On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 69
by Little PandaHot Violence Does the Trick
She Has No Shortage of Ways to Seduce a Woman
Yu Yan was at a loss. The smile at the corners of her lips faded slightly, and she wanted to ask what was wrong. The next second, Fu Yunqing reached out and accepted the rose, lowered her head to breathe in its fragrance with evident appreciation, and said gently, “Thank you.”
Fu Yunqing was gentle as ever, as if what had just happened had been nothing but Yu Yan’s imagination.
Yu Yan blinked, pushing down the odd sensation in her chest. Under her gentle gaze, Yu Yan smiled brightly again, completely ungrudging. “You’re welcome~”
Fu Yunqing said, “Don’t run so fast next time. Be careful not to fall.”
Yu Yan coaxed, “Mm~ I won’t.”
Having done something so nice that it pleased the beauty, Yu Yan rather wanted to be praised for it—a hug, perhaps. She thought Teacher Fu looked especially soft today in a black dress beneath a loose apricot overcoat. Her complexion was cool and fair, yet the warmth she gave off was undeniable. She would look gentle in anything, and she smelled so good that Yu Yan wanted nothing more than to curl up against her.
This bad woman was all too good at hiding her own cruelty, putting on a mild, harmless act to trick her.
But there was no helping it. Yu Yan had already fallen for her seductions countless times; once more hardly mattered. A hug was just a hug. But remembering they were in a classroom, and not wanting to harm Teacher Fu’s reputation, Yu Yan restrained herself. She hadn’t expected Fu Yunqing to reach out and ruffle her hair, still insisting, “You must be careful. Falling would be very dangerous.”
Yu Yan was impossibly obedient. “Okay~ I got it.”
Fu Yunqing gathered her things. “Let’s go.”
The two of them ate at a restaurant and didn’t get home until after nine. Fu Yunqing drove, and Yu Yan sat in the passenger seat. The rose had been tucked behind the dashboard.
Yu Yan played a soothing song and hummed along, when a question suddenly popped into her head. “Before I lost my memory, I got my driver’s license. Now I’ve completely forgotten everything. Do I have to take the test again?”
Fu Yunqing kept her eyes on the road. “Mm. If you want to drive, you’ll have to relearn.”
Yu Yan let out an “oh.” “Then I’ll find time to relearn~”
“Mm?” Fu Yunqing glanced at her. “Do you want to drive?”
“Of course I do,” Yu Yan said. “I’d already learned it, and now I’ve forgotten. It feels so unfair.”
“Unfair?” Fu Yunqing laughed. “How is it unfair?”
“It’s very unfair! Before, when I could drive, couldn’t I pick you up from work and take you for drives all the time? And drive our sports car to take you out for a spin at night, right? Now I can’t do anything at all. My charm has definitely lost points in your eyes.”
Charm losing points?
Fu Yunqing was amused by her. “Talking nonsense again.”
“Really~” Yu Yan cared about this a lot, looking at her and pressing, “Didn’t I used to pick you up from work and take you for drives all the time?”
Under her expectant gaze, Fu Yunqing nodded. “Mm-hm.”
“Wow, then was I especially cool and charming?”
Fu Yunqing’s mind drifted back.
The day Yanyan got her license, Fu Yunqing had taken her to pick out a sports car she liked. She had been so flashy—the very next day she drove it rumbling onto campus to pick Fu Yunqing up from work. Fu Yunqing remembered that scene with absolute clarity: Yu Yan wore a leather jacket and sunglasses, leaning against the car. From far away, Fu Yunqing could see her grinning—eyes hidden behind the shades, only a pair of deep dimples and white teeth on display. When Fu Yunqing neared, Yu Yan waved and said, “Hello~ gorgeous.”
“Want a ride?”
So cocky, so try-hard, so completely over-the-top.
“Very badass.” Fu Yunqing nodded, giving Yu Yan the answer she wanted. That only stoked Yu Yan’s enthusiasm for driving; she declared she’d start lessons in a few days.
“Okay, I’ll arrange it for you. Once you’re certain you want to learn, let me know.” That “few days” might not come for ages. For all her enthusiasm now, she would likely forget by tomorrow. That was just how twenty-year-old Yanyan was—fickle by nature, with a short-lived enthusiasm for everything.
At this thought, a shadow crossed Fu Yunqing’s eyes. The leftover Tangerine Pear Tea sat in the cup holder, and she picked it up for a sip. Yu Yan noticed, her heart fluttering, and promptly reached out to poke her.
Fu Yunqing turned to look at her and found her staring.
“What is it?”
Yu Yan didn’t answer. She just stared at her with bright, gleaming eyes.
Fu Yunqing wanted to get to the bottom of it, but the red light was brief. Once it turned green, she had to drive on, and when she asked again, Yu Yan stayed silent.
When the next red light came, Yu Yan started reaching out to poke her again.
She poked Fu Yunqing’s arm. “What’s wrong?”
She still didn’t speak.
The light turned green again before long. Helpless, Fu Yunqing had no choice but to continue driving. Before turning back, she caught the triumphant smile on Yu Yan’s face.
Yu Yan decided that red lights were wonderful. They gave her time to exchange flirtatious glances with her wife. Red lights were wonderful. They let her tease the bad woman, and the bad woman couldn’t do a thing about it.
A few minutes later, at the next red light, Yu Yan prepared to make her move again. But the moment she reached out, Fu Yunqing caught her hand and held it.
The woman gently rubbed her hand and sighed. “Still so fond of making trouble.”
“Is it fun?”
Fu Yunqing had actually anticipated her move.
Yu Yan didn’t speak.
Yu Yan refused to accept defeat. She couldn’t just let herself be controlled so easily.
The two of them remained locked in this standoff. With five seconds left on the red light, Yu Yan suddenly squeezed her hand back, tugged her closer, leaned in, and kissed her cheek.
A loud, resounding mwah.
Fu Yunqing was slightly stunned.
“I wanted to kiss you, but I didn’t dare say it. I was afraid of distracting you. But once you held my hand, I couldn’t hold back anymore~” Yu Yan said in a cutesy voice.
Fu Yunqing lifted her gaze to look at her.
Yu Yan looked utterly innocent.
The light turned green. A car behind them honked.
Yu Yan had gotten away with it yet again.
Fu Yunqing squeezed her hand a little tighter, then let go. She turned away and focused on the road.
She was being too naughty. Jiejie seemed angry now, ignoring her.
Fu Yunqing remained very silent, but in the garage, in the elevator, and when they got inside and bent to change shoes—looking up to meet those downward-gazing eyes—at all these moments, Fu Yunqing’s gaze brought her an invisible sense of pressure. A dangerous pressure, the kind that made her feel she was about to be punished.
Yu Yan didn’t know how she could tell, but perhaps it was a subconscious reflex from before her amnesia. She had definitely been punished too often.
Yu Yan went upstairs to her room, Fu Yunqing following close behind. Lately it always seemed to be raining in Yuncheng. It didn’t thunder every time, but Yu Yan was a little coward, and the moment it rained she wanted Fu-jiejie to sleep beside her. Even when it wasn’t raining, she missed her so much she couldn’t sleep, always wanting to curl up in her arms, wanting to do bad things. She had sent her WeChat messages several times, dropping hints and outright begging her to come keep her company.
Fu-jiejie indulged her and came every time.
Later, Yu Yan had decided to subject her to hot violence1, clinging to her every waking moment. She had insisted on sleeping together every night, and now they had settled into a genuine state of cohabitation.
So it was only natural that Fu Yunqing followed her into the room.
But Yu Yan was especially nervous, her heart thundering in her chest. At the same time, there was also a tiny bit of anticipation and curiosity.
Images she couldn’t help began surfacing in her mind. She ducked her head and pressed her lips together, scooping up the kitten trailing at her heels to ease her rising desire.
She deliberately slowed her steps as she walked into the room, looking back at her.
“I’m a little tired. I’ll bathe first.” Fu Yunqing ignored her and walked straight toward the walk-in closet. “Play with Honey for a while.”
Yu Yan was stunned, watching her retreating figure. “Oh…”
Fu Yunqing had actually just gone into the bathroom like that—no hug, no kiss, no punishment, hardly a word.
Yu Yan was utterly shocked.
What was going on?
Why was she suddenly so cold?
Was she… actually angry?
Except for when she first pursued her, Yu Yan had almost never seen Fu Yunqing look angry.
How could she be angry?
When Fu Yunqing was angry, did she resort to cold violence2 and give the silent treatment?
But that wasn’t what Weibo said. When she was angry, she liked to use a belt. She clearly wasn’t the type to rely on cold violence.
Unless…
Yu Yan concluded that she must have been acting up3 too much in the car and annoyed her.
Could it be that her hot violence was actually working? Fu Yunqing was already starting to feel resistant toward her.
Yu Yan’s brows knitted together, her eyes brimming with unwillingness.
How could Fu Yunqing get tired of her so quickly?
For the first time, Young Miss Yu felt a deep sense of crisis.
Yu Yan stood up, paced anxiously around the room, sat back down, and paced again. The kitten trotted after her with its tail raised, convinced Yu Yan was about to open a can.
Before feeding it, she had to think of a way to seduce the woman once again.
Hot violence had to unfold on her terms; the Young Miss absolutely would not allow Fu Yunqing to unilaterally grow tired or annoyed with her.
She waited with gritted teeth for over half an hour before Fu Yunqing emerged from the bathroom in a nightgown. Yu Yan stared at her unblinkingly, clearly burning to speak.
Yu Yan’s emotions were written all over her face, but Fu Yunqing spoke in a mild, even voice: “It’s your turn to wash.”
It was almost ten now. Once she finished washing up, it would be nearly time for the bedtime Fu Yunqing had set for her.
“Oh.” Yu Yan responded calmly.
She walked into the closet and rifled through her sleepwear, bypassing the cute cartoon pajamas she usually wore in favor of something sexy. She was going to knock Fu Yunqing dead tonight.
She was gorgeous, beautiful, with a great figure to boot. Her cute look was already captivating enough; if she dressed a little sexier, she would surely leave the woman completely disoriented with infatuation.
Tired of her? She was the one who usually tired of other people, thank you very much. She had plenty of tricks for seducing women.
More importantly, she really did have quite a few sexy nightgowns in her wardrobe.
Looked like she’d certainly done her fair share of seducing Fu Yunqing in the past…
Soon Yu Yan found a white lace slip dress. The cut was excellent. Having made her choice, she slipped into the bathroom and took an extraordinarily thorough bath.
Afterward she lotioned up, spritzed on perfume, and fussed for almost an hour before emerging.
It was nearly eleven by the time she came out. Fu Yunqing was leaning back in bed reading, while the cat had already fallen asleep on the cat tree nearby.
The scene was incredibly cozy, warm and slow-paced.
Yu Yan walked over to the bed. She was supposed to sleep on the other side, but instead she stopped right beside Fu Yunqing. Fu Yunqing looked up at her.
Yu Yan had her hair pinned up; her bangs and the hair at her temples were damp, clinging to her face. The fabric of the white slip draped smoothly over her, her exposed skin flushed and glowing with warmth. Even her eyelashes were wet, and her eyes were clear and bright as she stood by the bed, looking down at Fu Yunqing.
Fu Yunqing set aside her book and reached out to her.
She lifted the covers. Guided by her hand, Yu Yan climbed onto the bed and sat on Fu Yunqing’s lap, lowering her thick, damp lashes to meet her gaze.
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Fu-jie: Dummy.
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Footnotes
- Modern internet slang playing on 'cold violence' (the silent treatment), referring to deliberate over-clinginess and smothering affection as reverse psychology.
- Cold violence (leng baoli) refers to emotional abuse through silence, withdrawal, and neglect.
- To behave in a high-maintenance, fussy, or drama-seeking way, often to test a partner's affection.
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