On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 28

The Best of Both Worlds

I miss Honey so much, and I miss you especially.

In her dream, she was wrapped in Fu Yunqing’s arms. She didn’t know the season, didn’t know day from night. Fu Yunqing’s body was slender, but her arms held her tight, bringing an impenetrable sense of safety; her palm was warm, the heat seeping through the thin sleepwear to warm the skin at Yu Yan’s waist; she smelled wonderful, a rich, warm fragrance that made everything feel comfortable; her breathing was even and steady, carrying the patience of someone older, and she kissed Yu Yan’s forehead tenderly, listening to her complain.

            

Yu Yan didn’t know why her heart had started racing again. She couldn’t quite catch her breath. She clutched her quilt tightly, desperate to return to the dream.

She couldn’t take it anymore…

Last night, Yu Yan had felt an impulse. Riding that wave of emptiness from returning to reality, she couldn’t stand it—she found Ran Ling’s WeChat and sent her a message: 【Is Ran-jiejie awake yet?】

            

It was a little past eight in the morning. Yu Yan hadn’t slept until five or six, but despite the dark circles under her eyes, she didn’t feel sleepy at all.

Ran-jiejie: 【What’s wrong?】

Yu Yan: 【Could you send me Fu-jiejie’s WeChat?】

            

Yu Yan: 【Little cat expecting.jpg.】

Ran Ling: 【What do you need her WeChat for?】

Yu Yan: 【Something very important!】

            

Ran Ling stopped replying.

Was she going to ask Fu-jiejie’s permission? Yu Yan felt a bit anxious. She knew this was presumptuous of her, completely out of nowhere.

But whenever she thought about how Fu Yunqing might have already moved on and started a new life, or might have truly decided she didn’t want her anymore, Yu Yan’s chest felt tight.

            

A decent ex should stay dead and not bother anyone—and she was the one who dumped her… but Yu Yan really missed her.

No. She couldn’t. She absolutely couldn’t let herself be abandoned like this.

About half an hour later, Ran-jiejie: 【Contact Card】

            

Yu Yan’s eyes lit up.

Ran-jiejie: 【Whether you can add her or not is up to you now.】

Yu Yan: 【Thank you, Ran-jiejie! Ran-jiejie, good morning, good afternoon, be happy every day~】

            

After thanking her, Yu Yan quickly tapped into Fu Yunqing’s contact card. Her avatar was an oil painting of snow-capped mountains, and her WeChat name was simply “Fu Yunqing”—exactly the same as three years ago, only the avatar had changed.

She was wondering how to word her friend request when Lu Yu pushed open the door. She’d meant to open the window for some fresh air, but seeing Yu Yan sitting on the bed in a mess, playing on her phone, she was surprised. “Huh? Why are you up so early?”

Yu Yan said, “Scared awake.”

            

Lu Yu went “Ah,” pushing the window open to let the fresh post-rain air flow in. “What kind of nightmare?”

“I dreamed Fu-jiejie didn’t want me anymore.”

Lu Yu: “…”

            

Fu-jiejie again.

Lu Yu glanced at her phone. Seeing the name on the homepage, she knew exactly what Yu Yan was planning. “Where did you get her WeChat?”

Yu Yan didn’t look up: “Asked the proprietress of hear for it.”

            

Lu Yu was impressed by her in every possible way. “…You’re really going to add her? What for?”

Yu Yan went quiet for a moment, then suddenly put down her phone and said seriously to her, “Lu Yu, this is a solution that works for everyone.”

“What?”

            

Yu Yan said with a straight face, “First, she and I were so in love before. How could we just let it end without understanding why? Why should our relationship bear the consequences of that old witch Yu Lan’s mistakes? I think I still love her. I even dreamed about her this morning. When I woke up and couldn’t see her, I wanted to cry, you know? I’m so sad. I used to be so happy.” As she spoke, Yu Yan’s nose actually started to sting, and a flush of red appeared in her eyes.

Lu Yu was actually a bit moved: “…And the second reason?”

“The second reason…” Yu Yan raised an eyebrow and said, “She’s the super rich lady I’ve been looking for!”

            

Those people sending gifts in her livestream, the ones messaging her wanting to be her sugar mommy—none of them could compare to Fu Yunqing’s wealth. The Fu Corporation had assets in the billions. Could she even imagine how much family wealth she stood to inherit? Gentle, considerate, generous, beautiful, and completely devoted and sincere—you couldn’t find a more heavenly dish¹ in all of Yuncheng.

If she could reconcile with her, Yu Yan could immediately move out of this old, broken, small place² and go back to the life of a second-generation heiress where all she had to do was act cute and she’d get diamonds and bags and everything, blowing money on yachts and bragging in sports cars. Why would she need to work so hard at livestreaming, trying to please women for their approval?

She’d only need to please Fu-jiejie.

            

Just imagining it, a smile was already spreading across her face.

This was what her life was supposed to be like. She was just taking back what belonged to her.

“You’re so Di³, Yu Yan. And here I was worried about your state…” So everything before was just setup—this was the main point. Three years ago, Young Miss Yu could be so thoughtless it left people dumbfounded. Lu Yu didn’t dare stand in the way of her path to wealth, so she let her be.

            

So Yu Yan sincerely sent Fu Yunqing a friend request: 【I miss Honey so much, and I miss you especially, especially much. Can you approve my friend request? Pretty please?】

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Yu Yan waited a long time, but Fu Yunqing never approved the request.

She knew this was presumptuous. To anyone else, it might even seem a bit pathetic. But none of them could understand how Yu Yan felt.

            

Even Fu Yunqing couldn’t.

It was morning. Fu Yunqing was definitely awake. She would definitely see the friend request, but she just wouldn’t agree—just like that night when she’d ignored Yu Yan when she was drunk. Would Yu Yan feel a little discouraged? She did feel like crying a little. But it didn’t matter—playing pitiful was what she was best at.

She edited a new friend request: 【Can’t I even see Honey? I really miss it.】

            

The child was both of theirs, after all. Honey’s name had been chosen by Yu Yan. Fu-jiejie wouldn’t deprive her of the right to even see the child, would she? She was so gentle and kind—surely she wouldn’t.

She waited a while longer. Yu Yan closed her eyes, trying to nap, but her mind kept churning and she couldn’t sleep. She got up, washed, and ate breakfast. Lu Yu went to work. Yu Yan waited and waited and waited, from morning until evening when Lu Yu came home after dinner, and Fu Yunqing still hadn’t approved her friend request.

“She’s definitely angry.”

            

Yu Yan had finished dinner, and those two friend requests had sunk like stones into the sea—not even a reply.

“So what do you say?”

“The first time I saw her that day, she was so fierce to me—definitely because she was angry. Angry that I dumped her and disappeared for so long, then out of nowhere asked to add her on WeChat. She must think I assume I can add her whenever I want, that I can take her or leave her, so she’s very angry.”

            

“At least you have some self-awareness,” Lu Yu commented. “So what now?”

“I don’t know… haven’t figured out a plan yet.” Yu Yan rested her chin on her hand, sighing.

Lu Yu: “What if she never agrees?”

            

Yu Yan: “…”

After some thought, Yu Yan said: “Then I’ll go find her.”

Was Fu Yunqing someone Yu Yan could see just because she wanted to?

            

Of course.

Although Fu Yunqing was Old Madame Fu’s eldest grandchild, the undisputed heir to the Fu Corporation, she didn’t actually work at the Fu Corporation. Besides teaching at Yuncheng Drama Academy, she also ran an antique shop and many other businesses.

The good thing was, she was a teacher at the school.

            

Yu Yan searched online. Three years ago, she’d still had the title of associate professor—now she’d actually been promoted to full professor. Finding out Teacher Fu’s class schedule was easy, too. She was famous. Yu Yan just had to slip into one of the school’s exchange groups and ask around, and she could find out Teacher Fu’s recent teaching schedule.

“History of Ancient Musical Instruments, Friday afternoon at four, Building h, Room a501.”

“That fast?” Lu Yu was surprised.

            

“Of course. My execution is unmatched, isn’t it?”

“Can you even get into their school?”

“Heard it’s open access.”

            

“Alright…”

So for the next two days, Yu Yan gave up livestreaming. She didn’t manage her account at all, putting all her focus into going to see Fu Yunqing.

She understood that no matter how well she managed her account, no matter how many tips she earned, it couldn’t compare to making Fu-jiejie smile.

            

Friday afternoon, she successfully snuck into Yuncheng Drama Academy. The campus was huge—Building h was a whole kilometer from the main gate. A lot of students rode electric scooters on campus, but she didn’t have one and couldn’t ride one anyway, so she had to walk. Fortunately, it was overcast today, cool with no sun—otherwise she couldn’t have stood it.

Even so, watching students on electric scooters pass her one by one, Yu Yan several times held back the urge to ask, “Jiejie, can you give me a ride?”

Afraid Teacher Fu’s class would be packed and she wouldn’t get a seat, Yu Yan arrived twenty minutes early. Surprisingly, some people were even earlier than her—and quite a few of them. Yu Yan couldn’t understand it. When she was in school, even for the most beautiful teachers, she could barely arrive on time. Being late was normal.

            

She chose a seat in the middle, making sure Fu Yunqing would definitely see her.

Ten minutes before class, students started arriving one by one. They were all women. Yu Yan blended in naturally. Academy-style blazer with a pleated skirt and stockings, smooth black hair falling loose, neat bangs that made her look well-behaved, a small Japanese-style shoulder bag—she looked completely like a fresh, pretty college student. No one would suspect she was an unemployed outsider. She even looked a couple of years younger than the actual juniors here.

The seats around her filled up one by one. A girl sat down next to her. The girl set out her textbook, sized Yu Yan up, noticed she was beautiful but unfamiliar, and whispered, “Classmate, which class are you from? I haven’t seen you before.”

            

“Oh, I’m a substitute.” Yu Yan had no textbook—just a notebook and a pen.

The girl: “Huh? A substitute? Teacher Fu doesn’t take attendance. Why would you need a substitute?”

Huh? Teacher Fu didn’t take attendance? What a beautiful, generous teacher. Seeing Yu Yan didn’t respond, she figured it out. “Oh~ You’re auditing.”

            

Yu Yan smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

The girl was friendly, bored before class, and kept chatting: “What department are you from? Do you like Teacher Fu too?”

Yu Yan: “I like her. I like her a lot.”

            

“I like her a lot too. She lectures really well, and she’s so gentle. She seems cold, but she actually jokes around with us.”

Yu Yan knew that. Of course she knew. No one knew better than her. “So, is anyone pursuing her?”

“Definitely.”

            

“Who?”

“A lot of them. But in real life, someone who’s openly pursuing her—I know there’s one in our class. Look, right there.” She pointed to a girl with a high ponytail in the front row. Yu Yan vaguely remembered she’d been sitting there when she first came in. No wonder.

“Since Teacher Fu was married to a woman, her sexual orientation is completely transparent. A lot of women are interested. There’s also a female teacher from the Dance Academy—I heard she’s pursuing Teacher Fu too.”

            

“Does Teacher Fu like her?”

“I don’t know about that, but they seem pretty close.”

“Oh…” Yu Yan asked, “What about you?”

            

“Me?” The girl froze. “Me what?”

“Do you like Teacher Fu?”

“M-me-me-me—” Yu Yan had asked too directly, too boldly. The girl stammered, trying to find words. “I like her, but not that kind of like. I like playing games. I like paper people⁴.”

            

“Oh~” Yu Yan laughed. “That’s good.”

“Hm? Why is it good that I don’t like Teacher Fu?”

Yu Yan leaned closer and whispered, “Because I’m going to pursue Teacher Fu too.”

            

The girl jumped, stunned: “…You?”

“Mm-hm?”

“Seriously?”

            

“Why? You think I don’t have a chance?”

“No, no, it’s just…” The girl hadn’t finished her sentence when the classroom suddenly went quiet. She turned to look and saw the teacher had arrived. She quickly warned Yu Yan: “Teacher, teacher!”

Yu Yan’s heart gave a jolt. She turned—

            

The class bell rang. A tall woman entered through the front door, her steps light and quick. Her ink-black hair, reaching to her waist, was pinned up at the back. She wore a long black trench coat over a black midi skirt and a V-neck blouse.

Her presence was elegant, composed. Beneath her thin eyelids was a faint coolness, an aloofness like someone stepping out of snow, yet at the same time she carried a warmth as she looked steadily at her students.

In this moment, Yu Yan could understand everyone who had a crush on her. Her perfect, older appearance would give so many female students so many fantasies—even Yu Yan herself. Whatever complaints she’d had about Fu Yunqing before vanished the moment she saw how beautiful she was.

            

Yu Yan no longer wanted to doubt the authenticity of her love for Fu Yunqing. Now her mind was full of moments from when she and Fu Yunqing were together—whether the photos from those relationship records on Weibo, or the memories clearly etched in Yu Yan’s own mind of the time she actually spent with Fu Yunqing. She thought of how she used to lie on Fu Yunqing’s lap, having her hair stroked—by the woman now walking toward the podium.

Fu Yunqing’s gaze swept naturally and calmly across every face in the seats, until it met Yu Yan’s eyes—

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