The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Dr. Wang had heard over the phone that Fu Siyi had been scalded by hot oil. She assumed it was just like last time — some minor splash while cooking. But the moment she saw Fu Siyi’s back with her own eyes, she couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.

“How… how did it get this bad?”

Fu Siyi’s face was beyond pale — so much so that words couldn’t describe it. She was in such pain that she could barely stand, yet she was still comforting Fan Zhen:
“Jiejie, I’m fine. Just wait for me outside. I’ll come out as soon as they finish treating the wound.”

Fan Zhen had severe hemophobia, especially when the injury involved someone she loved. Even breathing became difficult — it felt as though her organs were being twisted apart. Her entire body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

She had never hated herself more than in this moment — she could do nothing but shake.
“No… I want to come in and stay with you.”

Fan Zhen bit hard on her trembling arm, trying to calm herself down.

Dr. Wang noticed and quickly grabbed Fan Zhen’s wrist, gently persuading her:
“Listen to Xiaoyi. If you go in, it’ll only hinder the treatment.”

Then she instructed the two nurses,
“This young lady has hemophobia. Begin desensitization therapy.”

The nurses led Fan Zhen to another room, and after treatment, she gradually calmed down. But when she recalled Fu Siyi throwing herself into harm’s way to protect her, the tears flowed again, unstoppable.

Fan Zhen couldn’t understand it — how could Fu Siyi have reacted with such speed and strength, shielding her like that with her back?

It was like she was always prepared to protect her at any moment.

Fan Zhen quickly got off the treatment bed and rushed, in slippers, to see Fu Siyi.

The door to the wound-cleaning room was open. Fu Siyi’s injury had been treated, her back and neck wrapped in layers of gauze. Even through the thick wrapping, bl00d still seeped through the white fabric in blotches — clear proof of how painful the treatment must’ve been.

Fan Zhen felt like her heart was being crushed. She bit her lip until it bruised, holding back tears as she slowly approached Fu Siyi and asked softly:
“Does it hurt?”

Seeing Fan Zhen’s red-rimmed eyes filled with guilt and worry, Fu Siyi forced a smile and replied playfully,
“No, it doesn’t.”

Fan Zhen said nothing. The tears she’d been holding back suddenly flooded out. She just stared at Fu Siyi, silently crying, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Seeing her cry like that completely rattled Fu Siyi. She pulled her into a tight hug:
“Jiejie, it really hurts…”

The pain was real, but holding Fan Zhen in her arms, safe and sound, made her heart feel as though it was soaking in a warm spring — wrapped in flowing heat and comfort.

As long as her jiejie was unharmed, a few wounds meant nothing.

Fan Zhen didn’t dare touch her shoulders or back, so she gently wrapped her arms around Fu Siyi’s waist, resting her cheek against her chest. That was the only way she could feel a sliver of security.
“You know it hurts, yet you still shielded me. Are you stupid? Don’t you ever do that again…”

Fu Siyi pressed her cheek against Fan Zhen’s soft hair and whispered, voice low but firm:
“Jiejie, I won’t let anyone hurt you. No matter what, I’ll always stand in front of you.”

Fan Zhen stared at her, dazed. A single tear slid from the corner of her eye to her collarbone, and her voice choked with emotion:
“What’s so good about me? Why would you risk your life to protect me?”

Even her own biological father didn’t want her — he treated her like an object, selling her off again and again.

Fan Zhen felt she was unworthy — how could she possibly deserve someone like Fu Siyi?

Fu Siyi deliberately pulled a dramatic face and teased:
“Being overly modest is just another form of arrogance, you know? How are you not good? You speak seven languages, understand pharmacology, cook, design Hanfu better than stores sell, play the piano, the pipa… more than a dozen instruments! And best of all, you also…”

Fan Zhen was just about to say, “I’m not that great…” when Fu Siyi paused, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Fan Zhen tilted her head and asked softly,
“What else can I do?”

Fu Siyi’s peach-blossom eyes sparkled with amusement:
“Jiejie also knows… how to do a striptease.”

Fan Zhen froze for two seconds, realizing she was being teased. She glared at her in mock anger:
“…I knew I shouldn’t be nice to you.”

“But I want you to be nice… Jiejie, pamper me more…” Fu Siyi lifted her eyes obediently, biting her lip like a pitiful little thing.
“Jiejie, can you blow on it for me?”

Fan Zhen glanced around. No one else was in the room. She hesitated for a moment.
“You’re not a kid anymore. What’s this ‘blow on it’ nonsense…”

Fu Siyi’s pretty eyes were misted with tears, as fragile as a piece of tofu that might fall apart at a touch. Her tone was heartbreaking:
“But Jiejie… it really hurts…”

Fan Zhen’s heart melted completely. She knew full well this was just her little puppy’s trick, but still leaned in — only to have her chin grabbed the moment she got close to her shoulder.

In the next second, her lips were taken — swallowed in Fu Siyi’s deep kiss.

…

Meanwhile, Xia Chenxiao had heard that her beloved daughter had been burned and, despite not fully recovered herself, rushed back from Z City.

The butler, knowing he’d failed in his duties, was already waiting anxiously at the door. As Xia Chenxiao stepped out of the business vehicle, her icy gaze made him shudder uncontrollably.

“How useless can you be? Can’t even handle a maid, and ended up getting Miss injured instead. What do I even need you for?”

The butler followed nervously behind her:
“We were so close to succeeding. One pot of boiling oil — the maid’s face would’ve been ruined. Who knew the Fu family’s young lady would suddenly rush in… and ended up getting Miss hurt instead. Madam, we planned everything — every possible outcome accounted for — it should’ve been foolproof. We just never expected that Miss Fu would… would throw herself in front like that. Madam, I am willing to accept punishment.”

Xia Chenxiao looked at him coldly, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes:
“We’ll settle your account later. Tell me — what did the hotel staff say?”

The butler replied cautiously:
“The server was handed over to the police by the hotel…”

Xia Chenxiao shot him a sharp look, and he quickly added:
“Don’t worry, Madam. That server’s father is still in our hands. He won’t dare speak. The police won’t trace it back to us.”

Xia Chenxiao was used to these kinds of schemes — she feared nothing. The only one she truly worried about was Xia Yicheng.

“You said on the phone that Miss hasn’t eaten for two days. What’s going on?”

The butler lowered his head:
“Since she returned from the hospital, Miss locked herself in her room. She won’t even open the door for the housekeeper. We couldn’t get any food in. We were scared something might happen… that’s why we called you.”

Xia Chenxiao’s voice grew cold and ominous:
“Useless trash.”

She quickly went upstairs and paused outside Xia Yicheng’s room. She knocked gently.
“Yicheng, mommy’s back. Open the door and let me in, okay?”

No response.

She pressed her ear to the door — not a sound, not even the usual crash of glass.

She used the spare key and quietly entered.
“Baby, mommy’s coming in…”

She instinctively dodged to the side — normally, a small bottle would come flying. But this time, the room was eerily quiet.

She frowned, cautiously stepping forward, avoiding imaginary shards — but the floor was spotless.

She checked the vanity: perfumes, cosmetics — all intact. The wardrobe? Bags and jewelry untouched.

This abnormal calm made Xia Chenxiao uneasy.

She slowly moved further in. No one on the bed. Her heart skipped a beat. She called out several times with no reply. Just as she was about to alert the staff, a low, listless voice came from the corner.

“Mom, I’m here.”

She finally saw her daughter curled in the corner and rushed to help her up.
“The floor’s cold — your wounds haven’t healed. You have to take care of yourself. You haven’t eaten — you’ll make yourself sick.”

Xia Yicheng shook off her hand.
“Let me be. Better to starve to death.”

Though ruthless to others, Xia Chenxiao adored her only daughter. Her heart ached hearing these words.
“Don’t say that, baby. If you die, how could I go on living? If you’re unhappy, why not go out with friends to buy—”

“Even if I bought the whole world, I still wouldn’t be happy…”

Xia Chenxiao fell silent. She reached out to check her wounds but was pushed away.

Xia Yicheng slowly lifted her head, staring at her mother as if seeing her for the first time, with a look that made Xia Chenxiao’s scalp prickle. Then she let out a cold laugh:
“You tried to hurt someone, and it backfired on your own daughter. Isn’t that karma?”

Xia Chenxiao’s expression froze, her smile fading into something dark and eerie.
“She just got lucky this time. Next time, we’ll see.”

Xia Yicheng turned pale, horrified.
“It was really you? How could it be? You never even dared hold a gun. Every time I asked you to get revenge for me, you told me to be peaceful, to value friendship… You’re timid and cowardly. How could you do something like this?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Xia Chenxiao’s gaze grew colder.
“Shen Tian framed you — the next day, she was marked by three Alpha thugs and had her face destroyed. Who do you think did that? I sent them.”

“And that Omega who kept clinging to Fu Siyi, making you upset — she ‘committed suicide’ by jumping off the school building. But in truth, I had someone push her, then paid off the witnesses.”

“And Fu Weirong’s attack — that was also me…”

“You…” Xia Yicheng trembled, covering her ears in terror. “You’re a monster… you’re terrifying…”

“Don’t be afraid, baby!” Xia Chenxiao pulled her into her arms, stroking her back soothingly.
“I’d never hurt you. I’m cruel to others, but I’d give everything for your happiness.”

Xia Yicheng looked up, eyes filled with tears.
“No, mom… don’t hurt Xiaoyi… don’t hurt her…”

“I won’t. I won’t hurt her,” Xia Chenxiao reassured her, holding her tightly.
“Once I get rid of that maid, you and Xiaoyi can be together.”

Xia Yicheng trembled violently.
“No! Don’t go after Fan Zhen — you’ll just end up putting Xiaoyi in danger!”

She had seen with her own eyes how Fu Siyi threw herself in front of Fan Zhen. If Fan Zhen was ever in danger, Fu Siyi would give her life to protect her. Targeting Fan Zhen meant risking Fu Siyi’s safety.

Xia Chenxiao knew it too — Fu Siyi was far harder to deal with than Fu Weirong. She was smart, cautious, and calm under pressure. Even such a flawless plan had been ruined by her — next time wouldn’t be any easier.

Xia Yicheng grabbed her mother’s arm tightly, eyes pleading:
“Mom, don’t hurt Aunt Fu. Don’t go after Fan Zhen… Xiaoyi said… if anything happens to Fan Zhen, she’ll never forgive me…”

For the first time, Xia Chenxiao felt powerless. She sighed:
“Silly girl… do you really love Fu Siyi that much?”

Xia Yicheng threw herself into her arms, sobbing:
“There’s no hope. I can’t be with her. It hurts so much, Mom… what do I do?”

“Don’t cry, baby. I have a plan. Listen—”

Xia Yicheng was deeply touched, hugging her mother tightly:
“But… it’s such a sacrifice for you…”

Xia Chenxiao lovingly stroked her hair.
“I promised your mummy I’d give you the best of everything. As long as you’re happy, I’ll do anything.”

Xia Yicheng rubbed her head affectionately against her:
“You’re the best mom in the world.”

Xia Chenxiao hugged her daughter tighter, voice choking with emotion:
“With those words… I’m already satisfied.”