On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 95

Going Home

An Unbearable Itch

“How about we head back to China first?” Yu Yan snapped out of her daydream and said excitedly to Fu Yunqing.

            

“Hmm?” Fu Yunqing placed a hand on her waist, gently stroking. “Don’t want to have fun anymore?”

Even with her memories restored, she was still the same impulsive, flighty self.

“I want to have lots of fun,” Yu Yan said softly, “but I want to get back and get our certificate even more.”

            

She knew that Fu-jiejie must be anxious inside, must be desperate to get that certificate in hand before she could rest easy. To satisfy her possessiveness, Yu Yan had grown impatient too.

The divorce certificate sitting there was such an eyesore. She wanted to hurry back to a relationship where they both felt secure, so they could properly develop their feelings for each other…

Prop-erly. De-vel-op. Their. Feel-ings.

            

Just imagining it made Yu Yan’s heart surge.

Of course, there were other reasons too. Back home, she had friends she couldn’t wait to see, a little cat named Honey she missed dearly, and Chinese New Year was right around the corner — she needed to visit Grandmother’s family for a proper reunion. Dragging Fu Yunqing around sightseeing instead would be absurd.

The trip had been planned simply to cheer Yu Yan up, so Fu Yunqing naturally went along with her — as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered. They changed their return flight and landed at Yuncheng Airport on the evening of the third day after her birthday.

            

Coming from a frozen coastal city back to Yuncheng, shedding the three layers of heavy winter padding until a single T-shirt and a down jacket was enough to fend off the cold — she felt her whole body loosen up, and couldn’t help thinking that Yuncheng was actually quite livable. She’d slept comfortably on the plane and stepped off full of energy and good cheer. Facing Dan Lin, who was the polar opposite of her — tiptoeing cautiously at the arrivals gate, not even daring to look her in the eye — Yu Yan rather wanted to laugh, and also felt a bit guilty.

Fortunately, Fu-jiejie was reasonable and hadn’t docked her pay, so Yu Yan felt less guilty. She told Dan Lin not to worry — they were completely and thoroughly reconciled, and they’d come back specifically to get their certificate. She wouldn’t be tormenting her anymore, which finally let Dan Lin breathe a sigh of relief. At least she didn’t have to fear that Yu Yan held a grudge, not when she couldn’t even bring herself to make eye contact.

When they reached their building, Yu Yan held Fu Yunqing’s hand and rode the elevator up with her. She had already lived here for a long stretch during her amnesia, but her state of mind then versus now was completely different.

            

Back then, she hadn’t understood anything. She’d lived here while her head was full of escape plans, with no sense of belonging. Now, remembering everything, what she felt for home was a warm, reassuring ache — the bittersweetness of a long-awaited reunion.

She couldn’t help recalling what Fu Yunqing had said: when she first returned to Yuncheng, she should have gotten off the plane and taken a taxi straight home.

Home was home — a place that waited for her no matter what happened, a place that could hold her. Fu Yunqing had given her that crystal-clear, unwavering sense of security. She was the one who’d been blind, unable to see any of it.

            

Only a fool doesn’t come home. But someone who abandons their wife and child — now that’s a fool who deserves to be struck by lightning¹.

Ding — the elevator doors slid open. Yu Yan felt that even the air outside their front door was soothing. She squeezed jiejie’s hand tighter and dutifully used the face-recognition lock to open the door. She’d barely sat down on the entryway bench to change her shoes when an enthusiastic little black cat came yowling down the stairs, tail held high, meowing at them both. Yu Yan’s heart melted. She lunged forward and scooped Honey into her arms.

“Wuwu, baby, jiejie is so sorry…”

            

The little cat stayed obediently in her embrace while she smothered it with kisses. Fu Yunqing, having changed her own shoes, bent down and pulled off the boot Yu Yan had only half-removed, then held her ankle and slipped the Frog Cotton Slippers onto her feet.

Yu Yan looked down at her movements, a faint, strange ripple passing through her heart.

If she were the one kneeling on the floor, cradling Fu-jiejie’s foot to put on her shoes…

            

Fu Yunqing couldn’t read the look in her eyes. She just patted her back and said, “Don’t lie on the floor. Go sit on the sofa and play.”

What a disaster.

What an unbearable itch.

            

Back in the bedroom, Fu Yunqing was showering in the bathroom. Yu Yan walked over to the particularly elegant cabinet and pulled open the drawer. An array of assorted items met her eyes — she browsed through them: whips, collars, handcuffs, a whole jumbled collection, all treasures she had carefully selected.

She had hidden them herself, but Fu Yunqing had gone and organized them all.

She couldn’t help but want to laugh.

            

The thought that during her amnesia she’d assumed these were Fu Yunqing’s made her want to laugh.

The thought that back then she had secretly cursed Fu Yunqing as a vicious, paranoid monster who ate people without spitting out the bones², a perverted DS³ — that thought made her want to laugh.

The thought that she had fancied herself a perfectly normal person, telling Lu Yu she was terrified of being slapped and trained⁴, that she needed to escape immediately — she couldn’t stop laughing.

            

Mother Heavens⁵, what had even been going on? What must Fu Yunqing have thought when she saw all these things?

Had Fu Yunqing known she thought of her this way?

She had been wronged beyond all measure.

            

Her twenty-year-old self had still been too young, with no real awareness of her own nature.

Her Fu-jiejie… if she had truly been what Yu Yan described, she didn’t dare imagine — standing before her, meeting those cold eyes — she’d probably have been dripping before a single slap even landed.

Yu Yan sighed deeply, closed the cabinet, and lay back on the bed, deep in thought.

            

The next day.

Today was the day to get their certificate. They finished breakfast, drove to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and arrived just after it opened. The two of them obtained their certificate without a hitch. Yu Yan was enthusiastic through every step, without the slightest hint of reluctance or hesitation, which gave Fu Yunqing a deep sense of security — completely overriding the bittersweet memories of when this had been the place they divorced, leaving only the happiness of the present.

It was a completely different state of mind from the first time they’d gotten their marriage certificate. She was no longer naive and bewildered — she felt, truly and deeply, the weight of long-term responsibility and a solid sense of belonging.

            

“This photo turned out even better than the first one,” Yu Yan said, examining the marriage certificate.

Fu Yunqing kept her eyes on the road and couldn’t spare a glance, but she’d already seen it before getting in the car. The soft smile still lingered at the corners of her eyes. “Mm.”

Yu Yan chuckled quietly and teased, “You’re smiling so happily.” It wasn’t clear whether she meant the person in the photo or the woman sitting beside her right now.

            

Fu Yunqing had always been honest about her feelings. “I am very happy.”

“If my Wife is happy, I’m happy.” Yu Yan was quick-tongued as ever.

She snapped a few photos, then tucked both marriage certificates into Fu Yunqing’s bag, telling her to keep them safe — ideally hidden away forever, along with any possibility of another divorce, never to see the light of day.

            

Fu Yunqing smiled and said okay.

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Huo Xixi and the others heard Yu Yan was back in the country and insisted on throwing her a combined birthday and welcome-back dinner, tonight. A sensible woman brings her wife to these things, of course, so Yu Yan invited Lu Yu along too.

At six in the evening, they drove to pick up Lu Yu. No driver — Yu Yan drove herself, with Fu Yunqing in the passenger seat. They pulled into the residential complex, parked downstairs from Lu Yu’s building, and Yu Yan sent her a voice message. Less than half a minute later, Lu Yu emerged from the building.

            

Yu Yan lowered her window. From a distance, Lu Yu had already spotted the exceedingly smug woman in the driver’s seat. She let out an “oh?” and teased, “Remembered how to drive?”

“Obviously. Jie’s driving skills are way better than yours.”

“Sure, sure. How could I compete with the Young Miss who drives luxury cars every day.”

            

Lu Yu settled into the back seat and greeted Fu Yunqing in the passenger seat. “Teacher Fu.”

Fu Yunqing offered a light smile in response. “Lu Yu.”

After everything that had happened, Fu Yunqing had dropped her hostility toward Lu Yu. Lu Yu had seen a different, vulnerable side of her, and they were somewhat more familiar with each other now. She was less stiff around Fu Yunqing, especially with Yu Yan — that silver-tongued instigator — in the mix.

            

“Back then I barely had any money, and I was completely shut down — didn’t want to work, didn’t want to go out, didn’t want to eat. I was a total wreck. Lu Yu took care of me. After we got back to Yuncheng, she paid the rent. Not only did she give me the best room, she’d drag me outside to get some sun and literally feed me at my bedside — like I was disabled or something. It was unreal. If it hadn’t been for her, who knows if—”

“Hey, hey, hey, okay, okay, don’t exaggerate,” — joking between the two of them was one thing, but Lu Yu genuinely couldn’t handle being praised so loudly and ostentatiously in front of someone else, especially Fu Yunqing. She hurriedly put a stop to it.

But Yu Yan added, “I promised her before — once Jie makes a comeback⁶, I’d get her a Rolls-Royce. Wife, you don’t have a problem with that, do you?” Yu Yan looked at Fu Yunqing with a grin.

            

Returning to her wife’s side — now that was a comeback if there ever was one.

“Hey—” Lu Yu tried to shut her up, but it was too late.

“Of course I don’t,” Fu Yunqing smiled, turning her head to address Lu Yu. “I’ll have my assistant take you to pick one out another day.”

            

Lu Yu was thoroughly startled and waved her hands frantically. “Teacher Fu, she’s joking, totally joking, no need! This kid — she just says whatever comes into her head. I was seriously just joking with her. Please don’t take it seriously.”

Fu Yunqing said, “It’s fine. I’d like to thank you properly too. It’s just a car — it’s the least I should do.”

“Really, no, really no — I don’t like driving, I’m not used to driving…”

            

It took quite a round of polite refusals before the topic was dropped. Lu Yu didn’t want it, and Yu Yan didn’t actually force the issue — she knew Lu Yu was ascetic by nature, indifferent to wealth and luxury. Give her a Rolls-Royce and she wouldn’t even know how to drive it; it would just be a burden.

She might look poor now, but her family was actually wealthy. They owned a company, and she’d grown up surrounded by luxury. Sure, she’d run away from home, but whenever she wanted money, she could always go back. Her mother and sister were there, waiting and eager for her return.

They drove to the restaurant, handed the car to the valet, and followed the hostess to a private room. Yu Yan pushed the door open — the room was pitch black. She was still puzzling over this when suddenly—

            

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Yu Yan, happy birthday to you~!” Music and three distinctly pitched female voices belted out the song with everything they had. Yu Yan could tell Huo Xixi’s voice had cracked.

“Confetti!!!” the three shouted in unison. The lights flicked on, and with several pops, streamers rained down from above, fluttering through the air. They set down the cake they’d been holding and surged toward Yu Yan, who stood frozen in place, and threw their arms around her in a fierce, tight embrace.

“Yanyan, it’s been so long — happy birthday! We missed you so much,” Liang Su said through tearful eyes.

            

“Young Miss, do you know how worried we were about you?” Shen Rui couldn’t hold back her emotions, her voice thick with tears.

Huo Xixi was the most emotional of all. She buried her face in Yu Yan’s neck, tears and sniffles streaming. “Wuwuwu, Yan-jie, I missed you so much, you know? Without you around, my life lost all its color. I didn’t even feel like dating — I’ve been born single⁷ this whole time. You promised you’d help me find a girlfriend, and then you vanished before you even found one. You broke your promise, wuwuwu…”

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The author has something to say:

            

All happiness will come back to you.

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