After Getting Married to My Obsessive Older Sister - Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Chu Yiqiao’s small action was discovered by Tan Ze. Tan Ze chuckled softly, freeing a hand to get her phone.

Chu Yiqiao’s mood was at 100%, but a warning banner on the screen indicated that the target’s pulse was too fast and needed to be calmed down.

“Hah… Sister…”

Tan Ze abruptly slowed down, calming her in her own way. She reached out and massaged Chu Yiqiao’s slightly sunken abdomen, pressing gently. Chu Yiqiao’s whole body went limp, lying on the coffee table like a docile little lamb.

The movie had ended. The end-credit song and passionate panting intertwined in the empty living room. She was soft enough now. Tan Ze held Chu Yiqiao’s waist and scooped her back into her arms.

Square wrappers were scattered on the floor. Chu Yiqiao’s head was throbbing, her mind slow from the… Her red, swollen lips were slightly parted. Tan Ze felt the slick skin beneath her hands, a pathological sense of satisfaction rising within her.

Kissing Chu Yiqiao’s lips wasn’t enough. Tan Ze took her by the waist and placed her on the sofa. She kissed her a couple of times, but it felt awkward—too low, not enough room to work. Chu Yiqiao was once again lifted securely into Tan Ze’s arms, carried to the dining table where they usually ate.

The most vulgar fantasy was like this: on some idle evening, Chu Yiqiao would sit on the dining table, actively offering a dessert to Tan Ze, her juices flowing abundantly like an inexhaustible spring, with a captivating tune to accompany it.

“Sister,” “Sister,” each call chipped away at Tan Ze’s self-control.

Tan Ze sat at the dining table, sucking like she was savoring a candy. Chu Yiqiao sat precariously, her clear almond-shaped eyes covered by tears. She hummed, wanting Tan Ze to wipe her tears away. She particularly loved positions where she could see Tan Ze’s face.

The Tan Ze during that process always fascinated Chu Yiqiao. She wasn’t stupid; she could see the occasional look on Tan Ze’s face that wanted to destroy her.

Chu Yiqiao didn’t mind or feel repulsed. After all, the soft-natured Chu Yiqiao had also wanted to destroy the world many times. In Chu Yiqiao’s eyes, Tan Ze was like a superman, but even superman gets scared and has selfish desires.

Moreover, Tan Ze’s destructive desire was very sexy. Chu Yiqiao enjoyed Tan Ze’s embrace, which was so tight it felt like she was being pressed into her arms. Sometimes, she would even deliberately evade her, just to add a little thrill.

But that was only at the beginning. The later reactions were purely instinctive. Chu Yiqiao’s body and mind were both in Tan Ze’s hands.

“Don’t bite…”

Tan Ze took her in, her teeth lightly grinding as her tongue heavily licked.

Chu Yiqiao couldn’t sit still. Her strength gave out, and she fell forward. The next second, she was placed on the soft bed. After succeeding, Tan Ze always liked to kiss Chu Yiqiao. She’d pry open her teeth, thrust her tongue in, and sweep through Chu Yiqiao’s soul, dirtying both their faces. If Chu Yiqiao broke down and cried at that moment, Tan Ze would even kiss away her tears.

“Sister, no more…”

Chu Yiqiao’s words meant nothing to Tan Ze. Although she said “no more,” she would still cooperate by calling out, “I love you” and “I like you.” She’d respond to kisses and feel wronged if she wasn’t held. She was still a warm and welcoming host, a good ho.

It wasn’t enough yet. Tan Ze arranged Chu Yiqiao into her desired position, with her legs bent and propped up. Chu Yiqiao didn’t even have the strength to clench her teeth, only letting out broken, unnatural whimpers.

A series of powerful waves washed over Chu Yiqiao’s mind. Each time, their session would almost always end with this. Tan Ze’s eyes narrowed, her long black hair floating gently. A stray strand would occasionally sweep over the connecting area. Chu Yiqiao’s tears flowed uncontrollably. Tan Ze pressed on with renewed effort.

Completely satisfied, as if jumping from ten thousand meters high, the landing of extreme adrenaline was a soft embrace and a tender kiss. Chu Yiqiao’s eyes formed crescent shapes, and she still smiled at Tan Ze, leaving a terribly hoarse “Sister” in her ear. Her tone was sweet, and the inflection was intimate.

“So good… Sister.”

Tan Ze wished she could bite a piece off of this Chu Yiqiao and swallow it. Chu Yiqiao was a goldfish—without restraint, unable to refuse. Tan Ze had practiced for so long and finally found the perfect critical value—sustainable and developmental.

Chu Yiqiao fell asleep again during the bath. Tan Ze was forced into being a gentleman by the unguarded Chu Yiqiao.

Finally, while washing her face, Tan Ze looked at the sleeping, delicate face and upturned nose of the person in her arms. For a moment, an idea crossed her mind.

Forget it. Chu Yiqiao is too clumsy. She might suffocate.

Tan Ze was about to act on it. She laid Chu Yiqiao flat, then gave up, using something else to poke Chu Yiqiao’s soft cheeks.

Regardless, the thought was now deeply rooted in Tan Ze’s heart.

The unrestrained Chu Yiqiao once again faced her retribution. The experience, comparable to cordless bungee jumping, was thrilling, but Chu Yiqiao was sick the next day. She nestled in her blankets, her expression changing rapidly as she accused Tan Ze of being rough and mistreating her.

Tan Ze pulled her up, stuffing a thermometer into her mouth. Chu Yiqiao couldn’t speak with something in her mouth, but her eyes were still stubborn, showing she wouldn’t give in easily.

Tan Ze changed into her work clothes and stood by the bed, waiting for the thermometer’s results. She met Chu Yiqiao’s gaze and sneered, pulling up Chu Yiqiao’s daily report from last night to this morning. It was a stream of joy and excitement, all at 100%.

“Didn’t you feel very good? Didn’t you like it a lot?”

Chu Yiqiao choked, unable to speak. Guiltily, she lowered her head and began studying the pattern on the cup.

Unseemly panting sounds suddenly filled the silent room. Chu Yiqiao’s scalp tingled, and she felt uncomfortable. The voice in the recording was too syrupy. Where did Sister get it?

Five seconds, just panting, but that was enough for Chu Yiqiao. She got up, wanting Tan Ze to turn it off. At that moment, a single phrase finally emerged: “Sister…”

Chu Yiqiao knew where it came from now.

Tan Ze pulled the thermometer from Chu Yiqiao’s mouth, and a stream of protests followed. Chu Yiqiao’s face was as red as it had been last night: “You, you, you, you, you, why did you record it!”

36.5°C, no fever. Tan Ze was relieved. It seemed Chu Yiqiao was just exhausted.

“I didn’t record this,” Tan Ze wiped the thermometer clean and put it back in the drawer. She kindly helped Chu Yiqiao remember: “You accidentally touched it yesterday. Do you remember?”

Of course she remembered! Wasn’t it when she was pressed onto the coffee table and accidentally hit the record button…?

She remembered it objectively, but she subjectively didn’t want to admit it. Chu Yiqiao could see from Tan Ze’s expression that she wasn’t sick at all. She childishly pulled the blanket over her head and went back to sleep.

“Bye-bye!”

Tan Ze smiled, patted the lump on the bed, and left for work.

Her driver’s license had indeed been confiscated. The traffic authorities had urged her three times. Tan Ze’s attitude was excellent, apologizing repeatedly and paying the fines, but she genuinely couldn’t find the time to retake the first part of the exam. For now, Zhao Jingxing was her driver.

Tan Ze settled in the back seat. A message came from Chu Yiqiao’s WeChat.

Wife: “Sister, look at the monitor.”

Tan Ze switched to it. Chu Yiqiao was sitting in bed, her arms curved over her head, making a big heart shape.

Fang Yizhen was being restrained by Fang Yihe. After Tan Ze revealed the matter to Fang Yihe, her staff reported that Fang Yizhen had not left her home for three days.

Tan Ze, out of a sense of humanitarian concern, called Fang Yihe. Her voice on the other end was hoarse, clearly lacking proper rest recently. When she heard it was Tan Ze, she started with another “I’m sorry.”

Tan Ze was a little afraid Fang Yihe would faint on the phone. After a few insincere words of greeting, she was about to hang up when Fang Yihe suddenly stopped her in a loud voice.

Fang Yihe: “The Dragon Boat Festival, does Qiao have any plans? I’d like to invite her over. We’ll be making rice dumplings at home.”

Is she crazy? Tan Ze really wanted to remind Fang Yihe that Chu Yiqiao was now a married person. The Dragon Boat Festival was, of course, to be spent with her own family. Even if they didn’t go out, Tan Ze didn’t want Chu Yiqiao to go to Fang Yihe’s house.

And were rice dumplings something that were hard to find? Tan Ze could make them herself.

Tan Ze’s voice was cold: “I’ll ask her and give you a response within four business days.”

People with leverage are easy to control. When Tan Ze made this assessment of Fang Yizhen, she certainly didn’t forget to apply the same thought to herself.

On the monitor, Chu Yiqiao was sleeping soundly. Tan Ze forced her attention away from her sleeping wife, her cat, and the air-conditioned room, and focused on work.

During this time, Tan Ze took another call from Kong Caiqing, who was asking about Chu Yiqiao’s recent situation and why she hadn’t been to the little studio for several weeks.

Asking about Chu Yiqiao’s situation, but calling Tan Ze? Tan Ze didn’t think this was just a teacher contacting a parent. She knew what was up. She said: “Qiao has been doing well recently. She’s painting a new series and will need your guidance. By the way, does your studio warehouse need more space? It just so happens…”

“Oh, no, no,” Kong Caiqing insisted: “I’ll have someone send the agreement over.” Tan Ze proactively offered to spend money, and the two chatted very happily.

After lunch break, around 2 PM, the lump on the screen finally moved. Chu Yiqiao walked like a sleepwalker to the living room and collapsed on the sofa again. The sticky carpet had already been replaced.

Chu Yiqiao lay on the sofa, and the little cow cat, which bullied the weak and feared the strong, trod all over her.

Mid-watching, a knock came at the door. Lawyer Bai Shaoman entered in a smart suit, bringing the latest information about Chu Lingtong.

“We can confirm that she has no plans to sell the villa,” Bai Shaoman placed the law firm’s findings on the table. Out of professional caution, she added: “At least not for now.”

Tan Ze picked up the papers on the desk. After looking through a few pages, she saw that Chu Lingtong was basically doing three things: seeing old friends, renovating the villa, and wandering around the city.

Tan Ze: “Is that all?”

Bai Shaoman was easily ignited by this one sentence: “Ms. Tan, what else do you want? Does Chu Lingtong want to start a war?”

In Bai Shaoman’s view, the whole thing could have been very simple. It was the unnecessary pride and ego that made the situation so complex.

“We can definitely get the house back,” Bai Shaoman promised Tan Ze before leaving.

Tan Ze said: “Not just the house. The things inside cannot be missing either.”

Bai Shaoman shrugged. They could both guess why Chu Lingtong wanted that villa. She was after the things inside all along.

Bai Shaoman thought Tan Ze was too heartless. Chu Lingfeng was dead, leaving a person, a bunch of money, and a bunch of things. The money and the person were now in Tan Ze’s possession. Why be so persistent about the remaining things?

If it was to prevent Chu Yiqiao from getting sad, that didn’t make sense either. Chu Yiqiao wasn’t the type to get sentimental over objects.

“Couldn’t you just see it as someone helping you clean up the trash? Isn’t that better?”

Bai Shaoman noticed the monitor on Tan Ze’s screen and added: “Besides, isn’t she giving you a perfect excuse?”

Tan Ze glanced at the computer. Chu Yiqiao had started eating. Little Guai buried her face in the cat food, inhaling it like a storm.

It was a simple, happy scene.

Tan Ze closed her eyes: “At least don’t let her get it so easily.”

Bai Shaoman smiled sincerely: “My thoughts exactly.”

Chu Yiqiao was adapting well to her captive life. She would lie at home, paint when she was awake, and Sister Wenxin would deliver food when she was hungry. The only downside was that she couldn’t go out with her friends.

After Bei Tong got her car, she posted a nine-grid photo of her and the car on her WeChat, and overnight, she fell in love with being a driver, dragging everyone she knew along.

Chu Yiqiao was her best friend, so she was honored to be dragged along even more.

After a subtle refusal, Chu Yiqiao explained her situation in the group chat.

“I probably won’t be able to go out until after the holiday. I’ll be fine after that.”

Bei Tong was dumbfounded by her friend’s unhealthy relationship. She confirmed the situation with Chu Yiqiao again and again.

Chu Yiqiao said: “Special circumstances, you know. Safety first.”

Bei Tong quipped: “You can say more, to prepare for the police to visit.”

Chu Yiqiao stuffed a strawberry into her mouth: “No one’s going to call the police.”

Bei Tong’s face on the screen visibly showed her speechlessness. She chose a sarcastic blessing: “What a shame. I wanted to invite you out for dinner. Yan Yuanjing and I went to a concert, and the view was great.”

Chu Yiqiao had seen the photos. Yan Yuanjing’s face was covered in confetti, and Bei Tong was happily blurry next to her.

Chu Yiqiao: “Which one? Was the food good?”

Bei Tong: “A new place my mom’s friend opened. I can get you a card if you want.”

Chu Yiqiao opened her Xiaohongshu. Her account hadn’t been updated in half a month.

That afternoon, Tan Ze came home very early and brought Chu Yiqiao some freshly baked cream puffs. The crust was crispy, and a bite released sweet chocolate cream into her mouth.

Chu Yiqiao took the first bite, then offered the cream puff to Tan Ze’s mouth. Tan Ze couldn’t stand Chu Yiqiao’s gaze and took a tiny bite, finding it so sweet that she had to go get water.

The cream puff wasn’t big to begin with, so Chu Yiqiao finished it quickly. Tan Ze drank half a cup of water to wash away the chocolate taste in her mouth. As she turned, Chu Yiqiao gave her a chocolate-flavored kiss.

Chu Yiqiao hadn’t changed out of her pajamas all day. Tan Ze held her waist, and her hand easily slipped inside to feel the slick skin.

The third day of keeping Chu Yiqiao in confinement had ended. Tan Ze was becoming a little obsessed with the convenience. If only Chu Yiqiao were a cat, she could keep her at home forever. No, that wasn’t good either. Cats couldn’t be kissed, or…

Tan Ze enjoyed Chu Yiqiao’s embrace. She was conquered by her soft lips, and the cloying sweetness of chocolate in her mouth became bearable.

Chu Yiqiao had no resistance to Tan Ze’s advances. Tan Ze’s actions became bolder, thinking to herself that this was just how Chu Yiqiao was—she wouldn’t refuse, she had no restraint, no self-control. She could sleep for 14 hours a day at home, so she needed Tan Ze to manage her to maintain a normal life.

Actually, even with Tan Ze managing her, her life wasn’t very normal. The kiss brought on by a single cream puff quickly escalated from their lips to their entire bodies. Chu Yiqiao had stayed home all day, but she finally changed into her “going out” clothes.

At 10 PM, after dinner, Chu Yiqiao held Little Guai, and with Tan Ze accompanying her, they went out for a walk.

After the walk, Chu Yiqiao lay in bed, her eyes wide, and cried again. Tan Ze was amazed at how much moisture Chu Yiqiao had stored in her body.

Chu Yiqiao always cried during that. Tan Ze admitted she had been scared the first time, thinking she was hurting Chu Yiqiao, as she was so small and looked like she could only fit one…

Later, she slowly accepted that Chu Yiqiao was just this delicate—she’d cry when she felt good, and… when she didn’t.

Tan Ze prided herself on never making Chu Yiqiao experience the latter. She was very dedicated.

Yet, even knowing Chu Yiqiao’s tears were meaningless, Tan Ze still didn’t want to see them. Perhaps deep down she was a doting parent, but it was Chu Yiqiao’s fault for being so easy to make a person’s heart melt. It wasn’t Tan Ze’s fault.

“Why are you crying again,” Tan Ze lay on her side, scooping Chu Yiqiao into her arms, pushing her hair away, and kissing the back of her neck: “Do you want a hug or a kiss?”

Chu Yiqiao: “I want to go out and play.”

Fickle.

Tan Ze stopped spoiling her. She decided she shouldn’t get Chu Yiqiao too used to it.

After another shower, Tan Ze was still a little addicted. Post-it, Chu Yiqiao was as clingy as a newborn bird, hugging Tan Ze’s waist to seek company and actively lifting her head to cooperate if she wanted a kiss.

This was what she had dreamed of.

Tan Ze kissed Chu Yiqiao until she was breathless. She remembered a marketing article Zhao Jingxing had forwarded, which claimed that staying at home for a long time would lead to a vitamin D deficiency. She said: “Go ahead.”

Chu Yiqiao asked back: “Go where?”

Tan Ze tightened her arms, pulling Chu Yiqiao closer into her embrace, and repeated: “Go ahead.”

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