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

Yu Yan went back to her room to space out. She couldn’t seem to fall back asleep, so she spent the time chatting with friends and playing games. Time passed quickly, and before she knew it, the plane had entered Irish airspace.

Yu Yan packed her things, ready to disembark. Leaving her room, she found Fu Yunqing already waiting in the lounge, sitting in the same spot she’d occupied when they first boarded by the window, staring out at the view.

The window seat was taken.

Yu Yan didn’t sit next to her; instead, she found her own window seat. The weather was beautiful. As the plane began its descent, the silhouette of the city became clearer and clearer. Yu Yan loved this moment; the visual impact always gave her a thrill.

It had been daytime when they left; ten-plus hours later, it was still daytime.

The plane landed smoothly in Dublin. As the cabin door opened, the scent of a foreign land carried by a strong breeze hit her face, sweeping away the lethargy of being stuck in a cabin all day. She realized she was now very, very close to the Cliffs of Moher.

During the car ride to the hotel, Yu Yan was in high spirits, constantly snapping photos of the scenery through the window.

Fu Yunqing sat in the same row, separated by a small aisle. She didn’t speak, quietly watching the exuberant Yu Yan.

While Yu Yan was focused on the world outside, a quiet sense of loss, one she hadn’t even noticed herself, flickered in Fu Yunqing’s eyes. She stared a bit too long, and realizing her own lapse in composure was the complete opposite of Yu Yan’s, she averted her gaze.

Right then, Yu Yan turned toward her.

Yu Yan caught her.

Through the half-open window, the wind rushed in, blowing the woman’s black hair into a messy yet vivid tangle. She was glancing out the car window; Yu Yan couldn’t see her eyes, but she found the moment Fu Yunqing lifted her hand to brush back the hair obscuring her vision to be stunning. Yu Yan pressed the shutter.

In the next instant, Fu Yunqing looked at her lips, slightly parted, hand still raised, eyes downcast in a beautiful arc of slight surprise. In the background were European buildings and a bird that had coincidentally flown into the frame.

At that moment, Yu Yan was certain: this was the first perfect, “full-mark” photo she had taken in Dublin.

“So beautiful,” Yu Yan marveled happily.

Fu Yunqing was truly the Goddess of Atmosphere; that bird and that hint of melancholy were the perfect finishing touches.

“Look,” Yu Yan leaned over, handing her the phone. “Isn’t it amazing? Doesn’t it have such a ‘vibe’?”

Fu Yunqing glanced at the photo, then at the glowing Yu Yan.

The heart that had been sinking into a bubble of “loss” floated back to the surface. Fu Yunqing realized one thing: Yu Yan wasn’t actually angry with her.

A tiny bit of self-annoyance bubbled up; Fu Yunqing gave a mental, self-deprecating laugh.

“Can I save this?”

Fu Yunqing opened her lips: “You can.”

“Should I send it to you?”

“Okay.”

“No internet yet. I’ll give it to you once we get to the hotel.”

“Mhm.”

Yu Yan put her phone away and stopped taking photos. She studied Fu Yunqing’s face and mused, “I wonder how much money I’d have to spend on plastic surgery to look like you?”

“Don’t try to look like me.”

“Huh?”

Fu Yunqing said, “You look very good too.”

Yu Yan smiled. “I know.”

Fu Yunqing gave a soft laugh. “You know, do you?”

At the hotel, they did a quick check-in and got local SIM cards. In Ireland during July and August, the sun stays up very late. After dinner, even at seven or eight o’clock, the sky was still bright. Yu Yan wanted to wander the streets; she was fascinated by European boutiques. She also knew a beautiful street performer through social media who wasn’t far from the hotel; she wanted to find a pub and listen to her sing. They were leaving for County Clare tomorrow and only had one night here it would be a waste not to explore.

Naturally, this was met with immediate resistance from Yu Lan.

It was hard to tell if it was an obsession with control or a simple distaste for Yu Yan’s relaxed hedonism, but Yu Lan had ten thousand reasons to stop her. It was “dangerous,” it was “troublesome,” and so on. Can’t you just stop causing trouble? Will staying in the hotel kill you? Is this the time for you to be playing around?

Yu Lan was the ultimate “buzzkill” in Yu Yan’s world.

Fortunately, Yu Yan was long accustomed to this; the more she was lectured, the more rebellious she became. After their argument ended badly, she was even unhappier, which only fueled her resolve to go out and find some joy. Even in summer, Irish nights can drop to the low teens. She grabbed a jacket from her suitcase, took the elevator down, and greeted a passing stranger in the lobby with a smile, only for her face to collapse into a look of dejection once they passed. Her mood had inevitably been affected; this was exactly why she hated being around Yu Lan.

“Yanyan.” Suddenly, someone called her name.

A despondent Yu Yan turned around. Fu Yunqing was behind her.

Fu Yunqing was also dressed to go out, draped in a long black trench coat. Her hands were in her pockets, her gaze soft and bright.

She walked quickly toward the unhappy Yu Yan, slowing down only as she reached her. “Want me to accompany you?”

Fu Yunqing pulled a hand from her pocket and looked at her. “You seem… a bit clingy toward me.”

Yu Yan was happy again.

She walked down the foreign streets with her arm hooked through Fu Yunqing’s. As the late-evening breeze blew against them under the still-bright sky, her heart felt light and joyful. She felt so happy.

A top-tier beauty had offered to go out with her and even said something like, “You seem a bit clingy”; it was honestly too much to handle.

Did Fu Yunqing know she was clingy? To say it out loud felt like an invitation for Yu Yan to be more clingy.

Had Fu Yunqing accidentally overheard her argument with Yu Lan? If so, Fu Yunqing was truly a gentle person. The way she indulged Yu Yan already made her feel safe, but perhaps she also cared about Yu Yan a little? Or was it just a desire for company? Or maybe she was just naturally kind to everyone.

Regardless of the reason, the joy it brought Yu Yan was real.

Being at the mercy of a woman’s mood was simply Yu Yan’s destiny. A woman just had to “dangle the bait” a little, and Yu Yan would bite down and never let go. There was no way she was going to be polite and say, “No thanks, I’m fine.”

No, she wanted to complain to Fu Yunqing, to show off her low mood and her vulnerability. Like a lost little kitten, she wanted to evoke a bit of heartache. She wanted to hold her hand, look at her, and say, “Sister Fu, you’re so good to me.”

“With you here, I’m not sad at all anymore.”

“I like you so much.”

They walked side-by-side. Fu Yunqing didn’t respond, looking straight ahead, but Yu Yan knew she was listening. Though Fu Yunqing didn’t speak, her expression looked a bit unnatural. Seeing this gave Yu Yan a sense of accomplishment. She was successfully flirting so she doubled down and said even more.

Fu Yunqing’s English was excellent. With her around, calling taxis and communicating was incredibly easy. While Yu Yan’s English wasn’t terrible, she traveled abroad often; it was still a bit “half-baked.” Plus, with the Irish accent, she frequently had to cast “help me” glances toward Sister Fu. Their driver, a muscular woman in a sleeveless T-shirt with a bun and full-sleeve tattoos, was very friendly toward Asians. Yu Yan complimented her physique, and the driver returned the favor tenfold, calling Yu Yan “cool.”

As for the elegant, quiet Fu Yunqing, who acted as an occasional translator, the driver referred to her as a “very sophisticated lady.”

The pub wasn’t far, a twenty-minute drive. The locals loved to drink, and pubs were everywhere. It was just after work hours; people were everywhere, briefcases set aside, holding pints and chatting. Yu Yan loved the atmosphere.

Upon reaching their destination, they looked through the glass doors to see a packed house. Yu Yan excitedly led Fu Yunqing inside by the hand, unreservedly scanning the room. Every time she accidentally made eye contact, she received a warm greeting. Yu Yan found an empty spot by the window and sat down with Fu Yunqing, opening the drink menu provided by the server.

“I’ll have a whiskey,” Yu Yan said, whiskey being a local specialty. She handed the menu to Fu Yunqing. “Take a look, Sister.”

“I’ll have the same.”

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

Yu Yan spoke with total seriousness, but she heard Fu Yunqing let out a soft laugh, muffled by the pub’s noise.

What? Was my pronunciation not standard?

Today was Yu Yan’s lucky day; the beautiful street performer who was famous on social media was actually there. She wore a dress, but the muscles in her guitar-playing arms were well-defined. She looked cool, energetic, and brimming with confidence and power. So charming.

Yu Yan was a bit of a “lush”; she loved to drink, but she didn’t like anything too bitter, and her tolerance didn’t quite live up to the “lush” title. High-proof alcohol would make her head feel hot and dizzy after just a few sips, so she had to drink slowly.

She sat there cradling her glass, taking tiny sips, her eyes glued to the stage.

Fu Yunqing sat beside her, following her gaze. On the way there, she had heard Yu Yan mention the person she wanted to see.

She was indeed charismatic.

Is that the type Yu Yan likes?

“I really want to go up and say hi,” Yu Yan muttered, clutching her half-finished whiskey during the performer’s break.

“Then why don’t you?” Fu Yunqing asked.

“I don’t dare.”

Fu Yunqing was surprised. “You? You’re scared?”

She clearly thought Yu Yan was so extroverted that she wouldn’t hesitate to hit on anyone.

Yu Yan said, “I’d dare with anyone else, but I’m shy when it comes to her.”

“I need to build up my courage a bit more.”

So that’s it. Fu Yunqing didn’t comment further.

She picked up her glass, took a sip, and looked out the window.

The sky was finally starting to darken.

Suddenly, she felt a tiny bit… annoyed.

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