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

During the sixty-second red light, Yu Yan heard a soft chuckle escape from Fu Yunqing’s breathing.

So you’ve been playing the loyal little fish to all the beautiful older sisters on your list this whole time, huh?

How many pretty sisters have you said that to?

Fu Yunqing didn’t say anything else. Still shaken by that soft chuckle, Yu Yan pulled out her phone and sent a group message to her sisterhood: Waaah, my wife is so captivating! I’m about to fall under her spell!

[Shen Rui: Wife? Miss, didn’t you say last night you were going to run away from the marriage?]

[Liang Su: Send a photo!]

[Huo Xixi: Let’s see the beauty!]

The group chat was full of her dorm mates. Even though Yu Yan hadn’t stayed in the dorm much, it hadn’t stopped them from becoming carefree friends who ate, drank, and played together. They were long used to dealing with Yu Yan’s crazy antics.

Last night, Yu Yan had been pretty anxious. She’d said in the group chat that if all else failed, she’d run away from the marriage. She didn’t want to be controlled. With her looks and sharp tongue, she could probably make a good living as a streamer.

[The others had replied: Not a bad idea.]

[Yu Yan: There are photos of her online. Search for yourself. University teacher, advanced guzheng player, won tons of awards.]

[Yu Yan: Who would be stupid enough to run away from a wife like that?]

[Shen Rui: Wow, what an amazing beauty!]

[Yu Yan: She looks incredibly impressive.]

[Be careful she doesn’t devour you whole!]

[Just looked at some photos—she’s such a catch!]

[Our Yuanyuan is a total 10—perfect match!]

[Who said that? Who said I’m a 10?]

[Tonight, I’m going to take her down!]

[Yes, yes, yes!]

******

Yu Yan was all talk.

She was all talk. She wasn’t nearly that fierce.

Suppressing her smirk, Yu Yan tucked her phone into her bag and settled obediently into the passenger seat. Still a little intimidated by the powerful beauty beside her, she occasionally glanced at the mirror to adjust her hair.

She was dressed quite prettily today: soft black hair, light makeup, a French butterfly-embroidered blouse paired with a plaid skirt—a classic schoolgirl look that complemented Fu Yunqing perfectly.

This was to get their marriage certificate, but Yu Yan looked like she was about to shoot a photo shoot. She no longer felt the anxiety of being buried alive in marriage.

So when the red booklet finally came into her hands, it felt utterly unreal. She clutched it, examining it from all angles, flipping through it repeatedly, and snapping a photo to send to Yu Lan as proof. Fu Yunqing was born in ’92—ten years older than her, and a Scorpio too. Yu Yan, a Capricorn, had just turned twenty—the age of youth and freedom—and here she was, about to become a married woman.

A married woman…

Damn it, that anxiety was creeping back in.

“Alright, let’s go,” Fu Yunqing said calmly, her voice steady. Yu Yan turned to see her tuck the marriage certificate into her bag and stand up.

A faint, classical fragrance drifted from Fu Yunqing, like camellias steeped in bamboo leaves—a steady yet light scent that blended seamlessly into the air, calming and pleasant.

Is this her perfume? Yu Yan wondered. She’d noticed the same scent in the car—her wife’s car freshener smelled the same.

Fu Yunqing has impeccable taste, Yu Yan thought. Her grandma was a renowned master of ancient instruments, too. The whole family carries an aura of refined elegance.

But…

Yu Yan was furious. The complex emotions swirling around her sudden marriage had nowhere to go, leaving her deeply frustrated and utterly lost about the future. How could her wife be so calm?

I can’t let her be the only one who’s annoyed! Yu Yan thought. I’m the one who usually annoys others.

Frowning, Yu Yan jogged forward and took hold of Fu Yunqing’s hand, which hung loosely by her side.

Fu Yunqing’s hand was cool to the touch, her skin as smooth as polished bamboo—delicate yet soft.

Fu Yunqing froze, and Yu Yan felt the hand stiffen. For a moment, Fu Yunqing seemed to hesitate, as if wanting to pull away, but then she stopped. Still holding her hand, Fu Yunqing turned and asked, “What’s wrong?”

And just like that, she let Yu Yan lead her.

Yu Yan’s mood suddenly lifted, her heart swelling with secret delight. Yet on her face, she put on a feigned expression of wounded indignation, saying, “I’m your wife now, but you’re still so cold to me. Don’t you ever discipline me?”

Discipline her? Did Yu Yan really need to be disciplined?

And was Fu Yunqing really cold to her?

Fu Yunqing’s gaze swept across Yu Yan’s pitiful eyes. After a moment, she lowered her lashes, her hand, now gently clasped by Yu Yan’s warm palm, returned the grip slightly. “Let’s go,” she murmured.

Her voice was soft and even, carrying an infinite patience.

How gentle… she’s going to make me swoon.

Fu Yunqing wasn’t wearing high heels. Yu Yan straightened her back and realized Sister Fu was only a little taller than her—such a perfect match. As they walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau hand in hand, Yu Yan felt light-headed and dreamy.

Perhaps in response to Yu Yan’s earlier complaint about not being “disciplined,” Fu Yunqing tilted her head and asked, “Want to go get something to eat?”

“Sister Fu is taking me?”

As if she’d go anywhere else. Why even ask?

“Mm-hmm,” Fu Yunqing replied.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Whatever Sister Fu likes.”

Such a silver tongue.

Looks so sweet and obedient, with honey dripping from her words.

Fu Yunqing didn’t acknowledge Yu Yan’s obvious attempts to charm her, but the corners of her lips curved slightly as she turned away, leaving Yu Yan with a side view of her elegant profile, her hair gently swaying.

Yu Yan understood this indulgence all too well.

She chuckled softly and boldly wrapped her other arm around Fu Yunqing’s, practically clinging to her as if their affection had suddenly deepened. Fu Yunqing didn’t resist.

Yu Yan was clever. She’d known since childhood that her beauty and charm would win her the affection of all sorts of women. Now she was sitting in the passenger seat of Sister Fu’s car, heading to one of her favorite restaurants.

Fu Yunqing took her to an Italian restaurant where the owner, recognizing her, came out to greet them. When he asked who Yu Yan was, Fu Yunqing replied, “A younger sister from home.”

A younger sister, huh.

Fu Yunqing let her order whatever she wanted. After the meal, Yu Yan, reluctant to part, brazenly asked if Fu Yunqing would go shopping with her. Fu Yunqing agreed, even helping her buy several bags and dresses she’d wanted but couldn’t afford after spending all her allowance. Yu Yan was over the moon.

Was this a date? Yu Yan wasn’t sure. By the time they got back in the car to head home, it was already 4 PM. Having lost sleep last night and woken up early this morning, Yu Yan was exhausted.

Whether it was because her expectations were too high or because she was overly trusting of Fu Yunqing, Yu Yan drifted off to sleep in the passenger seat. Half-awake, she heard Fu Yunqing whisper in her ear. Yu Yan opened her eyes, rubbed them, and mumbled softly, “Mmm.”

“I’m so tired,” she grumbled. “I got up at 7 AM just to get ready for you.” This was all for Fu Yunqing’s sake.

Seeing her drowsy state, Fu Yunqing leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt. “You can sleep at home,” she said.

As Fu Yunqing leaned closer, Yu Yan caught the faint, delicate scent of her perfume. The closeness allowed Yu Yan to feel her warm, steady breaths, which seemed to make the fragrance even more alluring.

Yu Yan blinked, thinking how truly gentle Fu Yunqing was. Though she spoke little and carried herself with an aloof, noble air, she was remarkably mature, generous, and indulgent with Yu Yan. Despite having met only three times, it felt as if Yu Yan could act however she pleased around her. She had spent over 800,000 yuan on her, despite Yu Yan promising to repay her once she received her allowance from Yu Lan. Yet Fu Yunqing’s calm, matter-of-fact manner as she swiped her card was utterly captivating.

Sister Fu Yunqing isn’t so different from the dream girl I’ve been pining for.

As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Yu Yan’s gaze softened with affection. The prospect of parting from Sister Fu actually made her feel a pang of reluctance. She wanted to do something more. She wanted to stir up some more mischief.

“Sister Fu…”

“Hmm?” Fu Yunqing deftly unfastened her seatbelt with a flick of her fingers, leaned back, and looked up at her.

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

Don’t want to go home?

Fu Yunqing remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Yu Yan must have been feeling incredibly bold, emboldened by Fu Yunqing’s indulgent nature. On impulse, she suddenly threw her arms around her—wrapping them around Fu Yunqing’s waist and resting her chin on her soft shoulder, melting bonelessly into her embrace.

Being this close to a beauty… I love it. She whispered, “Why don’t you just take me away, Sister Fu?”

“I really don’t want to face my mom right now.”

Yu Yan closed her eyes and gently nuzzled Fu Yunqing’s shoulder, her words half-joking: “Well, I’m yours anyway, aren’t I?”

*****

In the end, Yu Yan said goodbye to Fu Yunqing and went home.

It wasn’t because Fu Yunqing kicked her out of the car, or pushed her away and rejected her. It was because Yu Yan had been talking nonsense again.

When she was in the mood, she’d say anything that came to mind, most of it irresponsible. That’s just the way she was, and she’d been called a “bitch” more times than she could count.

She buried her face in Fu Yunqing’s shoulder, feeling the woman’s breathing quicken and her chest rise and fall. Fu Yunqing didn’t push her away. Instead, she lowered her head to look at her.

“Your relationship with your mother… isn’t good?” Fu Yunqing asked, her voice hoarse and hesitant at the beginning.

Yu Yan didn’t know what kind of expression Fu Yunqing had, or if she was seriously considering Yu Yan’s suggestion—of taking her home.

Yu Yan blinked, whimpered a little, and pulled herself out of Fu Yunqing’s arms. “It’s terrible. She’s been cold to me since I was little, always forcing me to do things and threatening me.”

Fu Yunqing’s gaze turned thoughtful.

“Alright,” Yu Yan said with a simple complaint. She turned to the back seat, grabbed her bags, and hopped out of the car. Bending down, she sweetly waved goodbye through the window. “Thank you for today, Sister Fu. Goodbye~”

Fu Yunqing didn’t say anything, or rather, she didn’t have time to say anything. Yu Yan had moved so quickly through the hug and now the goodbye, leaving little room for reaction.

Fu Yunqing turned her face sideways, quietly watching Yu Yan go inside.

With Yu Yan gone, the car’s atmosphere instantly returned to Fu Yunqing’s usual chill. She was a little absent-minded, and when she looked down, she noticed Yu Yan had forgotten her lipstick, which she’d used to touch up her makeup, in the glove compartment.

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