After Getting Married to My Obsessive Older Sister - Chapter 75.1

Chapter 75.1

The early summer night, a bright moon hung high, and its brilliant light, along with a cool breeze, blew into the room, dispersing the thick, sweet scent of desire.

On the tall, solemn black walnut desk, Chu Yiqiao sat unsteadily, her hands braced against the surface.

Her soft, white flesh was squeezed by her weight, creating a gentle curve. Tan Ze held her waist, and her straight, firm nose left a reddish mark on the person in front of her.

Her lover’s plunder turned into a storm. Chu Yiqiao couldn’t bear it and collapsed, her waist weak. She wrapped her arms around Tan Ze’s neck, leaving shallow bite marks on that fair, cold shoulder as if to vent her frustration.

Ultimately, she was still too soft-hearted. In this regard, Tan Ze was the one who was spoiled. Chu Yiqiao had been put through so much, but she had never truly bitten.

She held her teeth on that spot and ground them finely, like Little Guai drinking water, repeatedly licking Tan Ze’s thin skin with her tongue, a uniquely Chu Yiqiao-style of revenge.

Such a malicious attempt to tear the skin and make Tan Ze hurt was, in Tan Ze’s mind, just another piece of evidence of Chu Yiqiao’s clinginess.

As everyone knows, the shoulder is close to the neck. Tan Ze’s kisses on Chu Yiqiao often started from the neck and ended on her lips. From this, it was clear that Chu Yiqiao wanted a kiss.

The generous Tan Ze once again indulged Chu Yiqiao’s little whim, cupping her bottom and carrying her down.

The sudden loss of balance made Chu Yiqiao hold Tan Ze even tighter. The subtle difference in height created the effect of Chu Yiqiao personally offering a cherry to Tan Ze’s mouth.

You can’t not eat what’s right there. Tan Ze gently sucked and licked, occasionally burying her face in a mischievous way.

Chu Yiqiao lowered her head and saw that the pearlescent pink from two months ago had now turned a peachy red. She cried out in a sob.

Chu Yiqiao’s tears had always held significant weight in Tan Ze’s heart. Sometimes they were cute, sometimes heartbreaking, and sometimes they were a source of motivation. Tan Ze released the pitiful area, kissed Chu Yiqiao’s lips, and picked her up.

“Sister, I want to lie down,” Chu Yiqiao begged feebly.

“Right now,” Tan Ze held Chu Yiqiao’s shoulder, pushed her down, and pressed her onto the black walnut desk again. Looking down, Chu Yiqiao’s feet barely touched the floor.

Tan Ze understood and moved Chu Yiqiao a little further in. Now she could only stand on her tiptoes.

Chu Yiqiao tried a few times and gave up. Her legs hung naturally. Tan Ze had also padded her lower abdomen with the clothes they had taken off. She lowered her head slightly. The rush of blood made her already sluggish mind even slower.

Chu Yiqiao felt the gentle kisses on her shoulder blades and honestly said: “Sister, my legs are tired.”

Tan Ze had learned a few techniques to coax people, but she wasn’t very good at it. It was just right for Chu Yiqiao: “It won’t be tired in a second.”

Tan Ze was kissing the small of Chu Yiqiao’s back. There used to be two dimples there. Now, with a little more flesh, they weren’t visible, but she could still feel two shallow indentations when she touched.

Tan Ze studied the scene in front of her with the same seriousness Chu Yiqiao used to observe still life.

Chu Yiqiao was on her stomach, her hands obediently braced on the dark desk. Tan Ze couldn’t believe that there was someone in the world who could be so compatible with her.

Tan Ze raised her head, her fingers continuing to trace her curves. Chu Yiqiao’s breathing became rapid. Tan Ze felt Chu Yiqiao waiting, waiting for that moment. She didn’t notice that Tan Ze was guiding her to the edge.

Finally, she was suddenly lifted. Chu Yiqiao was seated firmly on the rounded corner of the desk.

“Mm! Sister, not that!”

As Tan Ze predicted, Chu Yiqiao’s reaction was intense. She could accept being intimate with Tan Ze in the study, but she couldn’t yet accept being held by Tan Ze and used on the corner of the desk. However, Tan Ze was holding her tightly from behind, and Chu Yiqiao’s every movement was restricted.

At first, Chu Yiqiao tried to stand up and free herself. Tan Ze looked down, watching Chu Yiqiao weakly stand on her tiptoes, only to sit back down immediately due to her sore legs. Chu Yiqiao’s expression was bewildered. Tan Ze held her, helping her desk bully Chu Yiqiao.

The solid wood desk was hard. It was like a warm little indoor rain had just fallen. The edge of the desk became a gutter, catching the raindrops one by one.

Fortunately, Tan Ze hadn’t laid a carpet in the study. Mopping the floor was always easier than cleaning a carpet. And holding an angry Chu Yiqiao to the bath was just as easy as holding a happy Chu Yiqiao to the bath.

In the bathtub, Chu Yiqiao, with a face full of anger, solemnly announced.

“I’ve decided to give you the silent treatment.”

Chu Yiqiao was determined not to go into the study for a whole month.

When she finished, she had turned to look at the corner of the desk, which looked like someone had splashed a cup of water on it. How could she ever look at Tan Ze working seriously at the desk again?!!

Tan Ze was too much. It felt so good, but it was too much.

“Nooo,” Tan Ze’s voice was flat as she begged for forgiveness: “Don’t give me the silent treatment.”

Chu Yiqiao’s vanity was greatly satisfied. She crossed her arms and said coldly: “I’ll tell you when I decide to forgive you.”

Tan Ze stopped the whirring hairdryer and said: “Do you still want me to blow-dry your hair?”

“Yes!” Chu Yiqiao blurted out.

That night, Chu Yiqiao coldly let the sinner, Tan Ze, hug her to sleep.

The next day was the Dragon Boat Festival. Chu Yiqiao woke up groggily and found Tan Ze holding a bundle of colorful threads, tying one on Chu Yiqiao’s wrist.

“You’re awake?” Tan Ze carefully used scissors to snip the excess thread. She looked at the hardly-used spool of thread and frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Chu Yiqiao’s thin arms and wrists.

Chu Yiqiao sat up and lifted the quilt. Sure enough, she had one on her ankle too. She turned her head, and Tan Ze was changing clothes. A circle of colorful thread was also tied around her fair, cold wrist.

“Sister,” Chu Yiqiao got out of bed in her pajamas, hurriedly slipped on her slippers, and hugged Tan Ze’s naked waist from behind. Her hands caressed the slight muscles on Tan Ze’s abdomen, asking: “Since when did our family start celebrating the Dragon Boat Festival?”

“We’re in the middle of a cold war,” Tan Ze suppressed a laugh, coldly removing Chu Yiqiao’s unruly hands from her abdomen: “We’re starting this year. It’s about respecting traditional culture.”

With a common enemy at hand, Chu Yiqiao applied for a ceasefire first.

Tan Ze agreed. She looked down at her watch. They had been in a cold war for 9 hours and 23 minutes.

The food at Fang Yihe’s house, which was not very tasty and definitely not to Chu Yiqiao’s liking, wouldn’t be ready until 4:30 PM. Tan Ze had set an alarm in advance, pretending to take it very seriously, but secretly praying that her phone would run out of battery and shut down.

Oh, so sorry, I didn’t hear the alarm.

Chu Yiqiao had developed a tolerance for tough situations. Even after last night’s antics, she didn’t show any particularly exaggerated signs of discomfort this morning. She just slept longer than usual. It seemed that young people’s bodies were indeed resilient.

Tan Ze placed breakfast in front of Chu Yiqiao. Just as she was about to speak, Chu Yiqiao fed her the first shrimp dumpling. She chewed and swallowed the dumpling slowly, asking: “What do you want to do this morning? I’m not going to the company today, and Zhao Jingxing is on holiday too.”

Chu Yiqiao also ate a shrimp dumpling, answering vaguely: “We can go see Mom.”

Tan Ze was speechless. She swallowed the suggestion of going to a movie.

Hadn’t the monthly trip to see Chu Lingfeng been canceled by Tan Ze already?

“You went on May 13th,” Tan Ze subtly reminded Chu Yiqiao: “It was Mother’s Day. You brought carnations.”

Chu Yiqiao seemed to be acting. After hearing Tan Ze’s words, she clapped her hands in excitement: “Right! This time we can buy peonies!”

Tan Ze had no choice but to take Chu Yiqiao to the flower shop.

On this important Dragon Boat Festival, Chu Yiqiao dedicated her morning to Chu Lingfeng, and her afternoon to Fang Yihe. Tan Ze could only get the evening, which was a night of Chu Yiqiao’s tearful fits. What a loss.

It was the last day of May, and the weather was clear. The light green of early spring in Yanjing had quietly turned to deep green. Chu Yiqiao sat in the car, humming a tune as she chose flowers online. She didn’t notice that in the driver’s seat beside her, Tan Ze was silently setting the time back to last night, thinking I should have just let Chu Yiqiao sleep until the afternoon.

Chu Yiqiao was in a great mood. She didn’t seem to have any concern for her sister who was about to be left alone. Tan Ze comforted herself internally: Chu Yiqiao is always in a good mood; that’s just who she is.

Just thinking this felt a little sad. Chu Yiqiao skipped out of the car to get the peonies. On the way back, she brought Tan Ze a bouquet of pink roses.

Tan Ze accepted the roses, inevitably pleased by consumerism.

Moreover, this wasn’t just consumerism; it was consumerism plus a kiss from Chu Yiqiao.

She smiled. She could now once again endure the labor and the complaints of taking Chu Yiqiao to the cemetery to see Chu Lingfeng.

The car drove all the way to the suburbs. Chu Yiqiao sat quietly, gazing into the distance at the familiar fence.

The weather was nice today, and the groundskeeper was sunbathing at the front gate.

Chu Yiqiao got out of the car. Tan Ze left the roses in the seat and helped Chu Yiqiao carry the bundle of magically colored peonies.

After registering, they entered the cemetery. On a regular Dragon Boat Festival, the grounds were quiet. Most of the graves had faded under the erosion of years of wind and rain. Some had descendants who couldn’t afford to renew the payments and were forcibly relocated.

Even though Tan Ze knew that life and death were indifferent to everyone, she sincerely believed that Chu Lingfeng was very lucky.

On the renovated tombstone, Chu Lingfeng’s smile was as vibrant and annoying as it was when she was first buried.

During this peaceful mother-daughter moment, Tan Ze was always just an observer. She watched Chu Yiqiao offer the peonies and once again chatter about trivial life matters.

This time, however, Tan Ze’s name came up much more frequently.

Chu Yiqiao gave her a running commentary on her life. Her eyes caught the familiar purple irises again. They were very fresh, with dewdrops on the petals. She knew now; they were from Chu Lingtong.

“Mom, maybe we all miss you very much.”

Tan Ze gave Chu Yiqiao her due and didn’t object.

“Sister, let’s go,” Chu Yiqiao sniffled and took Tan Ze’s hand.

“Mhm.”

Tan Ze turned her head and took one more look at Chu Lingfeng’s tombstone. Perhaps, she was even luckier than Chu Lingfeng.

Perhaps it was psychological, but even though it was closer to the summer solstice, Tan Ze didn’t feel the days getting much longer.

She and Chu Yiqiao had only spent a lazy amount of time together at home when the alarm suddenly went off, reminding Tan Ze that it was time to take Chu Yiqiao to Fang Yihe’s house for dinner.

It was 3:30 PM. It was still early for the 4:30 dinner, but before dinner, Tan Ze was taking Chu Yiqiao to the mall to buy things.

Even though they weren’t really relatives, you still had to bring something for the first visit. Chu Yiqiao had no concept of this and let Tan Ze decide everything for her.

Without Zhao Jingxing, the perfect target for slave labor, Tan Ze, as a person who had only had a single-page household registration for 28 years before marrying Chu Yiqiao, truly didn’t have much experience with ordinary social formalities.

After careful consideration, Tan Ze bought some things at random, according to commercial scale, and paid with her card.

On the way back, Chu Yiqiao was attracted by other stores. She hadn’t been shopping in a long time. Tan Ze intentionally extended their time together and agreed to “just one more store,” “just the very last one,” and “this is really the last one; we’ll stop after this.”

After one shopping spree, the original gifts had become mere accessories. The back seat was completely filled with colorful paper bags of various sizes.

This was only a part of it. The rest was being delivered directly to their home by the store staff.

Tan Ze got back into the car and placed the pink roses Chu Yiqiao had given her on top of the paper bags.

Chu Yiqiao also got into the car with a smile. She was wearing a new pink beret, which was very cute. This cuteness came with many zeros at the end.

Opening the navigation, Tan Ze followed the route to Fang Yihe and Fang Yizhen’s home. The street scenes flashing by the car windows gradually became more mundane.

They arrived. Tan Ze parked the car on the side of the road and looked at the housing complex where Fang Yizhen now lived.

It was much better than the urban village she had envisioned. It wasn’t as far as the Fifth Ring Road; it was just a bit old. It must have been a second-hand house.

Tan Ze had checked the information online. The down payment was between 1 and 2 million RMB. From being heavily in debt to the sisters taking out a loan to buy a house, the sisters’ financial struggle was evident.

Chu Yiqiao was shocked. She quietly took off the beret on her head. Tan Ze silently put it back on Chu Yiqiao’s head and said: “Don’t pity Fang Yizhen. The money she received was enough to buy the entire building. She also received another house before she left.”

Chu Yiqiao could only nod. Tan Ze parked the car directly on the side of the road, went to the trunk, and took out all the gifts she had bought. Chu Yiqiao also carried a bag with some wine.

The security guard didn’t stop them. The two walked in openly. Following the map, they were halfway there when they ran into a hurried Fang Yihe.

Fang Yihe had a low ponytail and her sleeves were rolled up. She looked like she had rushed out in the middle of cooking.

When she saw them, she apologized repeatedly: “I’m so sorry. I just saw the message.”

After that, she proactively reached for the things in Tan Ze’s hands.

Fang Yizhen must have warned her in advance. Fang Yihe didn’t engage in any meaningless pushing and pulling. She just took a few bags and led the two toward her home.

Fang Yihe’s building was located in the middle of the complex, so they still had to walk for a bit.

Having three people who weren’t very familiar with each other walking on the road always created endless awkwardness.

To fill the strange silence, Fang Yihe talked a lot by herself. Tan Ze was too lazy to reply, but Chu Yiqiao was soft-hearted and responded with an “mhm” here and there.

Tan Ze walked Chu Yiqiao all the way to Fang Yihe’s doorstep. They were just one step away from entering for dinner. Fang Yihe, holding the gifts, tactfully went inside, leaving the two of them alone.

Chu Yiqiao held Tan Ze’s hand, looking very reluctant to let go: “Sister, are you really not coming with me?”

“No,” Tan Ze casually made up an excuse: “I still have to go back to add cat food for Little Guai.”

“Okay, bye then,” Chu Yiqiao stood in place, watching Tan Ze leave.

It wasn’t until the elevator door closed that Chu Yiqiao turned to go inside. Fang Yihe had prepared a pair of disposable slippers. Chu Yiqiao stepped into them; they were half a size too big: “Thank you, Sister Yihe.”

“Dinner will be a while. Yizhen is in the kitchen. You can wait in the living room…”

Fang Yihe’s words trailed off as she watched Chu Yiqiao walk to the balcony and place her hands on the railing to look down.

She followed, looked down, and saw Tan Ze’s retreating figure walking away alone on the street below.

Tan Ze was gone. Chu Yiqiao could see the little yellow dot representing Tan Ze on her phone’s app getting further and further away. She sat restrained on the sofa, looking down at Tan Ze’s mood: Calm, 70 points.

70 points should be a pretty normal score, Chu Yiqiao thought. It’s a passing grade, which means Sister is in an okay mood.

“Qiao?”

Fang Yihe called out when she saw Chu Yiqiao in a daze.

“Oh!”

Chu Yiqiao returned to the real world. The last dish had been cooked. Fang Yizhen, wearing an apron, placed the soup bowl on the dining table. Fang Yihe was also helping to transport the dishes. The two occasionally exchanged words about kitchen details, their postures familiar.

This was something Chu Yiqiao had never done in her life.

Tan Ze only occasionally cooked breakfast. The two of them mostly relied on takeout from a private chef for lunch and dinner.

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