On Her Wedding Night, She Transmigrated To The Aftermath Of Her Divorce - Chapter 6

Fu Yunqing lifted her hand and typed: [It looks good.]

Yu Yan replied instantly with an emoji: [He-he.jpg]

Yu Yan: [Anything else?]

She wanted to hear more praise from Fu Yunqing. How else would she describe her?

As she pressed for more, Fu Yunqing thought for a moment before replying: [Very pretty. You look very sweet.]

Ha? Sweet? Well, she was certainly playing the part of the “sweet girl” in front of Sister Fu. Yu Yan’s lips curled upward.

Yu Yan: [I’ll take some scandalous, sexy ones for you in a bit then!]

Yu Yan was incredibly confident in her looks. She had been “beauty-conscious” since she was a child, having grown up being complimented by every girl in school. If she was already adorable when acting “good,” then being a little sexy would make it effortless to charm any woman.

Fu Yunqing didn’t reply.

Crap. Too proactive, too scandalous she’d probably scared Sister Fu off.

Cold treatment was something she could not tolerate. Yu Yan rummaged through her sticker collection and picked a “panting cat wagging its tail” to send over.

Sensing the pressure, Fu Yunqing pivoted the topic: [Did you sleep when you got home?]

Yu Yan: [I did, but I still feel so sleepy.]

Fu Yunqing: [Go to bed early tonight. Don’t stay up late.]

Yu Yan: [Okay~]

Yu Yan: [You too, Sister Fu.]

Fu Yunqing: [Mhm.]

Yu Yan: [Goodnight~]

Fu Yunqing: [Goodnight.]

Yu Yan stared at that “Goodnight” for a moment. She did an emergency search through her stickers and found one of a cat hugging another cat under a blanket: [Goodnight, Wife.jpg]

Calling her “Wife” openly and giving her one last bit of sweetness is a perfect ending. She didn’t care what Fu Yunqing would think, or if she would even accept it or reply.

Everything feels different now. The pre-registration anxiety had vanished. Why? Was it because she had plenty of money to spend again? “Drink while there is wine today; ignore the troubles of tomorrow.” Or was it because she had gained a deeper understanding of Fu Yunqing’s temperament? She knew Sister Fu was gentle, generous, and tolerant. Despite the marriage, there would be no strict constraints or demands placed on her. Fu Yunqing wasn’t dangerous; she was exactly as she seemed at first glance, never once making Yu Yan feel uncomfortable.

To others, Fu Yunqing described her as a “younger sister.”

Fu Yunqing was playing the role of a perfect older sister.

Yu Yan found a subtle sense of security in her. She knew that even with Fu Yunqing in her life, she could still live happily.

Life continued in its lighthearted, carefree way. It was over a week later before she saw Fu Yunqing again.

Months ago, during their first meeting, they had discussed where the wedding should be held. When Fu Yunqing asked for her opinion, Yu Yan had racked her brain before blurting out that in Ireland she had always wanted to see the Cliffs of Moher, regardless of how far or troublesome the trip might be.

To her surprise, Fu Yunqing hadn’t offered a single objection and simply agreed. At the time, Yu Yan was a little shocked. Her mother had warned her repeatedly not to be a nuisance to Fu Yunqing, so she had assumed the woman would have very little patience for her.

Now, the visas were ready, and it was time to depart.

The Fu family had a private jet. Yu Lan drove Yu Yan to the airport, but Yu Yan was slumped in the back seat, barely able to keep her eyes open. She had stayed up far too late the night before.

Staying up late is the common malady of the young. Coupled with a touch of procrastination, Yu Yan had played until the early hours before finally packing her bags under the barrage of Yu Lan’s scolding.

Yu Lan was still lecturing her on the way to the airport. Impeccably dressed and high-spirited herself, she couldn’t stand Yu Yan’s disheveled, sleepy state. It looked too casual; she feared the other party would find it disrespectful.

Yu Yan pleaded, “If you want me to have more energy, just be quiet and let me sleep a little longer.”

Stifled, Yu Lan huffed coldly and fell silent.

The car pulled onto the tarmac. A large private jet sat ready in the center of the airfield, its cabin door already open.

Fu Yunqing and her assistants were waiting nearby. Woken up by her mother, Yu Yan looked out and saw a graceful figure standing by the majestic aircraft. The wind was a bit wild, blowing her hair into a mess, yet she remained perfectly poised.

Fu Yunqing was meticulously made up, her ink-black hair like a waterfall, her posture upright. She wore a dark green classical gown that fluttered in the breeze. Squinting slightly with her arms crossed against the howling wind, she looked breathtakingly composed.

A phrase popped into Yu Yan’s head:

“A beauty that could topple nations, neither flower nor mist.”

She was beautiful. Truly, strikingly beautiful.

Who is she trying to kill with those looks? Yu Yan wondered. Her “morning crankiness” vanished instantly.

As the car stopped, Fu Yunqing walked toward them, lifting a hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Even in high heels, her steps were steady and swift, the mark of a woman of action.

Stepping out of the car, Yu Lan put on a completely different face, flashing a bright, practiced smile.

Yu Yan’s misty eyes also brightened into crescents the moment they landed on Fu Yunqing. Her gaze didn’t leave the woman’s face for a second. She followed behind her mother, her pace neither too fast nor too slow. She had intended to give a polite, well-behaved greeting, but then she noticed that Fu Yunqing’s eyes had been fixed on her the entire way. They looked at each other.

Suddenly, a simple greeting wasn’t enough for Yu Yan.

Yu Lan adopted a gentle tone: “Yunqing.”

“Director Yu…”

In the next second, Yu Yan took a sudden, large stride from behind her mother and threw herself softly into Fu Yunqing’s arms. This clearly caught Fu Yunqing off guard; she took a small step back to steady herself, then raised both hands to support Yu Yan’s waist. She looked down.

“Mm… Sister Fu…”

Yu Lan’s eyes widened in surprise.

Yu Yan didn’t say anything else; she just whispered her name and clung to her, refusing to let go. It was like she was showing how much she’d missed her after a long time or perhaps this was her version of a “greeting gift.” Just like how she hugged her girlfriends when they met. Fu Yunqing blinked, let her hold on for a moment, then gently pushed her back just enough to look at her, before taking hold of Yu Yan’s wrist. The intimacy of the moment remained unbroken.

Fu Yunqing looked down at her and greeted her back: “Yanyan.” Her voice was much softer than it had been a moment ago.

Yanyan?

This was the first time Fu Yunqing had used her nickname.

Yu Yan felt a rush of sweetness. What was a wrist-hold anyway? She gave her arm a little wiggle, slipping it out of Fu Yunqing’s cool palm. But the moment Fu Yunqing’s gaze dropped, her palm was filled once more.

Yu Yan had naturally taken her hand.

“Oh my, you two are already this close?” Yu Lan laughed, playing along.

“Of course,” Yu Yan said shamelessly, holding Fu Yunqing’s hand tight. “There’s a lot about me and Sister Fu that you don’t know.”

Fu Yunqing cooperated, her lips curling into a faint, elegant smile.

Yu Lan offered a placating laugh: “That’s just her personality, very clingy.” In that moment, Yu Lan actually felt that Yu Yan’s “unproductive” personality had its uses; at least she knew how to be likable.

And Fu Yunqing didn’t look like she hated it.

“We can head up now.”

“Grandmother still has things to attend to. She said she’ll fly over herself in a couple of days,” Fu Yunqing said.

Yu Lan nodded: “She’s getting older. No matter how busy she is, she needs to mind her health.”

Fu Yunqing agreed: “Naturally. She takes her health quite seriously; she has a full check-up every three months.”

Yu Lan smiled: “Well, we can’t compete with that.”

Leaving the luggage to the assistants, Yu Yan and Fu Yunqing walked together. Yu Yan craned her neck to curiously survey the cabin interior. Unconsciously, just like their last meeting, her other hand hooked around Fu Yunqing’s arm, hugging it close.

Was this a habit of hers? When walking side-by-side with someone, she liked to cling to their arm.

The flight attendants stood by the door to welcome them. They passed the crew rest area and entered the main cabin, which opened into a massive lounge. It was decorated luxuriously, spacious, and bright, like a high-end penthouse in the sky. It had everything: sofas, coffee tables, a bar, and a dining area.

It was much larger than any private jet Yu Yan had been on before. She couldn’t help but marvel. Turning to Fu Yunqing, still clinging to her arm, she tilted her head up to get close. Fu Yunqing instinctively looked down at her with focus. Yu Yan leaned into her ear and whispered frivolously: “Rich Sister, you’ve got some serious ‘capability.'”

“Can you ‘sugar’ me?”

Fu Yunqing paused, then gave a light, scolding huff: “Nonsense.”

“Ah…” Yu Yan let out a mock-complaining sound, though her eyes were dancing with mischief.

It was nonsense; of course they were already wives, but a little “roleplay” for flavor didn’t hurt, right?

With their arms linked, they boarded and sat together naturally. The sofa was soft and comfortable. Once the plane had leveled out after takeoff, Yu Yan unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned against the person next to her like she had no bones, resting her head on Fu Yunqing’s shoulder.

This didn’t seem to surprise Fu Yunqing anymore. She simply let her lean there and asked if she wanted anything to drink. Yu Yan shook her head while Fu Yunqing ordered a coffee for herself.

Yu Yan covered a yawn, her eyes misty with sleep. Fu Yunqing said softly, “There’s a bedroom inside. You can go to sleep there. Want me to take you?”

Fu Yunqing knew she hadn’t had enough rest. After all, Yu Yan had “harassed” her the night before.

Packing had exhausted Yu Yan, and she’d felt a tiny bit of resentment toward the woman she hadn’t heard from in a week. At 2:00 AM, she sent a message from her bed: [I have insomnia.]

It was just a small vent; she didn’t expect a reply. But just as she was about to turn off her phone, Fu Yunqing actually messaged back.

Fu Yunqing seemed like the type of adult with a very healthy, disciplined schedule. Yu Yan never expected her to be awake at that hour.

Fu Yunqing: [What’s wrong?]

Yu Yan was slightly startled, then started talking nonsense: [I’m flying to Ireland to marry you tomorrow, Sister. I’m too excited and expectant to sleep.]

“…” There was a long silence from the other side.

Haha, Fu Yunqing was probably speechless. Yu Yan was a bit speechless herself, too.

However, Sister Fu was emotionally stable and kind. Even if she found it ridiculous, she still had the good temper to humor this annoying girl.

It turned out Fu Yunqing had gone to find her a lullaby: [Listening to this can calm the mind.]

Yu Yan looked at it as a Guzheng piece.

Wow.

Yu Yan wasn’t done playing; she decided to tease her further: [Why aren’t you asleep, Sister Fu?]

Yu Yan: [Are you also too excited to sleep?]

Fu Yunqing: [No.]

Yu Yan: [Ah, then why are you still up at this hour?]

After a long pause, Fu Yunqing replied: [I was asleep. I got up for a drink of water and happened to see your message.]

Oh. So she was the only one losing sleep over the excitement.

In that case, Yu Yan sent: [Then go back to sleep, Sister.]

Yu Yan: [See you tomorrow.]

Then she sent that “Goodnight, Wife” sticker again.

Obviously, Fu Yunqing ignored it and only replied: [See you tomorrow.]

Back in the present, Fu Yunqing still had that calm-as-water, gentle demeanor, telling her there was a bed inside.

The laptop on the coffee table was open. Yu Yan realized she might be bothering her work, so she quickly sat up from her shoulder but said hesitantly, “Um… in a little bit.”

She was clearly exhausted. Why wait?

Yu Yan wasn’t leaning on her anymore, but she looked at her with a sweet, pleading expression: “I want to sit with you for a while longer, Sister. Is that okay?”

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