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

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

But what could she actually do to “accompany” her? Chat? Fu Yunqing had work to do.

Still, even if they did absolutely nothing, Yu Yan just wanted to be near a beautiful woman.

Yu Yan was actually quite well-behaved. She wasn’t loud or troublesome; she would play her mobile games in silence, never cursing or complaining. Even when she lost, she would just furrow her brow slightly and start over.

As Fu Yunqing worked on her laptop, Yu Yan remained seated beside her. She wasn’t leaning on her shoulder anymore, but they sat close enough that their arms occasionally brushed.

Lost again.

After a three-game losing streak, Yu Yan felt discouraged. A heavy sigh escaped her nose as she exited the game and locked her phone.

Curled up on the sofa with her hands hugging her knees, she felt a wave of boredom. She glanced at Fu Yunqing’s screen, but it was filled with things she didn’t understand. One look at the dense text and her head began to spin.

Being a rich sister isn’t easy either, she mused.

Yu Yan’s eyes began to narrow as drowsiness took over.

The plane glided smoothly through the clouds. Yu Lan had already said her goodnights and retired to her room, leaving only Fu Yunqing and Yu Yan in the lounge.

Beads of condensation from the iced coffee had pooled into a small puddle on the table. Under the faint hum of the engines, a sound the ears eventually tuned out—the girl beside her was remarkably quiet. Whether it was due to her natural sharp intuition or a subconscious habit of keeping an eye on her, Fu Yunqing remained fully aware of Yu Yan’s state.

She had seen her playing on her phone, looking increasingly frustrated until she finally gave up. Deprived of a distraction, exhaustion had clearly set in. Yu Yan was now at that stage of being half-asleep, unable to keep her eyes open.

Fu Yunqing didn’t say a word.

A few minutes later, Yu Yan’s bobbing head finally tipped over, landing softly on Fu Yunqing’s shoulder once again.

Feeling the light weight press down, Fu Yunqing’s fingers froze over the keyboard. She tilted her head slightly. From this angle, she could see Yu Yan’s soft hair, her smooth forehead, the long, still lashes of her closed eyes, and the delicate bridge of her nose.

Everything was quiet and soft.

Why stay here and endure this exhaustion instead of going to bed?

How stubborn.

It reminded Fu Yunqing of a friend’s cat that would nod off right next to a laptop.

Fu Yunqing didn’t have much work left; she planned to finish after replying to one last email. She intentionally slowed her movements. Yu Yan didn’t wake; having found a support for her head, she drifted into a deeper slumber.

But as she closed her laptop, Fu Yunqing suddenly felt a pang of regret.

Without the “shield” of work to hide behind, how was she supposed to justify letting this moment continue?

She felt conflicted.

A minor slip-up by a flight attendant broke her internal struggle: the slight clatter of a coffee tray being cleared. Though the sound was brief, it was enough to rouse Yu Yan from her light sleep. She opened her eyes and instinctively frowned.

Morning crankiness.

The conflict in Fu Yunqing’s mind settled. With a valid reason now at hand, she reached out to steady Yu Yan’s head and said naturally, “Alright, go inside and get some sleep.”

Yu Yan saw that the laptop was closed. “Mhm… are you finished with work, Sister Fu?”

“I’m finished,” Fu Yunqing replied.

“Okay…” Yu Yan murmured dizzily.

She stepped into the slippers provided by the staff and followed behind Fu Yunqing toward the sleeping quarters. There were three small suites, one for each of them. Her luggage had already been moved inside.

In the center of the room was a double bed that looked incredibly soft and inviting. Through the window, the white expanse of the sky was visible. It looked so comfortable that Yu Yan felt she could fall asleep the moment she hit the mattress.

She flopped onto the bed, lying facedown for a moment to soak in the comfort, then turned her head to look at Fu Yunqing. The older woman stood in the doorway, looking down at her.

Standing there against the soft light, she looked like she could melt right into the glow. Once again, Yu Yan was struck by her beauty.

“Sister Fu…” The feeling of not wanting to part with her welled up again. It was simply Yu Yan’s destiny to want to be near beautiful women. She blinked and made a playful, flirtatious request: “Can you stay with me while I sleep? I’m a little scared—it’s my first time sleeping in a bed on a private jet.”

“…”

“Are you a child?”

Fu Yunqing’s flustered state was barely perceptible. She gripped the doorframe and quickly added, “It’s very safe, nothing to be afraid of. There are still eleven hours until we land. Sleep well.”

Ugh.

Rejected by beauty.

The beauty closed the door and left.

Fu Yunqing’s room was right next door. As she walked out, she paused and looked back, her hesitation clear in her stride. Suddenly, she felt a wave of regret.

It was a dense, nagging feeling that spread through her chest.

She had rejected her so quickly, without any soft jokes to cushion the blow. Would Yu Yan misunderstand? Would she think Fu Yunqing was trying to maintain distance and didn’t want to be close?

That wasn’t it. It was just that the request was… sensitive, and it had caught her off guard.

Was she really scared? Those curving, smiling eyes made it hard to tell.

Yu Yan was always like this, appearing well-behaved one moment and completely unruly the next, possessed of a certain playfulness, a touch of willfulness, and… an excessive amount of proactivity.

Like the way she wore her heart on her sleeve during their first meeting, the way she called her “Wife” without warning, that ambiguous photo with the “only for you” caption, and the repeated, unexpected moments of physical intimacy and clinginess.

She seemed so attached.

She seemed to be… teasing her.

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

At that moment, Yu Yan was in the middle of a beautiful dream. She and her friends had met a new “Sister” at a bar and had just added her on WeChat. She hadn’t even sent a greeting sticker yet when Yu Lan ruined it. Opening her eyes to see Yu Lan standing coldly by the bed made her heart sink. The woman commanded, “Your Sister Fu is already eating. You’ve slept long enough… get up and join her.”

“Oh…” And so, a grumpy Yu Yan reasonably transferred a portion of her morning crankiness onto Fu Yunqing.

Reluctantly, she crawled out of bed, wiped her face with a wet towelette, grabbed a sip of water, and trudged out. Fu Yunqing was already seated at the dining table. Yu Yan sat across from her and gave a less-than-cheerful greeting. Fu Yunqing asked, “What would you like to eat?”

Yu Yan muttered gloomily, “The same as you is fine.”

A Charolais steak was soon placed in front of her. Yu Yan offered a curt “thank you” and began to eat in silence, looking as though she were sleepwalking. She didn’t say a single word to Fu Yunqing the entire time. After finishing, she simply said, “I’m full. Enjoy your meal, Sister Fu,” and left the dining area.

She was so dazed and resentful that she didn’t even notice Fu Yunqing’s plate had been empty for a long time. She had stayed at the table purely to keep Yu Yan company.

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