On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 13
by Little PandaFace Pressed Against Her Thigh
Fu Yunqing thought to herself that she was enjoying this.
Yu Lan was Yu Yan’s biological mother. In terms of reason and emotion, Fu Yunqing had already done what she should; it was time for her to leave.
She rarely overstepped her boundaries, but she was defenseless against someone needing her this intensely. Ultimately, she stood protectively in front of Yu Yan and said to Yu Lan, “Chairman Yu, go back and rest. I will take care of Yanyan tonight.”
Yu Lan nodded. “Alright. She is quite clingy with you. I’ve scolded her so much that she doesn’t even want to be in the same room as me. If I say a couple of words to her, who knows how she’s cursing me out in her head.”
Fu Yunqing smiled faintly. “How could she?”
Yu Lan left the room.
After closing the door, she stood still before the heavy wooden door, seemingly pondering something.
“Ms. Yu, do you have any instructions?” the servant who had followed her out spoke up to ask upon seeing her like this.
“It’s nothing.” Yu Lan shook her head, turned, and walked away.
She was certainly not worried about whether Fu Yunqing could take good care of her daughter.
She was surprised by Fu Yunqing’s attitude toward Yu Yan.
She wasn’t too familiar with Fu Yunqing. By her calculations, Fu Yunqing was only fourteen years younger than her. In her dealings with others, she always maintained an air as placid as a chrysanthemum1—polite, well-behaved, and knowing exactly when to stop. For such a cold person… Yu Yan’s ability to endear herself to others was truly too much.
Of course. Yu Lan’s lips curled up. It wasn’t exactly a bad thing, either.
Yu Lan always said Yu Yan wasn’t a good girl, but in truth, making her behave was very easy.
Take right now, for example, with someone as gentle as Fu Yunqing—
The moment Yu Lan pulled the door shut, the daughter who hadn’t made a single sound in front of her mother immediately let out a whimper before Fu Yunqing. She reached out to wrap her arms around Fu Yunqing’s neck, nuzzling into her embrace.
Hugging was no longer a strange or unfamiliar occurrence between them.
Fu Yunqing knew what she was feeling wronged about; she knew without needing to be told. She figured that being scolded while already this sick was simply too pitiful.
So, she caught her. One hand rested loosely on Yu Yan’s waist, while the other stroked her head. “There, there.”
Whether Fu Yunqing’s gentleness had magnified her sense of grievance, or if being sick had made her overly sensitive, or if she purely wanted to make Fu Yunqing feel more heartache for her, or perhaps her red, swollen eyes from the cold were just prone to shedding tears—Yu Yan actually started crying. Hot tears rolled from her eyes. Yu Yan wiped them away with the back of her hand, leaving a messy trail of wetness. Feeling a little embarrassed, she tried to hold back the remaining tears, her brows scrunched tightly together.
Fu Yunqing saw this. She pulled a tissue from the box and lowered her head, gently dabbing away the remaining tears little by little.
Heartache spread through her in dense, overwhelming waves. It happened so naturally, yet felt so foreign.
“Don’t cry. It’s fine. It’s alright.”
In truth, Fu Yunqing wasn’t very good at comforting people, nor was she used to being this close to anyone. Or rather, she had never been this close to anyone before. Yu Yan was special. From the very beginning, she had barged into her line of sight in a thoroughly unexpected and unique way. She made Fu Yunqing feel that she was cute and interesting, making things between them—since who knew when—very subtle and highly ambiguous.
Fu Yunqing thought to herself that she enjoyed the affection and reliance Yu Yan openly displayed toward her.
Just like holding her right now.
And so, Fu Yunqing couldn’t resist stroking her head again. “Be good.”
She didn’t really know if this would stop Yu Yan’s tears. If it couldn’t, what should she do then?
She felt like she should think of a way.
Yu Yan muttered softly, her voice muffled, “I didn’t want to cry.”
“Mm, you just felt too wronged,” Fu Yunqing echoed, playing along.
“All she does is scold me. It’s been like this since I was little. If I’m not sick, she yells at me, and when I am sick, she still yells at me. She’s never said a single nice thing to me, and she’s never coaxed me.”
It sounded truly terrible. How could a mother bear to treat her own child like this?
Fu Yunqing fell silent for a moment before saying softly, “Aren’t I coaxing you right now?”
Her tone was exactly that of coaxing Yu Yan. That faint hint of a smile, hovering on the edge of her voice, formed a lethal, teasing allure. The emotion in Yu Yan’s previously pitiful eyes instantly shifted.
I’m doomed. Her heart was racing. She was so excited, blushing so hard. She had truly been baited by Fu Yunqing into becoming a little puppy.
She turned her head, meeting Fu Yunqing’s downcast eyes directly. Yu Yan actually felt shy. Her breathing grew heavy, and she awkwardly buried her face into the crook of Fu Yunqing’s neck.
It was rare to see Yu Yan act shy. Fu Yunqing found it very amusing and continued, “I originally brought you some pudding, but I didn’t expect you to be so pitiful. You didn’t even get to eat it.”
Yu Yan: “…I want to eat it right now.”
Fu Yunqing: “No. You just took your medicine.”
She was rejected.
So strict.
Fu Yunqing had also just taken a shower. She was wearing a soft fabric nightgown, and the beige cardigan draped over her shoulders made her look incredibly gentle. Yu Yan truly, especially liked this type of woman; if she saw one on the street, she wouldn’t even be able to walk away. She had just used body wash. The fragrance clinging to her skin was much richer than her usual cold, aloof scent, especially around her neck.
She smells so good…
Yu Yan started to feel a bit unnatural again. She lowered her head near her collarbone, not daring to look at the deep cleavage and fullness wrapped beneath the fabric. Her gaze landed haphazardly on Fu Yunqing’s wrist, drawn to the deep green floating flower jade bracelet.
She grasped Fu Yunqing’s hand along with the bracelet, playing with it as she said, “Your bracelet is so pretty.”
“A friend gifted me a block of raw jade. I thought it looked nice when it was cut open, so I had a bracelet made,” Fu Yunqing said. “Do you want one too? I have a lot of good material back at my place.”
Yu Yan had no way of understanding just how many tens of millions the “good material” Fu Yunqing spoke of was actually worth. She merely felt that her Fu-jiejie was truly so wealthy. Faced with such a good thing, she answered softly, “I want one.”
“Alright, I’ll take you to pick one out when we get back. Go to sleep for now.”
Yu Yan lay back against the pillows. Fu Yunqing turned off the lights, leaving only a small, dim, yellow nightlight on. She propped herself up on the edge of the bed and helped Yu Yan adjust her slightly crooked fever patch. Yu Yan didn’t close her eyes. She looked at her. “Will jiejie sleep with me tonight?”
Both of them remembered their first night in Dublin, when a drunken Yu Yan had wanted to go to Fu Yunqing’s room to sleep with her. Yu Yan had gotten her wish now, making her feel a little bit smug.
Fu Yunqing didn’t stop her movements. “Mm-hmm. Didn’t I just tell your mother that?”
Hehe, who is this happy? Yu Yan smiled again, asking despite already knowing the answer: “Will you leave in the middle of the night?”
This question made her seem even clingier—was she not even going to let her leave after falling asleep? But the entire reason for her spoiled behavior was precisely because she knew Fu Yunqing would indulge her. Fu Yunqing could see Yu Yan’s smugness, and with the tolerance of an adult humoring a child, she gave her what she wanted. “I won’t. If I leave, what happens if your fever spikes again in the middle of the night?”
She moved quickly, covering Yu Yan’s eyes before she had a chance to open her mouth again. “Alright. Close your eyes.”
“…”
The girl’s long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes lightly tickled against her palm a few times before settling into stillness.
By the time Fu Yunqing pulled her hand away, she had obediently closed her eyes, peacefully and flawlessly slipping into dreamland.
It was a very subtle sensation.
Fu Yunqing didn’t sleep. She leaned against the headboard and found a book to read, reaching out every half hour to check Yu Yan’s forehead, pull up the blanket she had kicked off, and smooth out her hair.
Yu Yan slept very deeply. She was dreaming, occasionally letting out a few sleep-muffled murmurs from her throat. Her tone was very soft, carrying a vague tremor.
Every time she heard it, Fu Yunqing couldn’t quite find peace. She continuously pulled her gaze away from her book to look at her, curious about what she was dreaming about.
Yu Yan rolled over, pressing her face against the side of Fu Yunqing’s thigh through the fabric. Fu Yunqing knew this was an unconscious action. She recalled the image and sensation from that day when she had let her rest her head on her lap—it was very similar to right now, yet a little different.
Last time, Yu Yan hadn’t been asleep, merely drunk. Fu Yunqing admitted that letting her rest on her lap had indeed carried a bit of selfish desire to tease her.
But this time, it was Yu Yan actively clinging to her in her sleep. It made her subconsciously lighten her breathing, afraid that her heartbeat would give too much away and startle the little cat resting against her.
If she didn’t sleep comfortably, she would leave.
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