On Her Wedding Night, She Transmigrated To The Aftermath Of Her Divorce - Chapter 2

“Give me another kiss.”

“…”

“Sis~ Please, I’m begging you.”

“…”

“Hurry up and get ready. We can’t be late for the banquet.”

“Ah… Really, I want you to kiss me again! Didn’t you promise me a reward if I didn’t drink last night? I’ve decided—I don’t want any fancy watches, designer bags, or sports cars. I just want you to kiss me one more time.”

In the dressing room, Yu Yan, still craving more after Fu Yunqing’s single wedding kiss, clung to her sister’s arm, cornering her against the wall. Her brow furrowed as she wheedled and pouted, utterly unreasonable: “You told me to be good today. Wasn’t I good? I did everything you said, I was so well-behaved, but you didn’t even notice!”

“……”

“Really, you can’t?”

“Just one kiss. Just a light touch.”

Fu Yunqing averted her face, and Yu Yan saw her ears flush red. In the end, her sister relented. “…Let’s talk about it later. Go change first.”

Heh heh.

Heh heh.

Fu Yunqing had no way to resist her. She couldn’t refuse her at all.

Fu Yunqing spoiled her to no end. She must love her just as much.

“Sister Fu will definitely come save me,” Yu Yan declared confidently. But no matter how thoroughly she scoured her contact list, she couldn’t find Fu Yunqing’s WeChat.

The WeChat account was strange too. The profile picture had been changed from a plush cat from her ex-boyfriend’s family to a black cat of unknown origin. The feed was completely empty, without a single post. Yu Yan suspected she’d logged into the wrong account.

But it wasn’t there. She logged out and tried again with her phone number.

“Why are you looking for her?” Lu Yu pressed her hand down. “You two divorced ages ago.”

“What?”

Yu Yan felt her world collapse.

Just… divorced?

Hadn’t she endured the grueling wedding with Fu Yunqing? Rushing to Ireland as soon as school let out, getting up early while still sick to get ready in that cumbersome wedding dress, spending the entire day on the grass, heels digging into her feet, back straightening until her neck ached, putting on a smile until her face froze. Finally, after the long day, she returned to the hotel with Fu Yunqing and simply collapsed on the sofa to rest, barely even getting to properly admire her beautiful wife, let alone another kiss.

And now they’re divorced? It felt surreal, utterly unreal. So tragic, so infuriating, so wretched, so utterly ruined.

Ruined.

She really couldn’t find Sister Fu.

Yu Yan couldn’t believe it. She put down her phone and asked, almost hysterical, “Why did you divorce? Was it because she couldn’t stand my mother constantly asking for money? Or because my mother went bankrupt and she looked down on us?”

Even in her breakdown, Lu Yu was still smiling, deadpanning, “No, it’s because of you.”

“My fault?”

What could Yu Yan possibly have done wrong? She was just a pitiful girl who had been dragged into a commercial marriage at the age of twenty. She was gentle, kind, beautiful, and charming, with a silver tongue and a sharp mind. Her only flaws were a hint of willfulness, a touch of pampering, a dash of vanity, and a slight fondness for feminine beauty.

What could she possibly have done to make Sister Fu want a divorce? Yu Yan racked her brain but couldn’t imagine it. Her mother had told her to behave herself around Fu Yunqing, and she had done exactly that—she had obediently clung to her sister’s coattails.

“You screwed over Fu Yunqing.”

“Hmm?” Yu Yan asked. “How exactly did I screw her over?”

Lu Yu replied, “Well, of course—you got tired of her, couldn’t resist a woman’s charms, and ran off with someone else.”

Yu Yan: “……”

Is that how it was?

Yu Yan tried to picture it: Sister Fu being cuckolded, Sister Fu being cuckolded… If that had happened, even Yu Yan would be too ashamed to ever speak to her again.

Yu Yan was instantly overcome with regret. Pressing her palm against her forehead, she shook her head and sighed, “My heart was too wild.”

Lu Yu chuckled at her reaction. “Aren’t you going to try to defend yourself?”

“How could I defend myself?”

Yu Yan couldn’t deny it because she remembered nothing. She felt like an outsider observing her own experiences; the incident with Sister Fu felt unreal, leaving her with no sense of guilt.

But she knew herself well enough to believe she might have actually done something like that—being too obsessed with women. A beautiful woman’s beck and call would make her follow without hesitation. Ah, women can’t resist beauty. How could I have done such a thing? So foolish, truly immoral.

“Just kidding,” Lu Yu said, amused by Yu Yan’s expression. It had been so long since she’d seen Yu Yan act like this.

“How dare you joke about this!” Yu Yan glared at her. “Spill the truth right now.”

“Fine, fine,” Lu Yu sighed. “Before your divorce, your mother and the Fu Group collaborated on a project overseas. But your mother screwed them over—it collapsed, and the Fu Group took the blame. Their stock plummeted, resulting in billions of yuan in losses. The news said the chairman was so furious he ended up in the hospital.”

Yu Yan: “……”

This sounded even worse than her affair with Sister Fu.

Yu Lan was all about money. Did she not care at all about her daughter’s situation? How could she be so heartless?

“Then…” Yu Yan asked weakly, “how is Grandma doing now?”

Lu Yu thought back. “She was in the hospital for a week before being discharged. She’s retired now, and I read online that she enjoys traveling. The current chairman of the Fu Group is Fu Yunqing’s aunt.”

“Oh, that’s a relief. I’m glad Grandma is alright.”

Lu Yu tilted her head. “You still have the energy to worry about others?”

“I know I’m the one in the worst position right now.”

“I was just asking. I’m going to jump into the river later.”

“Which bridge?”

“Which one sounds more romantic?”

“Romantic doesn’t matter. If you jump, by the time they fish you out, your death will be utterly gruesome. Your body will be bloated, your skin pale and peeling off at the slightest touch…”

“Lu Yu! Shut up!”

After taking a few bites of roast goose, she stood up and walked toward her room. “No, give me one night. I want to find a more dignified way to die.”

Watching her retreating figure, Lu Yu couldn’t help but chuckle.

It was hard to say how long this version of Yu Yan would last. The doctor had said her condition was stable, and her memory might return in a few days.

Though, secretly, Lu Yu hoped it wouldn’t.

Yu Yan was actually terrified of dying. She feared death more than anything in the world. She wanted to live a dazzling life, indulging in extravagance and luxury without restraint…

But when she woke up, she was bankrupt.

Her connection to Fu Yunqing, her source of wealth, had been completely severed. All WeChat contacts and phone numbers related to her were deleted. Yu Yan couldn’t even reach her mother, Yu Lan. When she searched online for “Lanshan Group,” she found news of its bankruptcy and the chairman fleeing to avoid debt. Oh my god, what has her mother done? What unforgivable sins has she committed?

Don’t count on Mom either. Yu Yan narrowed her eyes as she seriously scrolled through her entire contact list, but she couldn’t find anyone who could take her in or lend her money.

How pathetic.

Yu Yan felt utterly pathetic.

Even though she still had Lu Yu, Lu Yu was really too poor.

The apartment had two rooms. Lu Yu gave her the room with the big window, but even this spacious room was smaller than the bathroom in Yu Yan’s old home. Apart from a bed, desk, and wardrobe, there was barely any space left. The mattress was hard as a rock, and the old sliding window offered no soundproofing, letting in a cacophony of street noise.

*****

Last night, she was staying in an ancient Irish earl’s mansion, sleeping on royal bedding with soothing piano music and fragrant candles. Now, all she had was the smell of charcoal from street vendors wafting through the air.

Although her body seemed to have adapted to this impoverished life, lying in bed, she felt securely wrapped in the quilt. The pillow was just right, the bed reeking of her own scent, the room filled with traces of her daily life. She maintained her old habits, like the arrangement of cosmetics and the way clothes were hung in the wardrobe. It felt like she had truly lived here for a long time.

But her mind couldn’t accept it. She stared blankly at the ceiling, not feeling the slightest hint of sleepiness.

October 10th, 2025, 12:02 AM. This was her first night after traveling three years into the future, and she was completely sleepless. Compared to the surreal feeling of amnesia, she preferred to believe she had actually traveled through time, finding herself in a strange world where everyone had abandoned her. Loneliness and sorrow washed over her, and she felt utterly pitiful. Her nose stung, and she felt like crying. She hadn’t cried at all today, even play-fighting with Lu Yu, clearly acting so optimistic. But the night made people vulnerable, and she secretly hid under the covers, shedding tears away from Lu Yu.

Her thoughts drifted to Fu Yunqing.

Fu Yunqing was a cool and beautiful woman, polite and reserved, gentle and dependable. Even though their marriage lacked emotional depth, she doted on Yu Yan like a doting older sister.

Yu Yan adored her, was utterly infatuated with her. How could she possibly betray her?

Had she really betrayed Fu Yunqing?

If that was true… who could possibly be more beautiful and alluring than Fu Yunqing?

Yu Yan couldn’t help but imagine what her alleged lover looked like. How stunningly beautiful could she be? she wondered. Where is she now? Why hasn’t she come to find me?

She simply couldn’t picture it.

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