On Her Wedding Night, She Transmigrated To The Aftermath Of Her Divorce - Chapter 9

Yu Yan also explained why she was so shy, listing a few reasons: first, the other person was too beautiful; second, her English wasn’t very good; and third…

“Sister Fu.”

Lost in thought, Fu Yunqing felt Yu Yan gently nudge her arm.

Her wandering mind was brought back to reality. She turned to look at Yu Yan.

“Look, her wife is here too.” Yu Yan pointed to the stage.

Following her gaze, Fu Yunqing saw the woman who had intimidated even Yu Yan descend from the stage. In the dim lighting, she wrapped her arm around another woman’s waist, nuzzling and kissing her affectionately.

Fu Yunqing paused, connecting the scene before her with Yu Yan’s earlier shyness.

Yu Yan knew she was married.

And she seemed quite happy about it.

“Her wife is Asian. They often post photos together on Instagram. Both of them are stunningly beautiful and perfectly matched.”

Just as Yu Yan finished speaking, the couple in the shadows retreated further into the darkness and kissed. Their kiss seemed to excite Yu Yan and Fu Yunqing felt her grip tighten on her arm.

Yu Yan whispered bashfully into her ear, “This is making me so flustered.”

“Truly a newlywed couple—so sweet.”

But they had already gotten married.

Did Yu Yan see getting married as a romantic and meaningful ceremony?

Fu Yunqing wondered if Yu Yan would regret their hasty wedding.

Fu Yunqing wasn’t sure. But seeing Yu Yan’s pure and genuine gaze, filled only with well-wishing, the inappropriate emotions that had surfaced in her heart were smoothed away once more.

This time, and last time.

Both times, before Yu Yan even knew.

Yu Yan was still holding her arm. After a moment’s hesitation, Fu Yunqing said, “Actually, your English is quite good.”

“You communicate well better than many people.”

Why the sudden compliment? Yu Yan looked at her. “Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” Fu Yunqing replied. “Be confident.”

Fu Yunqing was reserved by nature, and her praise was always simple and understated. Yet her words carried such emotional weight, truly boosting Yu Yan’s confidence.

Yu Yan had always struggled academically, with English being her strongest subject.

Mixed with her newfound confidence was a hint of bashfulness. Yu Yan curled her lips into a smile and took a large gulp of wine. “Thank you…”

The Asian faces stood out in the European bar, drawing a steady stream of patrons over to strike up conversations. Yu Yan and Fu Yunqing sat side by side, Yu Yan by the window and Fu Yunqing facing the room, effortlessly handling the overly enthusiastic foreigners. She continued to tell people Yu Yan was her younger sister, and Yu Yan, content to stay under her protective wing, relied on her whenever she felt uncomfortable or didn’t want to engage.

As the conversations flowed, so did the whiskey. Yu Yan ordered another drink, enjoying herself. By the time her second glass was empty, she was showing signs of mild intoxication.

She gradually relaxed, but still didn’t approach the singer.

“Did you forget?” Fu Yunqing asked casually.

Yu Yan shook her head. “I don’t want to go anymore.”

Her voice carried a hint of intoxication, languid and unsteady. Fu Yunqing’s curiosity grew, piqued not only by Yu Yan’s reluctance but by the prospect of seeing her tipsy.

“Why not?” Fu Yunqing pressed.

“I don’t want to go anymore.”

Why didn’t she want to go? Yu Yan pondered this question.

She seemed genuinely drunk, her body weakening as she leaned against Fu Yunqing. Her forehead pressed against Fu Yunqing’s shoulder, her fingertips tracing the water marks left by the wine glass. Without looking at Fu Yunqing, she murmured softly, “I want to stay with you.”

“You were the one who came with me,” she continued. “How could I just leave you to go play with others? I’m not ungrateful. Besides, besides…”

Perhaps finding this position uncomfortable, Yu Yan shifted her chin on Fu Yunqing’s shoulder. Sitting ramrod straight, Fu Yunqing realized her shoulder might be too high for the slumping Yu Yan. She subtly lowered her shoulder, and Yu Yan immediately snuggled closer. As she spoke, she tilted her head back, her warm breath caressing Fu Yunqing’s neck.

She smiled. “Besides, Sister Fu is more important.”

A tingling sensation spread across Fu Yunqing’s neck. She tilted her head, gazing down at Yu Yan’s flushed face.

I really like Sister Fu.

Sister Fu is more important.

******

Since they had plans tomorrow, Yu Yan couldn’t afford to get too drunk tonight. After she drank half of her third glass, Fu Yunqing stopped her.

Refusing to let her drink any more, Yu Yan frowned, grumbling that she wanted more and telling Fu Yunqing to get lost, her expression exactly like when she was grumpy in the morning.

Just moments ago, she’d said Sister Fu was more important, and now she was throwing a tantrum at Sister Fu.

Her pouting, whining demeanor made her look exactly like a stubborn drunk.

“Alright, that’s enough. We have to get up early tomorrow,” Fu Yunqing said, taking away her wineglass. She wasn’t going to let Yu Yan have her way this time. “Let’s go.”

“No… I’m not drunk at all! I don’t want to go back!” Yu Yan refused to obey, frowning and shaking her head. She still wanted to drink and keep having fun.

She thought, I’m definitely not going to listen. I haven’t done anything wrong. I just want to drink half a glass more. Why won’t she let me?

But then Fu Yunqing reached out and patted her head, speaking softly. “Be good now, listen to me.”

“…”

Yu Yan was doomed to be manipulated by women.

She couldn’t stand Fu Yunqing speaking to her so gently, telling her to “be good,” and she couldn’t stand Fu Yunqing patting her head. It was like there was a switch on her head—just a gentle touch from Fu Yunqing, and she went from kicking and screaming to being a perfectly obedient puppy.

Yu Yan looked up at Fu Yunqing, her eyes pleading.

Suddenly, Fu Yunqing felt an overwhelming urge to hug her.

Fu Yunqing signaled the waiter to settle the bill, grabbed their bags, and stood up, reaching out to pull Yu Yan to her feet. But Yu Yan remained firmly seated, unmoving.

Why aren’t you getting up? Didn’t you promise to come home with me?

“Are you feeling dizzy?” Fu Yunqing asked.

Yu Yan dragged out a drawn-out “mm” in response, leaving it unclear whether it was a yes or no. Fu Yunqing pondered this for a moment, then suddenly Yu Yan threw her arms around Fu Yunqing’s waist, pressing her body tightly against her. Standing and sitting like this, Yu Yan’s face nestled perfectly against Fu Yunqing’s upper abdomen, separated only by a thin layer of white blouse.

Her face was burning hot.

Fu Yunqing stiffened, unused to this closeness, her breathing instantly becoming ragged.

Perhaps remembering how effective stroking Yu Yan’s hair had been earlier, Fu Yunqing slowly raised her hand to Yu Yan’s hairline, gently smoothing it as she soothed her.

“There, there…”

Instead of letting go, Yu Yan tightened her grip, burying her face even deeper. “Waaah…”

Fu Yunqing’s breathing grew heavier still.

Getting the troublemaker into a taxi wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t too difficult either. Dealing with her required real skill. In the end, Fu Yunqing managed to tame her, making her do the opposite of what she was told and whimpering like a drunk when told it was time to leave.

Once in the taxi, Yu Yan calmed down considerably, aside from her clinginess. She leaned against the window, watching the night fully descend on Dublin—it was already 10 p.m.

She didn’t act drunk, nor did she talk much. With childlike curiosity, she quietly watched the unfamiliar streetscape flash by like a movie. Her dark brown eyes reflected the passing scene. When the car stopped at a red light, her gaze was drawn to a peculiar cat.

It was a strikingly majestic leopard cat, standing on a roadside bench. Its eyes glowed in the darkness as it stared warily at Yu Yan, its clear gaze a sharp contrast to Yu Yan’s half-lidded, hazy eyes. After a few seconds, Yu Yan reacted, patting Fu Yunqing’s hand and urging her to look.

“Look, a cat!”

Fu Yunqing had been watching Yu Yan since they got in the car, so she already knew what had caught her attention.

“She’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah, she’s really pretty,” Yu Yan said, though in the dim lighting, it was hard to see clearly.

“I wish I could get out of this car and kidnap her…” Yu Yan said in a childish tone. “My dream is to have my own kitty.”

Such a strong longing, to the point of being a dream.

This piqued Fu Yunqing’s curiosity. “Then why don’t you get a cat?”

“I’m too scared.”

Scared?

Yu Yan explained dejectedly, “My mom hates cats.” Yu Lan’s aversion to cats and dogs was so extreme that even the sight of them would trigger a severe reaction. Any hint of wanting a pet would be met with a stern rejection and a harsh scolding.

Yu Yan could have stubbornly defied her mother’s wishes and secretly kept a cat, just as she often ignored her mother’s other rules. But…

She didn’t dare.

Why not?

Muttering to herself, Yu Yan counted off her reasons on her fingers. “I’m still in school, I don’t have a steady income, and… I’m not responsible enough. I can barely take care of myself—how could I raise a kitten?” Raising a cat was a commitment of over a decade, and Yu Yan didn’t feel secure about her own future for the next ten years.

What if Yu Lan gets upset and cancels my card, or just dumps me? What then? Yu Yan remembered how Yu Lan had screamed when a stray kitten wandered into the yard years ago. How funny! Yu Yan chuckled.

It was a scrawny little kitten that had been chased away. Yu Yan had secretly searched for it for hours but couldn’t find it. Now, that wasn’t funny at all. Her smile faded.

Fu Yunqing had also considered the reasons, but she hadn’t expected Yu Yan to bring up “she’s still a student with no steady income.” This was the first time she’d heard such ordinary concerns from a second-generation heiress. Though she suspected Yu Yan was just spouting nonsense rather than expressing genuine worries, their time together had given her some understanding of Yu Yan’s temperament. That sharp tongue of hers could say just about anything.

“Is that so? What do you want to do after graduation?” Fu Yunqing wasn’t sure if college students these days would answer such a question.

Yu Yan answered readily, as if she’d been waiting for the question: “I want to be a house painter.”

Another pause of surprise. “Huh?”

At this, Yu Yan’s enthusiasm soared. The car started up just then, and Yu Yan turned to look at Fu Yunqing, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve got it all planned out. I’m an oil painting major, even though I’ve been slacking off and haven’t learned much. But painting walls? That’s a cinch. After graduation, I’ll just show up at new houses with my tools, stand in the shade, and greet any pretty ladies who come by. ‘Hello, miss! Want your new house painted? I only work for female clients, and I’ll give you a 50% discount!'”

“Wouldn’t that be awesome?”

Fu Yunqing imagined the scene.

Then Yu Yan’s expression fell. “But I guess I can’t do that now. I’m your wife, and something like that would embarrass your family…”

“It wouldn’t embarrass them,” Fu Yunqing said after a moment’s thought. “If anything, they’d think you were incredibly capable.”

“……”

Yu Yan, who had just been praised for her nonsense, felt embarrassed again. Oh my god, how is Fu Yunqing so good at complimenting people? Suddenly, she felt dizzy and her face burned hot—the alcohol was finally hitting her. Uncomfortable, she shifted toward the car window, searching for a more comfortable position.

Noticing her discomfort, Fu Yunqing asked if she felt dizzy. Yu Yan nodded hazily, unaware that her face was flushed crimson and her eyes were glistening with tears. The discomfort grew, becoming unbearable. She looked at Fu Yunqing with pleading eyes.

Fu Yunqing told her to lean against her, but Yu Yan still felt uncomfortable. Fu Yunqing gently took hold of her shoulders and shifted sideways. “Rest your head on my lap.”

Dazed, Yu Yan followed the movement and leaned back, resting her head on Fu Yunqing’s thighs.

The warmth and firmness of Fu Yunqing’s lap steadied her dizziness. As the car glided through the night streets, streetlights blurred outside the window. Yu Yan stared, bewildered, at the woman before her.

Fu Yunqing is truly beautiful, even from this awkward angle.

Fu Yunqing was so gentle, her scent so clean and refreshing, like an antidote to Yu Yan’s drunken discomfort. Her soft, warm palm stroked Yu Yan’s hairline, while Yu Yan’s unfocused gaze drifted, leaving her uncertain whether she was drunk from alcohol or from Fu Yunqing’s presence.

Yu Yan couldn’t tell anymore.

Being a woman scorned was Yu Yan’s fate, she knew.

But with Sister Fu, she felt like a pampered puppy, allowed to lie on her lap and be gently stroked.

It felt so good.

She stared intently at Fu Yunqing, her gaze raw and probing. Some people might have found it uncomfortable, but Fu Yunqing simply raised her hand and gently covered those fluttering eyelashes with her palm.

Yu Yan’s eyes were covered.

She couldn’t see anything.

But…

Yu Yan’s heart began to race.

Her heart racing, Yu Yan obediently fell asleep in Fu Yunqing’s arms, not making a sound.

She felt the steady rhythm of the car’s motion, wishing time would slow down, the journey would stretch on forever, and the driver was a jerk who would take them on a wild goose chase through Dublin all night.

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