I Woke Up And Found Myself Married - Chapter 4

“Yeah, it was love at first sight, so what? Can’t it be? You’re so good-looking, and your scent is amazing. I like you so much. And you’re a big celebrity too. I’ve never even met a celebrity before—having a crush is totally normal.”

Yu Wei decided to go all in and just spouted nonsense. As expected, Ji Fuyi still wore that same amused expression, clearly not taking her words seriously. So annoying. Yu Wei waved her hand at her, shaking the car keys in her fingers as she said:

“Not like you’d believe me anyway. I’m leaving.”

She turned and left Ji Fuyi with a view of her back. Her ponytail swayed playfully behind her, exuding a kind of carefree attitude, yet her straight back made her look upright and unyielding—like a young poplar tree.

Ji Fuyi watched her walk away and shook her head before getting into her own car.

As she turned the key and the engine purred to life, Ji Fuyi realized that the image of Yu Wei walking away lingered in her mind. She couldn’t shake it off. Somehow, Yu Wei seemed… a little hurt. That made it hard to ignore.

She chuckled at herself. Since when did she get so softhearted? Just because they’d slept together once?

Meanwhile, Yu Wei sneaked back home in the middle of the night, tiptoed upstairs, and flopped into bed. It was already late.

She didn’t want to do anything—she just kept replaying Ji Fuyi’s every move from earlier. The two of them had eaten together at the restaurant, laughed, walked by the riverside in the breeze, even talked about some personal things. It felt like they were friends… or maybe just an extension of that one night.

Yu Wei had always been able to wake up and stay friends—still grabbing coffee and watching movies, no strings attached. So why now… why couldn’t she stop thinking about Ji Fuyi? Why was she even fantasizing about marking her?

The more she thought about it, the more she remembered that Ji Fuyi didn’t have a mark. According to the usual differentiation at eighteen, did that mean she’d been relying on suppressants all these years?

If that was true, then no matter how effective the suppressants, their effects would’ve worn off by now.

And Ji Fuyi’s attitude—it clearly showed she saw Yu Wei as a replacement suppressant.

If she was a substitute, did that mean there were others?

That thought made Yu Wei’s head spin. Her mind filled with chaos, and she felt too suffocated to stay in bed. She got up and went to take a bath.

The warm water soothed her mood. Yu Wei amused herself by blowing and gathering the bubbles on the surface, and eventually, the gloom started to lift.

She picked up her phone and messaged Yan Shu.

Yu Wei: “Want to go out drinking with me tomorrow?”

Yan Shu: “Sure. What’s going on?”

Yu Wei: “I had a breakup.”

Yan Shu: “?????”

Yan Shu: “When were you even dating?”

Yan Shu: “How come I didn’t know about this???????”

Yan Shu immediately tried to call her. Yu Wei glanced at the screen and rejected the call.

Yu Wei: “Do you even see what time it is?”

Yan Shu: “Does it matter? We’re all idle homebodies. Time means nothing.”

Yan Shu: “Unless… someone’s home with you? 😏”

Yu Wei: “…”

Yu Wei: “Forget it. Let’s talk tomorrow.”

Yan Shu replied with a sad emoji and then added:

Yan Shu: “You better spill everything tomorrow! Want to sing? What kind of alcohol do you want? Should I call more people? I’ll take care of everything for you.”

Yu Wei: “…”

Yu Wei: “Do whatever you want. I’ll just go with the flow.”

After sending that, she tossed the phone aside and leaned back in the tub, resting her eyes. She only got up when the water had cooled and wrapped herself in a towel.

Yu Wei rarely had trouble sleeping, but that night was an exception.

Her dreams were strange and chaotic, jerking her in and out of sleep. As morning neared, Ji Fuyi even made a surprise appearance in her dream—sometimes looking at her with cold detachment, sometimes kissing her with heartbreaking tenderness… only to suddenly leave without a word.

Yu Wei woke up drenched in sweat, feeling anything but refreshed—her head was pounding.

When she went downstairs for breakfast, her father was sitting at the table reading the paper. Her mother sat beside him, carefully cutting a fried egg. When she saw Yu Wei, she called for the housekeeper to bring breakfast.

Yu Wei’s mom favored Western breakfasts, but both her dad and Yu Wei preferred traditional Chinese fare like soy milk, fried dough sticks, and noodle soup. Unfortunately, her mom had a fierce temper and often scolded the housekeeper harshly. As a result, Chinese breakfast items were a rare sight on the table.

Her dad looked grumpy—clearly dissatisfied with the food. When he saw Yu Wei, he asked in a frosty tone:

“Where were you last night?”

“Out with friends,” Yu Wei replied shortly. She mashed the bacon and eggs together and began shoveling them into her mouth with a spoon, thinking she’d grab something better to eat later. Who knew she’d still be stuck with this stuff even after returning home?

She wasn’t in the mood to cheer up her dad. Seeing her attitude, he got even more irritated, raising his voice a little:

“I told you to stop messing around. Are you even listening? The other day was a perfect chance to meet your fiancée—great setting, nothing awkward—and you refused to go. Now look, your Uncle Shen will have to host a banquet next time, and that’ll take at least a month!”

“I said I got it. I drank too much and went out in the wind that day—would’ve been awful to show up reeking of alcohol,” Yu Wei lied smoothly, setting down her spoon after a few bites. “I’ll buy you some tofu pudding later. I’m heading out now.”

“Where are you going now?!” her father shouted after her, but Yu Wei had already sped off in her car.

It was still early. The city hadn’t fully awakened yet, and the roads were only occupied by commuters with briefcases waiting at crosswalks.

Yu Wei hadn’t been back in a long time. So many places had changed. She ended up driving aimlessly around, visiting familiar spots and snapping touristy photos along the way.

By three or four in the afternoon, Yan Shu finally got up. While wearing a face mask, she browsed her feed and saw Yu Wei had posted a full 9-picture collage.

She was shocked—had Yu Wei not slept at all?!

Yan Shu quickly called her. “Where are you?”

“Hm?” Yu Wei’s voice was soft, clearly hushed. “Library. What’s up?”

“…Right.” Yan Shu had forgotten—even though they were both jobless and lounging at home, Yu Wei was the kind of person who actually studied and had ambition.

Yan Shu ripped off her mask and ran to wash her face. “Just wait. I’ll come meet you soon.”

“Okay,” Yu Wei turned another page in her book, “no rush.”

But Yan Shu was in a rush—she couldn’t wait to dig up the gossip. That night at the banquet, Yu Wei had disappeared into the garden with Ji Fuyi and never came back. Yesterday, Yu Wei said she was heartbroken, and Yan Shu was shook.

She threw on makeup and clothes at lightning speed, calling up friends and ordering her driver to head out.

She chose a private, invite-only club with a chic black-and-white minimalist interior that was all the rage among the B City rich kids.

By the time Yu Wei arrived, the drinks were already flowing. Yan Shu waved excitedly and clapped her on the shoulder.

“Look who’s back—our dear Weiwei!”

Yu Wei looked around and saw several familiar faces. Her heart warmed instantly.

“Tonight’s all about welcoming Weiwei home!” Yan Shu announced. “You’ve been abroad for so long—finally a proper chance to catch up. I even invited a few more friends you haven’t met before—get to know them, we’ll all hang out together.”

There were indeed a few new faces—probably friends Yan Shu had made over the years. Yu Wei exchanged polite greetings and accepted the mic to sing a song.

“Are you staying in the country for good now?” someone asked after her song.

It was Xu Sihan, an old classmate who used to be quite close with her. The question didn’t sound out of place.

“What are your plans?” she added.

Yan Shu cast a subtle glance at Yu Wei as she asked.

But Yu Wei didn’t notice. She picked up her drink and casually replied:

“Just want to be useful—maybe host some art exhibitions.”

The room instantly buzzed with excitement. Most of the group studied art and had done their fair share of shows, but few had ever found a decent curator. Now that Yu Wei had returned with new skills, it was a hot topic.

But Yu Wei had too much on her mind. Though the vibe was upbeat, she couldn’t really focus. She joined in occasionally but kept drinking nonstop. Within half an hour, she’d already had too much.

Yan Shu noticed this and quietly put her gossip instincts aside. Clearly, something was off with Yu Wei—if drinking helped her feel better, so be it.

But she started to worry. Could this really be because of Ji Fuyi?

After all, she was the one who introduced them. Both were her friends—Yu Wei was practically family, even if they’d been apart for years.

Yan Shu stepped outside and called Ji Fuyi.

The phone rang for a while before Ji Fuyi finally answered. She was probably still filming.

“Hey, Ashu. What’s up?” Ji Fuyi’s voice was as gentle as ever—like a spring breeze.

“Nothing urgent. We’re having a little get-together. Wondered if you wanted to come?”

“Right now?” Ji Fuyi asked, surprised. “I’m still on set. It’s a bit hectic today. I still need to review my script later. Maybe…”

She was removing her makeup while thinking of excuses to decline. Yan Shu knew her too well—if it wasn’t the weekend, getting Ji Fuyi to go out was nearly impossible.

But she hesitated and asked:

“Yu Wei’s drunk. Are you coming or not?”