The Cold Sister Is Too Flirtatious - Chapter 30

Lin Tingxue silently rinsed the sword clean under the water. Did I not execute the technique properly? The Little Rabbit didn’t like it.

Next time, I’ll use the Lanling Sword Technique.

The Lanling Sword Technique was universally acknowledged as the most difficult in the Cultivation World. If those cultivators knew Lin Tingxue wielded her sword solely to capture Leng Yao’s attention, they would surely be astonished.

Lin Tingxue was still reflecting on her actions when Leng Yao continued, “Older Sister, your cuts are good, but they’re too thin. I don’t need the fish this thin for sour pickled fish.”

The Little Rabbit praised her cutting skills, which meant the Little Rabbit still liked her. Lin Tingxue’s spirits instantly lifted.

The fish slices went into the pot, followed by seasonings, and finally a splash of hot oil to release the aroma.

Tomato and egg stir-fry, sour pickled fish, spicy boiled beef, and stir-fried cabbage were soon arranged on the table.

Xia Zhuo was absent, having gone to find Shangguan Tuanyuan. The remaining four gathered around the table and began eating.

Zeng Zhile took a bite and exclaimed, “Xiao Yao, you should enter the ‘Culinary King Competition’ right away!”

Bai Chacha retorted awkwardly, “For a country bumpkin, your cooking isn’t bad.”

Lin Tingxue nodded in agreement, offering her silent praise.

“Xiao Yao, the fish is so tender. Eat more,” Zeng Zhile said, placing large slices of fish into Leng Yao’s bowl, ever mindful of his mission to make Lin Tingxue jealous.

Lin Tingxue had never been one to serve others food. But she knew she had to put on a good show now, or the Little Rabbit might be snatched away by someone else.

With a cold expression, she immediately used her chopsticks to place a piece of tomato into Leng Yao’s bowl.

Seeing this, Bai Chacha burst into laughter. “Who even picks tomatoes with chopsticks? A country bumpkin like you would only go for the cheap stuff. We rich people eat beef. You can tell who’s really trying just by looking at their choices.”

Bai Chacha reached out with her chopsticks to grab a piece of beef, but her bowl was snatched away and placed directly in front of Leng Yao.

This is how I show Leng Yao I’m really trying.

No, my jealous older sister is just too cute!

Leng Yao nearly lost her composure, but she managed to keep a straight face and picked up some food for Zeng Zhile. “Yue, eat up.”

Zeng Zhile beamed. “Thanks, Xiao Yao! Your cooking is the best!”

A plain white bowl was thrust in front of Leng Yao. “Hungry,” Bai Chacha said, her face impassive as she lied.

Looks like my older sister really likes me. She’s already competing with Yue for my attention.
Having achieved her goal, Leng Yao stopped teasing Bai Chacha with Zeng Zhile and picked up a piece of beef. “If Older Sister likes it, you can have it all.”

Bai Chacha, unable to get any, rolled her eyes and began devouring the hand-shredded cabbage. “Hmph, I’m watching my figure. Unlike you country bumpkins who’ve never seen the world.”

Everyone knew Bai Chacha had a sharp tongue; she couldn’t eat without throwing out a few insults. Ignoring her, Zeng Zhile shoveled down her rice at lightning speed. By the end, Bai Chacha had to abandon her supposed aristocratic manners and start snatching food from Zeng Zhile’s plate.

After everyone was full, Bai Chacha retreated to her dorm, and Zeng Zhile tactfully left to give the two some privacy.

Lin Tingxue washed the dishes while Leng Yao sat across from her, propping her chin on her hand and watching her.

With others around, Leng Yao felt too self-conscious to stare openly at her older sister. But now, it was just the two of them.

Older Sister is so innocent; she won’t think I’m being rude.

So Leng Yao indulged herself without restraint.
How can Older Sister be so beautiful? Even those black rubber gloves look expensive on her. They complement her fishtail skirt perfectly, like the elegant princess from a castle wearing lace gloves.

Noticing the intense gaze, Lin Tingxue removed the gloves and placed the dishes in the cabinet.

The corner of the table was sharp. Lin Tingxue bent down.

Rip—!

The sound of tearing fabric filled the air, revealing Lin Tingxue’s delicate butterfly bones, poised like wings ready to take flight in the cool air.

Instead of immediately adjusting her dress, Lin Tingxue continued putting away the bowls. With each bend, her spine arched slightly, its graceful curve subtly accentuated.

Gazing at the expanse of exposed skin before her, Leng Yao felt a strange illusion: her older sister seemed to be deliberately enticing her.

Leng Yao recalled the fish in the tank—too lively to catch, yet the one she craved most. Again and again, she had tried to capture it.

But now, her sister, like that fish, had willingly leaped into her net.

Leng Yao’s ears flushed crimson as she struggled to maintain control. “Sister, your dress is torn. I’ll sew it up for you. Let me get you something to change into first.”

“No need,” Lin Tingxue replied, turning her head, her gaze flickering. “Just sew it directly.”

“Alright,” Leng Yao agreed, unconsciously following her sister’s lead. She retrieved needle and thread.

Aligning the edges of the fabric, she noticed the tear was remarkably clean—not the ragged tear one would expect from snagging on a table corner.

But Leng Yao’s attention was entirely focused on her sister’s back, and she didn’t dwell on the detail.

The mermaid-style dress was form-fitting, making contact with Lin Tingxue’s back unavoidable while sewing.

Her fingertips brushed lightly against the butterfly bones, their coolness sending a shiver down Leng Yao’s spine.

Sensual and lethal.

Leng Yao felt she was about to lose control and pounce on her older sister if she continued.

Unconsciously speeding up, the sharp needle pricked Lin Tingxue’s fair skin, drawing a bead of crimson blood. Leng Yao reproached herself, “Older Sister, does it hurt? I should have been more careful. I don’t know why my hand slipped and pricked you.”

“It does hurt,” Lin Tingxue replied, a glint of mischief in her eyes, her voice laced with seduction. “So, what should you do now?”

As if possessed, Leng Yao blurted out the thought she had long suppressed: “A kiss will make it better.”

She lowered her head and pressed her lips to the pricked spot, kissing away the bead of blood.

Emerging from the kitchen and returning to their dorm, Zeng Zhile surrounded Lin Tingxue, wailing, “My poor Xue! What happened to your dress? Even if it’s torn, why is the stitching so crooked?”

Leng Yao sheepishly raised her hand. “I sewed it.”

“Oh, Xiao Yao did it? No wonder it’s so… unique! It has a completely different style now,” Zeng Zhile praised with her eyes closed. “Xiao Yao, you’re so creative!”

Lin Tingxue didn’t want the Little Rabbit to focus solely on Zeng Zhile, but she wasn’t as adept at flattery as Zeng Zhile. She simply tossed out four words: “Distinctive and original.”

“Older Sister, Yue, stop it! Older Sister, go take a shower and change quickly.”

Leng Yao, her face flushed, pushed Lin Tingxue into the bathroom. Her own sewing was so disastrous it was almost unbearable to look at. Yet these two were brazenly lying through their teeth, praising her work without so much as a blush or a gasp for breath.

“Alright,” Lin Tingxue said.

She entered the bathroom and slipped out of her dress. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she saw a peach-pink lip print on her back, the color of Leng Yao’s lipstick. It looked like a peach blossom blooming against her skin. Her eyes darkened slightly, concealing a flicker of desire.

The Little Rabbit’s lips are so soft, she thought, regretting not using her spiritual energy to make the Little Rabbit prick her again.

By eleven o’clock, Xia Zhuo had returned, her cheeks flushed. They exchanged goodnights.

Leng Yao lay in bed, the image of Lin Tingxue’s snow-white back flashing before her eyes. She couldn’t help but cover her mouth.

Kissing Older Sister’s back… it smelled so good and felt so wonderful!

Lost in her reverie, Leng Yao was suddenly startled when the blanket was yanked off her. The faint, distinctive scent of Lin Tingxue’s body enveloped her.

Leng Yao hadn’t gone to sleep with Lin Tingxue, so Lin Tingxue had come to her instead.

“Older Sister,” Leng Yao said, her voice flustered, “the lights are already out. Everyone’s still awake.”

“Don’t worry, they’re already asleep.”

The spiritual sigil of the Tranquilizing Spell flickered briefly. Without any preamble, Lin Tingxue cut straight to the point: “Why were you so focused on Zeng Zhile today?”

“Older Sister, I was worried about you too,” Leng Yao said, her eyes darting around. “Besides, Yue is a new friend. We need to take extra care of her.”

“So, you want to marry her instead of me?”

Leng Yao couldn’t explain why, but she detected a faint hint of hurt in her older sister’s tone. She was about to offer an explanation when her sister continued, “Can’t you just treat me like your wife?”

Leng Yao’s breath caught in her throat. “Older Sister, do you even know what a wife is?”

In the darkness, Lin Tingxue, confident that Leng Yao couldn’t see her, stared intently at her. “You said only the closest, most intimate people can be wives.”

Forgetting the lie she had told her older sister, Leng Yao’s heart trembled, and she bit her lower lip.

Should I tell her the real meaning of ‘wife’ now?

“Older Sister… actually, ‘wife’ means…”

Before Leng Yao could finish, Su Zhizi’s urgent voice called from outside the door, “Junior Sister, Classmate Lin, open up!”
Judging by her tone, it was an emergency. Leng Yao and Lin Tingxue scrambled out of bed. As soon as they opened the door, Su Zhizi pulled them away. “We need to talk somewhere private.”

In the staff’s night shift room, Leng Yao asked, “Senior Su, what’s happened?”

Frowning, Su Zhizi showed them a video.

In the video, the senior who had harassed Lin Tingxue earlier was weeping while holding his hospital report. He claimed Lin Tingxue had been after his family’s wealth, and when his advances were rejected, she had flown into a rage and hired a gang boss to break his bones.

The video ended with a photo of Lin Tingxue at the police station.

“That’s a lie!” Lin Tingxue protested. “He was the one harassing my older sister! She only acted in self-defense. As for the police station photo, those thugs tried to hurt us, so we went to give statements.”

“Junior Sister, I know what you and this mad dog are saying doesn’t match up. But this whole thing has blown up online, and you two are among the most popular contestants on the show. The companies backing the other trainees have already hired armies of online trolls to tear you down.”

Su Zhizi frantically scrolled through the comments section. The online sentiment was overwhelmingly negative, filled with insults directed at Lin Tingxue. A few rational voices pointed out the lack of evidence and cautioned against jumping to conclusions, but they were quickly drowned out by the troll swarm.

Lin Tingxue’s brow furrowed slightly, as if she were regretting something.

Seeing Lin Tingxue’s reaction, Su Zhizi looked at her expectantly, waiting for a solution.

“I should have gone harder,” Lin Tingxue muttered. “If I’d known, I would have dislocated his jaw so he couldn’t talk.”

Trembling as she watched Lin Tingxue deliver these chilling words with a completely expressionless face, Su Zhizi could only nudge Leng Yao.

Leng Yao patted Su Zhizi’s hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Senior Su. Older Sister’s just joking. At most, we’ll shut that mad dog up for good—you know, beat him into a vegetative state.”

Seriously, Junior Sister? That’s supposed to be reassuring? Now I’m even more scared!

Su Zhizi quickly interjected, “Classmate Lin, we can’t do anything illegal or violent. The main problem is that everyone online thinks you’re a gold digger, and your reputation is in tatters. We need to fix that first.”

Lin Tingxue frowned, rejecting the other party’s claim. “But I have more money than him. He’s lying.”

“Classmate Lin, where did you get your money?” Su Zhizi asked, utterly bewildered. As the leader of the YaoYaoLinXian fan club, she had been closely following the young couple and knew that Lin Tingxue’s expenses were entirely funded by Leng Yao.

“Didn’t he say Older Sister was after his family fortune?” Leng Yao’s eyes curved into a mischievous smile. “Older Sister is right! Go claim your inheritance and slap him across the face!”

Turning to Su Zhizi, Leng Yao whispered conspiratorially, “Senior Su, I guarantee Older Sister has far, far more money than that mad dog!”

“Classmate Lin, you’ve been hiding your wealth all along!” Su Zhizi cried out, lunging to hug Lin Tingxue’s leg. Lin Tingxue silently stepped back, evading the attempt. “I need to find a rich partner like you! Then I can take half their money and never worry about money again!”

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