On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 94
by Little PandaSpanking
Fu Yunqing has a gift.
Returning to the hotel at one in the morning, they walked into the bedroom without even bothering to turn on the lights—neither could tell who had pinned whom against the wall—as they kissed with desperate urgency.
It was far more intense than at the beach. Breaths and the wet, sticky sounds of lips echoed through the room, continuing for a long time until oxygen was nearly depleted before they only just barely stopped, foreheads pressed together as they rested, lips still faintly touching, breathing into each other.
“Jiejie…” Yu Yan called out to her urgently, murmuring, “I’m so cold…”
“Hm?” Pinned against the wall, Fu Yunqing touched the ends of her hair and said between breaths, “We were out in the wind too long. Go take a hot shower.”
Yu Yan held onto her waist, lips pressed to hers as she mumbled indistinctly, “Don’t want to~”
It came out so impatient and spoiled, so willful. Fu Yunqing stroked her cheek to soothe her, but still insisted softly, “Go wash up. I’m worried you’ll catch a cold.”
“I want you to come with me.” Yu Yan frowned. “I feel so uncomfortable right now…”
Uncomfortable how? Fu Yunqing was about to ask, but then Yu Yan kissed her lips again and leaned in close to her ear, whispering, “Down there… jiejie kissed me so much I’m all wet…”
Fu Yunqing parted her lips, then pressed them shut again, gazing at her with dark, deep eyes.
How could Yu Yan be so brazen, so desperate, so insatiable?
Because she herself had kept the proposal secret for so long, of course—now that everything was out in the open, she desperately needed to let off steam, to say something naughty and tease jiejie.
To make jiejie’s heart surge—and pound—and race along with hers.
Fu Yunqing wouldn’t take off the ring even in the shower.
Steam swirled beneath the showerhead, hot water cascading over their bodies. Limbs that had stiffened from the cold outside began to relax, and palms that had been icy grew warm and tender. Yu Yan leaned back against Fu Yunqing, her right hand controlling her sensations, her left hand controlling her sensations too, and the silver ring on her ring finger maintained its metallic feel, traveling across Yu Yan’s body along with her palm, each place it touched sending a violent shudder through her.
“jiejie…” Her voice was fractured, tinged with a note of pleading.
“Hm?” Fu Yunqing’s response was right at her ear. Yu Yan turned with a furrowed brow, and before her eyes were Fu Yunqing’s chin and red lips, close enough to touch.
Fu Yunqing enveloped her from behind in the steamy, intimate space, pressed against her without a sliver of gap, placing dense, soft kisses along her ear. Her left arm wrapped around her front to hold her steady, hand supporting her neck. When Yu Yan turned, she gripped her chin and brought her into a kiss.
The hard silver ring followed her knuckles against the sensitive skin of Yu Yan’s neck. In this position… Yu Yan felt as though she were being held by the throat.
So possessive, so controlling—and she’d even imprisoned her, sent people to watch her, snooped through her phone. So calculating, so skilled at handling her. In no time at all, Yu Yan felt she was about to be brought to tears by her touch.
She thought Fu-jiejie truly had a gift for being a DS1.
She felt like she couldn’t take it anymore.
“jiejie…”
“Hm?” Even at a time like this, Fu Yunqing responded to every word she said, and her responses were so sexy.
Fu-jiejie truly had a gift for being a dom.
“I—I… ah…”
Her body grew increasingly taut. Fu Yunqing was so skilled. She wanted to escape, but the bathroom floor was too slippery, she felt so insecure, didn’t dare struggle, didn’t dare run.
Her eyes were red and teary as she cried, “I can’t stand anymore, I’m scared…”
“Let’s move over a bit. Brace your hands against the wall, okay?”
“…”
Two in the morning.
The fireplace by the floor-to-ceiling windows emitted warm white noise. On the spacious bed, Yu Yan lay domineeringly on her side in the middle, eyes half-closed, scrolling through her phone. Her feelings were complicated. She hadn’t expected so many people to send her birthday wishes this year.
Not just Lu Yu and Li Tong—many friends she hadn’t heard from in ages had popped up one after another, sending wishes and red packets, some even buying gifts and asking whether she was still in Yuncheng, wanting to meet up for a meal and give her the presents in person. If it wasn’t convenient, they said, they could always mail them.
Miss Yu had always prided herself on being carefree and heartless, but right now, she found it a bit overwhelming.
She was so moved, and so guilty.
Fu Yunqing emerged from the bathroom and saw her red-rimmed eyes as she stared at her phone.
She climbed onto the bed quietly, wrapping her arms around her from behind. Yu Yan settled into her embrace, and Fu Yunqing silently read the messages on her screen alongside her.
“Happy birthday.” She said it softly by her ear too, even though she’d already said it—had been the first to say it, looking into her eyes and saying it to her earnestly. But in a moment like this, one more time couldn’t hurt.
Yu Yan was quiet for a long while before speaking. “Do you remember? Huo Xixi, Liang Su, Shen Rui—my three roommates.”
Fu Yunqing: “I remember.”
Yu Yan sighed, her voice thick with a stuffy nasal tone. “And so many other friends. Around my birthday last year, I was in such a bad place. I didn’t want to do anything, my phone was always off. They sent me so many messages I never answered, birthday wishes I never replied to.”
Fu Yunqing listened in silence.
“It drove them crazy with worry. They called around everywhere asking about me, eventually tracing me to Lu Yu. Then they finally found out I was in Nancheng and came all the way to see me, but I was so shut down back then. I didn’t want to see anyone. I left them hanging for two days and never saw them in the end. They made the trip for nothing.”
Hearing the self-reproach in her voice, knowing how much she truly valued her friendships, Fu Yunqing comforted her: “You were sick. They’ll understand.”
Yu Yan rolled over, set down her phone, and wrapped her arms around her waist. “I know. They didn’t blame me. Before they left, they left me messages, told me to reach out if I ever needed anything. But by the time I saw the messages, so much time had passed, and I never replied.”
She confided in her, distressed: “I feel like I let them down. I don’t know how to face them anymore.”
“What about now?” Fu Yunqing smoothed her long hair. “Are you not going to reply to them now?”
“I haven’t figured out what to say yet.”
Fu Yunqing savored the feeling of sharing her thoughts with her—listening to her agonize, listening to her fret. This version of her felt so familiar, so real, like returning to the days when they were together.
Yanyan had grown up, but she still kept so much of who she’d always been.
“If you can’t figure it out, you can think about it tomorrow. It’s very late—they might already be asleep,” Fu Yunqing suggested.
She had a point.
But Yu Yan fretted a little more. “No~ I’m going to reply.”
She picked up her phone again, frowning as she studied it earnestly. When she’d lost her memory, she’d grieved the loss of so many friends, felt anxious and lonely because of it. Now that she’d found them again, she was genuinely happy.
She was starting to believe it—that everything really would get better, that what she cherished would, in the end, come back to her.
She’d already replied to Lu Yu’s. Working her way down, she thanked each one, skipping only 【Cousin】.
Because she knew Fu Yunqing was watching, and it made her a little nervous. She was afraid her cousin might have sent something too ambiguous, too pointed. Her guilty conscience flared.
If Fu-jiejie asked again, how could she deny that she’d been flirting with her cousin?
She was just too fickle.
Why couldn’t she control herself? It really was inexcusable.
In the end, there was no avoiding it. Only 【Cousin】 remained as the last red dot.
Just as she was at a loss, Fu Yunqing’s voice came from above: “Why aren’t you opening it?”
So she’d been watching all along.
So she knew exactly what was going through her mind.
She’d been waiting right here for it. What a petty woman.
Yu Yan held her breath and tapped it.
Fortunately, her cousin hadn’t said much—just one line: 【Yanyan, happy birthday, be happy every day】
She hesitated. Fu Yunqing asked again: “Aren’t you going to reply?”
【Thank you—】Yu Yan typed those two characters, paused for a long time, then added: 【You too】
The message went out. No response from the other side.
Her cousin was probably asleep. Yu Yan exhaled in relief, accompanied by an indescribable twinge of sadness.
“You’re still thinking about her?”
“…”
Yu Yan couldn’t tell whether her tone was teasing.
It seemed like it was, and yet it seemed like it wasn’t—ambiguous, impossible to read, frighteningly unsettling.
In short, she was keeping score.
Yu Yan protested: “How could I? You’re the only one in my heart.”
Fu Yunqing wore an expression of half-doubt: “Is that so?”
She didn’t believe her?
At that, Yu Yan pushed herself up and hovered over Fu Yunqing.
She pushed back her loose long hair, looked at her seriously, ready to make her case. “I already gave you a ring, you know. That ring was expensive—it cost me every penny I had. Back in Weicheng, if you hadn’t come to find me, I really would’ve been sleeping on the streets.”
“Mm.”
Fu Yunqing didn’t seem particularly moved.
Yu Yan stared at her, gritting her teeth inwardly, then suddenly smiled and said, “Do you know why I came back to Yuncheng?”
Fu Yunqing: “Why?”
“Because I missed jiejie too much.” Yu Yan beamed. “I missed jiejie so, so much. I was so anxious, thinking every day about how I needed to get better quickly. So the moment the doctor said my condition had improved a little, I couldn’t wait—I hopped on a flight back right away.”
“You know, the second I stepped out of the airport, I was so nervous. My head was full of scenarios of bumping into you, reuniting with you—it was almost like I’d gotten worse, like I’d developed delusional disorder.”
Fu Yunqing was stunned. Setting aside whether it was true or not, she only felt a wave of heartache, and couldn’t help but smack her on the butt. “Silly girl.”
Yu Yan froze.
Fu Yunqing said, “You should have taken a cab home immediately.”
Yu Yan came back to herself, lowered her eyes, and muttered quietly, “We were already divorced. How could I have had the nerve? I was afraid you’d chase me out.”
“Weren’t you completely shameless before?” Fu Yunqing knew she was talking nonsense, but she was genuinely a little upset, and smacked her again—this time with real force. The smack rang out sharp and loud. Yu Yan let out a whimper and buried herself in her arms.
Worried she’d actually hurt her, Fu Yunqing covered the spot she’d just smacked with her palm, turning it into a gentle rub.
She understood. Back then, Yanyan must have been so timid—maybe still a snail curled inside its shell. Even if she’d actually seen her, she wouldn’t have been willing to say anything. She still would have run away.
In the end, she gave up on blaming her further.
“How did you end up fainting from low blood sugar? Without me watching you, can you not even eat properly?” she said crossly.
This line really sounded like some kind of Training2 mantra—Without me beside you, can you not even kneel on your own?
“None of that anymore.”
Good heavens, could Fu-jiejie be any fiercer?
“Eat properly.”
Who cared about eating?
Yu Yan was in no mood for any of this right now. She agreed to everything haphazardly.
All her attention was focused on Fu Yunqing’s hand rubbing her backside, feeling the pressure and path of each finger, anticipating that in the next second, another smack would come down.
The author has something to say:
Fu-jie: Come here.
Using a belt to spank will also happen~
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