After Getting Married to My Obsessive Older Sister - Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Chu Yiqiao woke up, opened her phone, and noticed that Tan Ze’s name in their pinned chat had been secretly changed back. It was now “WifeWife” again.

She was a little surprised, as Chu Yiqiao had seen Tan Ze’s WeChat screen, and her own name had always been a cold “Chu Yiqiao”.

She thought Tan Ze didn’t care about such things. After all, her sister always had many important things to be busy with and wouldn’t pay attention to small details like this.

This was the fourth time Tan Ze had secretly changed the name tag. Chu Yiqiao was quite happy, feeling like she was collecting an unknown side of Tan Ze, much like collecting pebbles.

But this secret delight instantly vanished when she saw Cao Wenxin and the key in her hand on the monitor of the entrance door.

Chu Yiqiao’s eyes widened. She stared at the person on the monitor, who was pacing back and forth in a panic: “Sister Wenxin! Why are you locking my door!”

“I’m sorry!” After a wail, the person on the monitor fled in disarray.

Chu Yiqiao put down the bag of trash she was holding and stepped forward to press the doorknob, pushing down hard.

It was locked. It wouldn’t open.

She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed. The phone was picked up after three “beep-beep-beeps”—a fairly quick response.

Chu Yiqiao: “Sister, when did you lock the house door?”

The background noise on the other end was noisy. Chu Yiqiao heard Zhao Jingxing’s voice, and from the content, they were in a meeting. Tan Ze, however, was calm: “All along.”

“What?!” Chu Yiqiao was furious: “But I need to go downstairs to take out the trash!”

The sound of a pen scratching paper came from the other end. Tan Ze said: “You can wait for me to come home, and we’ll take it out together.”

Chu Yiqiao regretted thinking that discovering Tan Ze’s unknown side was delightful: “How long is it going to be locked for!”

Tan Ze was concise: “Just until I get home.”

Chu Yiqiao listened more carefully: “What about tomorrow when you go out?”

Tan Ze was succinct: “Locked.”

Chu Yiqiao being extorted in the coffee shop on the first floor of her own company was a huge blow to Tan Ze. Call it an overreaction, but she had made up her mind, and Chu Yiqiao was easy to appease anyway.

“Until your aunt’s business is over,” Tan Ze had finally learned to express her feelings directly: “I’m very worried about you.”

Tan Ze’s pathological possessiveness always found various suitable reasons, and as mentioned before, her luck was genuinely good.

Chu Yiqiao realized she was a lost cause. The moment Tan Ze showed a little vulnerability, her heart melted: “Okay… but you have to get off work early. I want to take Little Guai out for a walk.”

Tan Ze’s final words were: “Wait for me to get home. I have something I want to show you.”

Without waiting for Chu Yiqiao to reply, Tan Ze hung up.

Chu Yiqiao sighed, putting the packed trash bag aside. Just then, Little Guai came over, clingy as ever. Chu Yiqiao picked up the kitten and walked to the sofa while petting her.

More than ten days had passed since she picked up Little Guai in the community green belt. In those ten-plus days, their small home had slowly changed from having no cat food to being a three-member family with sealed windows and cat hair everywhere.

After the initial period of unfamiliarity, the angelic-faced little cow cat was also gradually showing its true colors.

It was energetic and extremely destructive. Chu Yiqiao lay on the sofa with the cat in her arms, and if she turned her head, she could see the frayed edges of the sofa armrest clawed out by the cat.

This was also why Tan Ze proactively held the cat to clip its claws.

“You’re as clingy as Sister,” Chu Yiqiao murmured, looking at the kitten, which purred and nestled on her thigh after only a few pets.

“Clingy.” This adjective practically lived on Tan Ze’s tongue.

Every day, Chu Yiqiao received this evaluation from Tan Ze.

When she subconsciously said, “Tan Ze is clingy,” Chu Yiqiao was also stunned, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

Tan Ze was indeed very clingy to Chu Yiqiao, but the way she showed it was completely different from Chu Yiqiao’s.

When Chu Yiqiao clung to Tan Ze, she demanded Tan Ze’s attention to be entirely on her. She would bombard her with messages on WeChat, and physically touch her in person… Chu Yiqiao liked to stick to Tan Ze.

When Tan Ze clung to Chu Yiqiao, the word was closer to “need.” She needed to see Chu Yiqiao, all the time. They could be in the same room doing their own things, as long as Tan Ze could see Chu Yiqiao.

Thinking this, Chu Yiqiao raised her wrist and saw the beautiful and “practical” bracelet again.

Sunlight streamed in. Chu Yiqiao’s arm was almost pure white in the strong light, with no difference in color between the front and back. The winding, faint purple veins were clearly visible on her wrist.

It was also at this moment that Chu Yiqiao noticed that the scars on her arm, which weren’t very noticeable to begin with, seemed to have… almost vanished.

After hanging up the phone, Tan Ze opened the living room camera to re-confirm Chu Yiqiao’s reaction.

On the monitor, Chu Yiqiao was lying on the sofa watching TV with the cat in her arms. Her face was expressionless, but her naturally upturned lips made her look like she was smiling.

It was hard to tell.

Tan Ze called Zhao Jingxing over, trying to get some advice: “How would you score Chu Yiqiao’s mood? Out of 100.”

Since her performance bonus this month was already gone, Zhao Jingxing was audacious. She glanced at Tan Ze and said: “-100. Calm on the surface, but probably very angry inside.”

Tan Ze sent Zhao Jingxing away and opened the app connected to the chip herself. Chu Yiqiao’s mood was Joyful, scoring 90 points.

Thank goodness for modern technology saving the wife-wife marriage.

Tan Ze took a deep breath, opened the top drawer on the side of her desk, and took out a plain, low-key little black box.

Inside was a pure black bracelet, similar in style to a mosquito repellent bracelet, but thicker and better quality.

Tan Ze put the bracelet back, brought up the monitor again, and planned to watch Chu Yiqiao for five more minutes before getting back to work.

Half an hour later, Tan Ze was called away by her assistant, forced to leave her office.

For a large-scale enterprise like Mingsheng that still seeks development, there are countless large and small tasks to handle every day. As the chairman, Tan Ze was constantly busy, and after just one day of rest, her schedule was terrifyingly full.

In the past, becoming a notorious workaholic was as simple for Tan Ze as eating when hungry.

However, the situation was different now. With a person and a cat waiting at home, even someone like Tan Ze began to find work unbearable and wanted to go home quickly.

But even with her efforts, it was past eleven at night when she unlocked the door with her key. Chu Yiqiao had already bathed and was lying in bed playing with her tablet. Tan Ze knocked on the door, and Chu Yiqiao immediately put down the tablet, intending to get out of bed.

“Sister, you’re home.”

Tan Ze stood by the bed, quietly looking at Chu Yiqiao’s fair, round face. From age 13 to 20, Chu Yiqiao’s appearance hadn’t changed much—if anything, her chin was slightly sharper and her eyelashes were denser. She looked unchanged, yet she had grown up considerably in ways Tan Ze hadn’t seen.

Tan Ze asked: “Are those clothes on the balcony the ones you washed?”

“Yes,” Chu Yiqiao nodded, put on her slippers, and stood up straight, looking proudly at Tan Ze: “I cleaned the house. My back is so sore now.”

Tan Ze was still trying to adjust to Chu Yiqiao’s increasing independence, seemingly needing her less and less. Because she was still in the process, at this moment, Tan Ze’s heart felt a momentary pang of bitterness.

Only for a moment, because the next second, Chu Yiqiao hugged her.

Her face buried in Tan Ze’s chest, her voice muffled, she said: “Thank you, Sister. I found the unused ointment.”

It took Tan Ze a few seconds to remember what Chu Yiqiao was talking about.

She forgot to throw it away. She shouldn’t have been so frugal this time.

Tan Ze was thinking about how to reply without sounding like she was holding it over her head. After all, in her view, the entire incident was her own oversight.

However, Chu Yiqiao maturely changed the subject: “Sister, my back is really sore.”

“I’ll go shower, then I’ll give you a massage,” Tan Ze let go of Chu Yiqiao and took off her jacket. This time, she again felt the box in her jacket pocket.

When Chu Yiqiao came to the living room, Little Guai was wrestling with the poor carpet by the coffee table. The orange fish toy she had dragged over was lying neglected nearby.

“Mommy and Mama are going to be busy later. Can you go to sleep first?” Saying this, Chu Yiqiao hugged Little Guai and the fish toy, took them to Little Guai’s room, and locked both the large and small doors.

Back in the living room, Chu Yiqiao dimmed the lights and put on an art film they had watched many times, waiting for Tan Ze.

On the screen, the two protagonists met at a ball. Chu Yiqiao loved the color palette of this scene—dreamy and harmonious. The background music played just as a steamy figure sat next to Chu Yiqiao.

Without turning her head to confirm Tan Ze’s position, Chu Yiqiao leaned over skillfully and was securely caught in Tan Ze’s embrace, enveloped by the rich scent of shower gel.

Tan Ze held Chu Yiqiao and spoke first: “It won’t be long, maybe five or six days. We can still go out and play on June 1st.”

Chu Yiqiao lay lazily in Tan Ze’s arms, using her entire body as a warm but not soft backrest.

“Okay,” Chu Yiqiao was happy to enjoy Tan Ze’s arrangements. She didn’t think this was a big deal that required arguing.

Besides, she had pouted to Tan Ze that afternoon, saying she wanted strawberries. An hour later, they were delivered to her door, and Chu Yiqiao stopped being angry.

Even when they were just sisters, Chu Yiqiao liked Tan Ze’s hands—slender and long, with prominent but aesthetically pleasing knuckles. In high school, Chu Yiqiao had secretly photographed Tan Ze’s hands and posted them in her Q|Q space, resulting in a string of comments asking for the original image.

Now that they were wives, Chu Yiqiao still liked Tan Ze’s hands. They were still beautiful, but it inevitably led to other thoughts, and her mind couldn’t stay pure.

Tan Ze held Chu Yiqiao like a large doll. She felt Chu Yiqiao’s fingertips tracing her forearm, and then…

“Sister, what is this?” Chu Yiqiao turned her head and asked, pointing to an inconspicuous black strap on Tan Ze’s wrist.

“Fairness,” Tan Ze manipulated Chu Yiqiao like a ball-jointed doll, lifting Chu Yiqiao’s right hand, which wore the bracelet, and placing it next to hers: “I’m wearing one too. The app is installed on your phone now. You can also see where I am and you don’t have to bother me with WeChat messages.”

Chu Yiqiao was thrilled: “Then I want to see it now!”

After saying that, she bent down to reach for her phone on the coffee table, bumping Tan Ze’s abdomen with her butt.

Chu Yiqiao opened her phone and indeed saw a new app on the home screen. Clicking it open, the little yellow dot representing Tan Ze was exactly where the user was.

Mood: Excited, 95 points.

“It can even show mood!” Chu Yiqiao had just discovered this function: “Why ‘excited’?”

Tan Ze took Chu Yiqiao’s phone away and blinked: “Beta test version. It might not be accurate.”

Chu Yiqiao then insisted on seeing her own mood on Tan Ze’s phone: Happy, 96 points.

“So high-tech…” Chu Yiqiao, who only used electronic devices for entertainment, let out a very unknowledgeable sigh.

Tan Ze couldn’t refuse any of Chu Yiqiao’s expressions. Sleepy Chu Yiqiao was cute, Chu Yiqiao seriously painting was cute, and surprised, wide-eyed Chu Yiqiao was also cute.

She hugged Chu Yiqiao and started kissing her, beginning from her thin eyelids. Chu Yiqiao turned around to face Tan Ze. She liked any position that allowed her to see Tan Ze’s face. Her sister’s gaze was the second thing that made Chu Yiqiao feel safe. As their lips met, their breathing quickened, like a perfectly packaged little cake. Chu Yiqiao propped herself up on the sofa and leaned back, exposing her sweet interior to Tan Ze.

A slender waist, fair skin. Tan Ze slowly rolled her T-shirt up, revealing something softer, like a pink cherry on a cream cake.

“Bite on this yourself.”

Chu Yiqiao held the fabric in her mouth, letting out a whimper. Her short sleep shorts instantly became messed up. Tan Ze noticed Chu Yiqiao’s change, flicked her, and asked teasingly: “Does that feel good?”

Chu Yiqiao looked down, seeing the inappropriate action and the increasingly red, maturely alluring cherry. Her chest slowly rose and fell with her breaths. Her waist was too soft to stay seated. She supported herself on the sofa, leaning back—a silent invitation.

Tan Ze’s gaze was gentle, but her actions were anything but. Chu Yiqiao’s thighs were grasped and spread open. She trembled and sweated under the gaze, her lips red and alluring, with a few damp strands of black hair sticking to her neck.

In the drawer by the coffee table was the box that had been opened last time. Chu Yiqiao took out three at once, drawing a scoff from Tan Ze: “So confident.”

“Mmm-ah…”

Little Chu Yiqiao was more delicate than her owner. Tan Ze could easily tease her to tears. She didn’t console her or slow down. When Little Chu Yiqiao was crying and trembling, Tan Ze started a new round of teasing.

“Sister! Too fast!” Chu Yiqiao couldn’t hold the fabric in her mouth. The beige pajamas became soaked with her saliva, first in the center, then at the tail end.

“Hah…” Chu Yiqiao’s scalp tingled. Although it was blocked by the fabric and she couldn’t see, she could imagine Tan Ze’s playful movements—large and unrestrained, bringing a sharper tactile sensation in the darkness.

“Sister, Sister…”

Chu Yiqiao’s calls made Tan Ze’s heart skip a beat. She held her waist and pulled her into her embrace. Guji, guji.

The art film was still playing on the opposite TV. Chu Yiqiao’s skin changed color with the scene transitions. Tan Ze preferred the lights on because she could see more clearly, but occasionally, the lights off was also good. Chu Yiqiao’s hair shook gently, swinging back and forth, then the amplitude suddenly increased, and finally stopped abruptly. There was a local rain shower, and Tan Ze was thoroughly drenched.

“Sister…” Chu Yiqiao only got two words out before Tan Ze realized her need. She kissed her lips, which were already swollen from sucking, and continued to lick. Chu Yiqiao’s eyes were misty, looking bewildered, yet her other part was extremely passionate and even more enticing.

Tan Ze never left. She kissed Chu Yiqiao until she was dazed, then started a new round. The space on the sofa was ultimately too cramped. Chu Yiqiao was laid back on the coffee table to continue.

The cold tabletop was quickly warmed by the human body. Chu Yiqiao lay on her stomach. Tan Ze was kissing her shoulder blades, inch by inch, bringing a longer, drawn-out shiver.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her phone. Chu Yiqiao trembled and opened the app.

Tan Ze’s Mood: Joyful, 99 points.

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