I Woke Up And Found Myself Married - Chapter 45

After finishing the video call with Yu Wei, Song Zhiyin sat by the window, quietly staring at the lights of the CBD district.

 

For many people, working in this area was effortless, even a burden.

 

Take Yan Shu, for example. Back in high school, she often complained that ever since her family’s company moved its headquarters to the CBD, her father had to wake up early every day to commute, saying it was far and noisy and nothing like the convenience of the city center. She’d get gloomy whenever the topic of joining the family company after college came up.

 

But for Song Zhiyin, working in a company located in the CBD had once been a dream too distant to even imagine.

 

Her family lived in the old city district of B City — known by anyone familiar with the area as a proper slum.

 

Narrow alleyways crisscrossed in layers. In a tiny ten-square-meter box, entire families squeezed together. The streets were always full of wild, running children. Studying hard in this neighborhood wasn’t considered an honor — it was something to be ridiculed for.

 

At home, she only had her grandmother. Her parents had long vanished to who-knows-where. The elderly woman would patch and mend clothes to provide for her, and Song Zhiyin had made it through school thanks only to her excellent grades and scholarship funds.

 

Since childhood, she had only one goal: get into college, land a good job, and give her grandmother a better life.

 

It wasn’t until she entered First City High School and became the student council president that she met Yan Shu during an interschool exchange activity.

 

Sixteen-year-old Yan Shu had the sweetest smile.

 

In that instant, Song Zhiyin’s mind went completely blank. She couldn’t think of anything else anymore.

 

She sighed lightly.

 

Her relationship with Yan Shu had been as beautiful as a soap bubble — shimmering with dazzling colors in the sun. To say she didn’t miss it was impossible.

 

And yet, just like a bubble, the slightest touch had burst it to nothing.

 

Clutching her phone tightly, her knuckles turned white.

 

She took a few deep breaths before opening WeChat. Immediately, a group chat popped up.

 

Everyone in the group had been at the recent gathering. Some rarely said anything; others chimed in now and then — except for Yan Shu, who chatted in the group no matter the time.

 

Super Adorable Xiao Shushu: “@WeiweiWeiweiWei How long have you been at Summer Island? Still no photos?!”

 

Super Adorable Xiao Shushu: “Not only are there no pics of our Fuyi, she hasn’t even surfaced online!”

 

Super Adorable Xiao Shushu: “Fuyi, Fuyi, blink twice if you’ve been kidnapped!”

 

Scrolling down, Song Zhiyin saw that Yan Shu’s messages kept flooding in like an endless stream of energy with nowhere to go.

 

She stared at Yan Shu’s profile picture for three seconds. It was a side profile — Yan Shu was slightly looking down, short hair covering her ears. A snowflake-shaped necklace hung around her graceful neck.

 

The background was a grove of green trees, faintly familiar.

 

She took a deep breath and clicked Add Friend.

 

Three seconds later, she was rejected.

 

A tiny line appeared: Friend request declined — and just like that, memories long buried came rushing back.

 

When she was abroad, scrimping and saving to afford international call fees, every time she called Yan Shu, someone else answered.

 

And it was always the same sentence:
“Shushu doesn’t want to take your calls.”

 

Song Zhiyin felt a wave of anger rise to her head. Her heart pounded so hard she felt dizzy. She jabbed the screen hard and tried adding the friend again.

 

Rejected again.

 

This time with a reason:
“Didn’t you say you’d never be interested in me?”

 

Song Zhiyin bit her lip hard.

 

That night came flooding back — Yan Shu’s expression of disgust as she said, “Why would I ever be interested in her?”

 

Humiliating.

 

For a brief moment, Song Zhiyin wanted to give up. But when she slammed her phone onto her desk, her eyes landed on the stack of project plans.

 

This was not the time to quit.

 

All those nights crying in the attic, the times she worked until midnight and came back to do homework in a damp basement, the endless hours spent overtime fighting for project approvals…

 

She couldn’t give up now — not for something so stupid.

 

She recalled the day she returned home and brought her grandmother to live in her apartment. Her grandmother had smiled through tears, and that image gave her strength.

 

This wasn’t the time for personal grudges.

 

She picked up her phone and sent another friend request, this time with a professional reason.

 

Meanwhile, Yan Shu was lying in bed bored, fiddling with her phone. Seeing the multiple friend requests from Song Zhiyin had already annoyed her — but now one of them said “work-related,” and she was even more pissed off.

 

Why should this woman come and go as she pleases?
She was cold at the gathering, and now that she needs something, she comes crawling back?

 

Yan Shu immediately accepted the request and sent a voice message, sneering:
“What, Miss Song the bigshot suddenly wants to talk work with me now?”

 

Back in high school, Yan Shu wasn’t interested in studying, and Song Zhiyin used to drag her to the library to memorize English.

 

Yan Shu never had the patience — after a few minutes, she’d lean over and rest against Song Zhiyin. Song would frown, and Yan Shu would only smile brighter.

 

Didn’t Song always look down on her for being unmotivated?
Now who’s looking for whom?

 

Yan Shu stared at Song Zhiyin’s profile picture — wavy long hair draping over her shoulders, face almost impossibly beautiful.

 

When Song Zhiyin opened Yan Shu’s voice message, she was mentally prepared for sarcasm — but Yan Shu’s mocking tone still hit a nerve.

 

She thought about how in high school, Yan Shu often got scolded for her poor grades. So she’d take her to the library, coach her in English and math.

 

But Yan Shu never took it seriously. After a few minutes, she’d whine that it was too hard and exhausting.

 

Why did she even bother back then?
At a competitive school like First City High, she had to maintain top grades for scholarships, juggle student council work to earn work-study grants, and even work part-time to survive.

 

She was so busy, yet still found time to tutor Yan Shu — who didn’t appreciate any of it.

 

She should’ve let Yan Shu’s rich parents hire her a private tutor.

 

Shaking her head, she thought bitterly how foolish her younger self had been.

 

Still, she swallowed her frustration and typed:

 

“Miss Yan, I apologize for disturbing your rest. Weiwei suggested I reach out to you. I’d like to conduct an interview regarding B City’s business environment. If you have time, I hope you’ll consider it.”

 

Seeing that overly polite message, Yan Shu got even angrier.

 

Calling her “Miss Yan” repeatedly — clearly mocking her.

 

She tossed her phone aside, refusing to respond.

 

Song Zhiyin waited a long time, but there was no reply.

 

Sighing, she put away her phone and went back to reviewing the project documents.

 

Even if Yan Shu didn’t agree to the interview, she still had work to do.

 

Meanwhile, after closing the video call, Yu Wei checked the news as usual, stretched, and stood up from her chair.

 

The morning air on Summer Island was fresh. The sun wasn’t too harsh yet, and its warmth lifted her spirits.

 

She stood on the balcony breathing in the fresh air for a while before returning to the living room.

 

She hadn’t expected to see Ji Fuyi curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow, half-asleep.

 

What happened?!

 

Yu Wei’s alarm bells went off. She rushed over in three steps, first checking Ji Fuyi’s expression — fortunately, she was just sleeping, not unwell.

 

“Fuyi, Fuyi, why are you sleeping out here?”

 

She grabbed a throw blanket and wrapped it around Ji Fuyi while gently patting her hand.

 

“It’s cold. Come sleep in the bedroom.”

 

“I’m not cold…” Ji Fuyi mumbled, still half-asleep, her voice soft. “Really not cold… I don’t want the blanket…”

 

Still aware enough to reject the blanket — Yu Wei couldn’t help but laugh.

 

She raised the AC temperature by two degrees and closed the balcony door, then returned to find Ji Fuyi had already thrown off the blanket and was sleeping happily with her pillow.

 

Yu Wei: “…”

 

She didn’t dare try again. Getting the blanket pulled off was fine, but what if she rolled off the narrow sofa?

 

Not only would she get hurt, she was pregnant — that would be dangerous.

 

Yu Wei crouched on the rug beside the sofa, watching Ji Fuyi sleep, and began to think seriously.

 

What should I do?

 

Should she carry her back to bed? Or gently wake her and coax her to the bedroom?

 

Ji Fuyi had been sleeping poorly lately. Walking from the bedroom to the sofa and falling asleep here likely meant her rest was already shallow. If she woke her now, would she be unable to sleep again?

 

Yu Wei rubbed her chin. It wasn’t just about a bad mood — poor sleep affected the baby too.

 

She considered grabbing the doctor’s instruction manual but figured by the time she finished reading, Ji Fuyi would be awake anyway.

 

Sleeping on the sofa like this would definitely catch a chill. Getting sick would be a hassle.

 

After weighing all options, Yu Wei decided: the best solution was to carry her to bed.

 

She leaned down and whispered by her ear:
“Fuyi, I’m going to carry you now, okay?”

 

Ji Fuyi mumbled in response — whether she understood or not was unclear, but Yu Wei took it as a yes.

 

Carefully, she lifted her — pillow and all — and carried her back to bed.

 

Once she set her down, Yu Wei laid beside her, poked her cheek, and whispered:

 

“Jiejie, you’re so light.”

 

Ji Fuyi, still half-asleep, squirmed at the poke and turned her back to her.

 

Yu Wei chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into an embrace.

 

Burying her face in Ji Fuyi’s neck, she whispered:

 

“You have to eat more, okay? You’re really too light.”

 

Ji Fuyi murmured:
“Can’t. Eating too much doesn’t look good on camera.”

 

Yu Wei: “…”

 

Is she awake or not?

 

Her confusion cleared thirty minutes later when Ji Fuyi turned around, snuggled into her arms, and lazily said:

 

“Don’t want to get up…”

 

Yu Wei: “…”

 

She thought that was the lazy moment — turns out this was only the beginning.

 

Yu Wei gently patted her back.

 

“Then don’t get up. We’re on vacation anyway.”

 

Ji Fuyi immediately replied, “Okay.”

 

Holding her, Yu Wei felt an odd sense of peace.

 

She softly asked:
“Jiejie, didn’t you say you didn’t want to get up? Then why did you go to the living room to sleep?”

 

Ji Fuyi’s sleepy voice answered slowly:

 

“Because… you weren’t there.”