Scum A with a Sweet Black Lotus O – Chapter 155
by Little PandaShe and Her · Side CP
Fu Lingfeng x Wen Wan ①
Wen Wan wants a divorce.
1
Two lines on the pregnancy test.
The hospital’s lab report confirmed it again—she was pregnant, precisely in her fifth week.
Walking out of the hospital.
The weather today was wonderful, sunny and bright, a clear sky stretching for miles, and the wind carried a gentle warmth.
Wen Wan stood quietly by the entrance, looked up at the sky, and suddenly let out a breath.
It was an unprecedented sense of relief.
—She wanted a divorce.
2
That day.
Wen Wan first bought a train ticket to another city, then returned to the Fu residence to pack her luggage.
But after much packing, it seemed there was nothing much to take away. Having lived here for so long, she still felt so out of place in this environment.
The masters of the Fu family were not home. When she left, only a familiar servant greeted her, “Ah, Madam, are you going back to your maternal home to stay for a couple of days?”
“En.”
“That’s good too. Sir and Madam aren’t here these days, and the Eldest Young Miss has also gone abroad for business…”
The servant actually found it a bit strange. If she was leaving, why drag a suitcase?
Although the suitcase wasn’t large, and seeing the Madam’s1 relaxed appearance, it probably only held a few things.
She only remembered that when the Madam looked back, her smile was so gentle and beautiful. The sunlight outlined her features, as if a caged bird was suddenly about to fly free.
Feathers brushed past the palm, yet could no longer be confined or caught.
3
Wen Wan boarded the departing train.
Not long after returning to the country, she had married Fu Lingfeng. Or rather, it was a marriage alliance, or perhaps, was the other party engaging in poverty alleviation2?
Afterward, she stayed at the Fu Residence, without a job. In her free time, she revolved around the other person. Gradually, her social life narrowed, and she became full of self-pity.
The scenery outside the window continuously stretched and receded. The season had turned to autumn; the once lush leaves had yellowed, leaving behind a stretch of gold.
Normally, Wen Wan wouldn’t have been in the mood to appreciate the scenery, or rather, even if she saw it, she wouldn’t have given it much thought. She was immersed in her own emotions; yet, if one looked closely, there was a certain calmness and serenity about her.
She thought.
Perhaps she bore most of the responsibility for this marriage turning out as it did; the main fault lay with her.
At that time, the Wen family’s project encountered some problems, and they approached the Fu family. The old masters of both families had a past connection, and it wasn’t insignificant.
It was unknown how they discussed it, but in the end, the Fu family agreed to provide assistance, and the two families formed a marriage alliance. Wen Wan, who was studying abroad, was summoned back. The one dispatched by the Fu family was naturally their heir—Fu Lingfeng.
Because of this marriage that had suddenly fallen upon her, Wen Wan became the subject of much jealousy in Rongcheng.
She felt a little uneasy, yet it was also sweet.
Fu Lingfeng was young and promising, powerful and restrained. Who wouldn’t like such an Alpha?
She too was captivated by that face.
But after marriage, all of this turned into a torment.
Fu Lingfeng remained forceful yet restrained, but those past girlish flutterings of the heart seemed far from enough after her status changed to the other’s wife.
She became sensitive, greedy, insatiably wanting to demand more. Once she didn’t get it, she would wallow in self-pity, repeatedly trapping herself in emotional lows. And once the other person returned, she would have to put on a smiling face, welcome her gently, and act the part of a considerate wife, forcibly splitting herself into two people!
Fu Lingfeng would occasionally be considerate to her. At those times, she would be very, very happy. After the happiness, contrasting it with the sudden coldness made it even more unacceptable.
Clearly, her father-in-law, mother-in-law, and even her sister-in-law were all very easy to get along with. Many people outside also said she had married well, that this was the life of a wealthy madam. She could go buy-buy-buy3, why ask for so much, why was she so discontented?
Perhaps, this marriage should have ended long ago.
When she couldn’t figure things out, Wen Wan would also go home and confide in her mother. But as soon as she broached the subject4, her mother would condemn her, saying the Fu family had helped them so much, even married her and gave her good support, how could she be so ungrateful?
Yes, ungrateful.
Wen Wan was harshly scolded, and afterward, she never brought it up again, never again.
The young girl’s sensitive emotions were finally suppressed. She continued living her married life—no, after getting married, she could no longer be called a young girl. She was Fu Lingfeng’s wife.
She had to be considerate and responsible, to fulfill her duties as a wife.
Until…
A sudden phone notification interrupted Wen Wan’s thoughts.
She opened it to see a WeChat message from a former friend from abroad. After being in different places, they actually hadn’t contacted each other for a long time.
It was her fault.
【Your wife’s Omega white moonlight is back, did you know? I heard they were head over heels for each other in high school. I’m not saying anything will happen, but it’s better to be safe than sorry5, you should prepare yourself early.】
Wen Wan calmly typed, 【Thank you, Doris.】
【Just letting you know. I’m relieved if you’re aware. We haven’t been in touch for so long, how have you been lately? I should be returning to the country next month…】
Past years were recalled once more. With just a few words, the barrier created by their long lack of contact was gradually fading.
Rekindling this friendship, Wen Wan chatted happily with her old friend, as if she had returned to the carefree and beautiful times of her student days. When she finally put down her phone, her lips were curved in a smile.
Suddenly, a hand holding a tissue reached over from the seat opposite her. It was a kind-hearted auntie, her tone gentle, “Little girl, why are you crying? Quick, wipe your tears!”
She, was she crying?
Patak.
Wen Wan’s fingers touched her cheek. It turned out that, at some unknown point, her face had already become streaked with tears.
“Thank you.”
Wen Wan accepted the stranger’s kindness, wiping the unknown tears from her face. She appeared even more serene and beautiful. The auntie opposite her was still consoling her, “Little girl, it’s okay. There’s no hurdle in life that can’t be overcome. It’s good to cry it out!”
Wen Wan’s tears, however, wouldn’t stop. “Thank you, thank you.”
Little girl?
After getting married, perhaps only from strangers would she be called “little girl.”
…
She set her phone aside.
This time, Wen Wan turned on airplane mode. No more sudden messages would disrupt her rhythm.
—Fu Lingfeng’s first love, her white moonlight, was back.
Her old friend’s message wasn’t the first; there were many, many similar messages in her contacts.
They usually didn’t contact her, lying quietly in her contact list, but in an instant, they had all popped up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain6, sending her messages all at once.
Among these, there were certainly well-intentioned reminders like her friend’s, but more were mocking, waiting to watch a good show.
These years, her position as Fu Lingfeng’s wife had been too much of an eyesore. People often whispered in her ear about Fu Lingfeng’s past. Now that there was a chance to pull her down, how could they bear to miss it?
Very strange.
Her personality had always been soft, and in her earlier years, she was abroad, so she had no opportunity to offend these people.
Or perhaps, her holding the title of Fu Lingfeng’s wife was itself wrong, or even, her very existence was wrong.
But all that was in the past. Wen Wan thanked the kind auntie, put on her headphones, and listened to music again.
She chose upbeat music, but her mood was truly terrible, and her thoughts couldn’t help but wander.
Choosing to go to another city, rather than home, because her family would absolutely not support her.
Wanting a divorce, yet not daring to tell Fu Lingfeng, she could only choose this evasive, escapist method.
Clearly, the other person wouldn’t refuse. Clearly, she would definitely get her wish…
She was truly such a coward, so cowardly. Even her way of proposing divorce was so cowardly.
Or perhaps, deep down, there had always been a faint glimmer of expectation?
Knowing it would never light up again, yet she couldn’t help but anticipate, finally, in that hopeless wait, extinguishing all brilliance, injuring herself countless times.
Cowardly and despicable.
This was her, Wen Wan.
Fu Lingfeng’s wife. In the future, perhaps “former” would be added, turning her into a so-called “ex-wife.”
Becoming a stain on the other person.
Haha.
Wen Wan started to laugh again, laughing until she rocked back and forth, laughing until her dark hair trembled, laughing until tears streamed down.
Isn’t it funny?
Really.
It’s truly hilarious—her.
4
Arriving in the new city, Wen Wan chose to stay in a local hotel while she looked for a new house to rent.
She had money.
Although most of it was given by others—her parents, Fu Lingfeng—the money she used from leaving to renting the house was all earned from part-time jobs she had worked abroad in her early years.
The sum wasn’t large, practically minuscule compared to her allowance, but if used just to live an ordinary person’s life, it could probably last for four or five years.
She used it with peace of mind.
Choosing a new house, she probably still wanted a home;
Renting instead of buying, was probably because, deep down, she was always uneasy;
This wasn’t the first time she had rented a house. She had done it herself while studying in the past, when she was even still a minor. But having not done it for a long time, she seemed less capable than before.
She had indeed let herself become spoiled and useless.
The new house was a single-story flat, with its own open-air courtyard. The area was quite large, with various flowers and plants, as well as a table, chairs, and a swing7, satisfying all needs for leisure.
And because it was in a remote location, the rent wasn’t high.
A very good deal.
These past few days, Wen Wan had been tidying up her new “home.” During the day, when she was busy, her emotions were relatively stable, and there were even times when she was in a good mood. But as soon as night fell, she would start to feel conflicted and let her thoughts run wild.
She thought of Fu Lingfeng’s first love, that white moonlight.
Over the years, she had actually heard the legendary love story of those two countless times.
Even though at that time she was still in the distant past, all the descriptions presented themselves before her eyes, vivid and lifelike—
They were high school classmates. The bond between high school classmates seemed much closer than that of university students, so the commotion they caused was also somewhat greater, almost to the point of being flamboyant, and it was still being fondly remembered and talked about to this day.
Both were influential figures8 on campus. Pushed or anticipated by countless people, they naturally got together.
Beauty won beauty.
And the love of youth, wild and reckless, always seemed to come on strong and passionate; only what was etched in one’s bones and heart was more worthy of commemoration.
In others’ narrations, she saw a Fu Lingfeng she had never known, a completely unfamiliar, unrecognizable Fu Lingfeng.
She would carry the white moonlight with a sprained leg to the infirmary in public;
She would give an excessively flamboyant heart-shaped necklace on the other’s birthday, declaring her love;
She would also, when others confessed their feelings to that person, forcefully pull her into an embrace by the shoulder to declare her sovereignty;
She would even climb walls when late for school, enduring the scolding of the Dean of Discipline, just to take a detour to buy her beloved the breakfast she wanted to try;
None of this sounded like Fu Lingfeng at all, as if it were a fabricated fictional character who just happened to share Fu Lingfeng’s name.
Wen Wan countless times wanted to cover her ears, to not hear those noisy sounds, yet every single word still found its way into her ears. All of it was like annoying flies and mosquitoes, pervasive and inescapable!
—It’s all fake, fake, none of it exists, Fu Lingfeng is her Alpha now…
But while denying it, she could even fantasize about that pretty face tinged with a sweet smile.
No matter how soft Wen Wan’s personality was, when it came to matters she cared about, she would also feel jealous, angry, experience uncontrollable emotions, even make malicious speculations, then deceive herself, trying to patch up the lie.
But since ancient times, who could ever truly deceive themselves?
Those beautiful love stories repeatedly told by people were also, over and over, telling her and warning her how incompatible she and Fu Lingfeng were.
The Alpha of her youth had once loved someone so passionately, burning herself out, as if offering all her joys and sorrows. How could she love someone else after that?
And people grow; the emotions she possessed would also gradually fade with growth. That is to say, such a brilliant and unrestrained Fu Lingfeng would never exist again, at least Wen Wan would never see her.
Let alone dream of obtaining it.
It was like fireworks blooming in the sky; that instant was a beautiful destruction, but only an instant. For the rest of her life, what remained was only the cold afterglow and the spent bamboo tube.
It was scrap that others didn’t want.
Yet it was precisely what Wen Wan now possessed, what she had once cherished as a treasure.
And everything indicated that she, Wen Wan, was merely Fu Lingfeng’s second-best choice, perhaps even a choice made out of necessity, a “wife” who had been foisted upon her.
A wife, and also an object.
For Fu Lingfeng to treat her with this kind of marital attitude was already very, very good.
She should feel content.
But why was she so unwilling to accept it?
Unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling…
Ya~ How could it be like this?
Why didn’t you say so earlier? If you had someone in your heart, why still agree to the marriage alliance? Isn’t this a bit too unfair to her?
Countless nights, Wen Wan couldn’t understand, yet she forced herself to understand, and could only make herself understand.
Forget it.
She would let them be together, and also forgive herself.
The night wind was slightly cool. Wen Wan got up to close the window, then lay down on the bed again.
Her arm inadvertently fell on her lower abdomen, caressing it.
Since discovering her pregnancy, she had intentionally ignored this child’s existence. She was going to get a divorce; aborting it now would cause the least harm to the child and to her, and the divorce process would also be more convenient.
Wen Wan understood all of this, but why, in the end, didn’t she abort it on the spot? Why did she run away with this child instead?
Her hand caressed it, again and again. A five-week-old baby could only be considered an embryo; it wouldn’t respond at all.
Caressing and caressing, just like every other difficult night, whether before she left or after, she eventually, slowly, fell asleep.
Just a moment later, tears soaked the pillow towel.
But what could she do?
Clearly, she knew everything. Clearly, she had already left. Clearly, she had already made a decision. Clearly, the other person merely saw her as an object and didn’t like her at all. But even at a time like this—
She still couldn’t control how much she missed Fu Lingfeng, missed her like crazy, missed her madly.
No backbone.
She was indeed still a useless and cowardly person.
…Incurable.
—Today was, as usual, a night of not understanding, quietly waiting for dawn.
The author has something to say:
I accidentally published the draft. This is tomorrow’s portion, I might not update tomorrow (:з”∠)
This ‘Jie-Sao’ type extra9 can’t all fit into one chapter, it might have to be written a bit longer.
Footnotes
- 大太太 | dà tàitai | Lit. “Great Madam” or “Eldest Madam.” In this context, it refers to Wen Wan, likely due to her status as the wife of the family heir. The previous line uses “太太” (tàitai) for Wen Wan, and this seems to be a slightly more formal or specific internal reference by the servant.
- 扶贫 | fúpín | Lit. “to alleviate poverty.” Used sarcastically here to imply a wealthy person marrying/helping someone much poorer as a form of charity.
- 买买买 | mǎimǎimǎi | Internet slang meaning “buy, buy, buy”; refers to going on a shopping spree.
- 冒了个头 | màole ge tóu | Lit. “popped a head out.” Meaning to tentatively bring something up, to broach a subject, or to just begin to show/speak.
- 不怕一万就怕万一 | bú pà yīwàn jiù pà wànyī | An idiom meaning “don’t fear 10,000 (the expected), but fear the ‘what if’ (the unexpected single chance of mishap).” Essentially, “better to be prepared for any eventuality” or “better safe than sorry.”
- 雨后的春笋 | yǔhòu de chūnsǔn | An idiom literally meaning “bamboo shoots after a spring rain”; used to describe things emerging or appearing in great numbers and rapidly.
- 一家前 | yī jiā qián | This appears to be a typo in the original text. It is likely intended to be 一架秋千 (yī jià qiūqiān), which means “a swing” or “a swing set.”
- 风云人物 | fēngyúnrénwù | Lit. “wind and cloud person.” An idiom for a person of the moment; an influential or prominent figure who is at the center of attention or events.
- 姐嫂番外 | jiěsǎo fānwài | “Jie” (姐) means elder sister. “Sao” (嫂) means elder brother’s wife, or can be a respectful term for a married woman slightly older than oneself. “Fanwai” (番外) means extra story/side story. In this context, “Jie-Sao” likely refers to the dynamic of the side CP (Fu Lingfeng and Wen Wan), implying a relationship with a senior/junior or protective/dependent dynamic, or it’s a general term the author uses for this kind of pairing.
Poor Wenwan. Commence the wife chasing!