The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Fu Siyi set an alarm for 4 a.m. and woke to find Fan Zhen already up. She was in the glass conservatory, carefully selecting the best flowers for the bouquet with meticulous precision.
Fu Siyi gently rubbed Fan Zhen’s cheek, her heart aching as she grumbled,
“Ai Qing’s getting married, but she’s not even making her own bouquet. Why does my wife have to suffer for her?”
Fan Zhen gave a gentle smile, “Lily of the valley is delicate. Once picked, it only stays fresh for half a day at most. Besides, Ai Qing’s so busy—how could she have time to make her bouquet?”
She then proudly held up the bouquet for Fu Siyi to admire. “Does it look nice?”
“It’s beautiful.” Fu Siyi cupped her face and gave her a kiss, coaxing,
“When we get married, I’ll make your bouquet myself.”
Something soft and warm brushed across Fan Zhen’s heart, making it ticklish.
“Then I won’t worry about anything. I’ll just wait for you to come and take me away.”
She lowered her gaze, her cheeks blushing pink. Fu Siyi stared at her without blinking, unable to resist leaning in and planting a tender kiss on her cheek.
Fan Zhen pushed her lightly. “Yu Qing’s called several times to rush us. Let’s go.”
Fu Siyi wrapped her arm around Fan Zhen’s pale neck and pressed her down gently. Her kiss, infused with sandalwood scent, landed beside her lips.
“I haven’t kissed you enough yet.”
Fan Zhen’s breathing grew rapid under her kisses. Her body softened despite herself, her vision blurring.
“Zai Zai… How long are you going to keep kissing me…”
“No matter how long, it’s never enough.” Fu Siyi’s hand sank into the soft cake as she murmured,
“Last night, you promised to come find me in the middle of the night… I waited for so long… You didn’t answer your phone… You lied to me, Jie…”
Fan Zhen’s cheeks burned, her ears turning crimson.
Last night, she had been dragged by Sister Huan to choose fabrics. By the time she returned to her room, it was nearly ten. Since she had to wake up around three or four for Yu Qing’s wedding, she had shut off her phone and gone to sleep—completely forgetting the promise she made to her little cub for a midnight rendezvous.
Fan Zhen gently pried Fu Siyi’s hand off the cake and mumbled softly,
“Zai Zai, stop fooling around… retract your pheromones…”
“I can’t… It won’t listen to me,” Fu Siyi said pitifully, like a child denied candy, even her hair strands seemed to pout.
“Jie… I’m almost in heat…”
In heat?
No wonder this clingy Alpha had been sticking to her since morning, trying to eat cake.
Fan Zhen turned her head, her ears flushed with shame, and whispered, “I’ll come to you tonight to help you…”
Fu Siyi lingered near her ear, lips brushing inch by inch with soft kisses.
“But you always break your promises, Jie… I don’t believe you anymore…”
If they kept going like this, their pheromones would definitely spiral out of control, and the glass conservatory would witness a real-life, uncensored adult film.
“I’m not lying this time,” Fan Zhen mustered the last of her reason and pushed her head away.
“Tonight, I’ll let you do whatever you want, okay?”
Fu Siyi, still sucking on a berry, finally let go at those words. She placed her hand to the side and leaned back a little.
She asked, “As many times as I want?”
Fan Zhen nearly died from embarrassment, but the little cub pouted pitifully again, head slightly down, her long lashes trembling with vulnerability—making Fan Zhen’s heart melt into a puddle.
Oh well.
The cub was still young and going through heat—of course one bite wouldn’t be enough.
Anyway, the whole cake was hers to eat however she wanted.
Mortified yet soft-hearted, Fan Zhen bit her lip and nodded.
But the little cub had tricks up her sleeve. She nibbled Fan Zhen’s earlobe and said mischievously,
“Nope, you have to say it out loud.”
Fan Zhen’s eyes grew misty red as she shrank her neck and mumbled,
“You—you can do it as many times as you want…”
Finally satisfied, Fu Siyi grinned.
“You promised, no backing out.”
Fan Zhen panted, “I won’t back out…”
Fu Siyi laughed softly, “Even if you do, I’m not afraid.”
Just as Fan Zhen wondered what she meant, something cold touched her ear.
A phone.
Fu Siyi leaned close to her other ear, her red lips curving with delight,
“Don’t go back on your word, Jie.”
At that exact moment, Fan Zhen’s own voice played clearly from the phone—
“Tonight, I’ll let you do whatever you want, okay?”
“You—you can do it as many times as you want~”
“I won’t back out…”
Fan Zhen’s pupils trembled in shock. She stared at Fu Siyi, stunned.
“You… you recorded it?!”
Fu Siyi dropped her pitiful act, replacing it with the smug poise she used when negotiating with others. She curled her lips lazily and smirked, “Jie, you need to be more careful with your words. They can come back to bite you.”
This damn cub!
Fan Zhen bit her lip in fury, “Fu. Siyi!”
“Jie, you’re missing the point,” Fu Siyi snaked her arms around Fan Zhen’s waist and whispered seductively in her ear,
“You should be thinking about where we’re going to… do it tonight. The hallway? The garden? The backyard? Your room—or mine?”
This shameless tease! But Fan Zhen lacked the vocabulary to curse her properly. After holding it in for ages, she finally hissed,
“Fu Siyi, you—you’re shameless!”
She shoved her hard and stormed off angrily. Realizing she had gone too far, Fu Siyi tugged her own ear, pleading,
“Jie, don’t be mad. I was just teasing…”
Fan Zhen walked too quickly for Fu Siyi to notice the corner of her lips curling up. When she got in the car, she even pretended to be angry and looked away.
“Jie~”
Fu Siyi snuggled up close, their hips pressed tightly together. Fan Zhen pushed her aside, “Move over.”
Fu Siyi was desperate. Her wife was hard to coax—maybe she should just kneel and beg.
But the car was too small, and the driver, Lao Zhong, was probably trying to grow eyes in the back of his head to spy on them.
Forget it. Let it be embarrassing.
Better to lose face than lose her wife.
She reached for Fan Zhen’s hand, only for it to be slapped away. She rubbed her reddened hand pitifully and pointed outside the window to distract her,
“Jie, you haven’t been out much. After the wedding, I’ll take you around. Look—that pointy tower is a famous Su Kingdom landmark…”
Fan Zhen looked in the direction she pointed, her lips unconsciously lifting. Seeing this, Fu Siyi immediately leaned in and wrapped her in a hug. Her arms held her tight but not too tight.
“Jie, don’t be mad anymore, okay?”
This little rascal—she had such a beautiful face and used it to beg so shamelessly…
Who could stay mad at that?
Fan Zhen gave in, turning to her with a soft smile, “Later, don’t forget to give the bouquet to Ai Qing. And Yu Qing said the Omega bridesmaids will block the door. The changing room and bedroom are connected—ask the hotel manager for the key.”
She leaned against her softly, fingers intertwined with Fu Siyi’s,
“Zai Zai, the Omega bridesmaids will make the Alpha ones do punishment games. I’ll secretly go easy on you.”
Fu Siyi hugged her tight and showered her with kisses.
“Jie, you’re the best!”
…
The wedding between the former parliament chair’s daughter and a renowned medical heiress was held at the grandest hotel in Bin City. It was an unprecedented spectacle. Though to outsiders it looked like a powerful alliance, the couple’s love was as sweet as honey.
Inside the bridal suite, Fan Zhen crouched to fix Sun Yuqing’s dress. When she stood up, she noticed one of Yuqing’s pearl earrings had fallen off and squatted down again to find it.
After retrieving it, Yuqing complained of nausea. Fan Zhen quickly handed her some preserved plums.
Despite months of preparation, the day of the wedding still brought unexpected chaos—especially since Yuqing was pregnant and needed extra care.
Fan Zhen offered her some pastries,
“I asked the elder just now. You’ll need to bathe in half an hour. Eat something first.”
Yuqing nibbled a biscuit while repeatedly looking out the window, clearly distracted.
Fan Zhen helped her back to the tatami mat and teased,
“Don’t be so anxious. It’s not time for the groom to come yet. They’re upstairs in the same hotel. I’ll go check things out.”
“No, don’t. What if you run into…”
“Run into what?” Fan Zhen blinked.
Yuqing didn’t know how to bring up Jiang Mingxiao, so she changed the subject,
“Just… Fang Songxian. If you run into her, Xiao Yi might get jealous.”
Fan Zhen smiled gently, “She said we have to give each other absolute trust.”
Just then, Yuqing’s cousin came over, “Yuqing, it’s time for the bath.”
According to Su Kingdom tradition, Omegas must bathe before the wedding. Fan Zhen stayed outside the bathroom holding the gown. Then someone called out,
“Where are Yuqing’s gloves?”
Fan Zhen went over to help look.
“They might be in the makeup room. I’ll go check.”
Handing the gown over, she went off to search. But the hotel was massive, and she quickly lost her way.
The hallways formed a square loop with a hollow center. Each side was far apart and not connected, though you could see across from the railings.
Just as she approached the elevator, she spotted a white lace glove on the ground. Her eyes lit up and she hurried over to pick it up.
As she stood up—she froze, like a statue.
She saw a familiar back.
Wearing a dark gray tailored suit, with wide-legged pants, long hair tied neatly back—a look both professional and imposing.
The elevator on the left dinged.
The figure swiftly stepped inside, and just as she turned—Fan Zhen saw her face.
What?
Jiang Mingxiao? Here?!
Fan Zhen stood there stunned for a full ten minutes until a hand tapped her shoulder.
She turned and saw Fang Songxian smiling politely.
“Miss Huo, hello.”
Fang Songxian extended her hand, her smile sincere, with a hint of release.
“I want to apologize for how I acted before. I’m sorry.”
She stood at a respectful distance—no longer the imposing presence of the past. Her eyes were calm, her smile gentle and polite.
Fan Zhen shook her hand back, just as sincerely,
“It’s all in the past. Let’s not dwell on it, okay?”
Fang Songxian’s eyes shimmered, and she slowly let go.
“Thank you.”
They stood in silence for a moment.
Then came a voice—low, husky, unmistakable.
“Jie, what are you doing here?”
Fan Zhen turned toward it, her eyes softening.
“Yi Zai…”
Fu Siyi walked over naturally, though her peach blossom eyes were dark with possessiveness. She wrapped her arm around Fan Zhen’s waist and looked at Fang Songxian with a gentle smile.
“What were you two talking about?”
Fan Zhen was nestled completely in her arms. The intimacy was obvious, a declaration of love that rippled through her heart.
Fang Songxian smiled, calm and sincere,
“I was saying… you two are a perfect match.”
“Xiao Yi, I wish you happiness.”
Fu Siyi and Fan Zhen exchanged a look, their eyes filled with the same warmth.
“Thank you.”
Fang Songxian reminded,
“It’s getting late. Shouldn’t we go get ready to greet the bride?”
Fan Zhen suddenly remembered.
“Right, it’s almost time—I need to go block the door!”
She dashed off quickly. But as she passed the corridor again…
That familiar silhouette flashed across her eyes once more.