After Breaking Up With the Scheming Bad Woman 3

Chapter 3: Slowly Indulging the Intimate Actions of the Person on Top of Her.

Being Chu Wantang’s little sister came at a price.

On her eighteenth birthday, Huai Xing heard with her own ears what that price was—

No falling in love, no ambiguous relationships, no dating.

The moment Huai Xing showed any sign of developing such feelings for anyone, their relationship would end.

At first, Huai Xing was deeply confused. She didn’t understand why her seemingly gentle and polite sister would make such a strange demand of her.

Her sister seemed to avoid love like the plague, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask why. She had worked so hard to get into a university in Jingcheng. In this vast city, Chu Wantang was her only family.

Later, she stopped being curious about the answer, because it wasn’t just her; Chu Wantang herself adhered to these rules. The only person Chu Wantang ever brought home was her friend, Su Cheng. She had never seen Chu Wantang date anyone.

Even today at the company, when she saw Chu Wantang and Li Lin in the guest area, she wasn’t worried that Chu Wantang would accept the young master’s roses and gifts.

What upset her was seeing Chu Wantang being pestered, and the fact that even though Chu Wantang was back at the office, her own message window remained empty.

Right now, Chu Wantang was settling the day’s accounts with her.

The hand on the back of her neck was not warm; it carried a hint of coolness, and the feeling of the fingertips caressing her skin was an itch that was hard to ignore.

This itch was like a vigorously growing branch in spring, creeping into Huai Xing’s body inch by inch, making her feel as if she were a tree rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Under the dim yellow light, she looked at Chu Wantang’s bright and striking face, swallowed quietly, and then parted her lips under the woman’s gaze. “I dealt with it after work.”

She had plucked its petals, broken its stem, and thrown it into a trash can in the restaurant’s restroom.

The movement on the back of her neck paused noticeably.

Chu Wantang’s eyes held a smile. She gently lifted her wrist and tucked a stray strand of Huai Xing’s hair behind her ear before analyzing, “She was clearly using the holiday to give flowers to someone she likes, but she just didn’t want to be found out.” Her fingertip accidentally brushed against the girl’s ear. “You’re not the person she likes. There’s no point in keeping a flower like that.”

But they both knew that if Huai Xing were the person Fei Shutao liked, keeping the flower would be even more out of the question.

Huai Xing obediently lowered her eyes. “I know.”

She then promised softly, “I won’t secretly drink iced things anymore either…”

Chu Wantang released her and said with mock seriousness, “Don’t come crying to me when you get cramps in a few days.”

The tense atmosphere finally relaxed. Huai Xing’s bright eyes filled with a smile. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, propping one knee on the sofa, and hugged Chu Wantang, pressing her against the backrest.

Chu Wantang’s body stiffened for two seconds before she tilted her head back, slowly indulging the intimate actions of the person on top of her.

Such hugs had happened many times in the past, both standing and sitting.

It was just that they hadn’t seen each other for half a month, so she was a little unaccustomed to it.

“Jiejie, you’re finally back from your trip. I missed you so much. When you’re not home, even my food doesn’t taste good.” With the matter finally resolved, Huai Xing began to act spoiled as she usually did, saying the unsent message aloud to her face.

She lightly sniffed the sweet fragrance on the other woman, not daring to breathe too deeply.

Their hair intertwined, and the girl’s warm, moist breath tickled her ear.

Chu Wantang’s palm rested on the small of Huai Xing’s back, causing their bodies to press together. She looked out at the thick darkness of the night, murmured an “Mm,” and then chuckled softly. “I couldn’t really tell.”

Huai Xing pulled back a little, took her hand, her voice like the juice that spurts out when peeling a lychee, exceptionally sweet and clear. “If you don’t believe me, feel. My waist is definitely thinner…”

“…” Chu Wantang’s finely drawn brows knitted slightly. She didn’t indulge her. “Go take a shower. You smell like alcohol. It’s not pleasant.”

Huai Xing immediately got off the sofa.

Chu Wantang also rose slowly. “I’m exhausted from the trip. I’m going to bed first. Good night.”

“Good night.”

Huai Xing had just taken two steps to the side when she heard that rich, feminine voice again. “Oh, right, Xiao Xing.”

“What is it?” Huai Xing looked back.

“Is your living allowance not enough? Why else would you think of getting a job? I’m not under any financial pressure. Your excuse doesn’t pass with me.”

“It’s enough, Jiejie.” Huai Xing looked a little embarrassed. “It’s just that I feel I lack social experience and wanted to see what it’s like to have a job.”

From the moment they confirmed their sisterly relationship, Chu Wantang had transferred a living allowance to Huai Xing every month.

During her year and a half at Yuncheng No. 1 High School, Huai Xing’s monthly allowance was three thousand. When she came to Jingcheng, it doubled. There were additional transfers on holidays and her birthday.

Huai Xing was never a big spender; sometimes she couldn’t even use it all.

Many friends who knew about it were incredibly envious, asking which direction they should pray to in order to get such a rich, beautiful, and kind older sister, and whether it was too late to start now.

A real older sister? Huai Xing would just smile and not explain.

At this moment, her “real older sister,” after hearing her excuse, fell silent for two seconds before she couldn’t help but laugh. “Looking for hardship where there is none.”

Chu Wantang dropped this assessment and said no more, turning and entering the master bedroom.

Huai Xing watched the closed door and let out a breath.

She placed a hand over her chest, feeling as if her heart had nearly leaped out. Then, thinking of Chu Wantang’s smile just now, her own lips curled up. She went into her bedroom to get a change of clothes.

Coincidentally, her phone vibrated at that moment.

She sat down on the edge of her bed. In a good mood, the end of her words lifted as she answered her friend’s call. “Tu Tu, what’s up?”

“I sent you a WeChat message but you didn’t reply. The time and place for tomorrow’s gathering have changed. Check it online later.” Tu Zhaoyu then added, “Is Sister Wantang back?”

“She’s back.”

“Oh my…” Tu Zhaoyu laughed on the other end of the line. “So is she bringing you tomorrow? We all miss her.”

Huai Xing’s smile vanished in an instant, but her tone remained normal as she joked, “No matter how much you all miss her, she’ll only ever be my sister. It’s too late for you to start praying now.”

After a pause, she sighed with feigned difficulty. “She just got back from her trip and is very tired. I’ll come by myself tomorrow.”

“Alright then. Say hi to Sister Wantang for us.”

After Tu Zhaoyu hung up, Huai Xing replied to the message on WeChat, then turned her head to look at the closed door of the master bedroom.

Jiejie is probably already asleep, right? She had heard from colleagues that this business trip had been mentally, physically, and emotionally draining.

Thinking of this, Huai Xing tiptoed lightly. A few minutes later, the sound of water from the bathroom began to pour out.

And in the pitch-black master bedroom next to the bathroom, a muffled, slightly titillating sound was completely concealed.

Chu Wantang wiped her fingers clean with a wet wipe.

With the sound of the running water as her accompaniment, she closed her eyes lightly, her chin slightly raised, her body tensed.

Her lips were parted, the hot air she exhaled dissipating into the air. Her breathing had lost its rhythm from the very beginning, but she didn’t let the slightest moan escape.

In the end, however, she couldn’t help but turn her head and let out a soft, whimpering cry that had nowhere to hide.

Outside the door, the sound of the shower stopped right at that moment.

A thin layer of sweat beaded on Chu Wantang’s temples, and the corners of her eyes glistened. Her chest heaved as she steadied her breathing.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning, like a sharp blade, tore through the heavy night curtain. A rolling thunder followed closely, exploding in the silent night with torrential force, as if a mountain were collapsing.

Chu Wantang squinted, looking at the window momentarily illuminated by the lightning, and relaxed her wrist.

She had just finished her own storm, and now a downpour was starting outside.

On the other side, Huai Xing was huddled under her covers after her shower. The thunder was deafening; even earplugs were useless.

By the light of her small night lamp, she looked at the A-bei-bei she was holding.

Some people’s A-bei-bei was a pillow towel or a stuffed animal, but hers was a beautiful mutton-fat jade comb that had belonged to her mother, Huai Zhao.

The jade comb was translucent, white, and smooth, with a wonderful feel. It had accompanied her to sleep since she was a child.

But tonight, she was destined for a sleepless night.

The moment she closed her eyes, she would think of Chu Wantang in the master bedroom, and the sensation of their embrace earlier.

Huai Xing’s breathing deepened. Her thoughts suddenly jumped back to February six years ago, in Yuncheng, when her mother was preparing to start a new family with a high school classmate named Xu Zhixun.

The first time she met Chu Wantang was at a dinner where both families gathered.

Her mother patted her shoulder and introduced her, “Xiao Xing, this is Sister Wantang. Her surname is Chu.”

At that time, Chu Wantang had only been out of university for a couple of years. She wasn’t as mature as she was now, but she was still dazzlingly brilliant.

But half a month later, a tragedy struck. On their way to the Civil Affairs Bureau, the car carrying Huai Zhao and Xu Zhixun plunged into the turbulent moat. By the time they were pulled out, both had stopped breathing.

It was a stormy day, just like tonight. Huai Xing knelt before her mother’s tombstone, her tears mixing with the rain.

She was all alone in the world.

But Chu Wantang, whom she had only met a few times, came over with an umbrella, bent down, squatted, and gently wiped away her tears. “Do you want to be my family? I don’t have any family left either.”

From then on, although their parents’ deaths prevented them from being on the same household register, their relationship still developed along its intended trajectory.

But as time went on, Huai Xing’s own trajectory changed.

For her, the heaviest, deepest price of being Chu Wantang’s little sister was—

She had inevitably fallen for Chu Wantang, but Chu Wantang herself could never know. She was forever nailed to the identity of “little sister.”

Unable to break free, unable to escape, only the dark night was left to devour and chew on her affections.

Her secret love was like the flower-planting task the teacher had assigned in elementary school to test their honesty. Day and night, she diligently watered a boiled seed.

But the flower would never bloom. The day she was waiting for would never come.

Her eyelashes trembled. She tightened her grip on the jade comb and whispered into the air, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Chu Wantang.”

After an unknown amount of time, the phone beside her, accompanied by a new clap of thunder, vibrated again.

She froze, releasing the emotions she had been clutching.

It was a call from the person in the master bedroom.

Huai Xing answered solemnly, afraid the air itself would betray her private whispers. But before she could speak, she heard Chu Wantang’s weary voice say, “Impressive.”

“What?” Huai Xing was confused, a little dazed.

“We’ve only been apart for half a month, and you’re already not coming to find me on a scary, thundery night? Very impressive.”

(1) 阿贝贝 (Ā bèi bei): A slang term for a comfort object, similar to a security blanket or a favorite stuffed animal that a person, often a child, is attached to for comfort.