After Getting Married to My Obsessive Older Sister - Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Tan Ze was always efficient in her work, but when it came to the matter of Fang Yihe, she chose to stall.

The next day was a Friday. Tan Ze made no move, and their daily life continued as usual. Chu Yiqiao, still half-asleep, leaned against the door frame to wave goodbye to Tan Ze. Tan Ze, with a serious face, stroked Chu Yiqiao’s head. When she got off the elevator in the apartment building, her palm was still savoring the soft touch.

During a meeting, Zhao Jingxing glanced over and saw that Tan Ze had a small window open on her computer. She had already internally called her a “perverted control freak,” but when she looked closer, it was a tutorial on how to wrap rice dumplings. She was astonished.

As June 1st approached, there was still no response from Chu Lingtong. Tan Ze learned from Bai Shaoman that Chu Lingtong hadn’t even hired a lawyer and had no idea what she was thinking.

But a half-hour before getting off work, while Tan Ze was browsing for a restaurant for her and Chu Yiqiao’s dinner, she received a message from the front desk, saying another package had been delivered for her.

From the villa on the hillside to the city center CBD, a 50km journey, Chu Lingtong had hired a truck to deliver it. A ripped piece of paper was attached, with the word “Photo Albums” written on it.

Tan Ze inspected it downstairs for half an hour. Inside were all of Tan Ze and Chu Yiqiao’s things, not a single one missing. Even Chu Yiqiao’s middle school math test paper, on which she had just barely passed, was there.

The reason Chu Lingtong could send these was because they had always been in the villa.

In the villa from over a decade ago, everything related to Chu Yiqiao’s growth was a top priority. From her childhood, everything about her life was carefully preserved. Before age 13, it was Chu Lingfeng who took care of it. After age 13, it was Tan Ze.

A truck full of memories. Tan Ze casually took out two items and sent the rest to a warehouse, where they would be stored with Chu Yiqiao’s belongings from ages 13 to 20.

On the fourth day of being confined to the house, Chu Yiqiao finally felt bored.

She had finished all the variety shows and no longer wanted to scroll through the relationship posts on Xiaohongshu. In Chu Yiqiao’s view, she was already a veteran in love. Why would she need to cyber-wander and watch other people’s romances?

Overwhelmed with boredom, Chu Yiqiao started to paint. Little Guai was mischievous and insisted on sleeping on Chu Yiqiao’s soft slippers, a heavy little black-and-white mountain on the top of Chu Yiqiao’s foot.

Chu Yiqiao picked her up and moved her to the side, but the “hard” cat could bully the “soft” human and quickly ran back.

After this happened a few times, Chu Yiqiao let her be and focused on her painting. The not-so-good little cat wagged her tail in victory.

The sound of a door unlocking came from outside. Chu Yiqiao didn’t pay attention, staring at some shadows on the canvas in front of her. She didn’t see Tan Ze yet, but she heard her voice first.

“Chu Yiqiao, I’m home. We’re going out to eat tonight.”

Tan Ze had known Chu Yiqiao was painting before she even entered the door. This was the benefit of modern technology. She was a little puzzled why other people didn’t do this. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure it out. In this world, not everyone was as pathological as her, and not everyone was as good-tempered as Chu Yiqiao.

Upon seeing Tan Ze return, the soft-on-the-inside, hard-on-the-outside Little Guai ran away with a “swoosh.” Chu Yiqiao’s foot was finally free, and her frozen thoughts also lightened. She added a touch of gray-blue to the dark shadows with her brush.

Perfect.

Chu Yiqiao examined the painting in front of her, a pure, childlike smile on her face.

“Congratulations,” Tan Ze couldn’t help but caress the face in front of her and asked: “Can the great artist go eat now?”

Her scattered, chaotic thoughts were brought back by the gentle touch. Chu Yiqiao returned to reality and saw Tan Ze.

With her long hair down, her features were beautiful. The cold, hard lines of her face were framed by a fluffy orange light from the sunset, reminiscent of the soft yarn on an old sweater.

“Sister,” Chu Yiqiao naturally burrowed into Tan Ze’s arms, as if it were as simple as breathing. She looked up: “When did you get back?”

“Just now. We’re going out to eat in a bit,” Tan Ze looked at Chu Yiqiao’s newly completed oil painting—a gray-blue sun. She didn’t understand it, but Chu Yiqiao painted it: “Do you need me to contact the warehouse?”

Chu Yiqiao nodded: “Yes.”

She walked to the bathroom to wash her hands and face, changing out of her paint-stained “work clothes.” Ten minutes later, she was pulled out the door by Tan Ze. Little Guai had the entire house to herself, her status elevated.

Tan Ze still hadn’t retaken the first part of her driving exam. Zhao Jingxing sat in the driver’s seat and smiled friendly at Tan Ze. Tan Ze responded with the same unfriendly poker face. She was determined to get her license back immediately.

Having a third wheel wasn’t entirely a bad thing. Tan Ze sat up straight and waited quietly. Soon enough, a person appeared on her shoulder for no reason. It was Chu Yiqiao, who had leaned against her again.

Like a magnet, she was a completely different person from who she was in front of the canvas.

Chu Yiqiao seemed to get tired easily. She always liked to hang on Tan Ze when they went out. This habit was one she had since before, always clingy. It had only gotten worse after they were together.

Tan Ze, of course, enjoyed it immensely, but she was also concerned for Chu Yiqiao’s health. Right after they got married, she had an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor come to their house to give her a diagnosis.

Nothing was wrong, just a qi deficiency and internal cold.

The single recommendation: practice moderation.

Tan Ze nodded and said, “I will take note.” She also wanted to consult about Chu Yiqiao’s fevers after visiting her family’s graves.

When she turned her head, the thin-skinned Chu Yiqiao had already soul-traveled.

Chu Yiqiao drank the herbal medicine the old doctor prescribed for a week, then stopped because it was too bitter. Tan Ze thought the doctor’s suggestion was unnatural and didn’t follow it for even a day.

In Tan Ze’s opinion, they would always have calm periods, so why force it?

The car stopped in front of a restaurant with a delicate storefront. There were still flower baskets on both sides from its opening day. Chu Yiqiao followed the greeter inside. When she saw the interior decor, she realized this was the restaurant Bei Tong had mentioned.

Chu Yiqiao clapped her hands and exclaimed to Tan Ze: “What a coincidence! Can Sister read my mind?”

Tan Ze couldn’t read Chu Yiqiao’s mind, but she could look through her phone.

Chu Yiqiao had a very pleasant meal. She didn’t even mind that Bei Tong had called her romantic date “a prison break” in the group chat. She chatted with Tan Ze about the heart-shaped strawberry she had eaten today.

Polyploid, Tan Ze replied internally.

She said aloud: “That’s interesting. Did you take a picture?”

Chu Yiqiao puffed out her cheeks: “I already sent it to you!”

Tan Ze changed the subject, telling Chu Yiqiao to look out the window: “The view outside is nice.”

Chu Yiqiao turned her head. It was just ordinary high-rise buildings, brightly lit.

Tan Ze: “No, you have to look from my side. The angle is better.”

Chu Yiqiao got up, wiped her mouth, and leaned toward Tan Ze. She bent slightly, trying to get her sightline to the same level as Tan Ze’s. It still wasn’t very special: “The colors are beautiful.”

The moment she said that, Tan Ze turned and kissed Chu Yiqiao’s lips, which were within a breath’s reach.

“Sister!”

Chu Yiqiao’s surprised cry was quickly covered by the sound of fireworks going off outside the window.

Tan Ze was right. Her perspective was indeed the best. She could see the familiar heart shape, and also a “1.”

“We’ve been married for one month,” Tan Ze said.

“Only?” Chu Yiqiao had lost all sense of time. She thought it had been a year.

Tan Ze rubbed Chu Yiqiao’s hand: “And there’s a second month to look forward to.”

On the way home, Zhao Jingxing was no longer a third wheel. Tan Ze had called a designated driver.

The partition they had installed finally came in handy. The view was completely blocked. In theory, no sound could be heard either, but perhaps it was a psychological effect, as Chu Yiqiao kept thinking she heard faint sounds.

“It’s very quiet, but it’s really there,” Chu Yiqiao was very certain, but her breathing was slightly unsteady, and her eyes sparkled with fragments of light.

Tan Ze no longer argued with Chu Yiqiao and continued their unfinished business. Chu Yiqiao’s lips and tongue were soft. Her fingers gripped Tan Ze’s arm, leaving passionate wrinkles on the neat shirt.

Tan Ze was willing, but the car was moving, so it was far from the best time. Her hands were also well-behaved, loosely wrapped around Chu Yiqiao’s waist, and she kissed her carefully and gently.

The short kiss ended. Chu Yiqiao sat up straight again, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, breathless from being aroused by her own internal thoughts.

“Sister,” afraid of being discovered, Chu Yiqiao’s voice was so light that Tan Ze could barely hear it. Her eyes widened, thinking she was being clever. Tan Ze was amused, “Wait a minute…”

Mid-sentence, Tan Ze suddenly reached out and covered Chu Yiqiao’s mouth. The blushing face was mostly hidden by the large hand. Chu Yiqiao’s eyes widened even more, looking at Tan Ze as if she were startled.

“Shh—”

Chu Yiqiao nodded like a bobblehead.

The car had stopped in the parking lot. Tan Ze paid the designated driver.

The car door was closed again, the key was pulled out. The car was pitch black. Chu Yiqiao was breathing heavily from a short kiss.

Tan Ze felt for Chu Yiqiao’s hand. The innocent touch was magnified infinitely. The person next to her gave a start, almost jumping.

“Sister!” She was still whispering.

Tan Ze nodded: “This is fine.”

How is this fine?

Chu Yiqiao was thinking, but her thoughts were soon muddled by Tan Ze’s kiss. The world began to spin. The normally spacious back seat also became cramped.

The sounds of panting, the wet sounds of kissing, burrowed into Chu Yiqiao’s ears.

You’ve done this before, you’ve done this before.

Chu Yiqiao silently encouraged herself. She was already ready to sit on Tan Ze’s lap. The next second, the seat was reclined. Chu Yiqiao was half-lying down. In the darkness, she saw Tan Ze rummaging in the car’s storage compartment, followed by the sound of a plastic wrapper being torn open.

“Did you prepare this beforehand?” Chu Yiqiao, momentarily nervous, raised her voice.

Tan Ze seemed to love comparing the size of her hand to Chu Yiqiao’s face. She covered Chu Yiqiao’s face again, reminding her: “Quiet down.”

“What was left from last time,” Tan Ze explained.

Chu Yiqiao only heard half of what Tan Ze said. Her brain was occupied by other, more important things. She desperately held back her whimpers, shaking, but she was too nervous. She couldn’t.

Fabric was lifted. Tan Ze licked and sucked, her movements slow and playful. Chu Yiqiao became flushed all over from being eaten. Her tense nerves gradually relaxed. Sweat beaded on the tip of her nose. Her hands subconsciously reached down to hug Tan Ze’s neck.

She bit down.

Chu Yiqiao couldn’t hold back. A moan erupted in the confined space of the car. It was the sound of fireworks starting, a starting pistol. Tan Ze tied up her hair, pressing her knees against Chu Yiqiao’s calves, which wanted to close.

Even in the darkness, Chu Yiqiao could see every one of Tan Ze’s movements. Her hands were raised above her shoulders, her pale fingers weaving through the black, soft hair.

It turns out your waist can get soft even when you’re lying down. Chu Yiqiao shamefully averted her gaze.

After tying up her hair, Tan Ze was also surprised by Chu Yiqiao’s reaction.

“So…”

Chu Yiqiao turned her head, closed her eyes, and muttered in a small voice: “It’s all your fault…”

Tan Ze laughed and accepted the blame. First, the title, then the action. This time, it was a smooth ride. Chu Yiqiao’s breathing became strained. She stared blankly at the ceiling.

The space in the car was too small. Nervousness magnified a person’s senses. Chu Yiqiao felt every word Tan Ze said was whispered right next to her ear.

She listened to Tan Ze’s non-repeating compliments. Her shame reached one peak after another, until a sudden knock on the car window shattered the tension in Chu Yiqiao’s mind. She desperately covered her face and panted. Tan Ze’s cuff was wet again.

Tan Ze was utterly sated. She lowered her head, wanting to move Chu Yiqiao’s hand away from her face. She wanted to kiss that ruined face, but Chu Yiqiao held it tightly, as if determined not to let Tan Ze see.

“Someone’s going to find us,” Chu Yiqiao’s cries were quiet, and her scolding was also quiet: “It’s all your fault…”

Tan Ze kissed Chu Yiqiao’s fingers from the outside, then reached in to caress Chu Yiqiao’s waist. The feel of the ring on her ring finger was new. Tan Ze said: “I was the one who knocked.”

After she said that, another knock came, exactly the same.

Chu Yiqiao angrily took her hand away from her face: “Sister, you lied to me again!”

Tan Ze didn’t argue and cheated with a kiss.

“Mm-ah…”

The argument born from their session was resolved by another session. Chu Yiqiao was used to Tan Ze continuing right after they were done, but this time she had a request.

“Don’t lie down,” Chu Yiqiao said, lying down and stubbornly staring at Tan Ze.

“Then hold on tight,” Tan Ze held Chu Yiqiao by her bottom and lifted her up. She had Chu Yiqiao hold her. With her shirt open, Chu Yiqiao retaliated, burrowing her head into her chest.

Chu Yiqiao’s broken whimpers were all muffled against Tan Ze’s chest. Fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead, trickling down her face, only to be wiped onto the fair skin in front of her.

Chu Yiqiao sat firmly, with almost no room to move. Tan Ze moved around outside, but never entered.

Chu Yiqiao panted for a while, then reached back to grope for Tan Ze’s wrist. Tan Ze sensed Chu Yiqiao’s intention. Before she proceeded, she interlaced her fingers with Chu Yiqiao’s, locking her hands firmly.

“Sister, I want it.”

Chu Yiqiao whimpered and rubbed against Tan Ze. Her fair face was flushed a beautiful red, and her lips were so red they were practically asking to be kissed.

Tan Ze let go of her hands. The hand with the ring on it patted Chu Yiqiao’s bottom, a clear slap echoing in the air.

A new command came from her ear: “Sit up straight.”

Chu Yiqiao held onto Tan Ze’s shoulders, feeling full and bloated.

“Hah,” Chu Yiqiao followed her instincts. She sat on Tan Ze’s lap. A few times, her head nearly hit the ceiling as she moved.

So dangerous. Chu Yiqiao looked down and met Tan Ze’s teasing gaze again.

Her features were beautiful, her lips were slightly upturned. Tan Ze’s expression was clearly proud, making Chu Yiqiao’s face burn.

“You’re doing very well.”

Complimented in the wrong area, Chu Yiqiao’s heart was a mix of emotions. She wanted Tan Ze to stop talking and just focus on…, but she couldn’t hide the joy in her heart. She unconsciously worked even harder, trying to perform well.

With Chu Yiqiao as the reference point, the world shook violently. This had completely violated the “secret and quiet” rule she had set in her mind at the beginning.

All her worries were thrown to the back of her mind. At this moment, she only wanted one thing, and she was close to getting it.

Tan Ze counted Chu Yiqiao’s breaths, a rhythm forming in her mind. She helped her along, giving a little hook.

“Mmm!”

Chu Yiqiao suddenly went limp.

The car was quiet again, with only the sound of heavy breathing and a lingering sweet scent.

Chu Yiqiao’s foot was “sprained,” so her kind sister carried her home like a princess. She seemed to have a fever too, as her face remained red until she managed to struggle through a shower.

After the shower, Chu Yiqiao nestled in the blankets by herself. Tan Ze tidied up the house a little. They had gone out for dinner on short notice that afternoon, so the house was a mess.

Little Guai seemed uninterested in the bipeds’ evening activities and was wrestling with a cat toy in her bed.

Tan Ze changed into her pajamas and came out, tidying up the living room a bit, then moved on to the laundry basket.

Chu Yiqiao was truly in a hurry. She threw her clothes into the basket without even emptying the pockets. Tan Ze took out two half-used packets of tissues from one pocket and Chu Yiqiao’s phone from the other.

She expertly unlocked it. Tan Ze first checked WeChat. Fang Yizhen and Fang Yihe were both on Chu Yiqiao’s blacklist. Safe.

She opened Xiaohongshu. Chu Yiqiao had indeed posted about her one-month anniversary date that evening. There were photos of the beautiful food she took and a photo of the fireworks that Tan Ze took.

She chose the fireworks because of the misunderstanding on the night of the proposal. Even though she had already made it up to Chu Yiqiao once, she had lied then, saying the fireworks were from nearby stores. Tan Ze wanted Chu Yiqiao to have a night sky that bloomed just for her.

Constantly ruminating on past mistakes was an ingrained bad habit of Tan Ze’s. Chu Yiqiao learned about the first one from the scattered ointment tubes at home, and the second one from the fireworks she kept putting on for her.

She had her own way of dealing with things.

Tan Ze swiped left and saw the newest post Chu Yiqiao had liked and saved.

The post was titled “Mall Anniversary Big Fireworks Show, The Photos Are Too Beautiful!”

Tan Ze’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at the familiar building in the main photo. She clicked it, and it was indeed the company that put on the fireworks on the night of the proposal.

She scrolled down and saw a comment Chu Yiqiao had left a month ago.

Little Little Qiao: “Thank you! May you be happy forever [heart]”

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