On Her Wedding Night, She Transmigrated To The Aftermath Of Her Divorce - Chapter 7

She didn’t want to go to sleep just yet because she hadn’t spent enough time with Sister Fu.

What could she do to keep Sister Fu company? Chat? But Fu Yunqing needed to work.

Even if they didn’t do anything, she just wanted to be by the beautiful woman’s side.

Yu Yan was actually quite well-behaved. She didn’t nag, cause trouble, or swear while playing games. Even when she lost, she never complained; she’d just frown and start over.

Fu Yunqing was working on her laptop. Yu Yan sat beside her, no longer leaning on her shoulder but still close enough that their arms occasionally brushed.

Another loss.

After losing three games in a row, Yu Yan felt discouraged. She heaved a frustrated sigh, exited the game, and turned off her phone.

Curling up on the sofa with her arms around her knees, she glanced over at Fu Yunqing. The computer screen was filled with incomprehensible text—just one glance and her eyes glazed over.

Sister Fu must have it tough being so rich.

Yu Yan narrowed her eyes, drifting into a drowsy state.

The plane flew smoothly through the clouds. After Yu Lan returned to her seat, Fu Yunqing and Yu Yan were the only two left in the cabin’s lounge area.

Droplets of condensation slid down the ice coffee cup beside her, pooling on the table. Beneath the faint hum of the engines, Yu Yan sat quietly beside her. Whether due to heightened awareness or subconsciously focusing on her, Fu Yunqing remained attuned to Yu Yan’s every move.

Yu Yan was playing on her phone, looking frustrated. When she turned it off, the lack of distraction allowed drowsiness to wash over her. She was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, hovering between wakefulness and slumber.

Fu Yunqing remained calm and composed.

A few minutes later, Yu Yan’s head, which had been drooping, accidentally rested against Fu Yunqing’s shoulder.

The slight weight of her head made Fu Yunqing pause her typing, her fingers stilled. She glanced down and saw Yu Yan’s fluffy hair, smooth forehead, long, quiet lashes, and straight nose bridge.

So still and soft.

Why was she still here, stubbornly staying awake when she was so tired?

So stubborn.

It reminded Fu Yunqing of a cat dozing by a friend’s computer.

Fu Yunqing didn’t have much work left. After replying to the last email, she planned to finish for the day. She deliberately slowed her movements. Yu Yan, now supported, slept even more deeply.

But when she closed the laptop, Fu Yunqing suddenly felt a pang of regret.

Without the distraction of work, how could she justify letting this moment continue?

She felt torn.

A small mistake by the flight attendant shattered her wavering resolve. While collecting Fu Yunqing’s coffee tray, there was a slight clatter. Though brief, the noise woke Yu Yan, who stirred and opened her eyes, instinctively frowning.

Morning grumpiness.

The internal conflict settled in that moment. With perfect logic, Fu Yunqing cradled Yu Yan’s head and said matter-of-factly, “Alright, let’s go inside and sleep.”

Yu Yan saw that Fu Yunqing had already closed her laptop and said, “Mm,” “Sister Fu, are you finished with your work?”

“I am,” Fu Yunqing replied.

“Mm…” Yu Yan mumbled sleepily.

She lowered her head to put on the slippers a steward had brought over, then followed Fu Yunqing into the cabin. There were three small suites, one for each of them. Fu Yunqing had already arranged for Yu Yan’s luggage to be brought inside.

*****

In the center of the suite was a comfortable-looking 1.5-meter-wide double bed. Through the window beside it, a hazy white sky stretched out. The bed looked so inviting that Yu Yan felt she would fall asleep the moment she lay down.

She threw herself onto it and lay there for a moment, feeling the softness. Then she turned her head to look at Fu Yunqing, who stood in the doorway, gazing down at her.

Just standing there, backlit by the light, Fu Yunqing looked so soft and ethereal that Yu Yan was stunned again.

“Sister Fu…” What should she do? The feeling of not wanting to part from Fu Yunqing surged up again. What should she do? Was it her fate to want to stay with beautiful women? She blinked her eyes, half-jokingly pleading in a childish voice, “Can you sleep with me? I’m a little scared. It’s my first time sleeping on a private jet.”

“……”

“Are you still a child?”

Fu Yunqing’s panic was barely perceptible. She steadied herself against the doorframe and quickly added, “It’s perfectly safe. Don’t be afraid. We still have eleven hours until we reach our destination. Go back to sleep.”

Woo.

She’d been rejected by a beauty.

The beauty closed the door behind her and left.

Fu Yunqing’s room was right next door. She stepped out, glanced back, and hesitated, her footsteps pausing as her heart wavered. Suddenly, she felt a pang of regret.

Regret spread through her like a dense fog.

Had she been too quick to reject Yu Yan? Without any gentle teasing to soften the blow, wouldn’t Yu Yan misunderstand? Wouldn’t she think Fu Yunqing wanted to keep her at arm’s length, that she didn’t want to get close?

That wasn’t it. It was just that the request was so sensitive, so unexpected, that she’d been caught off guard.

Was Yu Yan really afraid? Those smiling eyes made it hard to tell.

She was always like this—seemingly sweet, yet also mischievous and spoiled, even a little too forward.

Like the way she’d openly expressed her affection during their first meeting, the way she’d suddenly called her “wife,” that suggestive photo she’d shared with the caption “just for you,” and those repeated, unexpected moments of closeness and clinginess.

She seemed to want to be close.

She seemed to be flirting.

******

Yu Yan slept for three hours. When it was time for dinner, Yu Lan came to wake her.

At that moment, Yu Yan was having a wonderful dream. She and her girlfriends had met a new sister at a bar and just added her on WeChat, but before she could even send a greeting emoji, Yu Lan rudely woke her. Opening her eyes, she saw Yu Lan standing coldly beside the bed, and her heart sank. The woman barked, “Your Sister Fu is eating dinner. You’ve slept long enough… get up and go keep her company.”

“Oh…” So, the grumpy Yu Yan reasonably transferred some of her morning grumpiness to Fu Yunqing.

Reluctantly climbing out of bed, she wiped her face with a wet wipe, drank some water, and walked out of her room. Fu Yunqing was already seated at the dining table eating. Yu Yan sat across from her and greeted her half-heartedly. Fu Yunqing asked, “What would you like to eat?”

Yu Yan mumbled, “Whatever you’re having is fine.”

A portion of Charlotte’s steak was quickly brought to Yu Yan. She said thanks, picked up her knife and fork, and silently began to eat, absentmindedly, as if in a trance. Throughout the meal, she didn’t talk to Fu Yunqing at all. After finishing, she said, “I’m full. Enjoy your meal, Sister Fu,” and left the dining room.

Yu Yan was absent-minded and a little resentful, so she didn’t notice that Fu Yunqing’s tray was empty. She had been sitting across from Yu Yan the whole time, just keeping her company.

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