Chapter 78: The Scheming Green Tea Stepsister

Jiang Li regretted it.

At first, she had thought that Lu Chaohuan, having drunk some wine that evening, wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long. But after plunging into waves of desire time and again, she overturned that notion herself.

Only an overwhelming heat remained.

The air conditioning in the room did nothing in the midst of their tight embrace. Waves of heat assaulted them, so scorching it was nearly suffocating.

Her blood raced through her veins like molten lava, burning every vessel and bringing an unbearable restlessness.

But the hottest thing of all was their inseparable embrace.

“Loosen… loosen up a bit.”

Her trembling voice barely escaped before it was muffled again. Jiang Li shook as she opened her mouth, trying to draw in a breath of cool air. Instead, she met scorching lips.

Even the stolen oxygen was drowned in a deep, lingering kiss.

“No, I want to hold you.” A muffled refusal came, and she clung even tighter.

The arms locked around her were like invisible chains, binding her so firmly between them that Jiang Li couldn’t move an inch. She could only huddle her shoulders and neck as tightly as possible.

It wasn’t just the embrace—every part of her felt burning hot.

Lu Chaohuan’s kisses fell like dense raindrops, starting from her forehead, brushing over her thin eyelids, down to her flushed cheeks, and finally pressing heavily onto her lips.

Each one teased and tugged with a thrilling sharpness that made her soul quiver. The wet sounds hadn’t stopped since she’d agreed, echoing repeatedly in her ears.

Lu Chaohuan domineeringly stole her right to breathe until the air grew perilously thin, stars danced before her eyes, and dizziness set in—only then did she release her.

She had promised just one bite, but from the start until now, Jiang Li had lost count of the marks left on her body. Some of the earliest ones were already bruising faintly purple.

Jiang Li’s skin was tender and sensitive; even a light pinch left a mark easily.

Lu Chaohuan had only recently discovered this and eagerly told her about it.

“Sister, look here,” her fingertip had pointed to a patch of skin on Jiang Li’s waist, her tone brimming with excitement. “I just sucked lightly, and it turned red.”

To test her theory, Lu Chaohuan left several more marks in a row, scattered like orderly stars across the sky, each with its own unique shape.

Once she confirmed how sensitive the skin was, Jiang Li faced a storm of kisses. In one fleeting moment, she lifted her misty eyes and met a pair of dark, obsessive ones.

The air around them seemed ignited by the intense desire in that gaze, exuding a suffocating pressure.

And Jiang Li, at the center of it all, bore the full brunt, unable to escape even a little.

The nearly plundering affection unfolded, growing deeper with every moment.

Whenever Jiang Li thought they’d reached the peak, Lu Chaohuan guided her into the next level, making her shudder. It was as if she had a natural mastery over her.

At first, it was mixed with tenderness.

Lu Chaohuan’s eyes locked obsessively on the undulating, graceful body—a gaze brimming with fascination, a hunger to devour her whole.

“This is mine.”

Amid the boiling heat, their sweaty palms clasped tightly once more. Lu Chaohuan pressed her hand down and kissed the straight line of her collarbone with utmost reverence.

It connected to the shoulder and neck she adored—so fair and beautiful, always drawing her gaze.

Especially when she wore a white shirt, half-revealed and teasing, it unleashed her allure to the fullest.

But it was also maddeningly seductive!

“Hiss! Don’t bite… ah…”

No matter how sturdy the collarbone, the thin layer of skin over it was fragile. A sharp bite from teeth naturally hurt.

She bit down on the collarbone as if venting her frustration. The pained cry that reached her ears somewhat quelled the sourness in Lu Chaohuan’s heart. Her eyes darkened as she repeated to herself over and over.

She was Jiang Li’s—her sister’s, and hers alone.

But jealousy, once it surged, didn’t retreat easily. Right now, Lu Chaohuan’s mind was filled with the words about Jiang Li being hit on during class.

And those mesmerized gazes fixed on Jiang Li.

Her tongue pressed hard and slid over, unleashing all her inner bitterness on the innocent collarbone, making it bear the brunt of her anger instead of its owner.

“Next time, you can only wear a white shirt for me to see.”

Her eyes narrowed through the haze, and Jiang Li endured the tingling itch radiating from the girl in her arms. Amid her dizzying haze of consciousness, she heard Lu Chaohuan’s outrageous demand.

Or perhaps, a baffling one.

But in an instant, Jiang Li understood what was on her mind. The corners of her eyes curved into a smile, and the hand not held captive twirled through Lu Chaohuan’s loose hair.

“The Vinegar King is jealous?”

Most people would deny it, but Lu Chaohuan didn’t see it as anything hard to admit. She owned up frankly and even turned the accusation back on Jiang Li.

“Sister is like a social butterfly, always attracting admirers whenever she goes out.” Lu Chaohuan’s voice was muffled against Jiang Li’s shoulder and neck, full of displeasure.

Hearing this made Jiang Li chuckle inwardly. Hadn’t Lu Chaohuan forgotten how much more attention she’d drawn when they went out before? It had been far more exaggerated than her own.

That was what Jiang Li thought, but she didn’t say it aloud.

She wouldn’t easily admit to being jealous back then—it was too petty.

Instead, Jiang Li wound the strands of hair around her finger tighter and softly promised, “Alright, from now on, I’ll only be your butterfly.”

“Only”—that word alone was enough to captivate Lu Chaohuan effortlessly.

She could possess Jiang Li uniquely; everything about Jiang Li would belong solely to her, whether the dancing butterfly or the gentle sunlight…

All of it, every bit, would bear Lu Chaohuan’s exclusive mark.

“Sister…”

Her greedy unease soothed, Lu Chaohuan’s desires swelled, craving even more. Her dazed, fiery eyes roamed obsessively over the face before her.

She wanted Jiang Li to say more, to spill more words she loved hearing.

Her body was enveloped once again in flames. Jiang Li hadn’t expected that a single sentence would reignite Lu Chaohuan’s full passion, dragging her ruthlessly back into oblivion.

Her soft lips showed no mercy now, targeting every sensitive spot. Though the lips were soft, Jiang Li felt Lu Chaohuan pouring all her strength into it as she tried desperately to shrink her shoulders.

“Sister,” her lips parted slightly, fingertips dancing over pale skin. Lu Chaohuan pressed her tongue to the plum blossoms, murmuring thickly, “Do you like me? Will you like me forever?”

Receiving no answer, Lu Chaohuan simply continued.

Her fingertips roamed freely, her playful tongue joining in, tracing every part of the body and claiming the spots she cherished one by one.

Her obsessive gaze, framed by long lashes, held a heart-stirring possessiveness—a craving for the body, a mastery over mind and soul.

Lu Chaohuan had always known what kind of person she was.

“I’ll crave to claim Sister for myself, to lock you by my side. Maybe in the future, I’ll do things that trouble you.”

Specks of moisture glistened. Amid Jiang Li’s suppressed moans by her ear, flushes and sweat bloomed on her cheeks simultaneously, the darkness in her eyes deepening.

“I like biting Sister.” She punctuated the words with a nip, her damp fingertips casually tucking a stray lock behind Jiang Li’s ear, her voice low. “Maybe from now on, I’ll bite you every day.”

Wet sounds bubbled up as Lu Chaohuan leaned forward, sliding down from her cheek.

“Beautiful, seductive face.” Her lips descended.

“Fragile, slender neck.” Her lips sucked.

“Cute and full…” Her lips enveloped and teased.

…

From top to bottom, every inch received Lu Chaohuan’s meticulous kisses. She laid bare her possession before Jiang Li, shattering the image of her as merely obedient.

Even if it wouldn’t win Jiang Li’s favor, Lu Chaohuan resolved to do it anyway.

Sister, what will you choose for someone like me?

Sweat trailed down, but those blazing, gloomy eyes never wavered.

Finally, with her fingertips fully buried, as beads of sweat from her forehead dripped onto the taut, delicate thigh, the most enchanting words finally reached her ears.

“I like… I like Lu Chaohuan…” She didn’t know how much time had passed that night, but Jiang Li’s voice was hoarse and low, her mind foggy, clinging only to the words she had to say.

It was what Lu Chaohuan had longed to hear most amid her relentless entanglements that night.

“Only you. I like only Lu Chaohuan.”

The night sky twinkled with stars. Amid her embrace’s warmth, Lu Chaohuan contentedly drew her fully into her arms, squeezing tight again and again, as if she could embed her into her own body.

Lu Chaohuan asked for little—just one Jiang Li.

One that belonged solely to her, forever and always.

Her obsessive gaze slowly lowered, a pleased curve tugging at Lu Chaohuan’s lips. She loved the marks on Jiang Li’s body, her marks.

All of them were hers.

The night deepened, the cold moon having retired.

With her face buried in Jiang Li’s neck, Lu Chaohuan locked her tightly in her embrace and obediently closed her eyes.

Good night, Sister.

Good night, my girlfriend.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…

Cheerful Christmas carols echoed through the streets, the holiday spirit thick in the air. Twinkling colored lights adorned everything, and Christmas trees standing before doorways shone brightly.

The sweltering summer and golden autumn had faded into the distance, and the fantastical winter had arrived quietly.

Unknowingly, several months had passed since Jiang Li came to this world.

Hmm… Should she go strolling here with Chaohuan tomorrow?

With Christmas approaching, couples wandered hand in hand everywhere. Jiang Li instructed the driver to go slower, then curiously surveyed the streets around her.

Store windows along the streets featured meticulously arranged Christmas scenes that drew her gaze.

Jiang Li blinked, taking in the lively decorations on the green Christmas trees lining the streets. To her side, cozy family setups featured lifelike Santa Claus, snowmen, reindeer, and other plush toys.

Jolly Christmas tunes, corner Christmas trees, charming little holiday cottages, and the scent of freshly baked sweet cakes wafting through the air.

In such an atmosphere, it seemed perfect to hold hands, sip a warm milk tea, and wander, taking in the elaborate sights—and her beautiful girl.

No sooner had she thought of her beautiful girl than the exclusive message tone chimed repeatedly in the car.

-Have you arrived, Sister?

-Once you’re there, no smiling at others casually. You promised me, Sister.

Amusement flickered in her eyes. Jiang Li quickly replied with an okay and asked how long until she reached the restaurant.

With Christmas coming, Lu Chaohuan’s school project had grown busier.

The teacher wanted it finished before the new year, so she urged the students to speed up.

What had been ample free time suddenly tightened. Even today, for Father Jiang’s birthday, Lu Chaohuan had crammed a week’s worth of work to make room.

With classes to attend, only Jiang Li headed to the restaurant first.

Not many people were invited today—Father Jiang had set just six tables.

Jiang Li brushed off Lu Chaohuan’s vigilant probes with a light laugh. After all, the guests were Dad’s friends; how could any romantic rivals appear?

That was until, bored and scrolling on her phone, Father Jiang pulled her to meet an old musician friend—with a young woman standing beside him.

“Long time no see, Old Fu.” Father Jiang greeted him warmly, then turned to introduce his daughter. “This is my daughter, Jiang Li. What do you think?”

It was an elder, so Jiang Li bowed slightly, politely calling him Uncle Fu. With a soft smile in her eyes, she stood by Father Jiang, listening as he chatted with the man.

He wore a dark suit with a crisp white shirt peeking from the collar—elegant yet dignified, just like the musician she’d imagined, his aura gentle.

Her gaze met the girl at his side, who was also looking at her. Their eyes locked.

123 came online: [Ding! Congratulations on enjoying a sweet romance with Female Lead 2 before finally meeting this world’s Female Lead.]

Ignoring 123’s sarcastic tone, Jiang Li felt a spark of curiosity upon realizing the woman before her was the world’s female lead.

She didn’t know what her previous tasks had entailed, but this world’s had been surprisingly easy—she’d pulled Lu Chaohuan right out of the plotline.

Lu Chaohuan, who should have been entangled in the storyline to a tragic end, was now inseparably tied to her.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Fu Yu.”

Fu Yu extended her hand first, a faint smile gracing her lips, her eyes gleaming with bright confidence.

She wore a simple black long dress, her long hair loosely pinned up, a few strands framing her ears—a perfect embodiment of graceful maturity.

Jiang Li shook her hand with a polite smile, and they exchanged introductions.

Their fathers, not having seen each other in ages, chatted enthusiastically. Jiang Li waited patiently nearby, appearing attentive while her thoughts drifted to the still-absent Lu Chaohuan.

Chaohuan should be almost here; her last message said she was just one traffic light away.

She hoped dinner would end early so she could take Lu Chaohuan to check out that Christmas cottage she’d seen.

“Li Li, chat with Uncle Fu a bit.”

Father Jiang’s voice pulled her back. Jiang Li quickly refocused, flashing an obedient smile as she conversed with Father Fu.

It was the usual elder inquiries: What did she do for work? Where? How was life lately? Any future plans…?

But when Father Fu subtly introduced Fu Yu midway, Jiang Li discreetly tugged at Father Jiang, who kept heaping praise.

A sense of foreboding flickered in her heart.

Seizing the moment while Fu Yu and Father Fu discussed their next concert, Jiang Li yanked Father Jiang aside.

“Dad, what are you doing? Setting me up on a blind date?”

Seeing the tension on Jiang Li’s face, Father Jiang misunderstood and explained, “I thought Fu Yu seemed great—like Yun Chu. So I specially asked Uncle Fu to bring her along for you to meet.”

Yun Chu—oh god. Jiang Li helplessly rubbed her forehead. Ever since 123 told her the second identity task for this world was voided, she’d forgotten all about her ex, Yun Chu.

No, the real issue was… if Lu Chaohuan arrived and saw her on a blind date…

A shiver ran through her. Jiang Li didn’t dare imagine it.

“I just saw how down you were after the breakup, not even wanting to go out. You stayed cooped up at home all day.”

No, it was because she’d been glued to Lu Chaohuan, with no time or extra energy for outings.

She hadn’t realized her recent homebody phase had led to this misunderstanding by Father Jiang. Jiang Li laughed wryly, but compared to before, her life had indeed changed a lot.

“Just talk. You can be friends if nothing else. Old Fu and I won’t force it.”

With things said that far, Jiang Li had no choice but to turn back with an obedient smile and continue chatting. Midway, she fetched champagne for them.

After a light sip, she set her glass down and noticed Fu Yu across from her looking hesitant, as if wanting to say something.

Jiang Li took the initiative. “What’s wrong, Miss Fu?”

Fu Yu shook her head lightly, paused, then pulled a handkerchief from her bag. She leaned straight toward Jiang Li.

Her graceful form nearly pulled Jiang Li into an embrace. The mature woman gazed at her tenderly; their eyes met in an intimate stare as she dabbed the handkerchief on Jiang Li’s face.

Neither too soon nor too late—it perfectly captured this highly ambiguous scene in the eyes of Lu Chaohuan, who had just stepped into the restaurant.

A chill ran down her spine, alarms blaring in her heart. Jiang Li whipped her head back along the cold sensation and locked eyes with Lu Chaohuan standing not far away.

The handkerchief slipped to Jiang Li’s lips from her sudden movement, making it even more suggestive.

The gaze scraping over her turned icier, like razor-sharp blades. Seeing the suppressed fury in Lu Chaohuan’s eyes, Jiang Li’s heart began to tremble.

What to do if the Vinegar King girlfriend catches her in an ambiguous moment with the blind date?!

Urgent!