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

Yu Yan had a few specific reasons for her shyness. First, the performer was too beautiful. Second, her English wasn’t great. Third…

“Sister Fu.”

Her drifting thoughts were pulled back by a nudge on her arm. Fu Yunqing turned her head to look at her.

“Look, her wife is here too,” Yu Yan pointed toward the edge of the stage.

Fu Yunqing followed her finger and saw the woman who had made Yu Yan so timid step down from the stage. In the dim light, she wrapped an arm around another woman’s waist, nuzzling and leaning in with clear intimacy.

Fu Yunqing blinked, connecting this scene with Yu Yan’s earlier reaction.

Yu Yan knew she was married.

And she was… happy about it?

“Her wife is Asian. They post photos together on Instagram all the time. They’re both stunning; they match perfectly.”

Just as Yu Yan finished speaking, the lovers tucked themselves into a more secluded corner and began to kiss. The sight made Yu Yan visibly excited—Fu Yunqing felt the grip on her arm tighten.

Yu Yan whispered bashfully into her ear, “Seeing that makes me so shy.”

“They really are like a pair of newlyweds. So sweet.”

But we also have a marriage certificate.

Did a marriage certificate represent a sense of ritual and romance to Yu Yan? Fu Yunqing wondered if Yu Yan felt any regret about their own hasty, business-like registration. She wasn’t sure. But seeing the pure, celebratory look in Yu Yan’s eyes, the “unseemly” irritation that had bubbled up in Fu Yunqing earlier was smoothed away once more.

Once again, she had been calmed before she even realized why she was upset.

Her arm was still being held. After a moment of deliberation, Fu Yunqing said to her, “Actually, your English is quite good.”

“You communicate just fine. Better than most, really.”

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

“Mhm,” Fu Yunqing nodded. “Be confident.”

Fu Yunqing was a reserved person; even her compliments were understated. So why did that one sentence provide such high “emotional value”? It actually worked. Yu Yan felt her confidence surge.

After all, Yu Yan had been a poor student her whole life; English was the only subject she excelled in.

Mixed with that confidence was a touch of bashfulness. Yu Yan curled her lips and took a large gulp of her drink. “Thank you…”

Their East Asian faces were prominent in the European pub, and a steady stream of people came over to clink glasses and chat. They sat in a row Yu Yan by the window and Fu Yunqing on the outside, effortlessly handling the overly enthusiastic locals. Fu Yunqing continued to introduce Yu Yan as her “younger sister,” and Yu Yan remained under her protection, leaning on her whenever she didn’t want to deal with someone or felt uncomfortable.

As more people stopped by to toast, the first whiskey hit the bottom of the glass. Yu Yan ordered another drink, feeling cheerful. By the time the second glass was nearing its end, she was starting to show signs of being tipsy.

She was loosening up, but she still hadn’t gone over to talk to the singer.

Did she forget?

When Fu Yunqing asked, Yu Yan shook her head. “I’m not going.”

Her tone was tinged with the floaty, lazy quality of intoxication. Fu Yunqing’s curiosity grew, perhaps not just about why she wasn’t going, but about the drunk version of Yu Yan herself.

“Why not?” Fu Yunqing asked.

“I just don’t want to.”

Why didn’t she want to? Yu Yan considered the question herself.

She really was a bit drunk; her physical coordination was slipping, and she leaned into Fu Yunqing’s space. Her forehead rested against Fu Yunqing’s shoulder as her fingertips traced the ring of condensation left by her glass. Without looking at Fu Yunqing, she said softly, “I want to stay with you.”

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

Perhaps finding the posture uncomfortable, Yu Yan nuzzled her chin against Fu Yunqing’s shoulder. Fu Yunqing was sitting bolt upright and realized her shoulder might be a bit too high for the slumped-over girl, so she lowered it slightly. Yu Yan immediately snuggled in. When she spoke, she tilted her head up, her warm breath fluttering against Fu Yunqing’s neck.

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

A wave of numbness washed over Fu Yunqing’s neck. She tilted her head, gazing down at the girl’s flushed face.

—I really like Sister Fu. —Sister Fu is more important.

Because they had a schedule tomorrow, Yu Yan couldn’t get too wasted. When the third drink was half-finished, Fu Yunqing stepped in.

When the drink was taken away, Yu Yan frowned, stubbornly insisting she wanted more and telling her to go away the exact same expression she wore when she had “morning crankiness.”

One second, Sister Fu was “more important”; the next, she was snapping at her.

In her irritation, she really did look like a bit of a rogue drunk.

“Alright, no more. We have to wake up early tomorrow.” Fu Yunqing took the glass, refusing to indulge her further. “We’re going back.”

“No… I’m not drunk at all. I don’t want to go back yet.” Yu Yan refused to obey, shaking her head. She wanted more to drink; she wanted to stay.

She thought she would definitely not be “good.” She hadn’t done anything wrong; she just wanted half a glass more. Why shouldn’t she?

But then, Fu Yunqing reached out and stroked her head, saying gently, “Be good. Listen to me.”

Yu Yan really was destined to be manipulated by women.

She couldn’t handle it when Fu Yunqing used that gentle “be good” tone, nor could she handle the head-pat. It was like there was a “switch” on her head that turned her into a well-behaved puppy the moment Fu Yunqing touched it.

Yu Yan looked up, gazing at Fu Yunqing with wide, expectant eyes.

Suddenly, she really wanted to hug her.

Fu Yunqing settled the bill, grabbed their bags, and stood up, reaching out a hand to pull Yu Yan up. But Yu Yan stayed firmly in her seat.

Why aren’t you getting up? Didn’t you agree to go back?

“Are you dizzy?” Fu Yunqing asked.

Yu Yan let out a long, trailing “Mhm,” though it was unclear if it was an answer or a denial. As Fu Yunqing was thinking, Yu Yan suddenly opened her arms.

She wrapped them around Fu Yunqing’s waist, pressing her body against her. With one standing and one sitting, Yu Yan’s face ended up buried right against Fu Yunqing’s upper abdomen, separated only by a thin white shirt.

Her face was burning hot.

Fu Yunqing wasn’t used to this; her body went stiff, and her breathing hitched instantly.

Perhaps realizing the effect the head-pat had, Fu Yunqing slowly rested her hand on the top of Yu Yan’s head, smoothing her hair in a gentle, coaxing motion.

“Alright now…”

Yu Yan didn’t let go; instead, she hugged tighter, burying her face deeper. “Ugh…”

Fu Yunqing’s breathing grew a bit heavier.

Coaxing a rogue drunk into a taxi was both easy and difficult. It required a specific kind of technique. Fu Yunqing had successfully “tamed” the drunk who usually said “left” when you said “right” and whimpered when you said “it’s time to go.”

Once in the car, Yu Yan quieted down significantly. Aside from her clinginess, she didn’t act out. She leaned against the window; night had fully descended on Dublin, and it was actually 10:00 PM.

She wasn’t being rowdy, and she didn’t say much, just watched the world outside with a child-like curiosity. Her dark brown pupils reflected the unfamiliar streetscapes flashing by like a film. When the car stopped at a red light, her gaze was caught by a strange cat.

It was a majestic-looking Savannah cat perched on a roadside bench. It stared at Yu Yan with eyes that glowed in the dark, its gaze sharp and alert, much clearer than Yu Yan’s own half-lidded, misty eyes. It took Yu Yan three seconds to react, and then she patted Fu Yunqing’s hand to get her to look.

“There’s a cat!”

Fu Yunqing saw it too. Ever since they got into the car, her eyes had been fixed on the girl, watching whatever she noticed.

“It’s so well-marked.”

“Mhm, it’s very beautiful.” In the dim light, it was actually hard to see clearly.

“I want to get out and ‘kidnap’ it…” Yu Yan said childishly. “My dream is to have a cat of my own.”

Such a big desire to call it a “dream.”

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

“I don’t dare.”

Don’t dare?

Yu Yan explained gloomily, “My mom hates cats.” Yu Lan’s dislike for cats and dogs was so extreme she would practically have a stress reaction at the sight of them. Any hint of wanting a pet was met with a harsh veto and a lecture.

Yu Yan could have been rebellious and got one secretly, but…

She didn’t dare.

Why not?

Yu Yan mumbled, counting the reasons on her fingers. “I’m still a student; I don’t have a stable income… and I’m not responsible enough. I can’t even take care of myself; how could I raise a cat?” A cat was a decade-plus commitment, and Yu Yan didn’t have much security regarding her own next ten years.

Who knew when she’d upset Yu Lan and have her cards cut or be kicked out? Yu Yan remembered a time years ago when Yu Lan had screamed in terror at a kitten that wandered into the yard. So funny, Yu Yan thought, laughing out loud.

It had been a scrawny little thing. It was chased away. Yu Yan had secretly searched for it for a long time but never found it. It’s not funny at all. Her smile faded.

Fu Yunqing had considered several reasons, but she hadn’t expected “being a student with no stable income” to be one of them. This was the first time she’d heard a “Second Generation” heir’s voice, a concern shared by ordinary people. Though she suspected Yu Yan might just be talking nonsense, she had learned enough about her temperament lately to know that anything could come out of that mouth.

“Is that so? Then what do you want to do after graduation?” Fu Yunqing wasn’t sure if modern college students liked being asked this.

Yu Yan answered this one quickly, as if she had a plan: “I want to be a house painter.”

Another surprise. “Huh?”

At this, Yu Yan’s interest spiked. As the car started moving, she turned eagerly toward Fu Yunqing. “I’ve got it all planned out. I’m an oil painting major, after all. Even though I slack off and haven’t learned much, painting a wall is definitely within my skillset. After graduation, I’ll take my gear and stand under the shade of a tree by the new apartment buildings. When I see a beautiful woman, I’ll say, ‘Hello, Miss, do you need your walls painted?’ I’ll only take female clients. Fifty percent off for ladies.”

“Doesn’t that sound amazing?”

Fu Yunqing imagined the scene.

Suddenly, Yu Yan thought of something else, and her expression turned dejected. “But I guess I can’t do that now. I’m your wife. Doing that would lose face for your family…”

“It wouldn’t be losing face.” Fu Yunqing was actually a bit charmed by the image. After a thought, she said, “If you did that, people would just think you’re very ‘capable.'”

Being praised for her nonsense made Yu Yan feel shy again. Heaven help me, why is Fu Yunqing so good at compliments? Suddenly her head felt dizzy, her face hot—the alcohol was really hitting her now. She couldn’t sit still, leaning against the window, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, searching for a position that didn’t feel awful.

Fu Yunqing noticed her distress and asked if she was dizzy. Yu Yan shook her head dizzily, unaware that her face was completely flushed and her eyes were wet. The discomfort was climbing; she was genuinely struggling. Yu Yan cast a “help me” look toward Fu Yunqing with those misty eyes.

Fu Yunqing let her lean against her, but Yu Yan still felt unwell. Fu Yunqing steadied her shoulders and shifted over slightly. “Rest your head on my lap.”

Yu Yan followed the guidance in a daze, lying down and resting her head on Fu Yunqing’s thighs.

They were firm yet warm. Yu Yan’s vertigo found an anchor. As the car drove through the night streets and the lights outside blurred, she opened her eyes in a daze, looking up at the woman.

Fu Yunqing was so beautiful, even from this “death angle” (looking up from below).

Fu Yunqing was so gentle. She smelled so good—a clean, soft scent like a sobriety cure that pulled Yu Yan out of her drunken misery. Her hand brushed through Yu Yan’s hair, her palm soft and warm. Yu Yan’s gaze was scattered and misty. Was she intoxicated by the wine, or by Fu Yunqing?

She couldn’t tell.

Being a “simp” for women was her destiny; Yu Yan knew this.

But with Sister Fu, it felt like she could be a pampered puppy, lying on her master’s lap and being petted.

It was… really something.

She stared straight up at her, her gaze filled with a raw, searching intensity. Some found that hard to bear. Fu Yunqing lifted her hand, covering 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.

With her heart racing, she fell asleep quietly in Fu Yunqing’s lap, neither noisy nor troublesome.

She felt the smooth speed of the car and wished time would slow down and that the journey would get longer. She wished the driver would take the long way and drive them in circles around Dublin all night long.

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