couldn’t find them locally. Fan Zhen, can I have some of yours?”

Fan Zhen smiled warmly:
“Of course. I’ll make the bouquet myself and bring it tomorrow.”

Sun Yuqing was thrilled, hugging Fan Zhen tightly. Ai Qing nearly had a heart attack and grabbed her wife in a bear hug.

“What are you doing?” Sun Yuqing blushed. “People are watching!”

“Don’t care. You’re on the protected list now—move less, or your whole family will skin me alive.”

Ai Qing couldn’t handle her wife’s energy anymore and quickly said goodbye:
“Siyi, it’s getting late. We’ll head back. You two come early tomorrow.”

“Got it!”

Fu Siyi and Fan Zhen stood close together, watching their car drive out of the Fu estate gates.

The black wrought-iron gates held two lantern-shaped lights, glowing warmly. Snow began to fall again, pure and gentle under the amber glow. It felt like a dream.

Fu Siyi looked down, hiding the envy in her eyes, but then turned and met Fan Zhen’s loving gaze.

“What’s wrong? Jealous?” Fan Zhen teased softly.

“Mhm,” Fu Siyi replied honestly, her lips tightening.
“Ai Qing already has a baby, and I haven’t even passed probation.”

Fan Zhen couldn’t help smiling. She looked like a little green tea schemer with her pitiful expression.

Fan Zhen cupped her cheeks and kissed her lightly.
“Siyi…”

Fu Siyi melted under the sweet scent of her lips.
“Sister…”

Fan Zhen didn’t pull away, brushing her lips teasingly against hers:
“Fu Siyi, I’m telling you now…”

“You’re official.”

Fu Siyi froze. At such close range, Fan Zhen could see her eyes light up in surprised delight, spreading like ripples in the night—like fireflies taking flight.

Fan Zhen pouted:
“Hey, are you broken again? Show some reaction!”

This little dummy always froze at critical moments.

First marking… now even the proposal had to come from her.

But she loved her anyway.

A mature woman doesn’t play coy when it comes to love.
Love is simple. You like someone—you act. Why not?

Fan Zhen wrapped her arms around Fu Siyi’s neck and softly said:
“Fu Siyi, I love you so much.”

Fu Siyi’s heart thumped.
Then she heard her whisper,
“When are you going to marry me?”

Fu Siyi finally snapped out of her daze.
“Sister… you’re willing to marry me?”

“Yes,” Fan Zhen answered, her face glowing with happiness.
“I only love you. I only want to marry you.”

She opened her mouth to say more, but suddenly felt her feet lift off the ground. Everything spun in joyful circles.

“Siyi! Put me down!”

Fu Siyi spun her a few more times, then stopped and gazed at her dreamily:
“Wife… I have a title now.”

“You make it sound like I’m some scumbag Omega. You little brat!” Fan Zhen poked her cheek.

Thinking back on all the pain she’d endured running from her wedding—now it all felt worth it, transformed into sweetness thanks to Fu Siyi. Tears welled in her eyes.

“From now on, we don’t have to hide. We can be together, openly.”

Fu Siyi gently set her down and kissed her eyes. Her voice was sultry but excited:
“Then I want kisses anytime, anywhere. You’re not allowed to dodge.”

“That’s… not very proper, is it?” Fan Zhen was half amused, half exasperated.
“Public displays of affection can be annoying, you know.”

Fu Siyi paused, then said smugly:
“Let them hate it. We’re sticking together every day and blinding them with love.”

Fan Zhen: !!!

No way to argue with that.
She cleverly changed the subject:
“What did Ai Qing say earlier that made you so happy?”

Fu Siyi proudly raised her chin:
“She said her wife would throw the bouquet to me.”

Fan Zhen’s smile was soft and full of warmth:
“That’s all it took to win you over?”

Fu Siyi lowered her gaze and whispered:
“Whoever catches the bouquet… gets married next.”

Fan Zhen’s eyes instantly brimmed with tears.

She threw her arms around Fu Siyi, as if holding her entire world.

She was truly lucky—to have met Fu Siyi in this vast world, to go from strangers to soulmates, from confusion to certainty, and finally become each other’s one and only.