After Getting Married to My Obsessive Older Sister - Chapter 42.1

Chapter 42.1

Chu Yiqiao’s listless state lasted for a week until the specific time for the auction was confirmed, which then swept away her gloom completely.

When Chu Yiqiao received the notice, she was sitting in a specialized classroom for her major. It was already mid-to-late April. The temperature was steadily rising, and Yanjing had enjoyed a week of clear, cloudless weather.

Looking around the classroom, most people had already changed into short sleeves, but Chu Yiqiao was still wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt. The overly long sleeves drooped, and when she raised her arm, the fabric bunched at her elbow, completely covering her right arm.

During the break, the people nearby began discussing their May Day holiday plans. The discussion invariably revolved around two options: going home or traveling.

Chu Yiqiao listened, nodding occasionally. Her mind also began to wander. She simply couldn’t forget the matter of Tan Ze possibly proposing soon. She thought: May Day would actually be perfect for getting married, and they could go on a honeymoon afterward.

They’ve been to Linhang. Where should they go this time?

As Chu Yiqiao was thinking, her train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a call. She snapped out of it to find that the topic of conversation had shifted to the weather.

One person complained: “Why is this lousy school so stingy? It must be 28°C today, and they still won’t turn on the A/C.”

“They’re old-fashioned. They think they don’t need to turn it on before May Day. They don’t even look at the calendar. It’s the 21st century! Hello, global warming?”

A group of people chatted idly until someone suddenly asked Chu Yiqiao: “Xiao Qiao, aren’t you hot? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a short sleeve since freshman year.”

Chu Yiqiao had been answering this question fluently since high school. She smiled without any hang-ups: “Can’t help it. I’m allergic to UV rays, so I can’t be exposed to the sun.”

The topic shifted again. That’s when Chu Yiqiao got the call from Si Yueshan, informing her that the auction date had been finalized: April 23rd, next Wednesday, starting at 6:00 PM.

Chu Yiqiao asked about the location and other details. The content was too extensive to explain in a few words, so Si Yueshan simply sent a document.

Chu Yiqiao opened it. It was densely packed with text, with no images except for the auction house logo. She was easily overwhelmed by text, so she quickly scanned it and closed it.

Even though she didn’t read it, she replied to Si Yueshan with: Thank you, I know!

Of course, she planned to hand this document over to Tan Ze when she got home.

Chu Yiqiao lazily lay on Tan Ze’s lap. A brand new sitcom was playing on the TV across from them. It had 12 seasons, enough to watch for a very long time.

Sitcoms habitually use canned laughter. Tan Ze had always thought the laughter tracks were just for atmosphere, until she met Chu Yiqiao. Only then did she realize that some people really do laugh that much during a single episode.

For the past week, Zhao Jingxing had been busy with other things, so Tan Ze personally picked up Chu Yiqiao in the evenings, and they went home together. Since the marriage process was not progressing, Chu Yiqiao was gradually convincing herself that her current life was actually very happy.

Going out and returning home with her sister, a flourishing career, a stable emotional life—the days were leisurely and lovely.

It was still early, not yet Tan Ze’s designated “no more food or you won’t sleep tonight” time. As Chu Yiqiao pondered, she changed her posture, rolling over to lie on Tan Ze’s legs to reach for the pineapple on the coffee table. Her legs swung in relaxation. The soft cotton pajamas hugged her body. The smooth lines started from her slender back, extended down, curved up, and finally ended at the bend of her knees.

Tan Ze’s hand rested on Chu Yiqiao’s head, gently playing with her soft hair.

She held a mini tablet in her other hand, reading the document sent by Si Yueshan word-for-word.

She had already known about these details for half a month, so after just a quick glance to check for discrepancies with the information she already possessed, she patted Chu Yiqiao’s back and asked: “I finished reading. Do you want to attend? You can watch it live.”

Chu Yiqiao had been to an auction once when she was a child with Chu Lingfeng, but she was only in elementary school then and had mostly forgotten the memory. She tilted her head and countered: “Will the venue just be full of people bidding for others? That would be boring.”

“Jewelry auctions have a lot of proxy bidders,” Tan Ze said. “This auction should have the buyers present.”

Seeing Chu Yiqiao seemed to find it troublesome, Tan Ze added: “And there’s a dinner party afterward. We can grab a bite to eat, and if possible, you could chat with the person who bought your painting.”

Neither of these two points really moved Chu Yiqiao. Compared to eating at a dinner party and chatting with a buyer, Chu Yiqiao much preferred lying on her sister’s lap, eating snacks, and watching TV.

However, she still maintained the vigilance of being ready for a proposal at any moment, as she had been last week. Seeing Tan Ze insist, she agreed, sitting up and changing her posture again this time, sitting in Tan Ze’s lap.

She didn’t face away from Tan Ze; she insisted on facing her.

“What’s wrong?” The sofa was narrow, so Tan Ze wrapped her arms around Chu Yiqiao’s waist to prevent her from falling. Her hands overlapped, clasped at Chu Yiqiao’s waist. She wasn’t squeezing, but it still made that patch of Chu Yiqiao’s skin warm up.

“Sister…” Chu Yiqiao suddenly smiled. She hooked her arms around Tan Ze’s neck and pressed against her, tilting her head to kiss Tan Ze’s lips proactively.

After being in a relationship for so long, Chu Yiqiao’s skills in pouting and being sweet had steadily grown. When she wanted a kiss, she wouldn’t initiate the kiss on Tan Ze’s mouth. She would only tilt her face up and pout her lips, waiting for Tan Ze to kiss her.

Chu Yiqiao’s expression when soliciting a kiss was also quite deliberate: her eyes were closed, her fair, round face tilted up, her pink lips slightly parted her jaw slightly unclenched to make it easy for her sister to insert her tongue and for her to cooperate. A reserved smile played on the corners of her mouth. She looked adorable and aware, like a prized Persian cat.

Tan Ze knew this meant things could finally return to normal. A week had passed in a blink. She had thought a lot. She had as many excuses to postpone the plan now as she did to urge herself to marry right away previously.

A few days ago, the receptionist inexplicably received an unsigned parcel. Zhao Jingxing opened it to find a bottle of champagne symbolizing victory resting inside, of excellent quality and high value.

Anyone with half a brain could guess who sent such a disgusting stunt. Tan Ze had resolved to delay further. Bai Lu had revised the prenup no less than five times in three days. As soon as it was finally approved, Tan Ze said she didn’t need it for now. She now had a lot in common with Zhao Jingxing, who had been tasked with picking out over twenty different rings.

Tan Ze didn’t consider herself an indecisive person. In this world, who else but Chu Yiqiao could make her so conflicted?

Tan Ze’s actions were typically straightforward: useful people were utilized. If her mood was good afterward, she’d give them a few perks; if her mood was bad, she’d discard them. Useless people were kicked away.

She was not an inherently selfless person. If she lost something, she was determined to get back double somewhere else. Since she had temporarily postponed the wedding, Chu Yiqiao should give her more love as compensation.

However, Tan Ze never said this out loud. She only let Chu Yiqiao figure it out.

Since Chu Yiqiao was a little slow, what could be done? Tan Ze just had to take it herself.

So, just as Chu Yiqiao hoped, Tan Ze contracted her arms, wrapped them around Chu Yiqiao, lowered her head, and kissed Chu Yiqiao’s lips.

Since they got together, they hadn’t focused on kissing for a while due to other intimacies. For what she had planned next, Tan Ze was patient, starting with a soothing, tender lick, little by little, prying open Chu Yiqiao’s teeth.

The moment her tongue entered, Tan Ze smelled a distinctly strong pineapple flavor. The sweet and sour fruitiness, combined with the floral scent on both of them, swept away reason like a storm. Chu Yiqiao opened her mouth wide, cooperating with Tan Ze’s increasingly aggressive kissing, her tongue base being strongly sucked.

She squinted, her face no longer showing relaxed laziness. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed over, and her hands impatiently fumbled over Tan Ze’s back. She was clearly ready to go further.

Tan Ze held her, deliberately ignoring Chu Yiqiao’s arousal and the highly suggestive, ambiguous moans, continuing to explore deeper with her tongue, trying to prolong the kiss.

Chu Yiqiao was completely strung up by the overly long kiss. Tan Ze had subtly raised Chu Yiqiao’s desire threshold for skin-to-skin contact. A simple kiss could serve as adequate foreplay, but it couldn’t satisfy her heart—especially after being provoked.

Tan Ze continued to kiss until Chu Yiqiao’s cheeks ached, her mouth unable to close or rest. Saliva trailed down the corners of her mouth to her chin. Chu Yiqiao felt very uncomfortable, but the emptiness prevented her from dwelling on the discomfort. While cooperating with Tan Ze’s kissing that far exceeded her endurance limit, she urgently reached back to grab Tan Ze’s hand, actively guiding her sister’s hand below her waistline for the first time.

Tan Ze was visibly pleased by Chu Yiqiao’s subtle move. She released her, lowered her head, and chuckled.

Chu Yiqiao was incredibly wronged. Ignoring her messy lower face for a moment, she lowered her head, frowned slightly, and very seriously began to unbutton the front of Tan Ze’s shirt.

The next second, she was abruptly lifted into the air. Chu Yiqiao was carried by the butt, step by step, toward Tan Ze’s bedroom, which had been empty for almost a week.

Tan Ze knew how soft the bed in her own bedroom was. She lifted Chu Yiqiao three centimeters into the air and immediately let go. Chu Yiqiao landed on the soft bed with a thud, bouncing twice before lying down. Her head was a little dizzy but not painful. She rolled over halfway and lay prone, looking at Tan Ze’s every move with curiosity.

Tan Ze didn’t get on the bed. She walked to the bedside table, pulled it open, and took something out to hold in her hand. Chu Yiqiao couldn’t see what it was exactly.

This action reminded her of the frenzy during those days in Linhang. Her shoulders instinctively drew inward, but she was expectant as long as it wasn’t too much.

Although, she wouldn’t say anything even if it was.

Tan Ze got on the bed. Chu Yiqiao still watched her curiously, eyes wide, clear, and innocent.

“Sister, what are you doing?”

The soft pajamas were pushed to the floor. Chu Yiqiao lay prone, her body gently shifting forward with Tan Ze’s movement. Tan Ze stroked the two dimples on Chu Yiqiao’s lower back, which had been nurtured to be less noticeable, grasped and gently pulled. Chu Yiqiao was lifted to kneel and sit in her arms.

Tan Ze slightly released her. The next second, an overly long “pearl necklace” appeared in her view. In length, it resembled the court beads from costume dramas. Chu Yiqiao roughly estimated that if she stood straight, it would hang down to her thigh.

“Sister, is this a gift for me?” Chu Yiqiao couldn’t figure out its use. She looked back at Tan Ze blankly and asked.

No words were needed. Action provided the answer.

Tan Ze held her doll, carefully and seriously looping the beads onto her, just as a little girl would dress her favorite doll. The pearls had been specially selected one by one, but once worn, it was hard to tell which was whiter. The icy beads on her skin caused a shivering cold, while the erotic implications stimulated an uncontrollable heat.

Chu Yiqiao watched silently, then suddenly understood. Her breathing instantly quickened, and two patches of deep crimson immediately flew onto her cheeks. She turned her gaze to Tan Ze’s face, stunned.

On the other side, Tan Ze was still diligently decorating her doll. The pearls of the two necklaces on her neck were slightly larger. Starting from them, several smaller strands of beads branched out. A central pendant was suspended, and the curved lines on both sides passed under her armpits, perfectly fitting her body’s curvature.

Chu Yiqiao’s face was hot. She shifted slightly in discomfort. The dangling pearl strands at her waist immediately collided, emitting a crisp sound that was intensely present in the silent bedroom.

This was too much.

But there was more to come. Tan Ze’s hand followed the doll down, her fingers clasping a strand of slightly larger beads. She guided it down and hooked it around her back to connect with the other side.

The length was perfect, with no excess, but that was precisely the worst part. It was trapped; even the smallest movement would be magnified exponentially.

Her already overburdened mind was too hot to think. Standing, sitting, lying down each had its own torturous element.

She couldn’t stay still either. The movement of her chest while breathing would cause a slight friction.

The pearls were of excellent quality, with a luster that reflected a crystalline light under the lamp.

Chu Yiqiao was so ashamed she felt she might pass out. She thought she had gotten used to this, but the reality proved otherwise. She slumped softly, burying her entire face sideways into the soft pillow.

Tan Ze toyed with the doll, as if admiring the most perfect work of art. She gently lifted one strand of beads at the side of the waist and suddenly released it. It hit her skin with barely a sound, yet it landed in Chu Yiqiao’s heart like the most perfectly coordinated touch, causing her whole body to shiver.

Only then did Tan Ze climb onto the bed, deliberately lying beside Chu Yiqiao. She reached out and pulled Chu Yiqiao’s crimson face from the pillow, forcing her to look at her.

She asked: “Baby, do you like it?”

Chu Yiqiao couldn’t give a concrete answer, only meaningless interjections escaping her lips.

The light reflected by the beads became more and more brilliant. Tan Ze pulled her up, deliberately not hugging her, but holding her shoulder, making her walk by herself.

This was the sweet version of the Little Mermaid; every step brought a stimulation no less than a prick to the heart. Chu Yiqiao only took three steps before her legs gave out, and she began to fall to the floor.

Tan Ze was prepared. She supported her waist, making her continue forward.

Then they came to the full-length mirror in the room.

Chu Yiqiao’s eyes were blurry with tears, unable to see anything clearly. She slightly raised her head, only vaguely making out two figures clinging together. One figure was held by the person behind, almost like a ball-jointed doll, practically hanging onto her.

“You are so beautiful, baby.”

Tan Ze didn’t look at the physical body but appreciated and sighed through the mirror.

Chu Yiqiao’s legs were still shaking. The room was filled with crisp clicking sounds.

“Baby, why are you crying again?” Tan Ze looked at Chu Yiqiao’s misty eyes in the mirror, pulled out a tissue, and wiped away the physiological tears.

Chu Yiqiao looked up again… this time, she saw clearly.

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