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

“Kiss me again. Just one more.”

“Sister… please?”

“Go change your clothes. We can’t be late for the banquet.”

“Ugh… seriously? I just want you to kiss me again. You promised me yesterday that if I stayed away from the drinks, you’d give me a reward. Well, I’ve made up my mind. I don’t want designer watches, bags, or sports cars. I just want you to kiss me one more time.”

In the dressing room, still buzzing from the kiss Fu Yunqing had given her during the ceremony, Yu Yan was relentless. She cornered the older woman, clinging to her arm and refusing to let go. With a furrowed brow, she toggled between pleading and pouting, completely abandoning logic.

“You told me to be a good girl today. Haven’t I been good? I did everything you said, I behaved perfectly… can’t you even see that?”

“Really? Not even one?”

“Just a quick one. Barely a touch.”

Fu Yunqing turned her face away, but Yu Yan caught the flush creeping up the shell of her ear. Finally, she gave in. “…When we get back. Go change first.”

Heh.

Hehehe.

Fu Yunqing truly had no defense against her. She simply couldn’t say no.

Fu Yunqing absolutely doted on her; she must love her more than anything.

“Sister Fu will definitely come save me,” Yu Yan said with total conviction. But after combing through her contact list for the hundredth time, she still couldn’t find a trace of Fu Yunqing’s WeChat.

The account itself was bizarre. Her profile picture—originally a Ragdoll cat belonging to some former-former-former flame—had been replaced with a random photo of a black cat. Her Moments were a total void; not a single update. Yu Yan began to suspect she’d logged into the wrong account.

But no. She logged out and re-entered her phone number. Same result.

“What are you looking for her for?” Lu Yu asked, pinning her hand down. “You two divorced ages ago.”

“What?”

Yu Yan’s world didn’t just collapse, it imploded.

Just like that? Divorced?

Did no one realize how much work she’d put into that wedding? She’d flown to Ireland the second her vacation started. She’d dragged herself out of bed while still feeling sick just to get her makeup done. She’d spent the entire day in a suffocatingly heavy gown on the lawn, her heels rubbing her skin raw and her back stiff as a board. She’d faked smiles until her face cramped. And after all that, when she finally got back to the hotel with her gorgeous wife and slumped onto the sofa to rest… she hadn’t even had the chance to really look at her. She hadn’t even gotten that “one more kiss.”

And now they are divorced? It felt surreal, like a fever dream. It was tragic, hateful, and utterly, completely over.

She was screwed.

She really couldn’t find Sister Fu.

Stunned, Yu Yan set her phone down, her voice rising with agitation. “Why did we divorce? Was it because she got sick of my mom always asking for money? Or because my mom went bankrupt and she decided our family wasn’t good enough anymore?”

Yu Yan was having a full-blown breakdown, yet Lu Yu actually had the nerve to laugh. “Nope,” she said, sounding far too certain. “It was your fault.”

“My fault?”

What could Yu Yan possibly have done wrong? She was just a poor little twenty-year-old girl pushed into a political marriage by her mother. She was gentle, kind, beautiful, and sweet. Sure, she was a little entitled, a little vain, and perhaps a little too obsessed with pretty women, but she was fundamentally adorable.

What could she have done that was so unforgivable that Sister Fu would leave her? Yu Yan racked her brain. Her mother had warned her to stay on her best behavior around Fu Yunqing, and she was the type to behave. She was perfectly happy playing the role of a pampered lapdog to a beautiful woman.

“You played her,” Lu Yu said. “You were the ‘scum’ in the relationship.”

“Huh?” Yu Yan blinked. “How exactly did I play her?”

“The usual. You got bored. You lost interest. You couldn’t resist the temptation of other women and eventually ran off with someone else.”

“…”

Yu Yan went silent.

She tried to imagine it: Sister Fu being cheated on. Sister Fu being “green-hatted”… If that happened, even Yu Yan would be too ashamed to ever show her face again. They’d be dead to each other.

Frustration washed over her. She pressed a palm to her forehead and shook her head, letting out a heavy sigh. “I guess my heart was just too wild.”

Seeing her reaction, Lu Yu chuckled. “Not even going to try and defend yourself?”

“How can I?”

Yu Yan didn’t remember a thing, so she couldn’t exactly deny it. She felt like an outsider watching someone else’s life. The idea that she’d cheated on Fu Yunqing didn’t feel real, so she didn’t feel any guilt—but she knew herself well enough to know she was capable of it. She loved beautiful women too much; one wink from a pretty girl and she’d probably follow her anywhere. Ugh, a weakness for beauty… what a mess. Truly a moral failure.

“I’m just messing with you,” Lu Yu laughed. It had been a long time since she’d seen this side of Yu Yan.

“You actually dared to joke about that?!” Yu Yan glared at her. “Spill it. Give me the real story.”

“Fine, fine.” Lu Yu sighed. “Before the divorce, your mother and the Fu Group were partnered on an overseas project. Your mother screwed them over. The project collapsed, and the Fu Group took the fall. Their stock price tanked—they lost billions overnight. The news said the Chairman was hospitalized from the sheer rage of it.”

“…”

That actually sounded a bit worse than cheating.

Yu Lan only cared about money; did she not give a damn about her own daughter’s situation? How could she be so reckless?

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

Lu Yu thought for a moment. “She was out of the hospital in a week. She’s retired now and the internet says she’s into traveling. Fu Yunqing’s aunt is the current Chairwoman of the group.”

“Oh. As long as Grandma is okay.”

Lu Yu tilted her head. “Do you still have the heart to worry about other people?”

“I know I’m the most pathetic one here,” Yu Yan muttered. “I’m just asking. I’ll be heading out to jump into the river shortly.”

“Which bridge?”

“Which one is the most poetic?”

“Poetry won’t save you. When they fish you out, you’ll look horrific. Bloated, pale… the kind of skin that just peels off if someone touches it…”

“Lu Yu! Shut up!”

Yu Yan took a few more bites of her roast goose, then stood up and headed for her room. “Fine. Give me one night. I need to think of a more dignified way to go.”

Watching her retreat, Lu Yu couldn’t help but smile.

She wondered how long this version of Yu Yan would last. The doctor had said her condition was good and her memories might return any day.

Though, deep down, Lu Yu hoped they never would.

In truth, Yu Yan was terrified of death. She wanted to live a glamorous, exciting, and utterly decadent life.

But she had woken up bankrupt.

The “Fu Yunqing” bridge was burned to ash. The woman had cut her off, completely deleted her WeChat, her number, everything. Her mother was unreachable, and a search for “Lanshan Group” confirmed they had declared bankruptcy while the CEO fled her debts. God, Mom, what did you do?

She couldn’t rely on her mother. Yu Yan squinted as she scrolled through her entire contact list, searching for anyone who could take over Lu Yu’s role as her guardian or at least lend her some cash.

It was tragic. Truly tragic.

And while she still had Lu Yu, Lu Yu was broke.

The apartment had two rooms. Lu Yu had given her the larger one with the big window, but even this “large” room was smaller than Yu Yan’s bathroom back home. Between the bed, the desk, and the wardrobe, there was barely space to move. The mattress wasn’t soft at all, and it was loud outside a cacophony of street noise filtering through old, thin sliding windows.

Last night, she was in an Irish manor, sleeping on royal-grade linens with piano music and aromatherapy. Here, the only scent was the charcoal smoke from a nearby street stall.

Her body seemed to have adapted to poverty. She lay in bed, wrapped in the familiar weight of the duvet. The pillow was the right height, and the room was filled with the scents and traces of her life, her makeup arranged just so, her clothes lined up in the closet. It felt like she really had lived here for a long time.

But her mind couldn’t accept it. She stared blankly at the ceiling, sleeping nowhere in sight.

12:02 AM, October 10, 2025. This was her first night in the future, and she was a total insomniac. Rather than “amnesia,” she preferred to think of it as “time travel” ; she was in a strange world where everyone had turned their back on her. Loneliness and sorrow surged through her. She felt so incredibly sorry for herself that her nose began to sting. She hadn’t cried all day; she’d even joked around with Lu Yu. But the night makes everyone fragile, and eventually, she hid under the covers and let the tears fall, making sure Lu Yu wouldn’t hear.

She thought of Fu Yunqing again.

Fu Yunqing was a cool, beautiful woman. She was polite, restrained, and reliable. Even without a foundation of love, she had been incredibly indulgent and doting, playing a role akin to a protective older sister in their brief marriage.

Yu Yan had been obsessed with her. How could she have ever “played” her?

Did she really cheat on her?

If she did… who on earth could be more captivating than Fu Yunqing?

Yu Yan tried to imagine the “other woman.” How beautiful would she have to be? Where was she now? Why hadn’t she come to find her?

She couldn’t even picture it.

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