The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Huan-jie walked forward with her head lowered. Just as she was about to reach the spiral staircase, Fan Zhen suddenly cried out, “Ouch!”

Xiaoju, who was crouched under the lower shelf, heard the sound and immediately straightened up. “What happened? What’s wrong?” she asked.

Huo Fanzhen rubbed her forehead and pretended to be dizzy. “Sister Xiaoju, my legs went numb from squatting. Could you help me up?”

While helping her up, Xiaoju complained in a low voice, “This is such a waste of time… None of us even know how to read Ramu script… How long is it going to take to find it… Hey, hey, hey, Fanzhen, what’s wrong? Stand still, don’t fall…”

Fan Zhen staggered deliberately, pretending to lose her balance. Xiaoju caught her with one hand and had to brace herself against the bookshelf with the other.

That hand happened to land on the third shelf.

Just then, Fan Zhen “fainted” against her shoulder. The force of her movement caused Xiaoju’s left hand to knock over the books on the third shelf, and the book written in Ramu script, along with several others, fell to the ground.

As Huan-jie walked past the bookshelf, something suddenly dropped in front of her. She looked closely—and saw the very book that had gone missing.

Though she couldn’t read Ramu, the book’s cover was highly distinctive: a bright red background featuring an eagle clutching a human. She remembered it clearly.

Overjoyed, Huan-jie picked up the book and waved it excitedly. “It’s this one! I found it! I found it!”

Xiaoju froze, turning to look at Huan-jie. The two women made eye contact.

The other servants, hearing the commotion, gathered around, all looking relieved.

Fan Zhen and Xiaoju stood face-to-face. Fan Zhen looked between her and Huan-jie, then grabbed Xiaoju’s shoulders, shaking them joyfully. Her eyes gleamed with “admiration.”

“Sister Xiaoju, you’re amazing! You found the book for Huan-jie!”

Xiaoju looked utterly confused.

Wait, what…?

What did she do?

Huan-jie was successfully misled and looked at Xiaoju gratefully, eyes shining. “Xiaoju, you really helped me out. I won’t forget this. I’ll make sure to save the best food in the kitchen for you.”

Xiaoju scratched her head, accepting the thanks in a daze. “It was just… a coincidence, I guess… heh…”

Huan-jie walked lightly into the study room and carefully presented the book to Fu Siyi.

“Miss, look… is this the one?”

Fu Siyi tilted her head and glanced at the book, surprised. “You found it?”

Even Ying-gu was surprised and blurted, “How did you find it?”

Huan-jie briefly explained how she had found the book and then bowed in apology. “I’m sorry, Miss. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Fu Siyi returned to her usual cool tone. “Just leave it there.”

Huan-jie placed the book on the table, bowed again, and turned to leave.

The other servants peeked into the room. Ying-gu waved them away. “Go on, get back to work.”

Fan Zhen kept her head down, trailing at the back of the group, when Ying-gu suddenly called her back. “Zhenzhen, stay for a moment.”

Fan Zhen didn’t know why she was being singled out but didn’t dare to ask. She just stood there quietly, waiting.

“From now on, you’ll be in charge of Miss’s study.”

“Me?” Fan Zhen was stunned. She looked at Fu Siyi, hoping she would object.

But Fu Siyi had already returned to work. She sat in front of her laptop, complex data scrolling across the screen.

The warm morning sun filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden halo around her figure—like a silhouette from a painting, plain but dazzling.

Fan Zhen’s heart inexplicably fluttered, though she couldn’t say why.

Fu Siyi’s silence meant approval, and Fan Zhen had no choice but to nod. “Okay.”

Ying-gu smiled and excused herself, leaving just Fan Zhen and Fu Siyi in the study.

Fan Zhen, a pampered young lady who had never done housework, was at a complete loss in the large study. Fu Siyi’s strong presence made her hands tremble even as she wiped the table.

The more nervous she was, the more clumsy she became. Her elbow accidentally knocked a crystal ornament off the desk—a deep brown orb that rolled straight onto Fu Siyi’s leg.

Startled, Fan Zhen rushed to retrieve it.

Her soft fingertips brushed Fu Siyi’s skin, warm with Alpha heat.

Fan Zhen blanked for a couple seconds, then realized how inappropriate her action was and quickly withdrew her hand. “I’m sorry, Miss, I…”

The room was heated, and Fan Zhen was already sweating. Her cheeks and palms were hot.

In contrast, Fu Siyi was calm, her voice serene and emotionless.

“It’s fine. Just continue.”

“O-Okay.” Fan Zhen let out a breath and went back to wiping the ornament.

Fu Siyi smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes, and her fingers touched something soft in her pocket.

It was the Christmas stocking Fan Zhen had made.

She took out the orange-yellow petals from the sock and sniffed them—the fragrance was faint.

What flower had made her sleep so well that night?

Fu Siyi hesitated for a few seconds, then couldn’t help calling out, “Fan Zhen…”

Fan Zhen paused and turned her head. “Yes, Miss?”

Fu Siyi lifted the stocking. “The Christmas sock is cute. The flowers smell lovely too.”

“I just… borrowed them from the Fu family garden. The flower shop said it’s a new variety.” Fan Zhen smiled, soft and gentle like a mountain stream. “It’s called ‘Finger Chrysanthemum.’ It helps with sleep… Grandma said you don’t sleep well, so I thought maybe it’d help…”

Fu Siyi was surprised. “You know herbal medicine?”

“No, not at all,” Fan Zhen quickly replied, her long lashes trembling as she lowered her gaze to hide her nervousness. “It’s a common flower back in Yuan Country. Older people use it for tea when they have trouble sleeping.”

Fu Siyi gave a neutral “Mm” and added, “You don’t have money. Don’t feel like you need to give me gifts.”

“Christmas gifts are for exchanging.” Fan Zhen understood Su Country customs and wanted to give her blessings to Fu Siyi.

Fu Siyi glanced at her and asked, “There’s no Christmas in Yuan Country. How do you know this?”

“I heard from Xiaoju that gifts should be exchanged so the blessing can be delivered properly.”

Fu Siyi’s lips curled slightly. “Looks like… you’re adjusting quite well in the Fu household.”

Fan Zhen smiled, a little shy. “Everyone has been very kind to me…”

Just then, Ying-gu came upstairs and knocked lightly on the door.

“What is it?” Fu Siyi asked.

“Miss Song Xian and a few of your classmates have arrived. They’re waiting in the front hall.”

“No need to bring them up. I’ll go down.”

Fu Siyi closed her laptop and walked toward the elevator, Ying-gu following behind.

As the elevator doors opened, Fu Siyi turned slightly. “Ying-po, have Fan Zhen bring over some drinks. Ask what everyone wants.”

“Of course.”

Ying-gu answered respectfully, but Fan Zhen clearly saw a flicker of reluctance on her face.

She was confused.

When Ying-gu turned to her, she wore the same expression, but it lingered. After a long pause, she said, “Zhenzhen, just bring the drinks and come back. If those rich girls try to chat with you, ignore them, okay?”

Fan Zhen didn’t understand why, but nodded obediently. “Okay, I understand.”

…

Fu Siyi walked out of the elevator with light steps. Fang Songxian greeted her with a smile. “Wow, Fu Siyi, didn’t expect you to welcome us personally.”

Fu Siyi gave her a look. “You think everyone’s like you? We went out of our way to visit you, and you were still in bed.”

Ai Qing added, “Not her fault. She spent the whole night partying with Omegas. Of course, she needed sleep.”

“Shut up.” Fang Songxian elbowed her. “It’s a bar, not a diner. Who drinks in the morning?”

They all laughed and took the elevator up to the second-floor lounge.

From the hallway came the sound of wheels rolling over the carpet, getting closer.

“Miss, the drinks are here.”

Ai Qing suddenly stiffened.

She was a sound engineer and highly sensitive to voices.

How could someone have a voice like that?

Soft, clean, healing… noble, untouched by the mundane.

She couldn’t find the right words—this voice made her heart tremble.

She instinctively turned to look.

White shirt, black knee-length skirt, hair coiled in a neat bun under a uniform hat.

Fu family maids wore matching uniforms. They had to be tidy, especially when receiving guests.

But it wasn’t the uniform that caught Ai Qing’s eye—it was how she wore it, like a character out of anime. Innocent yet sexy, the perfect combination.

Fan Zhen pushed the cart over and placed fresh juice on the table.

Fang Songxian noticed everyone staring and turned to look—and couldn’t take her eyes off either.

Fu family’s rules were strict. No heavy makeup. She couldn’t tell if the girl wore any at all.

If beauty like that was natural, makeup brands might as well go out of business.

She had this otherworldly grace—“clothes make the person” didn’t apply. She could wear rags and still look divine.

After serving the drinks, Fan Zhen stepped back beside Fu Siyi, waiting for orders. “Miss…”

Fu Siyi lifted her eyes. “Fan Zhen, have the kitchen send up some desserts.”

“Yes.”

Fan Zhen remembered Ying-gu’s warning and didn’t linger. She bowed and left.

As the cart rolled away, Fang Songxian couldn’t resist grabbing Fu Siyi’s arm. “Xiao Yi, who was that girl?”

“Her name’s Fan Zhen. She’s our new maid,” Fu Siyi replied, sipping her juice.

Ai Qing leaned in. “Obviously a maid. She’s wearing a uniform. We mean, where did you find her?”

Initially unwilling to explain, Fu Siyi realized they wouldn’t drop it. Rather than let them investigate, she told them everything.

“But keep it quiet,” she warned. “If word gets out, Fan Zhen will be deported, and I’ll get in trouble too.”

“She’s like a goddess! No way I’d let that happen,” Fang Songxian said solemnly, raising three fingers. “I swear, if I spill the secret, may I… may I die alone.”

Fu Siyi was about to say “That’s not necessary,” when the others joined in, swearing oaths.

Afterward, Ai Qing gave her a teasing look. “So that’s why you left the Christmas party early. Hiding a treasure at home, huh?”

Fu Siyi scowled. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

Ai Qing grinned. “Don’t be shy. You took her in because she’s gorgeous, right?”

Fu Siyi’s voice turned cold. “She was covered in dirt that day. I couldn’t even see her face.”

Ai Qing leaned in. “But now you’ve seen her… wouldn’t you like to keep her as a little lover?”

Fu Siyi’s tone grew even icier. “Ai Qing, what do you take me for? I didn’t help her because of how she looks, and I certainly have no ulterior motives.”

Fang Songxian pushed Ai Qing aside and sat next to Fu Siyi. “What are you saying? Xiao Yi isn’t some immoral person. If she wanted her, would she make her a maid?”

Then she changed her tone and hugged Fu Siyi’s shoulder. “Hey… can we talk about something?”

Fu Siyi remained stone-faced. “What?”

Fang Songxian lowered her voice. “Could you… give Fan Zhen to me?”