The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 68
Chapter 68
Dr. Wang wasn’t comfortable leaving Fu Siyi alone, so she rode with them back to the residence. Near the mid-mountain entrance, pale lights flickered in the distance. Aunt Ying and Cen Wan waited at the gate, faces solemn and eyes rimmed with moisture.
Fan Zhen supported Fu Siyi’s arm as they helped her out of the car. Cen Wan, eyes red, insisted on examining her injury. Fu Siyi feigned a hiss in pain so Cen Wan would relent. Together with Fan Zhen, Cen Wan guided her up the stairs.
At the elevator, Cen Wan suddenly stepped in front of Fan Zhen, gently pushing her aside:
“Fan Zhen, Dr. Wang will stay at the house a few days. You pick a guest room for her.”
Fan Zhen nodded, responding softly.
Fan Zhen, focused on aiding Fu Siyi, didn’t notice Cen Wan’s fleeting shift in expression. But Fu Siyi did—and quietly asked:
“Aunt Wan, if you diverted Jiejie away, what are you trying to tell me?”
Cen Wan led Fu Siyi into the lounge. The door was open; a large LED news display on the wall broadcasted:
“News report: A temporary hotel server, recently dumped by his longtime girlfriend, carried out violent revenge on hotel guests. Investigation is ongoing. The hotel has been ordered to close for major safety flaws. Those responsible will face legal consequences.”
Cen Wan’s eyes lingered on Fu Siyi with sadness, then hardened with resolve.
“Xia Yi—do you think Xia Chenxiao ordered this?”
Fu Siyi avoided confirmation—knowing Cen Wan’s fiery temperament, she could escalate things dangerously. She offered a calm smile:
“Aunt Wan, the police already confirmed it was the temp worker’s impulsive act. Xia Yicheng was injured too. How could her mother be behind it?”
Cen Wan said nothing. She pulled out her phone and showed a photo, zoomed in before Fu Siyi: the scalding server hunched over, acting furtively. Beside him stood a man whose posture and build unmistakably matched the Xia family’s butler. A blurry, covert snapshot.
Fu Siyi’s eyes flickered. Voice trembling, she whispered:
“Aunt Wan, you had someone tail Xia Chenxiao? When did you start the investigation?”
Cen Wan didn’t hide:
“Around the same time you did.”
Fu Siyi was stunned. She took a deep breath:
“You knew I was investigating Xia Chenxiao?”
Cen Wan gently stroked Fu Siyi’s cheek, tears glimmering in her eyes:
“Xiaoyi, from now on, stop following Xia Chenxiao. Leave the rest to Aunt Wan. I will bring her to justice, so you and Fan Zhen can be safe and happy together.”
Fu Siyi’s eyes brimmed with emotion. She thought of how, as a child, she envied others who had Omega mothers. But Aunt Wan had offered her everything—material and emotional—without reservation. She was blessed to have her.
Fu Siyi steadied herself and said:
“Aunt Wan, Xia Chenxiao is insane. I can’t let you risk yourself for me.”
“Such a silly child,” Cen Wan replied, emotion quivering on her lips.
“As long as you’re happy, I’d do anything.”
Fu Siyi bowed her head and took Cen Wan’s hand:
“I won’t let myself get hurt for nothing. I’d never put you or Jiejie in danger. Please, hold on—I have a plan…”
Leaning in, she whispered her strategy. Cen Wan’s expression briefly stiffened, then relaxed, a small smile touching the corner of her mouth. But soon her features turned solemn again:
“The plan is foolproof, but Fu Weirong… she’s fixated on winning the election.”
“She’s superficial and loud. She doesn’t know how to downplay or hide her ambition. She might be easily stabbed in the back—and she still doesn’t realize that Xia Chenxiao is that blade.”
“There was the collapse of Beicheng Bridge. Xia Chenxiao happened to be home for an ancestral visit and led the rescue effort. Everyone trapped was saved. Afterwards, she refused any interviews. The public’s favor for her has always been strong—if she ran, she’d easily surpass my mom.”
“To stop Xia Chenxiao, we can’t let her stay safely on ground level. We must lift her high—make her visible, unavoidable, trapped. Let her climb to the top… so even running away will only make her fall harder.”
Fu Siyi’s almond eyes brightened, lips curved, confidence radiating: she exuded the aura of a strategist in full command, sinking into her role. It reassured Cen Wan completely—her little Xiaoyi had grown: able to stand tall and protect those she loved.
“Aunt Wan, that alone won’t–” Fu Siyi paused in thought, then looked up at her:
“My mom said: if she wins, she’ll marry you. But if she loses… I don’t know if she would—”
Cen Wan shook her head, voice casual yet clear:
“Even if she wins, I won’t be with her. So Xiaoyi, don’t worry for Aunt Wan—do whatever you intend.”
She patted Fu Siyi’s hand:
“You said you’d take care of me when I’m old. Then I’ll live with you and Fan Zhen, okay?”
Fu Siyi’s eyes misted—they hugged tightly, and she replied in a muffled voice:
“Okay.”
…
Later, before bed, Dr. Wang came by to change the dressing, fussing over various instructions—until Fu Siyi politely saw her out, leaving Fan Zhen like a little quail tucked in a corner.
Fu Siyi turned to see Fan Zhen’s blushing embarrassment and felt a warm sweetness bloom in her eyes.
“Sister, come here.”
Fan Zhen came over and tucked her blankets:
“I’m sleeping in the next room. My phone is on. If anything comes up, just call me.”
Hearing Fan Zhen leave, Fu Siyi clung to her finger:
“Sister, don’t go.”
Fan Zhen didn’t want to leave either—she wished they could become one—but she knew she was dangerous for Siyi and might cause her pain again.
So she stayed distant.
Fu Siyi linked their fingers:
“Sister, stay and sleep with me? Please?”
Her fingers moving gently carried a seductive undertone. Fan Zhen, breath caught, shook her head:
“No… you’re hurt…”
Without looking up, Fu Siyi smiled faintly:
“My waist isn’t injured.”
Fan Zhen paused—then realized Siyi’s intent.
“Even when you’re hurt you’re restless—fine, I’ll go back.”
Fu Siyi, heat behind her fingers, pulled her back:
“No, honey. I can’t handle long-distance.”
Fan Zhen blinked: they were in the same house.
She tugged away: “Stop it.”
“I’m not joking.” Fu Siyi inched them closer, fingers still entwined:
“It hurts. I need you to hum for me to sleep.”
Fan Zhen nearly died of love at the gesture. She hesitated, then awkwardly stepped into the bathroom to shower, only halfway remembering no pajamas—a nurse couldn’t fetch them without exposing Siyi’s wounds. So she returned wrapped only in a towel.
Steamy hair down her shoulders, white slender legs partially visible, a blush washed over her skin. The tension between them crackled as Fu Siyi lingered, unable to look away.
Fan Zhen slipped under the covers. Fu Siyi pressed into her, head resting on her neck, silently holding her for a long time.
Fan Zhen whispered:
“Siyi, try to sleep…”
Fu Siyi’s beautiful peach-blossom eyes looked at her—but before she could speak, Fan Zhen gently placed a finger over her lips.
“Shh… sleep now—no talking.”
Fu Siyi: ??? Chatting under blankets? No way.
Her shoulder was injured, but her hand moved deftly. With little effort, she plucked off Fan Zhen’s towel, exposing smooth white skin beneath.
Fan Zhen was too stunned to resist and too concerned about Jar Siyi’s wound to move. Rigid, she whispered:
“At this point—how can you still be thinking about doing bad things?”
“Sister, you promised.” Fu Siyi tilted her head, long lashes closing, looking soft, gentle—but the way her grasp tightened told Fan Zhen she wasn’t a gentle lamb after all.
“I have a recording; you can’t deny it.” Fu Siyi’s lips brushed her ear in a soft smoky tone:
“Sister… it’s awake.”
Fan Zhen frowned at “what’s awake?”—then felt Fu Siyi’s fingertip brushing…
her erogenous gland. The sweet scent of her own cake (amirite?) and melty cream wafted over. Her pheromones rose, unbidden—evidence of her suppressed desire.
Her eyes glistened, moisture at the corners, anger turned attraction in that heated stare.
Fu Siyi let out a low laugh.
She loved seeing Fan Zhen’s neck flushed, yet still holding the posture of a mature sister.
Fan Zhen sensed the teasing, closed her eyes, eyelashes trembling—struggling to hold back both emotion and arousal.
Fu Siyi kissed her forehead, nose, lips:
“Sister, look at me.”
Fan Zhen kept her eyes closed, unwilling to open them.
But Fu Siyi had plenty of tricks.
She bit a soft piece of cake, creamy sweetness melting—a velvety sensation, seductively pulled in with each inhale. Delicious beyond description.
“Siyi…”
Fan Zhen finally opened her eyes and met Fu Siyi’s warm gaze, entranced by her devotion.
The room was silent; every breath amplified.
Fu Siyi began the first step of making tonight’s intoxicating elixir:
Collecting dewdrops from flower petals herself—knowing they tasted sweeter and more fragrant than the dew on leaves.
She walked to the secluded flower valley, paused amid lush blooms, and gently gathered only dewdrops from petals—avoiding leaves. The gathered droplets glistened between her fingertips.
Fan Zhen’s face flushed, tears quietly welling:
“Siyi, closer…”
But Fu Siyi stayed unhurried, moving on to the next step:
mashing steamed rice grains.
Fan Zhen lay under the soft yellow light. Even her tear-streaked cheeks took on a pale rosy glow, each joint arching softly like a new moon.
She was losing her mind.
“Siyi, closer—okay?” Fan Zhen offered her lips again, breath scented with orchids:
“I want more… morning and dusk, please give me everything.”
“You will,” Fu Siyi whispered. They pressed close.
Fu Siyi’s kiss landed between her lips:
“Sister… I’m hurt. If I don’t perform well…”
Fan Zhen cradled her face, lightly biting her lip with an expression so entrancing that it stopped her heart:
“It’s okay. I can move myself.”
…
Under the careful care of everyone, Fu Siyi’s wounds healed quickly. Only scattered scars remained on her fair skin. Dr. Wang explained that with current medical techniques, even scar removal surgery would only minimize visibility—not fully erase them. Siyi would have to say goodbye to sleeveless or off-shoulder styles forever.
Fan Zhen choked back tears at the news—but Siyi wasn’t bothered. She rested her arm around Fan Zhen’s shoulder and smiled softly:
“As long as you don’t reject me.”
Fan Zhen hugged her waist, face brushing her chest:
“Idiot. How could I reject you?”
Just then, Aunt Ying brought in two female Alpha bodyguards:
“These two were recommended by Ai Qing. They have field experience.”
Fan Zhen looked up: tall women nearly 1.8 m, strong limbs—looked formidable.
Fu Siyi scanned them briefly and nodded:
“From now on, I trust you two with my wife’s safety.”