On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 110
by Little PandaThe Happy Life Before Divorce
Before Divorce 6
Love Mommy So Much
Was she a puppy?
Only a puppy would lick and lick like that. She had licked her so eagerly, getting more and more into it, not listening no matter what was said—how could she not be a puppy?
She was a puppy.
She was Fu-jiejie’s puppy…
She really, really wanted to bark twice for jiejie to hear.
The thought surfaced in her mind but didn’t last long. She didn’t have skin that thick, and she was embarrassed enough as it was. She ducked her head and burrowed into jiejie’s arms to act cute, and before long, jiejie forgave her and told her to go wash her face and rinse her mouth.
Yu Yan got out of bed and ran into the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. Her face was very red, and her hair was damp—she couldn’t bear to imagine what kind of water had gotten her wet, but…
But down there, jiejie was fragrant, different from the scent of the rest of her body. It was a secretive, forbidden, yet unmistakable fragrance, carrying a hint of bodily warmth—the kind that made your heart race and filled you with shame because you knew exactly what you were doing, and once you truly accepted it without reservation, you found yourself wanting more.
She really wanted to try again…
She really wanted to…
The next night before bed, this desire reached its peak. She brought it up with jiejie again, and sure enough, Fu Yunqing was still very embarrassed and tried to refuse her, but worn down by Yu Yan’s persistent coaxing, she could only scold, “Have you really turned into a puppy?” before helplessly giving in. From then on, there was no stopping it.
Though Yu Yan’s technique improved considerably later on—she could bring jiejie to climax with just her hands—she still often felt the need to lick, otherwise something felt missing.
Just like… how she liked her chest.
SPACE LINE
October 23, 2022: 【Today while acting cute I couldn’t help calling her Mommy. She froze for a moment, and then I felt her gaze change. She scolded me once and turned away, refusing to look at me, but she held my hand so tight】—
It had been nearly two months since Yu Yan started dating Fu Yunqing. Two months of passionate romance—Fu Yunqing had come to occupy a large part of Yu Yan’s life, and her heart entirely. She never thought about other women anymore. She had cut off all her previous flirtatious connections, having no interest whatsoever, and not wanting to make jiejie sad. She realized that her feelings for her seemed more natural now, more solid.
She recognized that she was wholeheartedly devoted to loving one person.
And the more time they spent together, the more Yu Yan felt that compared to Yu Lan, that cold woman, Fu Yunqing was more like her mother.
A gentle, mature older woman—considerate, accommodating, attentive to every detail. In this relationship, she had taken on so much, carefully attending to her daily life and emotional shifts, giving her not only material things but also boundless energy and affection.
She praised her when she did well, recognizing her desire for approval, smiling at her softly and gently, patting her head and telling her she had grown up, asking about her poor sleep the night before and coaxing her to rest. She also caught her steadily when she was down and upset, soothing and guiding her, telling her it was okay, that she was right here by her side.
She always handled everything for her. That natural, caring presence—being with her was like lying on a steady cloud, comfortable and reassuring.
Of course, gentle as she was, she could also be strict. She had her own set of rules, and someone as mischievous as Yu Yan had been corrected by her quite a few times these past few months, usually over small everyday matters.
Her criticism was nothing like Yu Lan’s, whose words only provoked rebellion. Though she was equally strong-willed, her reasonableness and evident love only made you want to listen.
Fu Yunqing completely fulfilled every fantasy she had about a mother…
She had thought more than once that if Fu Yunqing ever had a child of her own, that child would probably be the happiest child in the entire world.
A child…
The person with Fu Yunqing right now was herself, and it would always be herself. Would they have children in the future?
Yu Yan hadn’t discussed these questions with her yet.
Did Fu Yunqing like children? Would she want them?
If she decided to have children someday, how would she feel?
Unwilling. No. Unacceptable—that was the first thought that surfaced in Yu Yan’s mind.
She didn’t like small children, and she didn’t want them taking away Fu Yunqing’s love.
She didn’t want anyone taking away Fu Yunqing’s love.
What did Fu Yunqing think about it?
This weekend, Yu Yan and Fu Yunqing were playing tennis with some of Fu Yunqing’s friends. An outdoor court, bright afternoon sun—by late autumn, no matter how strong the sun, it wasn’t too hot. A perfect time.
Yu Yan was playing, and Fu Yunqing sat under a nearby shade canopy watching, chatting with her friends. Whenever they talked about Yu Yan, a faint smile always lingered around her eyes and brow.
All her friends knew she was married, and that she had turned her arranged marriage into a real romance. Even her reasons for declining dinner invitations had become “I need to spend time with my wife.”
Everyone who heard couldn’t help but marvel—Yunqing had been single for so long, only to fall for a girl a full ten years younger.
But once they met the girl in person, they understood. She was no ordinary cutie.
Youthful and vibrant, sweet and lively, very polite, composed, and quick to smile—clearly a child who had seen plenty of the world. Her eyes were beautiful, and when she smiled, there was a hint of slyness to them. She probably knew she was pretty and adorable, and she knew how to use it—fascinating at first glance.
Being pampered and knowing her own beauty didn’t make her an aloof, unapproachable young lady. She was instead extremely warm, friendly to everyone, with a magnetism that drew people in and made them want to watch her.
On top of that, she was very good at acting cute. Her coaxing would probably melt anyone—even an outsider watching from afar as she acted cute with Fu Yunqing couldn’t help but go soft, their lips curving into a smile.
Being captivated from across a distance was nothing unusual for her.
Yu Yan knew that right now her heart and eyes held only Fu-jiejie, and she couldn’t spare any more glances for other jiejies.
Yu Yan was tired from playing and jogged over to Fu Yunqing with her racket. Fu Yunqing greeted her with a smile, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed her the water. Yu Yan tilted her head back and gulped it down while Fu Yunqing wiped her sweaty cheeks and neck with a tissue.
Yu Yan’s skin was fair, and in the sunlight it looked even more so. The bluish veins on her neck lurked faintly beneath the skin, rising and falling with her breath. The way she sweated wasn’t ungraceful at all—her skin looked as if it were glazed with a soft, watery sheen, carrying an aura of vitality.
Yu Yan finished drinking, but Fu Yunqing was still wiping her sweat. She stood there obediently, staring at the jiejie who was carefully looking after her.
“Take a break.”
Finished wiping her down, Fu Yunqing wrapped an arm around her waist and seated her beside her. Yu Yan held her hand and looked at her face.
“Hm?”
Noticing her lingering gaze, Fu Yunqing cast her a puzzled, indulgent look.
“What is it?” Fu Yunqing brushed aside a strand of her hair, waiting for whatever mischief she was about to pull.
This time, Yu Yan couldn’t hold back. She called out involuntarily, “Mommy.”
Fu Yunqing froze. It took her a long moment to realize she was being addressed.
“Mommy~” Yu Yan leaned closer and called again softly.
She didn’t know whether the people beside them had heard.
Fu Yunqing’s eyes shifted slightly.
“Don’t call me that.”
She scolded softly, turning her face away somewhat stiffly, as if focusing on the tennis match. But Yu Yan could clearly sense her distraction, could feel how tightly, how very tightly she was squeezing her hand.
Yu Yan sensed keenly that Fu-jiejie seemed to have been struck, just a little.
…
Before long, Yu Yan faced her first separation since starting her relationship with Fu Yunqing.
Fu Yunqing had to go out of town for an academic conference. She said it would be three or four days before she could come back.
At first, Yu Yan was reluctant to part, but the feeling wasn’t too intense. She could even smile and say bye-bye to jiejie before leaving the house in the morning.
The day went on as usual at school, but when evening came and she returned home to find herself all alone, she suddenly couldn’t bear it.
Longing, like floodwater building behind a dam, burst through the moment she came home and couldn’t see Fu Yunqing, drowning her completely.
She kept sending Fu Yunqing messages, but how could chatting through a screen relieve her longing? Fu Yunqing told her to go to bed early, but she couldn’t sleep at all. She broke down on Weibo, writing—
December 20, 2022, 23:15: 【Ah, why does fyq have to go out of town for a conference? I miss her so much, 55551, I can’t live without my wife!】
She missed her, missed her, really missed her so much.
The next evening during their video call, looking at the woman on the screen who still had two days before she could return to her side, Yu Yan was sad and aggrieved. She lay on the bed, revealing a pair of red-rimmed eyes, so pitiful that tears were about to spill.
Fu Yunqing had been coaxing her for a long time. Now she looked at her, helpless and amused. The two of them gazed at each other in silence, and suddenly, Yu Yan called out softly, “Mommy.”
Fu Yunqing startled.
Looking at her eyes, her heart seemed to melt into a puddle. She wanted to reach out and pat her head but realized she couldn’t. She hesitated, words caught in her throat.
Right now, faced with this Yanyan, she couldn’t bring herself to say “Don’t call me that” again.
“Be good,” she said, helpless, coaxing her softly.
She had accepted something from her, yet she was the one who felt intensely satisfied.
Yu Yan stared at her for a long moment, then said, “Love Mommy so much.”
She nuzzled the blanket with her cheek and continued, “Love… Mommy so much.”
“…”
A little later, Yu Yan hung up the call.
Knowing she had gotten to Fu Yunqing, she felt rather smug. Satisfied and content, she closed her eyes to sleep, lips curving up as she drifted off quickly.
The next morning, she vaguely heard the sound of a door opening. She groggily opened her eyes and saw another woman sitting on the edge of her bed by her legs. She was a little dazed.
“Baby.”
It was Fu Yunqing’s voice coming from above. Yu Yan raised her gaze blearily, saw the familiar face, and froze, thinking she must be dreaming.
“You…”
It really was Fu-jiejie…
She propped herself up excitedly. “How—how are you back?”
Fu Yunqing smiled, supporting the back of her neck. “Are you not happy I’m back?”
“Happy, mm—”
Before she could finish, Fu Yunqing leaned down and kissed her.
She was a bit demanding, sucking on her lips, her tongue teasing Yu Yan’s, claiming her mouth. Yu Yan had been soft to begin with from just waking up, and after this, she had no strength left at all.
“Mm…”
“Baby…”
Fu Yunqing laid her back on the pillow and pressed her down, kissing her for a long, long time.
Wasn’t she supposed to come back tomorrow?
Why?
Was it because of last night?
Yu Yan thought groggily, Fu Yunqing really did like being called Mommy…
The author has something to say:
Such a tender memory, and yet in reality, she’s currently being scolded.
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