I Woke Up And Found Myself Married - Chapter 2

What the hell! This woman doesn’t play by the rules at all!

All the lines Yue Wei had prepared got stuck in her throat. She held her phone and felt like a complete idiot.

“Hm?” Ji Fuyi’s voice carried a hint of amusement, like a little hook tugging at her heart. “If there’s nothing important, I’ll hang up now.”

In the background, Yue Wei could hear the noise of people calling Ji Fuyi’s name urgently. Clearly, she was busy.

Realizing that, Yue Wei quickly said, “There is something! I wanted to ask if you’re free tonight? I’d like to treat you to some tea.”

Ji Fuyi chuckled, and Yue Wei wished she could bite off her tongue in shame. Who the hell invites someone out for tea at night?! She’d meant to say dinner, but the nerves scrambled her brain. How humiliating.

“I do have time,” Ji Fuyi drawled slowly, “but no need for tea—I’m too old for caffeine keeping me up.”

Yue Wei choked again. Ji Fuyi was clearly a young and alluring woman—how could she talk like that? Too old?

Her mind drifted. She thought of the curves she’d traced with her fingers the night before—there was nothing “old” about that body.

As soon as her thoughts started slipping, the scenes from last night came flooding back. Yue Wei quickly shook her head. No! They were still on the phone—this wouldn’t do!

“How about dinner then?” she salvaged, before Ji Fuyi could hang up. “I know a really great place.”

“I get off work late. Will you wait for me?”

Ji Fuyi said this with a smile in her voice, walking back toward the set and signaling to her assistant that she’d be ready to start soon.

“Of course! I’ll come pick you up!”

Yue Wei perked up instantly. She was always cheerful and carefree, and though Ji Fuyi was cool toward her, at least she wasn’t rejecting her.

“Send me the address?”

“You send it to me instead,” Ji Fuyi replied crisply. “I have to get back to work. Bye.”

The call ended. Despite her excitement, Yue Wei also felt defeated.

She had secured dinner with Ji Fuyi, sure—but during that call, Ji Fuyi had been calm and in control, making her look like a bumbling fool.

Yue Wei had a cold and striking appearance—deep eyes, a sharp nose, clean jawline—but her personality was outgoing and charming. She always had the upper hand in social circles. Rarely did she have to pursue anyone. Usually, a single glance was enough for people to offer her whatever she wanted on a silver platter.

But Ji Fuyi?

She was a whole different challenge.

Interesting.

Yue Wei smiled subtly and started preparing for the evening.

First, she called the restaurant and booked a table for two by the window. Then she dove into her wardrobe, hunting for the perfect outfit.

Not this—too formal. Looks like I just came out of a high-level board meeting and I’m about to close a 300-million-dollar deal in heels.

Not that either—too casual. Like I’m going to the amusement park with my girlfriends after dinner. Ji Fuyi wouldn’t like that.

She ransacked her entire closet and still felt like she had nothing to wear.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Yue Wei fell into her second existential crisis of the day. How could someone so well-versed in fun not have a single appropriate outfit?

She wandered downstairs to the kitchen for water and got intercepted by her father in the living room.

“Stop right there! Where are you going?”

“J-Just getting water,” Yue Wei stammered, startled. “Dad, I’m not coming back for dinner tonight.”

“Out partying again?!” her father barked. “Where were you last night? I told you to stay put at the banquet and meet your fiancée afterward. Where the hell did you run off to?!”

“I had stuff to do,” Yue Wei replied, gulping water. She grabbed a paper bag from the counter—inside was the breakfast she’d brought back that morning: chili tofu pudding and fried dough sticks—and shoved it into her dad’s hands. “Try this, Dad. I bought it from Old Town. Tastes just like it did ten years ago.”

Her dad’s expression immediately softened. Ten years ago, when Yue Wei was in middle school, he used to take her out for this exact breakfast. After becoming successful, he never had time for it, but had always missed that taste. It moved him that Yue Wei still remembered.

Waving her off with a much-improved mood, he let her go.

Yue Wei slipped back into her room, flopped onto the couch, and sighed deeply. Clearly, she hadn’t lost her touch. But flattering her dad was one thing—resisting the pull of a business marriage was another.

Ever since the Yue family rose in status in recent years, her father had been worried about their shaky foundations. So he pushed both business and marriage alliances. Her older brother and second sister were already married, and now the pressure had landed squarely on Yue Wei.

She had thought the idea of a fiancée was absurd and never took it seriously. But her father had just brought it up again. It cast a shadow over her mood.

I’ve only just come back from abroad, and they’re already trying to marry me off?

Someone with her personality? No way she’d obediently go meet some stranger.

Pushing those thoughts aside, she stood up and reopened her wardrobe.

Ji Fuyi arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes late.

Yue Wei had been admiring the cityscape outside the window. From the 27th floor, the neon lights stretched far into the distance.

Even before Ji Fuyi arrived, her faint, sweet scent reached Yue Wei—subtly masked by the bitter notes of a suppressant. No one else in the restaurant could smell how intoxicating it really was.

Only Yue Wei knew.

Only she knew what it was like to feel that sweetness lingering on her fingers, tempting her to delve deeper.

“Sorry, work ran late,” Ji Fuyi handed her coat to the server and sat across from Yue Wei. “We had to redo a scene a few times.”

Yue Wei turned to look at her. Clearly fresh off set, Ji Fuyi wore a well-tailored long dress—classy, with a hint of playfulness.

“No worries. I’ve just been enjoying a pre-dinner drink,” Yue Wei said with a smile.

Ji Fuyi clinked glasses with her, smiling too. When she raised her hand, Yue Wei caught sight of her nearly translucent pale skin and the fine blue veins beneath. Her fingers were long and slender—graceful even as she set the glass down.

Yue Wei’s throat went dry. She could sense Ji Fuyi’s scent getting stronger. Her pheromones laced the air—reminding Yue Wei of the night they’d spent tangled together.

“I forgot my suppressant yesterday. Thanks for helping me,” Ji Fuyi said calmly, hands folded neatly on her lap, the picture of grace.

The words made Yue Wei gnash her teeth. What is that supposed to mean? I was just a stand-in suppressant?!

She had tried so hard not to mark her. In hindsight, she should’ve done it. Even just a bite. Something to leave her mark. Let Ji Fuyi know she wasn’t some docile little lamb.

“Do you not know what happens when an Omega doesn’t take her suppressant?” Yue Wei’s voice turned slightly dangerous, tinged with irritation.

“I do,” Ji Fuyi propped her chin in one hand and flashed a charming smile. “Good thing I ran into you.”

Yue Wei’s heart skipped a beat, her tone softening. “What if you hadn’t run into me?”

“I’d have gone straight home,” Ji Fuyi replied breezily. “But the moment I realized I didn’t have it, you were already right there.”

“So I took advantage of you?”

Yue Wei swallowed a bite of caviar, its rich flavor blooming on her tongue.

“How could you?” Ji Fuyi said sweetly.

She barely touched her food—only took a tiny piece of rye bread with some caviar.

Lowering her eyes, she dipped a spoon into chilled fruit soup—a mix of mango and citrus—and thought of Yue Wei’s fingers brushing her waist the night before. And the fresh mint scent of her pheromones.

She liked the way Yue Wei smelled. It was crisp and clean.

“It was mutual.”

She curved her lips into a smile, successfully making Yue Wei’s breath hitch.

The main course arrived: steak and foie gras, cooked medium-rare with visible marbling, drizzled in a subtle sauce scented with elderberry. It came with lemon mashed potatoes, the house specialty.

But Yue Wei wasn’t paying attention to the food anymore.

“Miss Ji,” she said while carelessly cutting into the foie gras, “are you busy with filming these days?”

“Only when I’m on set. Otherwise, I have a lot of free time,” Ji Fuyi only shot one film a year—quality over quantity. “Do you have to call me Miss Ji?”

“Fuyi,” Yue Wei corrected quickly, “what do you like to do in your free time?”

Ji Fuyi was cutting her steak elegantly. She chuckled softly. “Are we on a blind date?”

Under the dim restaurant lights and the soft classical music from a live violinist, with fresh flowers all around, Ji Fuyi looked like she was glowing—soft and radiant.

“I wish it were a blind date…” Yue Wei muttered under her breath, thinking of the one she’d dodged earlier.

“Hm?”

“No, no! Not what I meant,” Yue Wei panicked and shook her head, puffing out her cheeks like a ripe peach. “I was being presumptuous.”

She quickly changed the topic, steering the conversation into lighter territory. Mostly, she talked, and Ji Fuyi occasionally responded, but the conversation never stalled.

For dessert, they had strawberry mousse. Yue Wei picked out all the strawberries and set them aside. Ji Fuyi noticed and asked, “You’re not eating those?”

“Hm?” Yue Wei didn’t not like them—she just liked saving the best for last. But since Ji Fuyi had asked, she simply said, “No, I’m not.”

“Mind if I have them?”

Her words were about strawberries, but her eyes lingered on Yue Wei’s lips.

Yue Wei pushed the little plate toward her. “Of course not.”

Her ears turned red.

So she was shy. Ji Fuyi’s tongue flicked over the strawberry. As expected, Yue Wei’s ears turned even redder, her cheeks now blushing too.

Satisfied, Ji Fuyi finished the strawberry and said goodbye.

Yue Wei grabbed her coat and walked out with her. “Want me to take you home?”

“No need,” Ji Fuyi twirled her car keys. “I drove myself.”

Huh, big stars are more down-to-earth than I thought… Yue Wei mused.

She watched Ji Fuyi walk toward the parking lot. The only thing left in the air was that lingering fragrance, tugging at her soul.

Yue Wei fidgeted with her toes, then ran after her.

Something possessed her. She tugged at Ji Fuyi’s sleeve and asked:

“Then… why don’t you take me home?”

Ji Fuyi paused, looked her up and down, making Yue Wei’s ears flush completely red—and even her cheeks took on a soft pink hue—before finally looking away and asking:

“What? Want to come home with me?”