On Her Wedding Night, She Transmigrated To The Aftermath Of Her Divorce - Chapter 13

Yu Lan was Yu Yan’s biological mother. By all accounts of logic and etiquette, Fu Yunqing had already done what she needed to do and should have left.

She rarely overstepped her bounds, but she couldn’t help it when someone needed her so desperately. Ultimately, she stood protectively in front of Yu Yan and said to Yu Lan, “Director Yu, please go back and rest. I’ll look after Yanyan tonight.”

Yu Lan nodded. “Alright. She’s quite clingy with you. I’ve lectured her too much, so she doesn’t want to be around me. If I say a few words to her, she’s probably cursing me out in her heart.”

Fu Yunqing gave a slight smile. “How could she?”

Yu Lan left the room.

After closing the door, she stood still in front of the heavy wooden entrance, seemingly deep in thought.

“Ms. Yu, is there anything you’d like to instruct?” the servant who followed her out asked proactively upon seeing her like this.

“Nothing.” Yu Lan shook her head and turned to walk away.

She wasn’t worried about whether Fu Yunqing could take good care of her daughter. Rather, she was surprised by Fu Yunqing’s attitude toward Yu Yan.

She wasn’t particularly familiar with Fu Yunqing; by count, Fu Yunqing was only fourteen years younger than her. In her dealings with others, Fu Yunqing had always maintained a demeanor as calm as a chrysanthemum;  polite, disciplined, and keeping a proper distance. For such a cold person… Yu Yan’s talent for making people like her was truly excessive.

Of course, Yu Lan curled her lips slightly. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Yu Lan always said Yu Yan was naughty, but in reality, making her behave was quite easy. For instance, when someone was as gentle as Fu Yunqing was right now.

The moment Yu Lan closed the door, the daughter who had been silent in front of her mother immediately let out a whimper before Fu Yunqing. She reached out to hook her arms around Fu Yunqing’s neck, pressing herself into her embrace.

Embracing was no longer a strange or foreign act between them.

Fu Yunqing knew what she was feeling aggrieved about without her needing to say it. She thought: to be this sick and still be scolded, she really is a bit too pitiable.

So, she caught her, resting her hand lightly on Yu Yan’s waist while the other stroked her head. “There now.”

Perhaps it was Fu Yunqing’s gentleness that magnified her grievance, or perhaps being sick made her overly sentimental, or maybe she simply wanted Fu Yunqing to feel more heartache for her. Or perhaps eyes swollen from a cold just cry easily. Whatever the case, Yu Yan actually started to cry. Hot tears flowed from her eyes; Yu Yan wiped them away with the back of her hand, leaving a mess of tear tracks. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she tried to hold back the remaining tears, her brow furrowed into a tight knot.

Fu Yunqing saw this. She pulled out a tissue and leaned down, dabbing away the remaining tears bit by bit.

A dense, prickling ache of sympathy spread through her heart. It happened naturally yet felt so foreign.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay, it doesn’t matter.”

Fu Yunqing wasn’t actually very good at comforting people, nor was she used to being this close to someone. Or rather, she had never been this close to anyone before. Yu Yan was special. From the very beginning, she had burst into Fu Yunqing’s field of vision in an unexpectedly unique way. She made Fu Yunqing think she was cute and interesting, and at some unknown point, things between them had become subtle and ambiguous.

Regarding the affection and dependence Yu Yan showed her, Fu Yunqing thought to herself: I am enjoying this.

Just like holding her right now.

So, Fu Yunqing couldn’t help but stroke her head again. “Be good.”

She wasn’t sure if this would stop Yu Yan’s tears, and she wondered what to do if it didn’t. She felt like she should think of a solution.

Yu Yan said in a muffled, small voice, “I didn’t mean to cry.”

“Mm, you just felt too wronged,” Fu Yunqing echoed.

“She always criticizes me, ever since I was little. If I’m not sick, I get scolded; if I am sick, I still get scolded. She’s never said anything nice to me and never comforted me.”

It sounded truly terrible. How could a mother bear to treat her child like that?

Fu Yunqing paused for a moment, then whispered, “Am I not comforting you now?”

Her tone was indeed one of coaxing Yu Yan. That slight hint of a smile formed an incredibly flirtatious pull; Yu Yan’s eyes, which had been full of pity just a moment ago, suddenly changed their expression.

Oh no, my heart is racing, I’m so excited, I’m blushing… I’ve really been hooked by Sister Fu like a puppy.

She turned her head, meeting Fu Yunqing’s lowered gaze directly. Yu Yan actually became shy. Her breathing grew heavy, and she flusteredly buried her face in the crook of Fu Yunqing’s neck.

It was rare to see Yu Yan shy. Fu Yunqing found it quite interesting and continued, “I originally brought you pudding, but I didn’t expect you to be so pitiable that you didn’t even get to eat it.”

Yu Yan: “…I want to eat it now.”

Fu Yunqing: “No, you just took medicine.”

Rejected. So strict.

Fu Yunqing had also just showered. She wore a soft-fabric nightgown, and the beige cardigan over her shoulders made her look incredibly gentle. Yu Yan was particularly fond of this type of woman; she would be rooted to the spot if she saw one on the street. Having just used body wash, the scent on her was much richer than her usual cold, crisp fragrance especially at the crook of her neck.

She smells so good…

Yu Yan started to feel unnatural again. She lowered her head against the other’s collarbone, not daring to look at the deep cleavage and fullness hidden beneath the fabric. Her gaze flitted around frantically before landing on Fu Yunqing’s wrist, drawn to a deep green jade bracelet with floating flower patterns. She took Fu Yunqing’s hand and toyed with it, saying, “Your bracelet is so beautiful.”

“A friend gave me a piece of raw material. I thought it looked good after cutting it, so I had a bracelet made,” Fu Yunqing said. “Do you want one too? I have many good pieces of raw jade there.”

Yu Yan didn’t understand just how many millions of “good raw material” in Fu Yunqing’s mouth was actually worth. She just felt that Sister Fu was truly wealthy. Regarding such a good thing, she whispered, “I want one.”

“Alright, I’ll take you to pick one when we go back. Now, go to sleep.”

Yu Yan lay back on the pillow. Fu Yunqing turned off the lights, leaving only a small, dim yellow nightlight. She sat by the bed, adjusting the fever-reducing patch on Yu Yan’s forehead that had gone slightly askew. Yu Yan didn’t close her eyes, looking at her instead. “Will Sister sleep with me tonight?”

Both of them remembered the first night they arrived in Dublin, when a drunk Yu Yan wished to go to Fu Yunqing’s room and sleep with her. Yu Yan had now gotten her wish and felt a bit smug.

Fu Yunqing didn’t stop what she was doing. “Mm-hmm. Didn’t I just tell your mother that?”

Hehe, who could be this lucky? Yu Yan smiled again, asking despite already knowing the answer: “Will you leave in the middle of the night?”

This question made her seem even more clingy not even letting her leave while she was asleep? But the reason she was so willful was because she knew Fu Yunqing would indulge her. Fu Yunqing saw Yu Yan’s smugness and, with the tolerance of an adult toward a child, granted her wish: “I won’t. If I leave, what will happen if your fever gets worse in the middle of the night?”

She moved quickly, not giving Yu Yan another chance to speak, and covered her eyes. “Alright, close your eyes.”

“…”

The girl’s long, butterfly-wing lashes scratched against her palm a few times before settling into stillness. When Fu Yunqing removed her hand, Yu Yan had obediently closed her eyes and entered a flawless, quiet dreamscape.

It was a very subtle feeling.

Fu Yunqing didn’t go to sleep. She leaned against the headboard and found a book to read. Every half hour, she would touch Yu Yan’s forehead, pull up the covers Yu Yan had kicked off, and tidy her hair.

Yu Yan slept deeply and was dreaming. From time to time, soft murmurs escaped her throat, her tone tender and carrying a faint tremor. Every time she heard them, Fu Yunqing couldn’t quite find peace. She kept moving her gaze from the book to her, curious about what she was dreaming about.

Yu Yan rolled over, her face pressing against the side of Fu Yunqing’s thigh through the fabric. Fu Yunqing knew this was an unconscious movement. She recalled the image and feeling of the day she let Yu Yan rest her head on her lap; it was very similar to now, yet not quite the same.

Last time, Yu Yan wasn’t asleep, she was just drunk. Fu Yunqing admitted to herself that letting Yu Yan rest on her lap then had indeed carried a bit of selfish intent to flirt.

But this time, it was Yu Yan who proactively clung to her in her sleep. It made Fu Yunqing subconsciously lighten her breathing, afraid her heartbeat would betray too much and startle the little cat resting against her.

If she didn’t sleep comfortably, she would leave.

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