On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 24

Didn’t Click, I Guess

She didn’t want me anymore, I guess.

Seven or eight of the ten bottles on the table were already open. University students these days could really hold their liquor. Yu Yan returned to her seat, and Jiang Xuan took the initiative to pour her a full glass, asking as she did, “Hey, what exactly is your relationship with them? You went over specially to say hello. Didn’t you only come to hear for the first time last time? I’ve been coming for over a year and never got that kind of treatment.”

            

Yu Yan took a sullen sip and answered, “Oh, that friend of theirs is someone I used to know.”

“Someone you used to know?” Jiang Xuan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Fu Yunqing. Fu Yunqing was decked out in designer brands from head to toe — even an amateur like her could tell the bracelet on her wrist was worth millions. Add to that her refined, elegant bearing, and she was clearly from Yuncheng’s upper class, probably some family’s heiress. How could she have any connection to Yu Yan?

Though Yu Yan didn’t look shabby either — clearly raised with money — but given how tight things were when they tried to share a table last time, she should be in the same boat as her, a regular person, right?

            

“What kind of acquaintance? A senior from your university?” The only connection Jiang Xuan could think of was that they might have attended the same university.

“No.”

“Then what?”

            

Yu Yan said coldly, “Ex-wife.”

Everyone: “???”

“You were married?” Shen Anhe set down her wineglass in surprise.

            

“Mm-hm.” Yu Yan downed a mouthful of wine and said with a casual air, “I was.”

“You… what year were you born?” Shen Anhe had to start considering the possibility that Yu Yan’s earlier comment about “maybe jiejie just looks young” might be true.

“I’m post-00s¹.”

            

“Post-00s… you…” Shen Anhe said, “When did you marry her?”

Yu Yan: “Three years ago.”

“You…” Shen Anhe did the math. “You got married at twenty?”

            

“…”

Yu Yan was getting a bit annoyed by all the questions. She downed a whole glass in one go, and her fair skin flushed from the alcohol. She gave a cold laugh, her gaze slightly hazy as she looked at her. “Does jiejie mind that I’m divorced?”

Shen Anhe paused, stunned by that expression. Sensing her displeasure, her tone softened. “I don’t mind.”

            

“Just a bit surprised.”

“Then… why did you divorce?” Jiang Xuan asked, both curious and gossipy, seeing she was serious.

“Don’t know. Just… she didn’t want me anymore, I guess.” Yu Yan tilted her head to look at the beauty singing her heart out on stage, speaking with a hint of complaint.

            

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At eleven o’clock at night, Lu Yu messaged to ask if Yu Yan was finishing up. By now, those university students were already drunk and just getting into the swing of things — they wouldn’t be leaving until two or three in the morning. But Yu Yan wasn’t in the mood anymore. She was half-drunk, but her eyes could still read clearly. She lowered her head and typed back: 【Heading back soon】

Lu Yu: 【Okay】

Lu Yu: 【I’ll call a car for you】

            

Yu Yan: 【Finger heart.jpg²】

“Leaving already? The night’s just getting started. Didn’t you have a good time last time?” Yu Yan made up some excuse to leave. Jiang Xuan, thoroughly drunk, draped an arm around her friend’s shoulder and tried to keep her there as usual. Yu Yan said, “My friend’s waiting for me at home. If I don’t go back, she won’t be able to sleep from worrying.”

“Oh~” Jiang Xuan nodded and magnanimously let her go. “Next time, bring her along.”

            

Yu Yan grabbed her bag and stood up, instinctively glancing in the direction of Ran Ling and the others. They were still there, and Fu Yunqing was still there too. Yu Yan didn’t understand what kind of business they were discussing that required so much time. Ran Ling seemed to notice her gaze and waved through the bar’s dim blue light. Yu Yan also sent her a message: 【I’m heading home. See you next time, Ran-jiejie】

“I’ll walk you out.” Shen Anhe stood up as well. Yu Yan was about to refuse when Jiang Xuan said loudly, “Oh right, Shen-jie has a driver. It’s not safe for you to take a taxi. Let her give you a ride.”

Not wanting to embarrass her in front of everyone, Yu Yan didn’t say anything. “Let’s go,” Shen Anhe picked up her bag and walked out of the bar with her.

            

There had been sun during the day, and the autumn air was especially sharp at night. Everyone could feel winter coming. Looking at the orange streetlights glowing by the roadside, Yu Yan shrank her neck against a gust of cold wind, hugging her arms to her chest. An inexplicable sense of loss and loneliness welled up in her heart.

Last winter, she hadn’t spent it like this. In the past, she never would have felt this kind of dejection.

“Wait here a moment. I’ll have my driver bring the car around.”

            

Shen Anhe finished her call and moved closer. Her voice was clear — obviously she hadn’t had much to drink. Yu Yan had noticed in the bar that she’d focused all her energy on getting Yu Yan drunk. Her intentions were so obvious, yet she still put on this harmless, gentle older sister act.

Good thing Yu Yan remembered Lu Yu’s words — don’t drink too much. Good thing she wasn’t attracted to her.

“Cold? Let me give you my jacket.” Shen Anhe started to take off her thin blazer. Underneath, she was just wearing a navel-baring camisole — even more revealing than Yu Yan. If she wanted to show consideration, this wasn’t the way to do it. It was scary.

            

Yu Yan quickly said, “No need, you keep it. It’s not that cold, I just got hit by the cool wind. You don’t need to drive me, my friend already called a car for me. It’ll be here soon.”

That was a rejection. Shen Anhe looked a bit helpless and sighed softly as she gazed at Yu Yan’s profile. “You don’t seem to trust me.”

Yu Yan: “We’re not that close.”

            

She was so honest. Shen Anhe laughed. “You’re so frank.”

“You were calling me jiejie just now. How did that become ‘you’?”

Because we didn’t click, obviously. Did she have to ask? How awkward.

            

Yu Yan didn’t respond. Shen Anhe looked at the dark road ahead, exhaled, and then sighed. “I just think… you seem a bit pitiful.”

Pitiful?

Why would she think Yu Yan was pitiful? Yu Yan turned to look at her in confusion and saw that fake gentle expression that was actually condescending — like she was pitying a small animal.

            

With the disdain of someone in a superior position, it made Yu Yan a bit annoyed.

“Ever since you came back from saying hello to them, you haven’t looked happy.” Shen Anhe was taller than her, and in heels too. She had to look down at Yu Yan. She really was beautiful — slender face, high nose bridge, fox eyes full of tenderness. She definitely had the assets to be a player³.

She could also say gentle, tender things: “When I heard you say she didn’t want you anymore, I thought you seemed like a kitten abandoned by the side of the road. So pitiful. I wanted to pet you.” Shen Anhe smiled.

            

“I wanted to take you home.”

God, Yu Yan didn’t know why, but she just wanted to sneer. “Can you afford to keep me?”

“Hmm? Didn’t Jiang Xuan tell you what I do? I think I could probably afford it.” She spoke more confidently now, in the domain she took pride in. “Would a hundred thousand a month in pocket money be enough for you?”

            

Heh.

Yu Yan thought she was some kind of major rich woman⁴.

Seeing Yu Yan’s disdain, Shen Anhe raised an eyebrow and added, “That’s just pocket money. Doesn’t include various gifts and rewards.”

            

“Oh, looks like my car’s here.” A business car approached. Yu Yan took two steps toward the street and pulled open the door, waving back at her. “Bye bye, rich jiejie.”

Shen Anhe frowned.

Just as she was about to turn and get in the car, Yu Yan seemed to catch a glimpse of Fu Yunqing’s figure not far behind Shen Anhe. Before she could confirm whether it was really her, the car door had already closed. She sat there in a daze, then turned to look out the window — it really was Fu Yunqing.

            

“Please confirm the last digits of your phone number.” The driver’s voice came from the front seat. Yu Yan came back to herself. “Oh, 7788.”

“Please fasten your seatbelt.”

Yu Yan pulled on her seatbelt and watched Fu Yunqing get into another car by the roadside.

            

So she was leaving too. Had given her a startle for no reason.

The car started moving. Yu Yan took out her phone to message Lu Yu that she’d gotten in. Lu Yu sent back an OK. Yu Yan was already dizzy from drinking, and playing on her phone would probably make her carsick. She closed her phone and rested her eyes, then opened them again to look out the window at the empty streets receding.

Seeing Fu Yunqing had put her in a bad mood to begin with, and then Shen Anhe had to call her pitiful. Now she felt even worse.

            

She didn’t know why she had such a strong aversion to Shen Anhe.

Clearly she’d been planning to find a rich woman to support her anyway. Why did she still hate that kind of strong ulterior motive so much? Would a rich woman who’d support her be some innocent, harmless good person? Maybe Shen Anhe was just too greasy. Yeah, that was it. Too greasy. Couldn’t stand it.

She returned home feeling depressed. The living room light was still on. Lu Yu was sitting on the sofa in pajamas, playing on her phone — obviously waiting for her. When she saw her come in, she yawned behind her hand. “How much did you drink?”

            

Yu Yan: “Not much. Don’t need you to take care of me. Go to sleep.”

It was almost midnight. Lu Yu had work tomorrow. Yu Yan remembered Lu Yu’s instructions and hadn’t gotten herself falling-down drunk so she’d have to take care of her.

Seeing her being so sensible, Lu Yu was actually relieved. “Good. Didn’t you learn how to make honey water last time?”

            

Yu Yan snorted. Like she wanted to learn.

She went back to her room to remove her makeup, found pajamas, and went into the bathroom to shower. The whole routine drained all of Yu Yan’s remaining energy. Her head was swimming badly, and she was too lazy to make herself any honey water. She pulled the hair tie from her long hair and tossed it on the desk, then flopped onto the bed.

She didn’t even pull up the covers. After lying there with her eyes closed for a while, her phone vibrated by her pillow. Yu Yan opened her eyes and picked it up. Ran Ling was asking if she’d gotten home safely.

            

Yu Yan replied that she was home, and after a couple of back-and-forth messages, they said goodnight. She didn’t know why, but even though she was sleepy and pretty drunk — if she closed her eyes she’d fall asleep right away without any insomnia — she just felt like something was missing. She didn’t want to sleep yet.

What was missing?

What else could be missing?

            

Yu Yan randomly opened Douyin. A bunch of unread messages she hadn’t seen. Not in the mood to look. She was about to go browse for pretty girls when she suddenly noticed something.

The ID at the very top of her message list was 【You Ruguo】.

Huh?

            

Yu Yan suddenly remembered that was the ID she’d chosen herself.

Wasn’t that the super rich woman from last time?

Yu Yan got interested and clicked to see what she’d sent. She’d only sent one sentence, fifteen minutes ago: 【Why didn’t you livestream today?】

            

Why didn’t you livestream today?

This jiejie was too cold. She only sent gifts in the livestream room and barely spoke. Yu Yan had waited all day for her message and thought she wasn’t interested. Turns out she was waiting for the livestream too.

Yu Yan was a bit happy — a satisfied feeling from successfully hooking someone. She was too lazy to type, so she pressed and held the voice button: “Were you waiting for me?” Whoosh, sent.

            

It showed read, but no reply.

Still so cold.

That’s fine. Compared to someone with too obvious an agenda, a cold woman was more interesting to her.

            

She smiled, pressed the voice button, and said in a pinched voice⁵, “I was thinking about you too.”

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