On Her Wedding Night, She Transmigrated To The Aftermath Of Her Divorce - Chapter 15

Fu Yunqing sat by the bed, while Yu Yan, the patient, sat on the bed, holding her hand. Yu Yan looked so frail after just recovering from a fever, her complexion still pale. Yet her actions and the thoughts hidden in her heart were so bold. Her breath, light as a feather, brushed softly and unevenly against Fu Yunqing’s cheek. Yu Yan pursed her lips slightly and gave Fu Yunqing a genuine kiss.

How could Fu Yunqing not recognize that touch as a kiss? In an instant, she didn’t know how to react. Yu Yan, too, felt a bit incredulous. She slowly pulled back, only realizing how embarrassed she should be after she’d already done it. But she really couldn’t suppress her desire to be close to Fu Yunqing—she’d wanted to kiss her for so long!

Yu Yan grew even more nervous, her lips parting slightly as she stole furtive glances at Fu Yunqing’s reaction.

I’m done for.

I broke the rules.

I went too far.

Why did I just kiss her? Yu Yan was truly reckless, never thinking about the consequences of her actions.

“Okay,” Fu Yunqing said, her breathing a little unsteady. She stood up without looking at Yu Yan. “I should go now.”

“…Okay.”

Yu Yan obediently murmured in response, and something about her tone tugged at Fu Yunqing’s heart. For some reason, Fu Yunqing had the distinct impression that Yu Yan was feeling dejected, and she couldn’t help but look back at her.

Yu Yan sat on the bed, her hands gripping the quilt outside the covers as she watched Fu Yunqing leave. From her superior vantage point, Fu Yunqing’s heart softened slightly.

“Get some rest,” Fu Yunqing said, her voice unusually gentle. “If your eyes hurt, don’t use your phone too much. I brought you some pudding. Try a little if you feel up to it. Text me if you need anything.”

Her tone was softer than usual, neither scolding nor dismissive. Yu Yan, ever perceptive, seemed to notice this subtle shift.

“Mmm~” Yu Yan responded this time with unusual enthusiasm, her voice sweet and clingy. Her eyes curved into crescents, as if she were overjoyed and eager to please Fu Yunqing.

Fu Yunqing’s heart fluttered again.

Only she knew how suddenly she wanted to reach out and give Yu Yan a gentle pat on her head. But her body moved faster than her thoughts, and she was already walking toward the door.

She closed the door quietly and stood in the hallway, raising a hand to touch the spot where Yu Yan had kissed her earlier, her mind drifting. A servant approached and greeted her, and she lowered her hand, offering a haughty nod in return.

Hidden beneath her thick, long hair, no one could see the tips of her ears turning red.

Inside the room, Yu Yan covered her face and let out a small, silent squeal. She quickly turned to text her girlfriends.

[[Yu Yan: I kissed my wife!]

[Shen Rui: Where did you kiss her?]

[Liang Su: Where did you kiss her?]

[Huo Xixi: WHERE DID YOU KISS HER?!]

[Yu Yan: On the cheek!]

[Shen Rui: How did she react?]

[Yu Yan: I think she was a little shy.]

[Shen Rui: Wow, that’s hard to imagine.]

[Liang Su: Did her face turn red?]

[Yu Yan replied: She ran away really fast.]

[Huo Xixi: Not much progress, huh? You’ve been together for days. Why hasn’t our “wild sister” pinned her down yet?]

[Yu Yan replied: What are you talking about?! “Wild sister”? That’s hilarious!]

[Huo Xixi: Didn’t you call yourself a “wild woman”? Why are you acting all pure and innocent, just kissing cheeks?]

Yu Yan replied, dead serious: I was afraid of scaring my wife. I didn’t realize she’d be so shy.

[Yu Yan: So, we need to take things slow.]

The three of them replied: Okay, okay, everything’s under Sister Yan’s control.

Yu Yan: Hehe jpg.

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But after playing on her phone for a while, Yu Yan’s eyes started to hurt and tear up. She felt dizzy again. She tossed her phone aside, buried her head in the blanket, and fell back asleep.

The joy of kissing Fu Yunqing had briefly shielded Yu Yan’s body from the virus. She felt so happy; she almost believed she was cured. But the virus, of course, wasn’t going to let her off so easily. She slept buried under the covers, only to wake up drenched in sweat. Her fever had returned with a vengeance. Yu Yan felt like her brain was melting. She lay staring blankly at the ceiling, her reactions sluggish. Her phone buzzed repeatedly before she finally picked it up, but she had no energy to reply. She tossed it aside, wanting to close her eyes and sleep again, but sleep wouldn’t come.

She glanced at the time: six in the evening. Yu Lan had called her to the dining room for dinner.

Yu Yan sat up, took a moment to steady herself, and got out of bed to wash up.

Fu Yunqing hadn’t contacted her, likely still resting.

Yu Lan was already waiting at the table, having ordered for both of them. They exchanged few words. Yu Lan asked if her fever had broken, and Yu Yan mumbled vague replies, her patience wearing thin with the impatient, stern woman.

The fever kept coming and going, but thankfully, Yu Yan had developed some immunity. Now, aside from feeling drained, groggy, and sore-throated, she wasn’t in any particular discomfort.

“Get some rest. We’ll go try on wedding dresses early tomorrow.”

Yu Yan murmured an “okay” to herself, not even looking up.

Besides maintaining her refined appearance, Yu Lan also valued efficiency. She finished her meal quickly and left first, leaving Yu Yan to slowly savor her elegant Western meal alone. Her sickly complexion and listless demeanor made her look particularly lonely and pitiful.

As she finished the last spoonful of mushroom soup, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and prepared to rise, Fu Yunqing appeared in her line of sight.

Yu Yan froze, her half-raised body sinking back into the chair.

Fu Yunqing had likely just showered, wearing a beige nightgown that radiated a gentle, dignified beauty. Yu Yan couldn’t tear her eyes away. Whether it was her sore throat or her sluggish mind, she didn’t greet Fu Yunqing, simply staring blankly as Sister Fu approached.

Yu Yan remained seated, Fu Yunqing standing beside her. Yu Yan tilted her head back to look up at her. Along with the woman’s delicate fragrance came a gentle hand that cupped the back of Yu Yan’s neck while the other warm palm pressed against her forehead.

Yu Yan blinked, obediently lowering her gaze.

Over the past two days, Fu Yunqing had touched Yu Yan’s forehead countless times. Perhaps Fu Yunqing was already used to it, but Yu Yan suddenly realized how much she enjoyed this familiar, caring gesture. It was as if caring for her had become a habit for Fu Yunqing.

“Your fever’s back,” Fu Yunqing said, frowning. She had noticed Yu Yan’s unwell state as soon as she approached; her complexion and demeanor were even worse than when she had woken up earlier that afternoon.

“Do you feel bad?” Fu Yunqing asked softly, leaning down until she was almost embracing the girl. How can she keep getting fevers like this? she wondered.

Yu Yan shook her head, her drooping eyes looking utterly dejected.

Fu Yunqing sighed inwardly, gently smoothing Yu Yan’s hair near her ear. “Should I take you to the hospital?” she murmured.

Yu Yan shook her head more vigorously, even frowning in strong refusal. She didn’t want to go to the hospital.

“Then let’s finish eating and go back to rest,” Fu Yunqing said. “Do you want me to come upstairs with you?”

She knew Yu Yan was very clingy and didn’t want her to feel lonely, especially when she was sick. Earlier, she had seen Yu Yan sitting alone from afar and wondered why she hadn’t told her she was coming down to eat. Why would she rather be alone when she hated doing anything by herself and needed to rely on others?

Was it because of that kiss? Had Fu Yunqing been too cold toward her?

Yu Yan shook her head again.

Yu Yan remained silent, but her eyes never left Fu Yunqing’s face. It was clear she needed her, yet she wouldn’t say it. Fu Yunqing, ever patient, asked softly, “Then what do you want?”

“To eat with you…” Yu Yan rasped, each word a struggle through her throat that felt like it had swallowed razor blades.

Fu Yunqing paused, then nodded.

The manor dinner was lavish. After the servers cleared the used dishes, they quickly brought out fresh courses. Fu Yunqing sat beside Yu Yan, eating. She tried to feed Yu Yan, but Yu Yan shook her head, refusing. Yet moments later, a small plate of boneless lamb chops was pushed toward Fu Yunqing.

Yu Yan didn’t say anything, but her beautiful eyes gazed at Fu Yunqing. Beneath her frail appearance lay a hint of warmth, reminding Fu Yunqing of a small animal sharing its food.

“No need, I can manage myself,” Fu Yunqing said. What kind of patient feeds someone else?

But Yu Yan seemed genuinely pleased to help.

She knew her earlier kiss had been too forward and might have caused Sister Fu some trouble. So now she resolved to be more obedient, refraining from any bold actions. With her sore throat and hoarse voice, she couldn’t whisper sweet nothings anyway. All she could do was help Sister Fu debone her meat and peel her shrimp, subtly expressing her affection.

Before long, another small plate of peeled shrimp was pushed toward Fu Yunqing.

Fu Yunqing stared at it, speechless.

Silently preparing the food without a word, Yu Yan really did resemble a small animal… so obedient it made Fu Yunqing’s heart soften.

Yu Yan stayed with Fu Yunqing until she finished eating, then followed her upstairs. Before parting, Yu Yan asked Fu Yunqing to accompany her to try on wedding dresses tomorrow.

Even though Yu Yan hadn’t fully recovered, she had to go try on her wedding dress. The wedding was just around the corner, and even with custom-made dresses, there was always a chance of alterations being needed.

The next morning, after breakfast, Yu Yan and Fu Yunqing headed out together.

Yu Yan was still a bit subdued, silently clinging to Fu Yunqing’s arm as she walked beside her, like a quiet, obedient little charm.

But deep down, she was really looking forward to trying on the dress. She’d even put on some light makeup; after all, she’d never worn a wedding dress before, and there was something naturally alluring about it.

They arrived at the room where the dress was kept, and the designer was there too, explaining the design concept in English. Knowing Yu Yan might not understand everything, Fu Yunqing acted as translator.

When I asked what kind of dress you wanted, you just said, ‘pretty is fine,’ so I went with my own feeling…

“Pretty…” Yu Yan murmured, her voice hoarse.

The dress was displayed on a mannequin, bathed in a beam of light. It was so grand, so exquisitely beautiful, that it left Yu Yan speechless. She stood before it, momentarily dazed, before the realization hit her: Wow, it’s so detailed, has so many diamonds, and is so dreamy! She couldn’t wait to try it on.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she was led into the dressing room. She patiently struggled into the wedding dress, finding it heavy and cumbersome. But her joy couldn’t be dampened. She awkwardly lifted the hem and took small, hesitant steps toward the mirror.

Fu Yunqing had already tried on her own wedding dress during Yu Yan’s illness. Dissatisfied with a few details, she had requested alterations. This time, she was simply accompanying Yu Yan. Standing beside the mirror, Fu Yunqing turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of Yu Yan’s reflection.

The dress seemed to fit perfectly, capturing the vision Fu Yunqing had imagined. Yet even more captivating than the gown itself was Yu Yan. She tilted her head, studying her reflection. She knew she looked beautiful, and she was pleased. Her eyes shone with delight, her lips curved into a smile, and her cheeks puffed slightly. As she had said, her smile revealed dimples, but it was her eyes that truly stole the show.

How to describe her eyes? Like the moon hidden in the night sky, not too bright or dazzling, yet softly and truly present; radiant, lively, and pure. They held a hint of comfortable playfulness and secret joy, shining so brightly that they instantly captured the gaze of anyone who looked up, drawing them in to glimpse the girl’s happiness.

Fu Yunqing noticed her slightly reddened eyes and the tip of her nose, knowing she wasn’t feeling well. She was weak and probably still in pain. Yet she had put on makeup to try on her wedding dress, now gazing at herself in the mirror with forced cheerfulness and delight. Even though this marriage had begun as nothing more than a business deal, and she was the one being forced into it.

Fu Yunqing stared at her reflection in the mirror, lost in thought. Yu Yan smoothed her bangs, turned to Fu Yunqing, and asked with a smile, “Do I look pretty?”

For the first time, or rather, for the first time with such clarity and intensity, Fu Yunqing realized her overwhelming desire to kiss her.

“Very pretty,” Fu Yunqing murmured.

If only, Fu Yunqing thought, this could have been a pure wedding, born of mutual love.

The deal had tainted everything, staining Yu Yan’s purity and genuine joy. Fu Yunqing was deeply moved by her, her heart aching with tenderness.

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