After Getting Married to My Obsessive Older Sister - Chapter 42.2

Chapter 42.2

“Ah!”

“Sister, I don’t want to look anymore, can we go back?” Chu Yiqiao quickly surrendered, her fingers gripping Tan Ze’s arm turning white with tension.

Tan Ze gently refuted Chu Yiqiao’s plea: “Just one look. It’s truly beautiful.”

As soon as she spoke, Tan Ze supported her and moved a few steps closer. The reduced distance made the details clearer. Chu Yiqiao stood still, like a delicate ball-jointed doll.

She watched. This time, she saw exactly how the pearl strands delineated the doll’s curves and how they were deeply embedded into the doll’s body.

Chu Yiqiao struggled to turn her back, to escape this almost omnipresent sense of being watched.

The next second, Chu Yiqiao was pressed against the mirror.

The icy touch made her shiver all over.

The pearl strands were brushed aside, followed by the sound of unwrapping and a faint, subtle moistness.

The ubiquitous gaze formed a prison unique to Chu Yiqiao alone.

She finally understood why her sister had suddenly thought of buying a brand new rug yesterday. All their movements were confined to this circle with a radius of less than one meter. This was the first time Chu Yiqiao viewed it from a third-person perspective.

So this is what it looked like. She had seen it, and she would never forget it.

Closing her eyes wasn’t an option either. Tan Ze would describe everything, using nearly unrepeated adjectives. Chu Yiqiao’s responses became shorter each time, but she kept her eyes open for the entire process.

Tan Ze excessively pursued fairness. She laid Chu Yiqiao flat on the rug and kissed her with different lips, making Chu Yiqiao watch how their lips fused and how Chu Yiqiao’s saliva once again dampened the connection.

In a trance, Chu Yiqiao was transported back to that night in Linhang. That time was mostly physical; this time, it was more mental. Tan Ze’s preparation was still insufficient; she hadn’t given Chu Yiqiao enough time to accept it.

Finally, after the second time, Chu Yiqiao broke down for the first time in a while. She turned her head away and began to cry hysterically, sobbing until she started coughing.

Tan Ze hugged her and soothed her while still kissing her: “Are you uncomfortable?”

Where did all these tears come from? Tan Ze wondered. Is Chu Yiqiao’s heart as sour as the pineapple that had been soaked in saltwater? Didn’t she claim she didn’t know anything and didn’t care about anything?

Stop crying.

Tan Ze didn’t grab a tissue, using her own kisses to wipe away the hot tears streaming down Chu Yiqiao’s face. Chu Yiqiao seemed to find comfort in this gesture. Her crying gradually subsided, punctuated by continuous whispers of “Sister, Sister.”

Tan Ze sighed softly and carried Chu Yiqiao back to bed, comforting her gently, but still didn’t remove the beads. She subtly played with the strands until the person in her arms’ breathing quickened again. Tan Ze kissed her lips, giving her gentle kisses and cruel touches.

Sex is the shortest path to love. Tan Ze was well aware of this. Stroking Chu Yiqiao’s slippery skin, she thought of this as her method of controlling Chu Yiqiao.

But what about Chu Yiqiao? What did she think when she was lost in the moment?

How much weight did Tan Ze truly hold in her heart? Was it enough for her to abandon all her principles for her?

Chu Yiqiao was already delirious in the later stages. Lying in Tan Ze’s arms, she couldn’t stop trembling. Not only did she not remember how the beads were finally removed, but she also forgot how they managed to shower and get back into bed.

The next day, both of them were swollen. Chu Yiqiao touched herself and was startled by the unfamiliar sensation. She didn’t need to look to know what it looked like. She felt Tan Ze had gone too far and buried her face in the pillow, wailing: “Is it broken? What if it never goes back to normal?”

Wailing and wailing, her fuzzy head ended up on Tan Ze’s lap again. Tan Ze knew immediately that Chu Yiqiao wanted to be held. She was both amused and pained. She patted her back to comfort her, making many promises, such as always giving her a heads-up and assuring her that it wasn’t broken.

Fortunately, it was Saturday, and the two of them stayed home for another day.

Chu Yiqiao held the auction catalog, browsing the lots. This was a painting and calligraphy auction. The quality could only truly be appreciated offline.

Chu Yiqiao looked through it like a picture book. When she found something interesting, she would share it with Tan Ze, chattering on about various professional terms.

Because of Chu Yiqiao, Tan Ze had specifically studied oil painting, so she could understand. But she genuinely lacked artistic appreciation ability. So, she simply nodded at every sentence Chu Yiqiao spoke. With her highly deceptive, serious expression, she managed to successfully fool Chu Yiqiao.

While they were looking, another phone call came in. Tan Ze went to the balcony to answer it. The thick glass door blocked most of the sound. Chu Yiqiao forced herself to look away from Tan Ze, refocusing on the colorful auction catalog in front of her.

On the other side, Tan Ze hung up and returned. Chu Yiqiao noticed a slight look of gravity on her sister’s face and proactively introduced a new topic: “Sister, what are we having for lunch?”

In the blink of an eye, Tan Ze returned to her usual demeanor. She remembered the meal they hadn’t managed to make in Linhang. She looked at Chu Yiqiao and suddenly said: “Chu Yiqiao, I’ll cook some noodles for you.”

Chu Yiqiao immediately sat up, kneeling on the sofa and leaning over to look at Tan Ze. Her voice was full of disbelief: “Sister, you’ll cook for me yourself?”

Tan Ze nodded.

Chu Yiqiao knew Tan Ze could cook, but she had rarely been in the kitchen in recent years because the company was so busy. She thought for a few seconds and asked: “We don’t seem to have any ingredients at home.”

Tan Ze had just looked away from the screen in her hand: “I ordered delivery. It will arrive shortly.”

The apartment was in a prime location, and the delivery soon brought all the necessary ingredients to their door.

Chu Yiqiao lay on the dining table, watching Tan Ze’s busy back in the kitchen.

Tan Ze had changed clothes after getting up, wearing simple loungewear. She was wearing an apron, the bow at the back tied by Chu Yiqiao symmetrical and perfect, tightly outlining her slender waist.

Her hair wasn’t smoothed down as it was for work. She had casually swept it up into an explosive messy bun. Many loose strands framed her temples and neck, giving her a messy, lazy, and soft domestic aura.

It was not a compromise or a whim; Chu Yiqiao genuinely felt happy at this moment. What she sought was never complicated just the warmth of a home.

Dried noodles cook quickly. Within minutes, a distinct aroma filled the air. Tan Ze also fried two perfect, round eggs for both of them, golden around the edges and invitingly colored.

Chu Yiqiao stood up and took dozens of photos of the two bowls of ordinary noodles. Tan Ze held her bowl, watching her helplessly, and reminded her in time: “If you don’t eat now, the noodles will get soggy.”

The last photo she took was of Tan Ze taking off the apron.

Chu Yiqiao took her bowl and used her chopsticks to pick up the round, sun-like fried egg, surprised to find many oval-sliced sausages hidden beneath it. She looked up at Tan Ze’s bowl, which only had simple greens and the egg, no sausage.

Tan Ze noticed Chu Yiqiao’s surprised gaze and thought Chu Yiqiao was being picky and disgusted again. She said: “I haven’t cooked meat in so long. I can’t guarantee the quality. And if the meat isn’t cooked properly, you’ll get sick. We’ll try another time.”

Chu Yiqiao nodded. Her first bite wasn’t the fried egg, but the sausage hidden underneath.

To be honest, she rarely ate this kind of sausage. Chu Yiqiao was never short of money. Even during her intensive high school art training when everyone else was eating instant noodles, Chu Yiqiao added things like soft-boiled eggs.

It was her first time eating it, and she didn’t expect it to taste so good. Was it because of the sausage, or just because it was hidden?

Tan Ze suddenly spoke: “When I was in first or second grade, I desperately wished I could eat a bowl of noodles like this. At that time, the most luxurious meal I could imagine was instant noodles with sausage. I stopped thinking about it later. I was too young before, and my thoughts were too childish.”

This was the content Chu Yiqiao had been longing to hear, but the moment she opened her mouth, the sorrow hit her so hard she didn’t want to hear anymore.

“Sister,” Chu Yiqiao pouted at Tan Ze and spoke softly: “It tastes so good.”

Tan Ze picked up some noodles to eat, frowning slightly. Why was it so bland? Her palate had also become spoiled over the years. The Mingcheng cafeteria was a hundred times better than this.

Chu Yiqiao still said it tasted good. Perhaps last night was truly too much; her mind was broken.

Tan Ze finally looked up to see the person across from her.

The sight was alarming. Chu Yiqiao lowered her eyes, her eyelashes hung with a string of glistening water droplets. She looked incredibly wronged. With a blink, large tears splashed into the noodle soup. The salty tears made the noodles taste bitter.

Oh my god, why is she crying again?

It’s one thing to cry when we’re making love, but why is she crying while eating noodles?

When Tan Ze said those things, she did intend to reminisce about the past and comment on the vast difference in living quality between then and now, but the takeaway was supposed to be how good life was now, so Chu Yiqiao should enjoy it even more.

She never expected Chu Yiqiao to focus on the past. Just by looking at her expression, Tan Ze knew what Chu Yiqiao was thinking: My sister used to be so poor, life was so hard.

This was not what Tan Ze intended.

Tan Ze found herself increasingly unable to stand Chu Yiqiao’s tears.

She walked to her side, cupped Chu Yiqiao’s face in her hands, and looked into her eyes, saying seriously: “Chu Yiqiao, why are you crying?”

“The past is already over. No one can ever go back in time. The private dining you had last night was enough for 300 bowls of these noodles. Don’t cry over hardship that can’t be fixed. It’s not worth it. I, and you, will never have to live that kind of life again.”

“Sister…” Hearing Tan Ze say this, Chu Yiqiao couldn’t hold it in any longer. She looked at her with wide, pitiful eyes.

Tan Ze had no choice but to wipe away Chu Yiqiao’s tears. The two of them then shared the remaining noodles that were originally meant for Tan Ze.

The Wedding Sign

On Sunday, Chu Yiqiao went out with Tan Ze as usual. Assistant Zhao had finally finished her tasks. She arrived early in the morning on her electric scooter to drive the cold-faced boss and the young lady.

Chu Yiqiao had taken yesterday off, so she had to go to the studio today to make up the hours. Tan Ze coldly printed her documents, thinking that Chu Yiqiao hadn’t listened to a word she said.

Tan Ze’s point was clearly that she was incredibly capable and earned a lot of money, and Chu Yiqiao should just lie back and enjoy it that’s what good fortune looked like.

Yet, Chu Yiqiao woke up this morning and announced that she wanted to work hard to “share Sister’s burden,” which irritated Tan Ze enough to bite her cheek.

Work ended at 11:00 AM. Chu Yiqiao walked out of the studio with her bag, in high spirits. The car with the familiar license plate was already parked by the roadside, waiting.

Lin Jie happened to come out with Chu Yiqiao this time. She stood in place, watching with a complicated expression as Chu Yiqiao skipped towards the un-subtle luxury car. She held a large set of keys and turned to start her beloved small electric scooter.

“Jingxing Jie, good noon!” Chu Yiqiao got into the passenger seat. The car’s central control automatically connected to her Bluetooth.

She was looking down, selecting a song, when she noticed the car’s navigation displayed on the screen. The route was not going toward the company.

“Jingxing Jie, aren’t we going to the company?”

Zhao Jingxing saw Chu Yiqiao looking, increased the screen brightness, and said: “I’m taking you to eat first. Your sister has already booked the restaurant. After that, we’re going to try on clothes. Didn’t you say you were going to the auction?”

Oops!

A thought suddenly popped into Chu Yiqiao’s head.

She understood. She really understood everything.

Sex, cooking for her, telling her about the past, taking her to a restaurant, buying new clothes.

This is exactly…!!!

“Why are you so happy? Is it because of the new clothes?” Zhao Jingxing looked at Chu Yiqiao with amusement, surprised that the young lady was still so childish even after falling in love.

“No,” Chu Yiqiao shook her head, then suddenly leaned in and whispered: “Jingxing Jie, you know…”

Zhao Jingxing looked at Chu Yiqiao expectantly.

“Sister is going to propose to me on Wednesday!”

Zhao Jingxing: ?

Hold on, nobody told me that.

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