The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 66

Chapter 66

 

Fan Zhen ran quickly back down the hallway. As she passed, that familiar figure flashed before her eyes again.

 

The corridors on both sides were spaced far apart, but Jiang Mingxiao walked briskly across from one side, her eyes fixed ahead, completely unaware of the dazed Fan Zhen standing in the opposite hallway.

 

This time, Fan Zhen saw clearly—it really was Jiang Mingxiao, who had been out of contact for over three months.

 

People often say it’s a great surprise to run into a fellow townsman in a foreign place—let alone someone like Jiang Mingxiao, who had been a family friend since childhood.

 

The reason Fan Zhen hadn’t contacted Mingxiao was because she was afraid that Mingxiao would come looking for her at the Fu residence and cause a commotion, which might jeopardize Fu Weirong’s campaign.

 

But running into her here shouldn’t be a problem—the Sun family had booked the entire hotel, with layers of security at every entrance. Sneaking in to spy or take photos was virtually impossible.

 

Fan Zhen quickened her pace to catch up, wanting to ask Mingxiao why she was attending the wedding. However, Jiang Mingxiao seemed to be in a hurry and disappeared down the hallway in the blink of an eye.

 

Just as Fan Zhen was about to call out, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. She turned her head in surprise and met the deeply furrowed brow of Sun Yuqing.

 

“Fan Zhen-jie, come with me.”

 

Sun Yuqing’s tone was unusually serious.

 

A strange feeling crept over Fan Zhen, and she followed stiffly as Yuqing led her into a small room.

 

The two stood face to face. Yuqing didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point:
“Jie, what is your relationship with the Jiang family’s second daughter?”

 

Fan Zhen was taken aback by the question, completely confused. She stared blankly before replying,
“The Jiang family’s second daughter? You mean… Jiang Mingxiao?”

 

Yuqing nodded and watched her closely, as if trying to read something from her expression.

 

But Fan Zhen only looked puzzled and stunned.
“Me and Jiang Mingxiao? We’re just friends…”

 

Although Yuqing hadn’t spent much time with Fan Zhen, her basic judgment was sound. She had never doubted Fan Zhen’s feelings for Fu Siyi. But…

 

Jiang Mingxiao had begged her grandfather to help her find her missing fiancée—her urgency and worry were genuine. And she had a marriage contract, in black and white.

 

Yuqing paused, looking into Fan Zhen’s eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, she said:
“Jie, Miss Jiang says… you’re her fiancée.”

 

Duang—

 

It felt like a heavy object struck Fan Zhen square on. She stood frozen, dazed, with buzzing in her ears. It took her a while to recover and clarify,
“She’s lying! How… how could I be her fiancée?”

 

Yuqing then told her that Mingxiao had approached Old Master Ai with a marriage contract signed by Fan Zhen’s father.

 

In Yuan Country’s upper-class society, marriage contracts carried weight. Business families would even publish them in newspapers for publicity—both for privacy and exposure. As a result, the tradition persisted, and such contracts were often valued more than marriage certificates.

 

Having studied in Yuan Country, Yuqing knew how serious marriage contracts were. So when Jiang Mingxiao produced one, she knew it was a real problem.

 

The room was silent—so quiet you could hear each other’s breathing.

 

Yuqing softly called out,
“Jie…”

 

Fan Zhen slowly lifted her face. Under the dim light, she was as pale as paper. Her lips trembled, and her voice was barely audible.

 

“He sold me again… I’m just a thing. Whoever pays more… he sells me to them…”

 

Yuqing immediately understood who “he” referred to. Her own family life had always been warm and loving—two mothers doted on her endlessly. She couldn’t comprehend how any parent could treat their child like property to be sold.

 

A deep sympathy welled up in Yuqing. She stepped forward and hesitantly placed a hand on Fan Zhen’s shoulder.
“Don’t be sad. We’ll figure something out.”

 

But how could Fan Zhen not be sad?

 

She had always believed her father loved her, that he cherished and nurtured her, provided the best education, taught her every refined skill—music, chess, calligraphy, painting.

 

Now she realized the truth.

 

Her father had raised her so carefully only to increase her value—so she could fetch a better price.

 

How absurd.

 

Yuqing didn’t know how to comfort her.
“Jie, let’s talk to Miss Jiang. Maybe… maybe she’ll let you be with Xiao Yi.”

 

Fan Zhen stood frozen, but her tears kept falling. Thin streams ran down her cheeks and onto her collarbones.
“If Jiang Mingxiao really wanted to talk, she wouldn’t have made a secret deal with my father… How is she any different from Song Lan? There’s no respect, only control… She could destroy her own family. Why would she let us go?”

 

Yuqing’s nose tingled, and her eyes reddened.
“Jie, then what should we do?”

 

Fan Zhen stayed quiet for a long time. Her eyes were heavy with grief, and her sorrow seemed to leech all color from the world around them.

 

The wound left by her broken family had never healed—and now it had been cut open again, even deeper.

 

She hurt so much she couldn’t breathe. Holding her chest, she still couldn’t ease the pain.

 

Yuqing could barely bear to watch. Her heart ached deeply.
“Fan Zhen-jie…”

 

Fan Zhen slowly turned her head toward Yuqing. Her face was still pale as snow, her whole body fragile and close to breaking.
“Yuqing, from now on, there is no Fan Zhen… no Huo Shuixian…”

 

Yuqing instantly understood her intent.

 

She never expected that, just to stay with Fu Siyi, Fan Zhen was willing to sacrifice so much—even give up her freedom.

 

“Jie… you’re really willing to stay in the Fu residence forever, never take a step outside, live without a name or identity?”

 

“That’s the only way to escape Jiang Mingxiao… I don’t want to be separated from Xiao Yi. As long as I can stay by her side, I’ll do anything.”

 

Her voice held no warmth, but the moment she mentioned Fu Siyi, a soft tenderness filled her eyes.

 

Yuqing stood silently.

 

Some pain could never be understood unless one had lived it. Apart from silent companionship, she didn’t know what else she could offer.

 

Fan Zhen wiped away her tears and forced a tired smile.
“Yuqing, congratulations on your wedding. I’m sorry—I’ll be leaving soon.”

 

Yuqing nodded in understanding.
“I’ll ask Ai Qing to stall Jiang Mingxiao.”

 

“Thank you.”
Fan Zhen walked slowly toward the door, then paused and whispered:
“Don’t tell Xiao Yi…”

 

If Fu Siyi knew, she would definitely confront Jiang Mingxiao. But Mingxiao had no weaknesses, no boundaries—she was terrifying in her obsession. Fan Zhen would do anything to protect Fu Siyi.

 

Yuqing gently replied,
“Mm.”

 

…

 

After leaving the room, Fan Zhen sent Fu Siyi a message:

 

“Zai Zai, I’m not feeling well. Can you come? I’m by the elevator on the 7th floor.”

 

In less than three minutes, Fu Siyi came running, panting slightly. Maybe she’d rushed too much—her forehead was covered in sweat, and her cheeks were flushed from the exertion.

 

She placed a hand on Fan Zhen’s forehead, her worry plain as day.
“Jie, what’s wrong?”

 

Fan Zhen stared at her, something bitter pressing against her chest—then slowly melting into warmth and sweetness.

 

Things weren’t as hopeless as they’d seemed.

 

At least, there was one person in this world who would treat her gently, never leave her side.

 

She would be her warmth, her light—her sweetness in sorrow.

 

With Fu Siyi there, Fan Zhen felt like she could endure anything.

 

A sense of release washed over her. She smiled softly and threw herself into Fu Siyi’s arms, hugging her tightly.
“Zai Zai…”

 

But her complexion was still poor, and her smile couldn’t hide her exhaustion and gloom.

 

Fu Siyi frowned in concern.
“Jie, let me take you to the hospital.”

 

“No hospital,” Fan Zhen said softly, her voice sweet and slightly whiny.
“Can we go home?”

 

Fu Siyi clearly misunderstood—she took Fan Zhen’s clinginess as a sign of intimate desire. Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes turning seductive.
“Jie, do you want me?”

 

Fan Zhen just wanted to get back to the Fu residence quickly, to avoid running into Jiang Mingxiao. But since Siyi had said that, she nodded obediently.
“Mm, I want you.”

 

Fu Siyi let out a soft “pfft” laugh, tilting her chin to look at her:
“Jiejie, this is a hotel. If you want it… every room here is available.”

 

Fan Zhen’s face flushed red instantly. To lure the little cub (Siyi) back home, she cast aside her usual restraint, teasing in a sultry voice:
“I don’t want to do it in a hotel—I want to go home. Didn’t you say… many times?”

 

Fu Siyi’s gaze froze for a moment.
“But today is Ai Qing’s wedding…”

 

“They won’t mind,” Fan Zhen slowly pulled away from her embrace, one hand subtly resting against her chest.
“Don’t you like Huo Shuixian? Want to see her dance? She knows many kinds… classical, ballet, Latin… or maybe… a strip dance?”

 

Fu Siyi’s eyes darkened, a subtle but undeniable wave of desire flickering in her gaze.

 

Fan Zhen’s hand caressed over her chest while her waist swayed gently. She cast a flirtatious glance over her shoulder and winked. Her soft, sensual body pressed close, undulating against her like a wave. Just as Fu Siyi reached to pull her in, she slipped away like a fish.

 

Her hand lingered in midair, frustrated. After several teasing rounds, Fu Siyi’s breathing was thoroughly disturbed by her sister’s teasing, struggling to keep calm by drawing deep breaths again and again.

 

Tonight, her sister was just too bold. Too irresistible.

 

Fan Zhen’s arms wrapped around from behind, her rounded nails tracing ripples along the side of the Alpha’s waist.

 

“Want to see it?” Fan Zhen tiptoed up and bit her earlobe softly.
“The kind where I take my clothes off?”

 

The little cub had always been defenseless against her sister’s mature seduction. She bit her lip unconsciously, breath becoming heavier and more entangled.

 

“Zai Zai…” Fan Zhen leaned up and placed a kiss at the corner of her lips.

 

The taste on her lips was the sweet milky scent unique to Omegas, and by her ear came the softly coaxing voice of her sister:
“Zai Zai, want me.”

 

“Jiejie…” Fu Siyi responded, voice low and thick:
“Let’s go home.”

 

Fu Siyi held Fan Zhen by the shoulders and called the driver, instructing Uncle Zhong to bring the car to the hotel’s security post.

 

They took the elevator down to the first-floor banquet hall. Staff were bustling around preparing for the evening event, pushing food trolleys through the corridors.

 

Fu Siyi pulled Fan Zhen closer, shielding her from being bumped—when suddenly, a shrill, hysterical voice rang out:

 

“Fan Zhen, you little slut! Don’t you dare touch Xiao Yi!”

 

Fan Zhen turned in terror, seeing a figure charging toward her, hand raised to strike.

 

But Fu Siyi reacted swiftly, catching the hand mid-air, her eyes cold as frost:
“Xia Yicheng, what are you doing?”

 

Seeing Fan Zhen being protected, Xia Yicheng’s face twisted in fury:
“Why are you here? When did you start seducing Xiao Yi? You little b1tch! An illegal stowaway—how dare you seduce her!”

 

Fu Siyi pulled Fan Zhen behind her, arms spread protectively:
“Don’t insult her. If you want to blame someone, blame me. I’ve been the one seducing her.”

 

“Stop defending her! I saw everything—it was her seducing you!” Xia Yicheng had lost all sense, jealousy driving her mad.
“She’s clearly got some hidden motive! Xiao Yi, she’s a seductress—I’ll never let her go!”

 

The image of Shen Tian’s suffering flashed in Fu Siyi’s mind. Her nerves tightened like a bowstring. Since they had been caught, there was no point hiding anymore. She would protect her sister no matter what—even if it meant putting her life on the line. She would never let Xia Yicheng and her mother hurt her.

 

Fu Siyi stared directly into Xia Yicheng’s crazed eyes:
“This has nothing to do with Fan Zhen. If you want revenge, come at me. I forced her to be with me. If you don’t believe it, ask Ai Qing.”

 

She deliberately mentioned Ai Qing, knowing that even if Xia Yicheng questioned her directly, Ai Qing would be quick-witted enough to cover for them.

 

Xia Yicheng’s makeup was streaked with tears. She couldn’t say a word, only screaming hysterically:
“Fan Zhen, you stole Xiao Yi from me—I won’t let you off!”

 

Fu Siyi stood firmly in front of Fan Zhen, her gaze emanating an unshakable aura:
“Touch her, and I won’t let you off.”

 

Xia Yicheng faltered under her intensity, stumbling backward until she hit the wall.

 

Just then, the sound of wheels echoed down the long hallway. A food trolley slowly approached, passing between them.

 

Fu Siyi caught the scent of grilled fish and looked over—there was a steaming iron pot on the trolley, glowing coals still red-hot underneath.

 

Something felt wrong.

 

She remembered that when she came down earlier, the staff were still preparing the starters—not even cold dishes had been served. Why would a hot dish appear now?

 

And since the entire hotel was booked for the event, no outside guests were being served. Then this steaming hot dish…

 

A bolt of fear struck her. Just as she turned to pull Fan Zhen away, the server had already lifted the iron pot—coals and all—and threw it directly at Fan Zhen’s face.

 

Fan Zhen had been standing just behind Fu Siyi, only one person apart. The server was clearly targeting her alone. The angle was carefully calculated to avoid Fu Siyi and hit Fan Zhen’s face and chest directly.

 

Everything happened too fast.

 

Fan Zhen was frozen in fear, legs paralyzed, unable to even cry out. But in her peripheral vision, she saw a shadow lunging in front of her—without hesitation.

 

In that life-or-death moment, Fu Siyi moved purely on instinct. She wrapped Fan Zhen tightly in her arms, spinning swiftly, and took the brunt of the burning oil and red-hot coals with her back.

 

Though she managed to twist away, some of the hot coals still struck her.

 

The sudden agony made Fu Siyi sway slightly, but her grip on Fan Zhen never loosened.

 

She shielded her completely—not a single strand of Fan Zhen’s hair was exposed. All the pain fell solely on Fu Siyi.

 

Fan Zhen’s mind was in chaos. Darkness surrounded her inside Fu Siyi’s embrace. All she could hear was Xia Yicheng’s terrified screams and—

 

Fu Siyi’s low, pain-filled groans.

 

The server, seeing that Fan Zhen was unharmed, tried to yank Fu Siyi away to splash the rest of the oil on her.

 

Fu Siyi, gritting through the pain, raised her leg and kicked the server hard in the knee. As he fell, the iron pot slipped from his hands—spilling all over Xia Yicheng.

 

Xia Yicheng screamed in agony, rolling on the floor. The commotion quickly drew hotel staff. The server was restrained on the spot, but no matter how they questioned him, he refused to speak.

 

Soon, the Fu family’s driver, Uncle Zhong, rushed over. Seeing the scene, he was horrified:
“Miss! Your back…”

 

Fu Siyi was still clinging protectively to Fan Zhen. Her hands trembled as she tried to push her away but couldn’t—Fu Siyi was holding her with every ounce of strength left.

 

Tears streamed down Fan Zhen’s face uncontrollably. Her voice trembled:
“Let me go… let me see… I need to see…”

 

Fu Siyi confirmed she was safe and loosened her hold slightly.

 

Fan Zhen circled behind her—and saw the horrifying burns on Fu Siyi’s neck and back. A huge swath of red skin, already blistering, bl00d and fluid sticking together. Her heart clenched painfully at the sight.

 

She dared not touch it, afraid of causing more pain. Tears kept falling.
“We… we need to go to the hospital…”

 

Fu Siyi closed her eyes briefly, biting her lip to steady her breath. Then she opened her eyes, sharp and commanding:
“Uncle Zhong, to Aunt Wang’s clinic.”

 

“Miss, how can a clinic compare to a hospital? We should—”

 

Fu Siyi’s expression darkened:
“Do as I say!”

 

The driver didn’t dare argue further and helped her toward the elevator.

 

Just then, the Xia family’s driver and maid arrived. The maid helped lift Xia Yicheng up, checking her in a panic:
“Miss, are you alright?”

 

Xia’s driver, furious, lunged at the server and began pounding on him:
“You bastard! Look what you’ve done to our Miss!”

 

Fu Siyi, holding back her pain, said coldly:
“You’re beating the wrong person. You should go home and beat your own madam.”