The Days and Nights of Being Targeted by a Flirtatious Senior Sister - Chapter 1

The air conditioning in the Cloud Top Restaurant was running at full blast.

This was a French restaurant located on the top floor of the city center. Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows lay the glittering night view of the entire city; traffic merged into a flowing river of light, weaving through the gaps between skyscrapers. Inside the restaurant, a soothing cello melody drifted through the air, and the atmosphere was thick with the scent of expensive truffles mixed with red wine.

Wen Yusheng sat in a window-side booth, her slender fingers lightly pinching the long stem of a crystal goblet, nonchalantly swirling the crimson liquid within.

Today, she wore an exquisitely tailored black velvet long dress. The neckline was cut just right, revealing a long neck and delicate collarbones. Her pitch-black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, her face adorned with sophisticated makeup. With a slight curve of her red lips and a wandering gaze, she exuded a natural air of nobility and detachment.

Sitting across from her was Mr. Liu, the representative of the partnering firm.

Mr. Liu was about forty years old and slightly balding. From the moment they sat down, his eyes rarely left Wen Yusheng’s face. As he cut into a medium-rare steak on his plate, he bragged incessantly about his heroic achievements in the business world, spittle nearly flying onto the candelabra in the center of the table.

Wen Yusheng maintained a polite smile, but her eyes held no warmth.

In truth, she hadn’t heard a single word.

She had long since grown tired of this nutrient-free commercial flattery. If it weren’t for the financing of a new project for her family enterprise, she would never have wasted a Friday evening sitting here, listening to a greasy middle-aged man boast about his non-existent business empire.

“Miss Wen, regarding the profit distribution this time, I think we can discuss it further.” Mr. Liu finally finished cutting his steak and set down his knife and fork. His shrewd little eyes squinted into slits, glinting with a bit of calculation. “After all, you know the current market environment; the risk we are bearing on our side isn’t small.”

Wen Yusheng took a light sip of red wine, masking a flicker of impatience in her eyes.

She set down her glass, her fingertips tapping twice on the tabletop, producing a dull thud.

“Mr. Liu.” Her voice was beautiful, clear, and cold with a hint of lazy magnetism, like the sound of jade striking stone. “If I remember correctly, we reached a preliminary consensus in last week’s meeting minutes. The risk assessment report is right here in my hand. If you feel the risk is too great, you are more than welcome to yield the opportunity to the more capable Chen Group.”

She spoke gently, even with a smile on her face, but the threat in her words was not diminished in the slightest.

The smile on Mr. Liu’s face stiffened. He clearly hadn’t expected this eldest daughter of the Wen family, who looked like a decorative vase, to be so swift and decisive in her words and actions, giving him no face at all.

He let out two dry laughs and was about to find a way to patch things up when he noticed Wen Yusheng’s gaze suddenly freeze.

She had been casually scanning the restaurant, but her vision abruptly halted as she passed a corner not far away.

That was the non-smoking area of the restaurant, a relatively secluded spot partially hidden by several tall green plants. But Wen Yusheng’s eyesight was very good, good enough that she recognized that back-turned figure in a single glance.

The person was wearing a simple, pure white T-shirt with no fancy patterns; only a section of a fair, slender neck was visible above the collar. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail that swayed gently with her movements, the ends of her hair brushing her shoulders, exuding a youthful, vibrant aura.

It was Su Yang.

Wen Yusheng’s fingers tightened around her wine glass, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Why is she here?

Wen Yusheng remembered very clearly. When she sent a message to Su Yang this afternoon, this “little puppy” had vowed that she had to do extra physical training tonight and might practice until very late, telling her not to wait up for dinner.

At that time, Wen Yusheng had felt sorry for her for quite a while, specifically telling her not to get too tired and to remember to stay hydrated.

And the result?

This so-called “extra physical training” was eating in a French restaurant where the average per-person spending was in the four digits?

Wen Yusheng felt as if something was blocking her chest, making her feel stifled and agitated. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze like a surgical knife, precisely dissecting everything in that corner.

Someone was sitting across from Su Yang.

Because of the angle, Wen Yusheng hadn’t noticed them just now. Looking closely now, it was a girl.

A girl she had never seen before.

The girl looked young, wearing a pale-yellow floral dress with long hair draped over her shoulders. Her appearance was the quiet and well-behaved type that elders favored. She was lowering her head to cut a dessert on her plate, her movements elegant and refined.

Su Yang seemed to be saying something interesting; her body was leaning forward slightly, her hands gesturing in the air. It was a completely defenseless, fully relaxed posture.

Then, Wen Yusheng saw a scene that made her heart suddenly contract.

Su Yang smiled.

It wasn’t the polite smile she gave to ordinary classmates, nor was it the shy, flattering smile she gave to Wen Yusheng.

It was a brilliant smile, so bright it was piercing.

When Su Yang smiled, her eyes would curve into two crescent moons, and a tiny, sharp tiger tooth would peek out from the corner of her mouth. She looked like a glowing little sun—cloudless, passionate, and sincere.

She was smiling at that girl in the floral dress so widely that her teeth and eyes were showing.

The girl seemed amused by her and also let out a light laugh behind her hand. Then, she picked up a napkin and naturally reached toward Su Yang’s face, seemingly wanting to help her wipe a smudge of sauce from the corner of her mouth.

Su Yang didn’t dodge.

She even moved her face forward a bit to make it easier for the other person.

Clack.

The crystal goblet in Wen Yusheng’s hand slammed heavily against the marble tabletop, letting out a crisp sound. The red wine inside swayed violently, nearly splashing out.

Mr. Liu, sitting opposite her, was startled. The broccoli he had just poked with his fork fell back onto his plate.

“Miss… Miss Wen?” Mr. Liu looked at her with uncertainty. “What’s wrong? Is the wine not to your taste?”

Wen Yusheng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surge of sourness and violence rising in her heart.

She closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, the temperature in her gaze had dropped to the freezing point.

“It’s nothing,” she said coldly. “I just suddenly saw a disobedient little dog.”

Mr. Liu was completely confused and looked around. “A dog? This restaurant allows pets inside?”

Wen Yusheng ignored his foolish words. Her gaze remained deathly locked on that corner.

Su Yang.

Fine. Very good.

This is what you call extra training? This is what you call being tired?

Wen Yusheng felt her rationality crumbling bit by bit.

She and Su Yang had known each other for nearly half a year.

In these six months, Su Yang had been like the most loyal knight by her side, available at a moment’s notice, meticulous in her care. Bringing an umbrella when it rained, delivering medicine when she was sick, even if Wen Yusheng casually mentioned wanting a pastry from a hard-to-buy shop in the south of the city, Su Yang would get up early to wait in line and deliver it to her.

Wen Yusheng was used to Su Yang revolving around her; she was used to being the only person in Su Yang’s eyes.

She had always thought this simple, sunny little dog had been completely tamed by her, just waiting for her to be in a good mood so she could hook a finger and take her home.

But now, reality had dealt her a harsh slap.

It turned out Su Yang wasn’t only good to her.

It turned out that Su Yang could also smile that happily at other girls and defenselessly let others touch her face.

Who was that girl?

A girlfriend?

Or someone she was flirting with?

Wen Yusheng’s brain began to work at high speed, countless possibilities gnawing at her heart like poisonous snakes.

She remembered that Su Yang was a student at the Sports Academy. A place like that was a gathering ground for “Top-tier Catnip” in the lesbian community. Su Yang was good-looking, had a great body, and a sunny personality; there were surely many people who liked her.

Before, Wen Yusheng had never cared about those “wild bees and butterflies” because she was certain Su Yang’s heart belonged to her.

But this scene today gave her an unprecedented sense of crisis.

The girl in the floral dress looked too “good,” too suitable for a relationship. She was completely different from a woman like Wen Yusheng, who was full of calculations and fought in the business world.

Did Su Yang actually like that type?

Gentle, well-behaved, clean.

Instead of someone like her, whose very approach was driven by a purpose.

An emotion called “jealousy” spread crazily through Wen Yusheng’s veins, burning until her fingertips felt numb. She never knew she could have such a strong sense of possessiveness.

She wanted to rush over.

She wanted to pull Su Yang up from that seat.

She wanted to block that girl’s view of Su Yang.

She wanted to tell everyone that Su Yang was hers.

“Miss Wen? Miss Wen?” Mr. Liu’s voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of testing. “Regarding the contract…”

Wen Yusheng snapped back to reality.

She turned her head and looked coldly at the rambling man in front of her.

At this moment, she felt Mr. Liu’s greasy face was repulsive to the extreme. If it weren’t for him, she should have been by Su Yang’s side by now instead of sitting here wasting time.

“Mr. Liu.” Wen Yusheng interrupted him, her tone no longer containing the previous hollow civility, leaving only an unquestionable hardness. “A five percent concession; that is my bottom line. If you agree, sign now. If you don’t, I don’t think there’s any need for us to continue talking.”

Mr. Liu was stunned.

He hadn’t expected Wen Yusheng to suddenly flip her stance, and so resolutely at that.

“This… this is a bit sudden, Miss Wen. Doing business is about harmony and mutual prosperity…”

“I am very busy.” Wen Yusheng glanced at the watch on her wrist, her movements elegant but carrying a chill. “I will only give you one minute to consider.”

As she spoke, she took the long-prepared contract out of her bag and slapped it onto the table with a thwack.

The sound wasn’t loud, but it was like a slap in the face, cutting off all of Mr. Liu’s lingering hopes.

Looking into Wen Yusheng’s emotionless eyes, Mr. Liu suddenly realized this woman wasn’t joking. She truly didn’t care if this deal succeeded or not—or rather, she had enough confidence to go find the next partner.

Cold sweat broke out on Mr. Liu’s forehead.

He weighed the options for a few seconds and finally backed down. After all, the Wen family’s project was a lucrative piece of meat; even with a five percent concession, it was better than losing it entirely.

“Fine, fine. I’ll sign, I’ll sign.” Mr. Liu wiped his sweat, grabbed a pen, and quickly scribbled his name on the contract.

Wen Yusheng didn’t even glance at it; she pulled the contract back and stuffed it into her bag.

“Pleasure doing business.”

She perfunctorily dropped those three words, then picked up her clutch and stood up straight.

“I’ve already paid the bill. Take your time, Mr. Liu.”

With that, regardless of how Mr. Liu reacted, she turned and walked away.

Her high heels stepped on the thick carpet, making a dull and hurried sound.

Wen Yusheng walked very fast, her skirt swaying in sharp arcs with her stride. She felt her heart beating rapidly—it was anger, it was panic, and it was the excitement of the hunt about to begin.

Step by step, she closed in on that corner.

The closer she got, the clearer the laughter from that side became.

Su Yang seemed completely unaware of the impending danger. She was holding a fork, picking up a piece of strawberry cake, seemingly wanting to let the girl across from her try a bite.

“This is seriously super delicious, not too sweet. Try it.” Su Yang’s voice was crisp and pleasant, carrying a hint of expectant pride.

The girl across from her smiled and opened her mouth, preparing to take a bite of cake.

Wen Yusheng’s eyes darkened instantly.

That was treatment even she hadn’t enjoyed.

This idiot Su Yang actually dared to feed someone else?

How did she dare?

Wen Yusheng took a deep breath and adjusted the expression on her face.

She retracted all the gloom and jealousy from her eyes and replaced them with a flawless, gentle mask belonging to “Senior Wen.” However, that smile didn’t reach her eyes; instead, it exuded a chill that made one’s spine tingle.

She slowed her pace, like an elegant black swan, silently gliding into Su Yang’s territory.

Just a second before, the fork in Su Yang’s hand was about to touch the girl’s lips.

A hand lightly rested on Su Yang’s shoulder.

That hand was long and fair, the nails trimmed into neat rounds and painted with a dark red polish that looked exceptionally enchanting under the dim restaurant lights.

Su Yang’s movements froze.

She felt a slightly cool touch on her shoulder, and immediately following that, a familiar, cold woody fragrance drifted into her nostrils.

It was the scent of the perfume Wen Yusheng usually wore.

Su Yang’s whole body stiffened, and she instinctively wanted to turn around.

However, the person behind her gave her no such chance.

Wen Yusheng leaned down slightly, her red lips pressing close to Su Yang’s ear. Her warm breath fanned across the sensitive skin of Su Yang’s neck, triggering a fine tremor.

“Yangyang.”

Wen Yusheng’s voice was very soft, very gentle, like a lover’s whisper, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

She looked at the girl in the floral dress across the table, who was stunned by her sudden appearance. The corners of her mouth hooked into a perfect smile, but her eyes were as cold as ice.

“What a coincidence.”

Wen Yusheng’s fingers slowly slid down Su Yang’s shoulder, finally stopping at her collarbone, pressing down neither too hard nor too light—like a punishment, yet also like a declaration of sovereignty.

The fork in Su Yang’s hand fell into the plate with a clink.

She turned her head mechanically, crashing right into Wen Yusheng’s half-smiling eyes.

Those eyes, which were usually as gentle as water, were now like a bottomless whirlpool, hiding emotions that were impossible to read.

“Sen… Senior?” Su Yang stammered, her voice carrying obvious guilt. “Why are you here?”

Wen Yusheng didn’t answer her question.

She simply tilted her head slightly, her gaze moving past Su Yang to land directly on the girl opposite.

That kind of gaze was like a legal wife scrutinizing a mistress who didn’t know whether to live or die.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Su Yang felt as if she were being roasted over a fire; cold sweat was practically pouring down. She had never seen Wen Yusheng show such an expression—though she was smiling, the surrounding atmospheric pressure was terrifyingly low.

“Yangyang, this little sister looks unfamiliar. Won’t you introduce her to Sister?”

Wen Yusheng finally spoke.

She stood up straight, one hand still resting on Su Yang’s shoulder, maintaining a posture of absolute possession. She looked down at the girl, her tone so gentle it made one’s hair stand on end.

“And who is this?”

Su Yang swallowed hard, her mind a complete blank.

Finished.

That was the only thought in her head.

Although she didn’t know why she should feel guilty, she was clearly just having dinner with her cousin—under Wen Yusheng’s “caught-in-the-act” gaze, she felt she was absolutely heinous.

Across from them, Su Zhou was also stunned by this beautiful woman who had suddenly appeared.

She looked at her cousin’s pathetic, quail-like behavior, then looked at this stunning beauty with a two-meter-high aura. Her sharp intuition told her there was definitely something going on between these two.

Furthermore, why did this beauty’s gaze look so much like she was looking at a love rival?

Su Zhou shrank her neck, preparing to open her mouth to explain.

Wen Yusheng, however, beat her to it. She leaned over slightly, getting close to Su Yang, and said word for word in a voice only the two of them could hear:

“Su Yang, is this the… extra physical training you mentioned?”

Her fingers lightly caressed the back of Su Yang’s neck. Her fingertips were ice-cold, yet they made that patch of skin feel like it was on fire.

“It seems your stamina is indeed good; you even have the energy to accompany someone else for dinner.”

Wen Yusheng let out a light laugh, but her eyes remained cold.

“Since that’s the case, then tonight… shouldn’t you compensate me properly?”