After Getting Married to My Obsessive Older Sister - Chapter 64

Chapter 64

The first time Tan Ze heard the message, “The number you have dialed is powered off, please try again later,” she knew something was wrong.

Chu Yiqiao was a typical internet addict who never let go of her electronic devices. In all these years, Tan Ze had never seen Chu Yiqiao’s phone turned off.

Five minutes later, she made a second call. It was still off.

Tan Ze opened her app.

Mood: Sad.

The recording function activated. Tan Ze heard Chu Lingtong’s voice, followed by Chu Yiqiao’s uncontrollable sobs.

The meeting ended abruptly. Tan Ze’s face was so dark that no one needed to ask why she was leaving.

Zhao Jingxing was once again left behind to clean up the mess. Tan Ze drove back to the company alone. The sound from Chu Yiqiao’s side had become much weaker, which brought some comfort to Tan Ze’s highly-strung heart.

Just as she was about to arrive, the little yellow dot on the screen suddenly started to move. A minute later, an irrepressible sob, laced with static, came from the silent car. In the background were the startled inquiries and concerns of a taxi driver.

Chu Yiqiao sniffled, her words all muddled together: “Thank you, driver. I’m fine.”

Tan Ze’s face was cold. She silently turned the car around and sped toward home. Her foot was all the way down on the accelerator. She was photographed the entire way, and by the time she reached the community entrance, her driver’s license was gone.

The location showed that Chu Yiqiao was home. Tan Ze scanned all six surveillance cameras and couldn’t find her. She turned on the audio and could only hear Little Guai’s meows. Her heart began to pound uncontrollably, far more nervous than she had been on that afternoon when Chu Yiqiao ran off to see Chu Lingfeng.

She pushed open the front door. Chu Yiqiao’s shoes lay quietly on the floor. Her usual slippers were gone. This mundane sight paradoxically heightened Tan Ze’s unease. She tried her best to regain her composure, changed her shoes, and walked straight to Chu Yiqiao’s room.

The room was, of course, empty. Tan Ze took a deep breath and opened the closet door.

Chu Yiqiao was sitting on the neatly folded clothes, hugging Little Guai. Her tears had dried, and her long eyelashes drooped weakly.

Light suddenly streamed in. Little Guai wagged its tail and meowed. Chu Yiqiao turned her head, her face as flustered as Little Guai’s.

“Sister, you’re back,” Chu Yiqiao said weakly.

Tan Ze “hmm”ed and bent down, pulling Chu Yiqiao out. She always found a sense of security in controlling Chu Yiqiao’s movements. With that single embrace, Tan Ze’s heart suddenly calmed down.

“When you were 7, didn’t your family tell you not to hide in the closet?”

Chu Yiqiao sat on the soft mattress, turning her head away from Tan Ze: “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

Little Guai lay quietly in Chu Yiqiao’s arms, extending its tongue to gently lick Chu Yiqiao’s fingers.

Tan Ze felt a pang of regret. She should have taught Chu Yiqiao how to argue earlier. If you didn’t want to talk to someone, you just didn’t say anything. But Chu Yiqiao would say things like, “I hate you,” or “I don’t want to talk to you,” always uttering words that made people want to die.

Tan Ze sat down next to Chu Yiqiao. There were too many things weighing on her mind. Now that a small opening had finally appeared, she didn’t know where to begin.

“I’ll help you get the house back,” Tan Ze said.

Chu Yiqiao stubbornly kept her side facing Tan Ze. Tan Ze tried to hold her hand, but Chu Yiqiao’s wrist turned, slipping away.

Tan Ze’s outstretched hand hung in mid-air, feeling numb, making her want to chop it off.

Chu Yiqiao didn’t look at her: “That’s not what I want.”

Tan Ze felt breathless. In all the years they had lived together, they had had countless arguments. This was the quietest one, and also the most suffocating.

Tan Ze realized she was a lost cause. Even in this situation, her instincts still drove her to act in her best interest. She couldn’t let the other person take the lead; she couldn’t give them a chance to make demands.

Tan Ze said: “I did transfer assets, but I opened an account in your name. If you want to see, I’ll call Lawyer Bai right now. The contract is very clear…”

Chu Yiqiao’s fingers began to tremble. She had never felt so far from Tan Ze. Was she just delusional? In reality, Tan Ze didn’t understand her at all, and she didn’t really understand Tan Ze, either.

Tan Ze had entered a dead end, walking a path that was impassable from the start: “I won’t go to prison either. I did change the will, but I didn’t profit. And Chu Lingfeng… your mom had a draft at a trust fund before she passed. I confirmed it. There are no issues. We might have to go to court, but nothing bad will happen. I promise.”

Chu Yiqiao suddenly turned her head. Her amber, almond eyes were round and moist: “None of that is what I want, Sister.”

Being looked at by such a pair of eyes, Tan Ze, an atheist, felt like she was going to hell after she died.

“What do you want”—those three words rolled over and over on Tan Ze’s tongue. She couldn’t say them. It was Pandora’s box, and Tan Ze couldn’t afford the consequences.

Chu Yiqiao sniffled. She felt lonely and a bone-chilling cold. As a compensation, she hugged Little Guai tightly. The cat, in pain, let out a loud cry and broke free from Chu Yiqiao’s embrace.

“Sister, do you love me?” Chu Yiqiao asked.

Tan Ze’s face instantly turned ashen, as if the question had physically struck her.

Tan Ze knew she was being accommodated again by Chu Yiqiao. The steps were already in front of her. As long as Tan Ze nodded, Chu Yiqiao would forgive her in the next second. But precisely because of this, Tan Ze gave up on this easy question.

The room fell into a dead silence.

Sadly, Tan Ze seemed to be naturally incapable of love. Her life goals had always been clear: to live better than everyone else. Love and family were not within her considerations. It was Chu Yiqiao’s arrival that turned her entire world upside down. Tan Ze had worked hard for more than ten years and still felt she was not up to standard.

Obviously, now was not a suitable time to discuss a grand philosophical question like “What is love?” Chu Yiqiao’s heart, which she had so painstakingly pieced together, shattered into a million pieces again. Tan Ze watched Chu Yiqiao cry in front of her and began to regret it again.

“Sister,” Chu Yiqiao’s tears made it feel like a downpour in the room. Tan Ze felt like she had been struck by lightning: “I want a divorce.”

Tan Ze’s heart was torn in two by Chu Yiqiao, then stomped on the floor.

Since their wedding day, Tan Ze had often dreamed of similar scenes. Sometimes she would hurt Chu Yiqiao, and Chu Yiqiao would say she wanted a divorce; sometimes she would force Chu Yiqiao to eat lettuce, and Chu Yiqiao would say she wanted a divorce; sometimes she would pull Chu Yiqiao out of bed, and Chu Yiqiao would say she wanted a divorce.

Tan Ze thought that having these dreams often would make her immune to them, but her hands and feet were still cold. She mumbled: “Don’t say things you don’t mean. What about Little Guai?”

“Little Guai will come with me, of course,” Chu Yiqiao said so quickly, as if this scenario had played out countless times before.

Chu Yiqiao moved, trying to get up, but her body was soft. The first attempt failed. She braced herself on the mattress, intending to try a second time, but her hand was suddenly seized.

Tan Ze’s voice exploded in her ear: “Chu Yiqiao, I don’t want to divorce you.”

The moment Tan Ze hugged her, Chu Yiqiao broke into uncontrollable sobs. She didn’t understand why Tan Ze had to make everything so complicated. What she wanted was really so little, so very little.

“Why didn’t you hug me just now?” Chu Yiqiao sobbed, hiccuping. She wrapped her arms tightly around Tan Ze’s back, rubbing all her tears onto Tan Ze’s clothes: “I hate you so much…”

Tan Ze couldn’t bear to hear that mouth, which was always saying, “Sister, I like you,” utter such cold words. “I’m sorry,” she said, holding Chu Yiqiao, and started kissing from the corners of her reddened eyes, inch by inch, a pilgrimage to her soft lips.

In this situation, not resisting was the best form of tacit consent. Tan Ze didn’t expect Chu Yiqiao to respond. She gently covered Chu Yiqiao’s lips with her own.

Chu Yiqiao, still angry, bit Tan Ze’s lip with hate. Two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of Tan Ze’s eyes. The salty tears mixed with the metallic taste of blood spread in her mouth.

Chu Yiqiao sulked, deliberately not responding. This, however, played right into Tan Ze’s hands. Her head was held, and her sinful tongue was avengingly rolled around Chu Yiqiao’s tongue. The sucking and licking were very forceful, as if to punish the words it had just spoken.

Tan Ze’s hand covered Chu Yiqiao’s clitoris, and she could feel it swelling with her rapid heartbeat. Chu Yiqiao was being kissed into a daze. She gritted her teeth, trying not to pant, but this small plan was also seen through by Tan Ze.

The next second, her face was squeezed. Tan Ze used her fingers to pry open Chu Yiqiao’s jaw, playing with it. Chu Yiqiao’s cheeks were sore, and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her uncontrollable gasps gradually filled the entire room.

“I hate you,” Chu Yiqiao glared at Tan Ze, a stubbornness sparkling in her crystal-clear eyes that made one want to destroy it.

Tan Ze found herself very fragile, easily shattered by those three words. She frantically fumbled for Chu Yiqiao’s lips, blocking her words: “Don’t hate me.”

Tan Ze’s kisses traveled down, then she took her into her mouth. Her voice became muffled because of it: “I’m sorry, can you forgive me?”

They had done it just last night. Even though Chu Yiqiao was furious, she was still shamelessly and enthusiastically sucking. Tan Ze knew her too well. Chu Yiqiao had long developed a conditioned reflex. If Tan Ze wanted to, she could make Chu Yiqiao orgasm just by rubbing.

“I’m sorry” and “It’s my fault” were dispensed in bulk. Tan Ze whispered each phrase into Chu Yiqiao’s ear. Tears streamed from both of Chu Yiqiao’s eyes and were kissed away by Tan Ze.

“Forgive me,” Tan Ze said with her head buried.

No one begged for forgiveness like this. Chu Yiqiao’s breathing was intermittent. The kiss down below disoriented her even more. Tan Ze didn’t kiss her anymore after saying those three words. Her tall nose rubbed against Chu Yiqiao’s lower abdomen, and she licked the slightly trembling white stomach in front of her.

This was a complete threat!

Chu Yiqiao considered herself to have backbone. If Tan Ze wouldn’t help her, she could do it herself. After all, Tan Ze hadn’t held her wrist this time.

In this beautiful, soft territory, Chu Yiqiao silently competed with Tan Ze. She lacked experience. With more and more stimulation, unbearable gasps escaped from between her lips and teeth.

Chu Yiqiao’s room had a pet door. The noise inside was too loud, so Little Guai came running in. It jumped onto the bedside table, level by level, and looked down at its two moms.

Chu Yiqiao made eye contact with Little Guai and completely broke down, but she couldn’t stop: “Little Guai, don’t look, wuwu, ah, Sister, get her out!”

Tan Ze dutifully got out of bed, picked up the cat, and put it outside, locking the pet door.

She turned around. Chu Yiqiao was facing her, her knuckles turning whiter. This scene was more stimulating than Tan Ze’s dirtiest dreams.

Tan Ze inexplicably felt a surge of kindness. She picked Chu Yiqiao up and used her knees to support her. The person in her arms’ speed suddenly increased. Chu Yiqiao gasped with her head thrown back, her mind a blank.

“Eugh-ah!”

Chu Yiqiao collapsed, seeing Tan Ze’s rapt and devoted expression.

Tan Ze lifted Chu Yiqiao’s wrist and kissed her glistening fingertips. “So beautiful.”

“You pervert…” Chu Yiqiao wanted to shake her hand free from the pervert in front of her, but she had no strength left. She watched Tan Ze lick her clean, then effortlessly flipped her over.

Chu Yiqiao was kneeling on the mattress. This was a completely submissive position, yet the sadness in her heart was gradually washed away by a wave of surging pleasure, leaving only a full-blown fury.

Their argument wasn’t over yet. Chu Yiqiao hugged the pillow, panting and swearing: “You’re like this, mmm, I have no personal freedom anymore! I need privacy! Ah!”

Tan Ze had a guilty conscience, but that didn’t mean she would let Chu Yiqiao’s words go lightly. What did “I hate you” and “I want a divorce” mean? Chu Yiqiao never learned her lesson, still provoking her from inside.

And Tan Ze couldn’t see where Chu Yiqiao needed privacy at all. What privacy could there be for a person who needed to be held and kissed while doing it?

Tan Ze said: “I’m sorry.”

Chu Yiqiao was still swearing: scum, pervert, tyrant… Every word she said, Tan Ze doubled the effect back on her body.

Of all the ways, Chu Yiqiao hated being on her knees the most. She hugged the pillow, sobbing softly. Tan Ze was constantly aware of Chu Yiqiao’s state. When she saw her burying her entire face into the pillow, she grabbed her slender waist and pulled her back. Chu Yiqiao was shaking all over from crying, her pale face covered in a flush. Her legs were too weak to hold her up.

She was being taken care of but not held. Chu Yiqiao felt terribly wronged: “I want to get a divorce…”

This chapter was almost over, but Chu Yiqiao suddenly brought it up again. Tan Ze grabbed the skin in front of her and spanked her.

“No!” Chu Yiqiao twisted her waist to evade it. She twisted to the left, and Tan Ze spanked the left side, making it look more like she was soliciting it.

Chu Yiqiao refused to admit she was enjoying it, crying and shouting: “You’re hitting me! Domestic abuse, wuwu, I want a divorce…”

Then, Chu Yiqiao felt Tan Ze’s breath get closer. Her lips were pressed against Chu Yiqiao’s back as she spoke, her voice hoarse: “No divorce.”

Tan Ze’s spanks didn’t actually hurt, but Chu Yiqiao’s skin was sensitive. After two slaps, she couldn’t take it anymore. She leaned to one side. Chu Yiqiao lay on her side, protecting herself with her hands, finally softening: “Sister, stop hitting my butt.”

“Okay, no more hitting.”

Tan Ze flattened Chu Yiqiao, sat on her, and kissed her neck. Chu Yiqiao’s legs trembled. Tan Ze rubbed against her and whispered in her ear, her voice husky: “Don’t ever talk about divorce again.” The hot breath was sprayed all over Chu Yiqiao’s sensitive ear: “So soft. Does it feel good?”

Chu Yiqiao was kissed again. Her tongue felt numb. Her ears were filled with the sound of water. Still dwelling on Tan Ze’s earlier hesitation, she was being stubborn: “It doesn’t feel good. You don’t love me at all…”

Tan Ze gently caressed Chu Yiqiao’s reddened face, her fingertips sliding down. When Chu Yiqiao said that, she really should have seen how she looked. Tan Ze got up, allowing the space to be exposed.

Then, “Slap!”

“Ah!” Chu Yiqiao’s eyes widened. Tan Ze had promised never to hit her there again.

“Li-liar…” Chu Yiqiao’s eyelashes trembled violently: “Mmm!”

“How about now?” The second slap came quickly. Tan Ze aimed her hand.

Chu Yiqiao didn’t need to answer. Her current state was the best feedback. All her energy was focused on breathing. It was like a pebble thrown into a lake—first, there were splashing water droplets, then long ripples.

Chu Yiqiao felt like she was melting. A brilliant firework exploded in front of her. She was about to explode.

“Sister!”

Four slaps later, Chu Yiqiao completely surrendered, exhausted to the point of fainting. Tan Ze enjoyed her spoils. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, but her gray-blue eyes remained clear, staring intently at the person below her with dilated pupils. Until a sigh escaped her throat, Tan Ze hugged Chu Yiqiao tightly: “I’m sorry.”

More than “I’m sorry,” what Tan Ze really wanted to say was “Thank you.” Thank you to Chu Yiqiao for always clinging to her, the unlikeable one, and bringing so much warmth to Tan Ze, who believed she didn’t need any care.

Tan Ze’s life had been turned upside down three times.

The first time was on that afternoon when she met Chu Yiqiao.

From a very young age, Tan Ze realized she was different from others. What others needed a class to learn, Tan Ze could learn in a few minutes. While other children in the orphanage fought over toys, Tan Ze would sit in a corner reading. At that time, she looked down on everyone. Everyone was stupid.

However, these stupid people, whom Tan Ze considered far inferior to her, all had happy and harmonious families. They were the most precious treasures in the eyes of one or two people.

Tan Ze lived in this contradiction. She told herself that this was only temporary. With her ability, she would soon surpass all of them. So-called family affection was something she didn’t need at all.

Resources in the world were allocated by ability. In her youth, Tan Ze firmly believed this.

Then she met Chu Yiqiao.

A simple-minded kid who would cling to people all day, begging for hugs.

Chu Yiqiao didn’t even have to do anything. Her existence was a challenge to Tan Ze’s worldview, life values, and morals.

For a long time, Tan Ze despised Chu Yiqiao, thinking she was useless and only had Chu Lingfeng.

During the day, she would be cold to Chu Yiqiao. Chu Yiqiao would meet her with a smile.

At night, Tan Ze would lie in bed, finding it hard to fall asleep. She realized she had no right to blame Chu Yiqiao. It was Chu Yiqiao who chose her, which was why Chu Lingfeng sponsored her.

Chu Yiqiao was the first exception in Tan Ze’s life. Before, Tan Ze hated everyone because most of the people she met deserved it. Her classmates laughed at her, and her teachers despised her. They deserved it. That night, Tan Ze tossed and turned and couldn’t find any fault with Chu Yiqiao. She got up with thick dark circles under her eyes, walked out of her room, and saw Chu Yiqiao in her pajamas coming over to hug her legs again.

That was the first time Tan Ze called herself “Sister.”

Later, after spending a long time with Chu Yiqiao, Tan Ze was relieved to discover that people like Chu Yiqiao were rare. That’s good. It turned out Tan Ze wasn’t wrong. Chu Yiqiao was just too special.

Because of Chu Yiqiao, Tan Ze reluctantly added “kindness” and “sincerity” to the qualities she deemed worthy of cherishing, alongside “intelligence,” “determination,” and “self-discipline.”

But only for Chu Yiqiao.

The second time was when Chu Lingfeng passed away.

Besides Chu Yiqiao, the person who had the hardest time accepting Chu Lingfeng’s sudden death was Tan Ze.

After Chu Lingfeng’s death, the once carefree Chu Yiqiao withered overnight. It was as if a corner of her fairytale world had been torn open. Tan Ze looked through that corner and saw nothing but the coldness and greed of human nature.

How could this be?

Wasn’t Chu Yiqiao supposed to be special?

Tan Ze couldn’t understand. If fate was going to inflict such great suffering on Chu Yiqiao, why did it raise her to be so fragile and vulnerable in the first few years of her life?

The only purpose of a beautiful life was to be destroyed. The sense of peace Tan Ze had painstakingly built up collapsed again. She suddenly realized that Chu Yiqiao was the same kind of person as her. They were both people who had been treated unfairly by fate.

Chu Yiqiao should be like Tan Ze, returning the blows with ten times the force.

Tan Ze waited for a few days. She came home and saw Chu Yiqiao passed out on the sofa.

Tan Ze thought, she had to correct all of this.

Because the world was so terrible to Chu Yiqiao, she had to be twice as good to her.

The third time was in their daily interactions afterward.

Sometimes, when Tan Ze looked back, she saw her past self as a stranger, a horrifying one. She couldn’t tell when she had been successfully reformed by Chu Yiqiao. She would laugh at scripted segments in variety shows, pay attention to the symbolism of useless flowers, and care about the occasional good weather.

Perhaps, from the moment they first met, when a 13-year-old cynical Tan Ze was pestered by a 5-year-old carefree Chu Yiqiao, she was unconsciously drawn to the warmth on Chu Yiqiao’s body.

Tan Ze, who didn’t need companionship or love, received an overload of both from Chu Yiqiao. In the end, she didn’t grow into the person she had hoped to be as a child.

Every time she heard Chu Yiqiao call her “Sister,” Tan Ze felt she was no longer drifting. She no longer dwelled on being abandoned by her biological mother at birth. She had become Chu Yiqiao’s sister. They were family.

Chu Yiqiao had the superpower to love, and Tan Ze was uncontrollably attracted to Chu Yiqiao every single second. She believed that her love for Chu Yiqiao would never be as great as Chu Yiqiao’s love for her.

“I love you” was a phrase too heavy for Tan Ze. It was enough to negate the first twenty-plus years of her life.

Whenever Chu Yiqiao clung to her, when she received her flirtatious messages on WeChat, and when she was asked to do this and that upon returning home, Tan Ze didn’t hate it.

When she saw Chu Yiqiao lazily lying on the sofa at home, she saw a spot left for her, and Tan Ze didn’t mind. She secretly, secretly, felt supreme happiness.

Tan Ze held Chu Yiqiao, smelling the same shower gel scent on both of them. She closed her eyes, blinked away the tears, and kissed Chu Yiqiao’s forehead.

Chu Yiqiao’s voice was full of grievance: “Sister, I’m so sad.”

Tan Ze could feel a hole in her heart being filled. “Don’t be sad. I love you. Can we not get a divorce? Don’t leave me.”

Chu Yiqiao rarely saw Tan Ze this vulnerable. Her brain was a mess of goo from the successive orgasms, making it hard to think. All she could see were the gray-blue eyes flickering in front of her, filled with sadness, which made Chu Yiqiao feel sad, too.

Chu Yiqiao finally calmed down. She used her soft lips to kiss Tan Ze’s eyes and said: “Then you have to say ‘I love you’ a lot.”

“That way, I’ll… consider…” Chu Yiqiao buried her head in Tan Ze’s neck and fell into a deep sleep.

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