I Woke Up And Found Myself Married - Chapter 27

Ji Fuyi was locked in her embrace, and all she could feel was the scent of mint swirling around her neck, gently stirring her heart. The light kisses landed one after another, carrying an endless sense of tenderness.

“Vivi…”

She smiled and held Yu Wei’s hand, speaking seriously:

“Your sister doesn’t need your protection.”

“Huh?!” Yu Wei froze and immediately cried out, “Why not?! If I can’t protect you, then who can? A contract marriage is still a marriage—you have to respect the basic law!”

“What nonsense…” Ji Fuyi couldn’t help but laugh, patting her hand. “I appreciate your kindness, but I’m not someone who needs protection.”

“Oh.” Yu Wei rested her chin on top of her head and muttered softly, “Even if you don’t need me, you can’t have anyone else.”

Her voice was small, like a slightly upset little penguin, swaying as she nestled into Ji Fuyi’s heart. Ji Fuyi looked down at the arms Yu Wei had wrapped around her—white, slender, with graceful lines. Beneath the delicate layer of fat were muscles full of explosive strength.

“There won’t be anyone else.”

Ji Fuyi gave her a quiet promise. Outside the window, apricot blossoms were in full bloom, filling her vision with soft whites and pinks. It was a view that could lift anyone’s spirits.

“Then there’s no problem! After all, you’re about to become my wife—we even met the parents today. You can’t go back on your word now.” Yu Wei kept chattering, as if trying to dispel the gloom in Ji Fuyi’s heart. “Let’s go. I’ll take you home. You can still get in a nap—you said you were tired…”

“No need.” Ji Fuyi hesitated, pulling out her phone, preparing to call Lin Xia. “I’m heading to the office.”

“You’ve got work?”

Yu Wei blinked, surprised that Ji Fuyi had packed her schedule so tightly. As soon as she realized what was happening, she quickly pressed the button to hang up Lin Xia’s call.

“Why bother calling her? I’ll drive you—it’s no trouble.”

Ji Fuyi glanced at her action. The phone had only rung once before the call was ended. Lin Xia sent a WeChat message asking what was going on.

Ji Fuyi slowly typed a reply: It’s nothing. I’m heading to the company for a meeting. Let’s go ahead now.

Lin Xia’s chat bubble blinked and blinked with typing…, then turned into: Okay.

Ji Fuyi couldn’t be bothered to think about the dozen thoughts Lin Xia might’ve had in those few seconds. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and listened to the song playing on the radio—a love song so old it was practically an antique.

“Can someone turn off the moon in the sky? It makes our silence shine too brightly…” The woman’s voice was a little hoarse, filled with a sorrowful undertone. Ji Fuyi glanced at Yu Wei, who was focused on the road, driving seriously.

“You don’t drive often?” Ji Fuyi asked.

Yu Wei’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. Her nails had a healthy pink hue, but the tips were slightly pale from the pressure.

“Hmm? No, I drive quite a bit.” Yu Wei stopped at a red light. “Just got back to the country. There are a lot of cars. I’m a little nervous.”

“Is that so?” Ji Fuyi stared at the countdown of the red light alongside her, watching the seconds tick down. “You don’t have to force yourself to drive me. It’s Lin Xia’s job—it’s not a hassle for her.”

“It’s not like I’m forcing myself to drive you.”

The light turned green. Yu Wei carefully accelerated and merged back into traffic. Her usual bright, animated gaze looked a little dull in the glaring midday sun. Her lips were drawn tight into a straight line.

“What, is she mad that I stole her job?”

“You’re upset?” Ji Fuyi asked.

Yu Wei made a turn without replying. The car suddenly felt warmer. She reached over to turn the AC down by two degrees. The mingled scents of mint and watermelon filled the air, thick and sweet, making the cabin feel even hotter.

As they reached the media park, several tall buildings came into view. The steel and concrete structures were covered in glass windows, reflecting dazzling white light and radiating the strict order of the modern city.

“I’m not upset. I just think—you knew I wanted to take you, and you still said something like that on purpose.”

Yu Wei parked in the underground garage. Under the dim, cold grey lighting, she turned to look at Ji Fuyi and asked, word by word:

“Even now, are you still hoping I’ll give up?”

“I’m not.” Ji Fuyi lowered her head and said slowly, “Don’t give up.”

After saying that, she opened the car door, waved at Yu Wei, and headed toward the elevator. Yu Wei stared at her back for a long, long time before she finally understood what that sentence meant.

Yu Wei immediately brightened, switched to a cheerful radio station, and drove off to check on her exhibition venue.

Ji Fuyi took the elevator all the way to the top floor. Lin Xia was already waiting for her at the front desk.

Lin Xia held a folder in hand and asked as they walked, “What brings you in today?”

“I need to talk to Sister Yu. Did you schedule the meeting?”

Ji Fuyi followed her into the office and sat down on the sofa, casually taking the folder to flip through. It was filled with audition scripts for the next quarter—all from reputable production teams.

She set the folder aside and let out a silent sigh.

If the wedding or pregnancy hit a snag, it would directly affect her schedule. Looking at scripts only stressed her out—might as well not look.

Lin Xia immediately sensed something was off. Normally, Ji Fuyi would be excited to read new scripts. Why had she just skimmed and set them down?

She was still puzzling over this when Yu Yiyi walked in and locked the door behind her, acting particularly cautious.

Lin Xia instantly felt the strange tension. She looked from Yu Yiyi to Ji Fuyi, waiting nervously for someone to speak.

“What Fuyi wanted to talk about today…” Yu Yiyi’s eyes fell on Lin Xia, saw she was clueless, and looked back to Ji Fuyi. “It’s still about the fiancée?”

Ji Fuyi nodded. Lin Xia looked back and forth between them, feeling like someone had hit her in the head. She couldn’t even think straight.

Half a minute later, she finally shrieked, “Fiancée?! Fuyi has a fiancée?!”

“Mm.” Ji Fuyi gave her a half-annoyed look. “We’ve already met the parents. We’re planning to get married soon.”

Now even the usually composed Yu Yiyi couldn’t hold it in. “Married?!”

Ji Fuyi calmly looked at them and repeated, “Yes, getting married.”

Yu Yiyi pinched her own cheek. Yep, it hurt. Still in disbelief, she reached over and pinched Lin Xia too.

“Ow! Yiyi, what are you doing? That hurts!”

“Guess it’s true,” Yu Yiyi sighed. “Why the rush?”

Ji Fuyi had always been measured and rational. A decision like marriage wasn’t one she’d make impulsively. After all, she already had multiple awards. Getting married now wouldn’t hurt her career.

“My fiancée just happens to be that Alpha,” Ji Fuyi said succinctly, “and I’m pregnant.”

That did it. Yu Yiyi felt like the room was spinning.

One bombshell after another: first marriage, then pregnancy.

“A shotgun wedding could mean anything—it could be love, or just a cover,” Yu Yiyi sighed. “Are you sure you want to keep the baby? Marriage alone is fine.”

“Hard to say. The doctor said we need to observe for two months. It’s not certain the baby will survive.” Ji Fuyi looked exhausted. “I’m just afraid it’ll mess up next year’s filming schedule. The next quarter’s script selection is starting soon.”

Her face was tinged with worry, her brows furrowed slightly, glancing at her hand, then at the script folder. Yu Yiyi wanted to lecture her, but the moment she saw Ji Fuyi’s expression—helpless and uncertain—she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Ji Fuyi had always been low-maintenance, never a troublemaker. Her rise had been smooth, her talent unquestioned. Yu Yiyi had never seen her like this—so unsure of what to do.

She was suddenly reminded of the time Ji Fuyi had gone through her secondary gender differentiation.

It had come suddenly and intensely—she was hospitalized with a high fever on the first day. When she finally woke up, the first thing she asked was her result. When she was told she’d differentiated into an Omega, she didn’t say anything—just stared at them in silence.

They’d closed the door to discuss a strategy in the next room, eventually deciding she should pretend to be an Alpha. When Yu Yiyi returned to tell her, she didn’t know how to bring it up. Asking someone to hide their gender was a cruel thing—especially for a rising actress who already had multiple awards.

But when she stepped into the room, Ji Fuyi simply said with calm clarity, “Let me pretend to be an Alpha.”

Yu Yiyi had sighed in relief. For the first time, she realized she hadn’t protected her artist. It was Ji Fuyi who had reassured her.

Is this how it would go again?

Yu Yiyi looked at her furrowed brow and pushed the script folder back in front of her. “It’s fine. Just pick the script you like. Let me know when you’ve decided.”

Ji Fuyi took the folder and raised an eyebrow. “What if I’m not physically up to it? What if I can’t shoot the role?”

“Then they’ll just have to wait.”

Yu Yiyi’s gaze drifted to the tall glass case filled with trophies—each one proof of Ji Fuyi’s acting chops.

“If you want it, any production team will step aside for your wedding and your baby.”

“Wow, you make it sound so intimidating.” Ji Fuyi actually laughed. “You don’t need to go that far. I just want you to explain things to the company.”

Yu Yiyi, feeling once again that she wasn’t doing enough to support Ji Fuyi, grew even more determined. She stuffed the script folder back into her hands.

“What’s scary about it? Pick your script. After that, we’ll have a wedding of the century and blind them all with your sparkle.”

“Yu Jie, my wedding probably won’t be that extravagant.” Ji Fuyi thought of her parents’ attitude and the nature of the marriage and gave a gentle reminder.

Yu Yiyi was immediately displeased. She waved her hand and declared:

“That won’t do! Whatever kind of wedding you two want, I’ll find you a wedding planner.”

“Our Fuyi must be married off like a princess!”