On Her Wedding Night, She Transmigrated To The Aftermath Of Her Divorce - Chapter 4

A 60-second red light. Yu Yan heard a faint, airy chuckle escape Fu Yunqing’s lips.

So, have you spent this whole time being the most loyal “little fishy” to all the beautiful women on your contact list?

How many pretty girls have you said that to?

Fu Yunqing didn’t say another word, but that single chuckle left Yu Yan’s heart fluttering. She whipped out her phone and messaged her group chat: [Ugh, my wife is so mesmerizing. I’m about to fall head over heels for her!]

Shen Rui: [Wife? Miss Heiress, didn’t you say just last night that you wanted to run away from the wedding?]

Liang Su: [Photos, please.]

Huo Xixi: [Show us the beauty.]

The group consisted of her roommates. They had been assigned the same dorm at the start of the year, and though Yu Yan rarely actually stayed there, it didn’t stop them from becoming “partners in crime” for eating, drinking, and having fun. They were long since used to “Classmate Yu” and her periodic bouts of madness.

Last night, Yu Yan had been spiraling, telling the group they should just elope—she didn’t want to be controlled. She figured with her looks and her sharp tongue, she could probably make a killing as a streamer.

The others had simply commented: Not the worst idea.

Yu Yan: [Her photos are online, just search her name. University professor, master guzheng player, winner of like a million awards.]

Yu Yan: [Only an idiot would run away from a wife like this.]

Shen Rui: [Wow, okay, she’s a heavy hitter.]

Yu Yan: [She definitely looks like she knows what she’s doing.]

Shen Rui: [Careful she doesn’t eat you alive!]

Huo Xixi: [Just googled her. Total goddess vibes.]

Liang Su: [Our Yanyan is such a “0” (bottom). They’re a perfect match.]

Yu Yan: [Who said that? Who called me a 0?!]

Yu Yan: [I’m taking her down tonight!]

The Trio: [Sure, sure. Good luck with that.]

*****

Yu Yan was all talk.

She was a legendary “mouth-fighter”; she didn’t actually have that kind of bravado.

Suppressing the grin tugging at her lips, she tucked her phone back into her bag. Sitting in the passenger seat next to a beauty with such a powerful aura made her feel a little timid, and she found herself checking her hair in the mirror every few minutes.

She looked pretty today, with long, silky black hair, light makeup, and a French-bow blouse paired with a pleated skirt. She was the picture of a “sweet campus girl,” a perfect aesthetic match for a “Sister” like Fu Yunqing.

They were going to register their marriage, but Yu Yan acted like she was heading to a professional photoshoot; the anxiety of “entering the grave of marriage” had vanished.

Consequently, when the red marriage booklets were finally in her hands, it didn’t feel real. Yu Yan gripped them, looking left and right, flipping through the pages repeatedly. She snapped a photo to send to her mother as proof of the mission accomplished. Fu Yunqing was born in ’92… she’s ten years older than me and a Scorpio. Yu Yan was a Capricorn who had just turned twenty. She was at the age of peak youth and freedom, yet here she was, a “woman with a wife.”

A woman with a wife…

Crap. The anxiety was back.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Fu Yunqing’s calm, unruffled voice came from beside her. Yu Yan turned to see her tucking her own booklet into her bag and standing up to leave.

As Fu Yunqing passed, a faint scent drifted by, a classical, steady yet light fragrance, like camellia blossoms steeping in bamboo leaves. It wasn’t overpowering; it just lingered in the air in delicate threads, grounding and pleasant.

Was that her perfume? Yu Yan had noticed it in the car; her car scent was the same.

Fu Yunqing clearly had impeccable taste. Her grandmother had apparently been a famous master of ancient instruments as well.

The whole family seemed to carry this air of refined elegance.

But then again…

Yu Yan was currently annoyed. The complex emotions of being suddenly married had no outlet, leaving her frustrated and filled with uncertainty about the future. How could her wife be so relaxed about this?

She wasn’t going to be the only one suffering! Traditionally, Yu Yan was the one who made other people troubled.

Scowling slightly, Yu Yan took a couple of quick steps forward and grabbed Fu Yunqing’s hand as it hung by her side.

Fu Yunqing’s hand was cool, her skin as smooth as polished bamboo. It was delicate and bony, yet surprisingly soft.

Fu Yunqing froze. Yu Yan felt the hand go rigid; there was a momentary hesitation where it felt like she might pull away, but then she stopped. Fu Yunqing simply let her hold it. She turned back and asked, “What is it?”

She actually let me hold her hand.

Yu Yan’s mood instantly brightened. She felt a surge of secret joy, but she forced her face into a pathetic, “wronged” pout. “I’m your wife now, but you’re still so cold to me. Aren’t you going to… take care of me?”

Take care of her?

Did Yu Yan even want to be “managed”?

And did she really think Fu Yunqing was being cold?

Fu Yunqing’s gaze swept over Yu Yan’s pitiful eyes. After a moment, she lowered her lashes, and the hand held within the girl’s warm palm squeezed back slightly. “Let’s go,” she said softly.

Her voice was light and level, carrying an undertone of infinite indulgence.

So gentle. I’m going to die.

Fu Yunqing wasn’t wearing heels. Yu Yan straightened her back and realized that “Sister Fu” was only slightly taller than her. Such a good match. Hand-in-hand, they walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Yu Yan felt lightheaded, as if she were floating in a daze.

Perhaps as a response to Yu Yan’s complaint about being “ignored,” Fu Yunqing tilted her head and asked, “Do you want to get lunch?”

“Is Sister Fu taking me?”

Who else would be taking her? Why ask the obvious?

Fu Yunqing replied, “Mhm.”

“What do you want to eat?”

“I want to eat whatever Sister Fu likes.”

Yu Yan, the silver-tongued devil.

She looked so obedient, her words so sweet.

Fu Yunqing didn’t comment on her blatant attempt to play the “good girl,” but the corners of her lips curled into a tiny arc. She turned away, leaving Yu Yan with the sight of her elegant profile framed by swaying strands of hair.

This was “indulgence,” and Yu Yan knew it better than anyone.

Yu Yan giggled and went a step further, hooking her other arm around Fu Yunqing’s. She clung to her like glue, and the intimacy between them seemed to spike instantly. Fu Yunqing didn’t push her away.

Yu Yan was incredibly clever; she’d known since she was a child that as long as she was pretty and sweet, women would pamper her. Sitting in the passenger seat of the Maybach, she let Fu Yunqing take her to her favorite restaurant.

It was an Italian place. The owner knew Fu Yunqing and came out to greet them, curiously asking who Yu Yan was. Yu Yan pricked up her ears. Fu Yunqing said she was “the younger sister from back home.”

Sister, huh?

Fu Yunqing let her order. After lunch, Yu Yan didn’t want to part ways yet. She pushed her luck, asking her to accompany her to the mall. Fu Yunqing didn’t refuse; she even bought several bags and dresses that Yu Yan had wanted but couldn’t afford because she’d blown through her allowance. Yu Yan felt like she was on top of the world.

Was this a date? Yu Yan didn’t know. By the time they got back to the car to head home, it was 4:00 PM. Yu Yan had been up since 7:00 AM to do her makeup, and the lack of sleep from the night before finally caught up to her.

Whether it was because she was naturally carefree or because she felt safe with Fu Yunqing, she ended up nodding off in the passenger seat. In a half-asleep haze, she heard Fu Yunqing whisper that they had arrived. Yu Yan opened her eyes, rubbed them, and let out a soft “mhm.”

“So sleepy… I was up at seven to do my makeup,” she grumbled, neglecting to mention the makeup was specifically for Fu Yunqing.

Seeing her in a daze, Fu Yunqing leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt. “Go sleep when you get inside,” she said.

As she leaned in, Yu Yan caught that elegant scent again. They were so close. The warmth of Fu Yunqing’s steady breath washed over her, making the fragrance feel even more intimate.

Yu Yan blinked, thinking about how gentle this woman really was. Despite being a woman of few words who looked like a “cold flower on a high ridge,” she was mature, generous, and incredibly indulgent. This was only their third meeting, yet it felt like Yu Yan could be as spoiled as she wanted. Fu Yunqing had just dropped over 800,000 yuan on shopping bags without batting an eye. Even though Yu Yan promised to pay her back once she got her allowance from her mother, the way Fu Yunqing had swiped her card calm and unbothered was heart-stoppingly cool.

She really was the “dream sister.”

Thinking of this, Yu Yan’s gaze became affectionate. Now that they were about to separate, she actually felt a pang of reluctance. She wanted to do something more.

She wanted to cause a little trouble.

“Sister Fu…”

“Mhm?” Fu Yunqing’s fingers were nimble; with a click, the seatbelt was free. She pulled back and lifted her eyes to look at her.

“I don’t want to go home,” Yu Yan said softly.

Don’t want to go home?

Fu Yunqing remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Yu Yan must have eaten a “lion’s heart” for courage. Riding the high of Fu Yunqing’s indulgence, she acted on impulse and straight-up hugged her, wrapping her arms around Fu Yunqing’s waist and resting her chin on her soft shoulder. She tucked herself into the woman’s embrace like she had no bones.

She loved “skinship” with beautiful women. She whispered, “Why don’t you just take me with you, Sister Fu?”

“I don’t want to go home and face my mom at all.”

She closed her eyes, nuzzling slightly against Fu Yunqing’s shoulder. It was impossible to tell if she was joking: “I’m yours now, anyway.”

In the end, Yu Yan said her goodbyes and went inside.

It wasn’t because Fu Yunqing kicked her out or rejected her; it was because Yu Yan was, as always, all talk.

When the moment passed, her interest faded. She could say anything when she was in the mood, but she rarely took responsibility for her words. She was a bit of a “scumbag” in that regard, and people had called her out for it before.

When she had buried her face in Fu Yunqing’s shoulder, she had felt the woman’s breathing quicken. Her chest was heaving quite noticeably. Fu Yunqing hadn’t pushed her away; she had just looked down at her.

“Is your relationship with your mother… not good?” Fu Yunqing had asked. Her voice was noticeably husky, with a distinct pause before she spoke.

Yu Yan didn’t know what kind of look was in her eyes then or if she was actually considering the feasibility of taking her home.

Yu Yan had just blinked, made a few whimpering noises, and pulled out of the embrace. “It’s terrible. She’s never given me a kind look in my life. She’s an expert at cornering me and blackmailing me.”

Fu Yunqing looked thoughtful. 

“Anyway!” Having finished her brief vent, Yu Yan reached into the back seat for her mountain of shopping bags and hopped out of the car. She leaned down at the window and gave Fu Yunqing a sweet goodbye: “Thanks for today! See you, Sister Fu~”

Fu Yunqing didn’t say anything, or rather, she didn’t have time to. Whether it was the hug or the departure, Yu Yan moved so fast she didn’t leave much room for a reaction.

Fu Yunqing turned her head, quietly watching Yu Yan walk into the house.

Once Yu Yan was gone, the atmosphere in the car instantly dropped back into its usual cold quiet. Fu Yunqing spaced out for a moment, then looked down. She noticed that Yu Yan had forgotten her lipstick, the one she used for touch-ups in the glove box.

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