On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 111
by Little PandaThe Happy Life Before Divorce
Before Divorce 7
December 24, 2023: 【Made a mistake and got my butt spanked with a belt by fyq. While being spanked I called her Mommy, and she hit even harder!】
After the last time she sneaked out drinking and was dragged home by Fu Yunqing to have her palms struck with a belt, this was the second time Yu Yan was punished by Fu Yunqing—this time because she got into a car accident and was hauled to the police station.
The driver was a friend of a friend. The person said they’d give her a ride home and go for a spin along the way, but who knew they’d get more and more carried away as they drove, speeding and nearly rear-ending a minivan. They swerved at the last second, dodging disaster by crashing into the green belt instead. No one was injured, but traffic police happened to be on duty right nearby, hauling all three students to the station for a strict lecture.
Yu Yan was terrified.
Just half a year ago she’d been in a car accident—also from riding in a friend’s car to go out—and it was serious enough to land her in the hospital. The concussion left her dizzy for days, and she’d worn a cast on her fractured arm for over a month, scaring Fu Yunqing half to death.
Though nothing happened this time, she was scared witless—scared that Fu Yunqing would be angry…
When asked for a parent’s phone number, she gave Fu Yunqing’s without hesitation but with plenty of trepidation, ears perked as the officer explained the situation over the phone. After the call, she asked, “What did my Wife say?”
The officer’s mouth twitched. “Your wife sounded quite worried. Said she’s coming right over.”
“…”
Yu Yan wanted to die.
That previous accident had been truly serious—not the severity of the injuries, but how genuinely traumatized Fu Yunqing was. Yu Yan lost consciousness on the spot and still vividly remembered waking up to see Fu-jiejie looking at her with red-rimmed eyes, so undone, so disheveled, asking in a trembling voice if it hurt, saying sorry in a trembling voice, blaming herself for not taking good care of Yanyan.
How could it have been her fault? She took all the blame on herself because her heart ached too much, because she loved Yu Yan too much.
Yu Yan clearly remembered how she’d felt in that moment. In the days that followed, Fu-jiejie seemed to have developed separation anxiety. Whenever Yu Yan went out, she worried about her safety. She knew many of Yu Yan’s friends were carefree, flashy second-generation rich kids who drove with no regard for safety, so she told her never to ride in anyone’s car and had Dan Lin handle all her transportation.
Yu Yan knew all of this. Yu Yan had promised her she wouldn’t make her worry again.
Why couldn’t she learn?
Today was Christmas Eve. She’d planned to head home early to spend the holiday with jiejie. A friend in their group happened to have someone picking them up, saying they’d drop her off on the way. She didn’t think twice and got in the car, completely forgetting Fu Yunqing’s warning.
She didn’t know the driver’s personality at all, never expected the person to get so reckless behind the wheel. By the time she noticed the speeding, it was already too late to stop them.
And just like that, they crashed…
Thankfully they hadn’t hit anyone. Thankfully she wasn’t hurt. Otherwise Yu Yan didn’t dare imagine…
The more Yu Yan thought about it, the more panicked she grew. She waited anxiously in the station for twenty minutes before a tall, elegant figure appeared at the entrance and, guided by the officer, made her way to the lounge. Yu Yan sat in a chair and watched her stride toward her. Her heart leapt to her throat, every inch the child who’d done something wrong.
Fu Yunqing stopped in front of her, grabbed her arm without a word and pulled her to her feet, frowning as she looked her up and down. “Where are you hurt?” she asked coldly.
“Nowhere, nowhere, I’m not hurt anywhere.” Yu Yan rushed to tell her. “Not a single thing happened—just my phone got knocked out of my hand. Jiejie, I’m really fine. Don’t be angry…”
She knew she’d be angry too, didn’t she?
Fu Yunqing studied her eyes—worry and fury she couldn’t hide. After confirming she hadn’t a scratch on her, she let go and coldly turned her gaze to the other two young people standing nearby.
She was done for.
Yu Yan’s stomach dropped. This reaction meant Fu-jiejie was absolutely furious.
Though Yu Yan hadn’t been the one driving, the officer made a point of lecturing her too. Fu Yunqing stood to the side without saying a word the entire time. After the lecture, they let her go. Fu Yunqing walked briskly ahead while Yu Yan jogged to keep up. Fu Yunqing had her arms crossed—Yu Yan couldn’t even hold her hand.
On the way home, Fu Yunqing completely ignored her. No matter how Yu Yan explained, apologized, or pleaded, she shut it all out.
Yu Yan only knew this silence was torture. She had no idea what Fu Yunqing had carefully prepared for tonight’s Christmas Eve. She didn’t find out until they got home—
The apartment that had looked perfectly normal when she left this morning had been transformed into a Christmas wonderland—streamers, decorations everywhere, and a plump Christmas tree loaded with gifts!
This was Fu-jiejie’s surprise for her…
Jiejie had…
Yu Yan stood frozen for a long time. When she turned her head, Fu Yunqing had already gone into the bathroom. She chased after her on instinct, but the door closed and the lock clicked.
“…”
A sour ache welled up in her chest. She couldn’t stop looking around the room—the bedsheets, pillows, and carpet all replaced with red Christmas designs. A fireplace stood by the corner of the bed, its virtual flames flickering. That tall, gorgeous Christmas tree hung heavy with gifts. The room lights were off; the tree and the firelight glowed warm and golden, making everything look especially cozy.
In the depths of that cold winter night, the freezing wind howled outside—only home was the warmest place.
But this warmth didn’t ease her anxiety at all. Instead, it only made her ache with guilt—she’d ruined the Christmas surprise Fu Yunqing had prepared for her.
She’d terrified Fu-jiejie. She’d made her so angry. Her good mood—all ruined.
What would it take for jiejie to feel better? Yu Yan thought anxiously. Getting her palms struck like last time?
If being hit was what it took, so be it. As long as jiejie would talk to her again, she’d be willing to be hit anywhere.
As long as jiejie would forgive her, she’d do anything.
Yu Yan crouched outside the bathroom, waiting and waiting. Half an hour passed. The longer she waited, the more panicked she grew, the more miserable, the more guilty. When Fu Yunqing finally came out and still ignored her, she couldn’t take it anymore—she threw herself at her.
She clung to her tightly. “Jiejie…”
She lowered her eyes, hurt and wronged, pressing her face into Fu Yunqing’s neck. “I was really wrong. I’ll never ride in anyone else’s car again. Please don’t ignore me.”
Fu Yunqing hadn’t had an easy day either.
Work had been overwhelming. Despite that, she’d prepared gifts, composed herself, and waited for Yu Yan to come home—wanting to surprise her, wanting to spend every holiday together properly.
She never expected what she got instead: a call that Yu Yan had been in a car accident and was at the police station.
A car accident? What kind of accident? Was she all right? Where was she hurt? The moment she took the call, Fu Yunqing was so frantic she nearly collapsed.
Turned out she’d been racing around with a friend.
Not hurt anywhere, not injured, perfectly fine—talking, laughing, bouncing around.
The nerves that had seized Fu Yunqing finally released in a breath of relief.
But Yu Yan couldn’t begin to understand what she’d felt.
In one ear and out the other. Had Yu Yan not grasped the seriousness at all? They’d nearly crashed. What if they actually had?
What if something had really happened—like last time, or worse?
Why did Yu Yan take it so lightly? How could she understand that her body didn’t belong to her alone?
Fu Yunqing pushed her away. “Haven’t I told you time and again not to ride in your friends’ cars? You clearly have a driver.”
“Have you forgotten last time? Wasn’t last time miserable enough? Why are you so disobedient?”
“I just… I just…” Yu Yan knew she was genuinely furious, so she dropped the excuses and said sincerely, “I know I was wrong.”
“You always say you know you were wrong.”
“But you always forget.”
“This time I really know I was wrong!” Yu Yan grasped her wrist, pleading. “It’s all my fault, I never learn. I’ll absolutely never do it again. Punish me however you want, just don’t be angry…”
“Don’t… don’t abandon me…”
Yu Yan was still quite calculating—escalating straight to the fear that Fu Yunqing would find her too disobedient and divorce her. Tears welled up, and she looked at her with those wet, crying eyes, knowing Fu-jiejie would inevitably soften at the sight.
Fu Yunqing was so angry she didn’t know what to say. She took a deep breath and said with a cold face, “What’s the point of keeping you around?”
“Keep you around to anger me to death?”
Yu Yan knew she was speaking out of anger. As long as jiejie was willing to talk to her, she’d accept whatever she said. As if seeing a glimmer of hope, she ran to the closet, found the same belt Fu Yunqing had used to strike her palms last time, and pressed it into her hands. Eyes brimming with tears, she looked at her and said, “Jiejie, hit me. I was disobedient so I deserve to be hit. As long as it makes you feel better, you can hit me anywhere.”
Yu Yan had expected that Fu Yunqing would actually hit her, but she figured it’d be her palms at most, like last time. She was already about to offer her hand—until Fu Yunqing said, “Go lie facedown on the bed.”
Yu Yan froze for a moment, her tears stopping.
Lie facedown on the bed? Was Fu-jiejie going to… to have anger sex with her?
Fu Yunqing swatted her once with the folded belt and said coldly, “Go lie facedown on the bed. Pull your pants down yourself and bare your ass.”
The author has something to say:
I wanted to finish writing this passage, but I’m a bit too sleepy. Sorry, everyone—I’ll definitely post more tomorrow.
You can revisit Chapter 48 for Yanyan’s first punishment!
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