Golden Temptation – A Yuri Story - Chapter 92

Due to Jing Xuan’s emotional downturn and the recent launch of the brand Lan Qing founded, the mounting pressure from both work and personal matters had become suffocating. With no other option, she escaped to Hong Kong to find her sister.

Nianqing’s solo art exhibition in Hong Kong had just concluded successfully. The two sisters spent an entire day shopping in Mong Kok, indulging in food, drinks, and fun. They were so exhausted they could barely walk, but their hearts were full of joy.

While they were enjoying themselves, it was poor Yan Zuo, the steward, who suffered. Not only did he have to carry all their bags, but he also had to trail them from a distance for security reasons—hardly ideal for someone tasked with their protection.

Watching the sisters slump onto a bench by the roadside, dazzling even in a city full of celebrities like Hong Kong, Yan Zuo considered stepping in to remind them to be cautious. Reluctantly, and at the cost of dampening their spirits, he decided it was time to return to the hotel.

Back at their hotel, Lan Qing clung to Nianqing’s waist, acting spoiled as she said, “Sis, I want to sleep with you tonight!” The sudden clinginess and soft tone froze Nianqing in place. Her heart trembled slightly.

“You little rascal! Don’t tell me you’ve been bullied by Jing Xuan and came running to your sister for backup?” She meant it as a joke, but it hit a nerve. Lan Qing’s eyes welled up and tears began to fall.

Nianqing hadn’t expected to guess the truth so accurately. Lan Qing had always been strong, never one to cry easily. But ever since she met Jing Xuan, it was as if her tear ducts had finally awakened—tears came often and easily. Nianqing’s heart ached. She pulled Lan Qing into her arms, letting her rest on her shoulder while one hand gently patted her back and the other stroked her hair.

At that moment, Nianqing made a decision. If all Jing Xuan could bring to her precious sister was sorrow, then regardless of the outcome, she would confess her true feelings to Lan Qing.

In her sister’s embrace, Lan Qing finally found a moment of peace. She had been on the move constantly, both physically exhausted and emotionally unsettled. Her love for Jing Xuan felt like casting a stone into cotton—no response, no news. In this tangled mess of love, she was tired.

She knew of Nianqing’s feelings for her. But her heart had long belonged to Jing Xuan—it was no longer hers to give. She didn’t want to lose her dearest sister, nor did she want to see her sister’s silent suffering. It couldn’t go on like this. She couldn’t let Nianqing waste her youth loving someone who could never love her back.

“You poor thing, why the tears?” Nianqing’s eyes grew more tender as her resolve deepened.

“Jing Xuan… she’s ignoring me,” Lan Qing said softly.

“What happened?”

“I… I made her angry.”

“That’s it? Can’t you just apologize?”

“I did, but she still won’t talk to me…”

“Qing’er, does she… treat you well?” Nianqing asked, almost to herself.

“She… treats me very well.”

“Really? But what I see is that you’re not her only girlfriend. She’s made you cry more than once, and now she’s ignoring you.” Nianqing took a deep breath, steadying her voice. “What I see is someone who doesn’t treat you well, Qing’er. What I see is you being unhappy.”

She had stopped calling herself “sister.” Lan Qing instantly picked up on the shift in Nianqing’s tone—this was the moment she feared most. She had to say it.

“She does treat me well. I only made her angry because… because she proposed to me, and I didn’t say yes.”

“What?” All of Nianqing’s gathered courage shattered in that instant.

“Yes. You saw what happened with Fei’er too. We went through so much together in Singapore. You should know Jing Xuan isn’t the type to be fickle. Fei’er is a good girl, and we both love Jing Xuan deeply. If someone must be hurt for this love to work, then that person should be Jing Xuan. She would never allow either of us to be harmed.”

Tears shimmered in Lan Qing’s eyes as she continued, “She’s carrying all this burden and pain, and I… I can’t do anything to help. That’s why I cry—not because I feel wronged or unloved, but because I ache for her. Sister, you’ve lived a life of privilege. Maybe it’s hard to understand the suffering us orphans have endured, but please—don’t doubt Jing Xuan. Don’t doubt her love for us.”

“I understand. I do…” Nianqing fought back the sting in her chest. So, the bond between Lan Qing and Jing Xuan ran this deep. Fei’er must feel the same. The heavens truly loved playing cruel jokes—to forge such a solid triangle between three girls… What an extraordinary fate. Compared to that, her own quiet love for Lan Qing seemed almost embarrassingly shallow. How could she ever speak it aloud?

“Actually, Qing’er… you didn’t know, but I’m an orphan too. I was taken in because Uncle and Aunt didn’t mind my background. So, I understand everything you just said. I’ve been through hard times too—maybe not as dramatic, but they made me strong and independent. Now that we’ve found our parents and become a family, we’re no longer orphans. And Jing Xuan… she’s family too.”

Lan Qing was touched by Nianqing’s ability to let go, but also shocked by this revelation. “Then… you’re not Aunt Xiu’s biological daughter?”

“I’m not. I thought you knew. But it’s okay—I guess they wanted to protect me,” Nianqing said with a serene smile.

“Then Aunt Xiu never had her own child? How could Dad do that—how could he take away her chance to be a mother?”

“That’s why, when you see Dad again, you better give him a good scolding!” Nianqing teased.

Then she began recounting childhood memories—how she once stole Aunt Hasegawa Xiu’s wallet, how she was mistaken as her daughter, and how their family life began. She shared the pieces of their past that

Lan Qing never got to experience, painting a warm, touching picture as the two sisters talked deep into the night.

But happiness is always fleeting.

A knock came at the door.

“Who could it be?”

“I’ll check!” Before Nianqing could stop her, Lan Qing skipped to the door.

“Yes? Who is it?” She peeked through the peephole and saw a hotel staff member holding a box. A timid voice spoke from outside, “Hello, I’m from the hotel front desk. I have a gift here for Miss Iga Lan Qing. The sender is… Jing Xuan.”

The moment she heard it was from her beloved, Lan Qing lit up. Jing Xuan wasn’t angry anymore! But why hadn’t she replied to her messages? Was this a surprise?

Overjoyed, she flung the door open.

Immediately, a group of masked men in black rushed in. One of them threw a sack over her head and hoisted her onto his shoulder. Lan Qing’s screams and struggle jolted Nianqing and Yan Zuo into action. They lunged toward the assailants to save her, but they were outnumbered and easily subdued.

Realizing what was happening, Lan Qing shouted desperately before blacking out, “Sister, run! Go find Jing Xuan! Find Jing Xuan!”

The last thing she saw was darkness.

As Nianqing and Yan Zuo were restrained, one of the masked men turned to the leader. “Boss, what should we do with these two?”

The leader hesitated briefly, then met Nianqing’s terrified gaze—and slowly raised his gun.