I Woke Up And Found Myself Married - Chapter 44

“Can we sleep together tonight?”

While Ji Fuyi was lying on the bed reading a magazine, Yu Wei predictably pushed the door open, revealing half her face as she looked in with an expectant smile.

“I promise I won’t move around.”

“Hmm?”

Ji Fuyi looked at her expression and couldn’t help but laugh. She closed the magazine and asked,
“You want to sleep together that badly?”

“Of course I do. Hugging you feels so soft and comfy,” Yu Wei answered confidently, looking at Ji Fuyi with a pitiful expression, trying to appeal to her sympathy.
“Besides, I didn’t move around during the nap, right?”

“You didn’t,” Ji Fuyi nodded, deliberately teasing,
“But since we already cuddled at noon, shouldn’t you sleep on your own tonight?”

“No way!”

Yu Wei replied immediately, clearly unwilling.

“We cuddled at noon, so what’s wrong with cuddling again at night?”

“I don’t mind,” Ji Fuyi put the magazine on the nightstand and glanced at the bed beside her. After napping earlier, Yu Wei had left her pillow there, so now several pillows were piled up like a fluffy mountain.
“But didn’t you say it’s too hot?”

“I didn’t,” Yu Wei replied as she casually lowered the air-conditioning by two degrees.
“Anyway, I’m coming over. My pillow’s still here.”

“Such a scheming little brat.”

Ji Fuyi shifted to make space for her.

Yu Wei lay down beside her and calmly said,
“You spoiled me.”

Ji Fuyi was about to argue but fell silent.

She really did spoil her.

From the beginning, Yu Wei had always behaved in ways that went beyond the boundaries of friendship—but Ji Fuyi never rejected it. Not only did she not reject her, but she also indulged her.

“See? You’re the one who spoiled me,” Yu Wei clung to her arm, rubbing her cheek against it with delight.
“If you didn’t spoil me, I wouldn’t dare to push my luck.”

Ji Fuyi let her hold on and replied flatly,
“Taking advantage and still acting cute.”

“Just now you said I wasn’t cute, and now you say I am,” Yu Wei said while pressing the remote to close the curtains.
“So which is it? Am I cute or not?”

Ji Fuyi silently closed her eyes, ignoring her.

Yu Wei wasn’t discouraged. She closed the curtains, turned off the lights, and planted a kiss on Ji Fuyi’s forehead.

“Goodnight kiss,” she said.

The night air was cool, and the moon hid behind the clouds, its light slowly dimming. A light rain began to fall over Summer Island, dampening the white sands and filling the air with the fresh scent of rain and greenery.

Yu Wei had promised to just hold Ji Fuyi and not make any moves—and she really didn’t.

All night, Ji Fuyi slept soundly. Nestled in Yu Wei’s arms, she felt a strange sense of security.

In the past, even when they spent the night together, they usually stayed on opposite sides of the bed. They never touched, let alone cuddled.

Only on the night they marked each other did they fall asleep in an embrace without even realizing it.

She hadn’t felt anything that night. But now, even in her dreams, Ji Fuyi could sense Yu Wei’s warmth, comforting and reassuring.

Yu Wei’s arm draped around her waist in the perfect arc—not too tight, and not so loose that it felt like she would let go.

It was a good night’s sleep.

Yu Wei woke up very early. She had a video call scheduled with Song Zhilin to discuss some matters concerning the Ji Group.

It was only 7 a.m. here, which meant it was 7 p.m. back in their time zone—still early enough for business.

Yu Wei got up quietly, went back to her room to take a shower, and changed into a formal shirt. She sat down at the desk, turned on the camera, and waited for Song Zhilin to log in.

While waiting, she made herself a cup of black coffee. As she placed it on the desk, she saw Song Zhilin appear on the screen.

“Morning, Weiwei,” Song Zhilin greeted her. The background was her minimalist black-white-gray office, with tall CBD buildings visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Blue skies and white sands—Summer Island really is beautiful.”

“Isn’t it late for you, senior? Still at the office?”

Yu Wei smiled as she turned the camera slightly so Song Zhilin could see the sea and beach outside her window.

“Yeah, when am I not working overtime? That’s the media industry,” Song Zhilin gave a bitter smile.
“That view is amazing. I’d love to go on a vacation there sometime.”

“You’ve worked so hard—once your schedule lightens, you should treat yourself.”

Yu Wei spoke while sending over a document.
“This is the financial report I downloaded from the Ji Group’s official website. It includes everything from 2015 to the present.”

“You’re so thoughtful, Weiwei. We’ve had our eye on the Ji Group for a while. Their financials have looked great these past few years, but there are some aspects of their core business that raise questions…”

Song Zhilin frowned and picked up a few financial magazines, each with Ji’s father on the cover.

“These magazines are selling well, but their reputation in the industry is poor. The Ji Group appears in them way too often—it’s definitely suspicious.”

“Before I came to Summer Island, I had professional auditors review their financials. There are discrepancies in their reported revenue and operations. Their resort developments, for instance, are practically failed projects. So where is all that profit coming from?” Yu Wei explained.
“You might want to start digging from that angle.”

“Got it. Ji Group’s stock hasn’t moved much in years—just hovering. If there’s something shady going on, this could be a huge story.”

Song Zhilin rubbed her temples and looked outside again. The high-rise buildings of the CBD were slowly lighting up—night had arrived.

She’d recently returned from abroad, and B City’s media scene was cutthroat. From business reports to celebrity gossip, it was a constant frenzy. If she didn’t produce a big story within the next six months, she’d struggle to survive.

Her resume was impressive—internships at major outlets, investigative reporting in Africa, and a stint at a national TV station overseas. She had later moved into the investment sector, backing projects that eventually thrived.

So when she came back to B City, she was welcomed like royalty and immediately offered a director-level position. If she kept proving herself, her future would be limitless—whether she struck out on her own or continued to climb.

But that also made her a target. Other directors were just waiting to see her fail.

Not knowing the local scene made it harder for her to directly manage investment projects, so she chose the safer route—go back to her roots in investigative journalism and make a splash with a blockbuster exposé.

Ji Group was a long-established name in B City, once powerful enough to influence nationwide trends. When the coastal resort boom hit, they invested heavily and became one of the most talked-about companies in China.

But afterward, their financial statements started showing inconsistencies.

She opened the files Yu Wei sent over. Everything was neatly organized, with annotations from the auditors clearly marking the suspicious areas—very easy to understand.

Song Zhilin already knew Yu Wei was capable. Back in university, all of her exhibitions were hits. She just hadn’t expected her to be this meticulous in business matters too.

“Thanks, Weiwei. This is really well done,” Song Zhilin said gratefully as she opened several more documents and began assigning her team to look into the Ji Group.
“It’ll be much easier for me with these materials, especially since I’m still unfamiliar with the local scene.”

“No problem—it was nothing,” Yu Wei waved her hand.
“A lot of people in our circle already suspect something’s up with the Ji family. If you ask around, you’ll find out which direction to dig in.”

“Hmm… Do you have anyone in mind?” Song Zhilin asked.

“Someone in mind…” Yu Wei thought for a moment before saying a bit reluctantly,
“Honestly, the most gossipy person in our circle is Yan Shu. And her family has lots of dealings with the Ji family, so she’d definitely know something. But… didn’t you two have a falling out?”

Song Zhilin fell silent.

It wasn’t just a falling out—it was old wounds resurfacing. Neither of them wanted to see the other again.

And then there was Yan Shu’s mother…

Just the thought of that woman’s face gave Song Zhilin goosebumps.

Many years ago, she was just a high school student. Through her own hard work and intelligence, she had earned a place at the city’s top high school, dreaming of using education to change her family’s fate.

Then she met Yan Shu and fell headfirst into love, thinking they would both study hard, get into A University, and start a life together in B City.

But just before the college entrance exam, Yan Shu’s mother showed up—wearing a tailored black suit, carrying a luxury handbag, and a pearl necklace that sparkled under the light. She was clearly not ordinary.

The first thing she said to Song Zhilin was enough to break her spirit.

“Break up with Yan Shu. Our family will pay for your college tuition.”

“If not, forget about even taking the college entrance exam.”

If possible, Song Zhilin never wanted to see Yan Shu or her family again.

But fate had other plans. The very first obstacle in her career now required her to face Yan Shu.

Seeing the discomfort on Song Zhilin’s face, Yu Wei quickly said,
“If you don’t want to see her, forget it. We’ll find someone else.”

But seeing Yu Wei rack her brain to think of someone else made Song Zhilin realize how difficult this was for her too.

In the end, she sighed and said,
“It’s fine. I’ll go talk to her.”

Yu Wei looked at her with concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Song Zhilin’s face was a little pale. The emotional wall she had built over the past ten years felt like it was crumbling in an instant. In this moment, she was once again that powerless teenage girl.

She glanced out at the night-lit skyline again. The countless lights from the CBD buildings gradually calmed her.

For the past decade, she had never forgotten her dream—to give her family a better life through her own efforts. Everything she had endured was for that goal.

So what if she had to see Yan Shu again? Even her mother?

She was no longer Yan Shu’s girlfriend. She was now a professional journalist from B City Media. And anyway, after all these years, why would that woman even remember someone like her?

“I’m fine,” Song Zhilin repeated, firm and calm.
“If everything goes well, you’ll see the first wave of coverage on the Ji Group by next week.”