On Her Wedding Night, She Transmigrated To The Aftermath Of Her Divorce - Chapter 8

Yu Yan returned to her room, feeling restless. She couldn’t sleep, so she chatted with friends, played some games, and finally dozed off. Time flew by, and before she knew it, the plane was entering Irish airspace.

Yu Yan gathered her things and prepared to disembark. When she left the cabin, Fu Yunqing was waiting in the terminal, seated by the window in the same spot she had occupied during takeoff, gazing out.

The window seat was taken.

So Yu Yan didn’t sit next to Fu Yunqing and found another window seat for herself. The weather was perfect as the plane began its descent. The city’s outline grew clearer before her eyes. Yu Yan loved this moment, the visual impact of the view was exhilarating.

They had left in the daytime, and after more than twelve hours, it was still daytime.

The plane landed smoothly in Dublin. As the cabin door opened, a gust of fresh, foreign air swept across her face, dispelling the lethargy of the long flight. She realized she was now very close to the Cliffs of Moher, her ultimate destination.

On the way to the hotel, Yu Yan was in a great mood, snapping photos of the foreign scenery out the window with her phone.

Fu Yunqing sat across the aisle from her, quietly observing Yu Yan’s enthusiasm.

Yu Yan remained absorbed in the view outside. Unnoticed by Yu Yan, a quiet sense of loss flickered in Fu Yunqing’s eyes. Slightly dazed, she realized her own contrasting discomposure and averted her gaze.

Just then, Yu Yan turned to look at her.

Yu Yan had caught her.

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The half-open window let in a gust of wind, scattering Fu Yunqing’s long black hair in a lively, disheveled way. Yu Yan glanced out the window, unable to see Fu Yunqing’s eyes. But she found the moment beautiful when Fu Yunqing raised her hand to sweep her wind-blown hair out of her eyes. Yu Yan pressed the shutter button.

In the next instant, Fu Yunqing turned to look at her. Her slightly parted lips, her hand frozen mid-sweep, her gracefully arched eyebrows now tilted in mild surprise, the European architecture looming outside the window, and a bird that had flown into the frame—all froze in the photograph.

At that moment, Yu Yan was certain she had taken the first perfect photo in Dublin.

“How beautiful!” Yu Yan exclaimed happily.

Fu Yunqing must be a goddess of atmosphere, Yu Yan thought. That bird and hint of melancholy are the perfect finishing touches.

“Look!” Yu Yan leaned over, showing her phone. “Isn’t it amazing? Doesn’t it just capture the feeling?”

Fu Yunqing glanced at the photo, then at Yu Yan’s radiant face.

Her heart, which had been sinking beneath the bubble of disappointment, suddenly surfaced. She realized Yu Yan wasn’t angry with her after all.

A wry smile played across Fu Yunqing’s lips as she mentally scoffed at her own foolishness.

“Can I save this?”

“Of course,” Fu Yunqing replied.

“Should I send it to you?”

“Sure.”

“There’s no signal. I’ll send it when we get back to the hotel.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Yu Yan put away her phone and stopped taking photos. Instead, she stared intently at Fu Yunqing’s face, studying it.

“How much would it cost to get plastic surgery to look like you?”

“Don’t get plastic surgery to look like me.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re very pretty too,” Fu Yunqing said.

Yu Yan smiled. “I know.”

Fu Yunqing chuckled. “You do, huh?”

After arriving at the hotel, they quickly settled in and got local SIM cards. In Ireland during July and August, nightfall came late. Even at seven or eight o’clock in the evening, the sky was still brightly lit. Yu Yan wanted to stroll the streets here, as she was fascinated by European boutiques. She’d also met a female singer on social media, not far from the hotel, and wanted to go to a small bar to listen to her sing. They were leaving for County Clare tomorrow, and staying only one night here, so it would be a waste not to explore.

But, as expected, Yu Lan objected.

It was hard to tell whether Yu Lan was overly controlling or simply couldn’t stand Yu Yan’s carefree hedonism. She came up with a thousand excuses to stop her from going out—dangerous, troublesome, etc.—Can’t you just stay put? You won’t die from staying in the hotel! Is this really the time to be out having fun?

Yu Lan was the biggest buzzkill in Yu Yan’s world.

Fortunately, Yu Yan had long grown accustomed to it. The more she was criticized, the more rebellious she became. After every unhappy argument, she only felt more determined to go out and find some fun. Even in summer, Irish nights could drop into the teens, so she pulled a jacket from her suitcase, took the elevator downstairs, and greeted a passing woman in the hotel lobby. Her forced smile quickly crumpled, leaving her looking even more despondent. Her mood was inevitably affected, which was precisely why she hated staying with Yu Lan.

“Yanyan,” a voice suddenly called out.

Yu Yan, still dejected, turned around to see Fu Yunqing standing behind her.

Fu Yunqing was also dressed to go out, wearing a long black trench coat with her hands in her pockets. Her gaze was gentle and radiant.

She strode quickly toward the disheartened Yu Yan, then slowed as she approached. “Want me to keep you company?” She withdrew her hand from her pocket and looked at Yu Yan. “You seem… a little clingy to me.”

Yu Yan was happy again.

She walked down the foreign street, arm in arm with Fu Yunqing, feeling the evening breeze before the sky darkened. Her heart felt light and joyful, and she felt so fortunate.

A beautiful woman was willingly shopping with her and even said something like, “You seem to cling to me a lot.” It was really too much.

Did Fu Yunqing know how clingy she was? And why say it out loud, as if inviting Yu Yan to cling to her even more?

Perhaps Fu Yunqing accidentally overheard her argument with Yu Lan? Then Fu Yunqing was truly kind-hearted. Just her indulgence made Yu Yan feel safe. Did she actually care about Yu Yan a little? Or was it a desire for companionship? Or simply pure kindness, being gentle and friendly to others.

Whatever the reason, the happiness she brought Yu Yan was genuine.

Being emotionally swayed by women was Yu Yan’s fate. If a woman just dangled a little bait, Yu Yan would take the hook and never let go. How could she possibly politely say, “No, I’m fine”?

She wanted to complain to Fu Yunqing, showing her vulnerable and pitiful side, like a disoriented kitten tugging at her heartstrings. Then she wanted to take Fu Yunqing’s hand and say, “Sister Fu, you’re so good.”

“With you here, I’m not sad at all.”

“I really like you.”

They walked side by side. Fu Yunqing didn’t respond, keeping her gaze straight ahead, but Yu Yan knew she was listening. Fu Yunqing didn’t want to speak, but her expression was slightly awkward. Seeing her like this, Yu Yan felt a sense of accomplishment, as if she had successfully teased her. This only encouraged Yu Yan to say more.

Fu Yunqing’s English was excellent, making it very convenient to take taxis and communicate when she was around. Although Yu Yan’s English wasn’t bad—she often traveled abroad—it was still mediocre at best. When she couldn’t understand the Irish driver’s accent, she would look to Sister Fu for help. The driver, a muscular woman in a sleeveless tank top with a bob haircut and tattooed arms, was incredibly friendly to Asians. When Yu Yan complimented her on her impressive physique, the driver responded with ten compliments in return, all along the lines of “You’re cool too!”

As for Fu Yunqing, reserved and only occasionally translating, Yu Yan described her as “a truly elegant lady.”

The small bar wasn’t far, just a twenty-minute drive. The locals loved drinking, and bars were everywhere. At this hour, people had just gotten off work, and the streets were filled with men and women who had set down their briefcases to drink and chat. Yu Yan loved this atmosphere.

Upon reaching their destination, Yu Yan peered through the glass door and saw the bar packed with patrons. Excitedly, she tugged Fu Yunqing’s hand and pushed the door open, scanning the surroundings with unbridled enthusiasm. Whenever her gaze met someone’s, she received a warm greeting. Yu Yan found a window seat and settled down with Fu Yunqing, flipping through the menu to order drinks.

“I’ll have a whiskey,” Yu Yan said. Whiskey was a local specialty. She handed the menu to Fu Yunqing. “Sister, what do you want?”

“Same as you.”

Yu Yan turned to the waiter. “Two whiskeys, please.”

Yu Yan spoke with serious intent, but she heard a stifled chuckle from Fu Yunqing, barely audible over the bar’s lively chatter.

What’s wrong? she wondered. Am I that off?

Yu Yan’s luck held today—the popular singer from social media was performing live. Dressed in a skirt, her guitar-strumming arm flexed with defined muscles, exuding both grace and vitality. Her confident demeanor radiated power. She’s mesmerizing, Yu Yan thought.

Yu Yan loved drinking, but she disliked bitter flavors and couldn’t quite live up to the “drunkard” label. Strong spirits would quickly make her head spin and heat up if she drank too quickly, forcing her to sip slowly.

Yu Yan held her glass, taking small sips as she stared intently at the stage.

Fu Yunqing, seated beside her, followed her gaze. She had heard Yu Yan mention the person she wanted to meet during their drive.

She’s certainly captivating.

Does Yu Yan really like that type?

“I wish I could go up and say hello,” Yu Yan murmured, cradling her half-empty whiskey glass during the singer’s break.

“Why don’t you?” Fu Yunqing asked.

“I’m too scared.”

Fu Yunqing was surprised. “You? Scared?”

She couldn’t believe it. Yu Yan was usually so outgoing—how could she be afraid of talking to someone?

“If it were anyone else, I’d definitely go,” Yu Yan said. “But I’m shy around her.”

“I need to build up my courage first.”

So that’s how it is. Fu Yunqing remained silent.

She took a sip from her own glass and glanced out the window.

The sky was beginning to darken.

Suddenly, she felt a flicker of annoyance.

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