Sweet Wife in My Arms

The concierge--who judged Yan Huan poor and made her pay 500 RMB as deposit-- failed to recognize her at a glance.

Yan Huan wore a grey sweater inside a light blue coat, black pants, and a pair of black boots. 　　

The attire accented her thin legs and dainty waist. Even though she was wearing a face mask, her clear and pretty eyes suggested immense beauty.

Her clothes must have cost a few thousand RMB, thought the concierge.

She was wrong, though. Yan Huan had bought everything for less than 300 RMB. Even the coat was less than 150 RMB.

What gave Yan Huan's cheap clothes their regal style was her hourglass figure and her overpowering aura. Even with her face wrapped up, Yan Huan was still Yan Huan.

From the blink of an eye, she had turned from a country bumpkin into a queen.

The concierge stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed for some time before summoning someone to inspect the rooms. And who could blame her for being shocked? The huge transformation was almost eerie!

How could a plain Jane turn into a queen in the blink of an eye? If she wasn't disfigured, the concierge would've mistaken her as Aphrodite reborn!

This wasn't some kind of prank show, was it?

The hotel staff did a quick inspection of the room and told the concierge that everything looked fine. The concierge hurriedly flipped through the logbook and found the deposit-return record. Yan Huan was the only one out of all their customers who paid 500 as deposit, so it had to be her.

For some reason, the concierge's heart palpitated, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

"Did she dirty anything?" she asked the cleaner as she came out of the room.

"No," the cleaner shook her head. Everything was clean, and it seemed as though she didn't even need to wash anything. Of course, she still had to follow protocols and wash the necessary items, but she had to say the room was very clean. Even the blankets had been folded nicely, and there wasn't a scrap of paper or trash to be found.

Yan Huan walked out of the hotel. Sea City's wind carried a unique damp odor that wasn't unpleasant to smell. The sea had also made Sea City humid all year round, and reduced the pollutants in the air. Hazes that were common in other cities during winter would only appear once in a blue moon here.

In Sea City, the air quality had always been excellent, and the water was nourishing as well. That's why there were many beauties in the Sea City, including Yan Huan, the fifth most beautiful woman in Asia.

She was proud of her city, and at the same time the pride of her city.

Yan Huan turned and felt the pouch on her luggage that contained all her assets--less than 4000 RMB. She didn't know how long she had to stay here, or whether she could go home someday.

The thought of going home made her heart twitch. She stopped in her tracks.

In truth, she was afraid of going home. She felt her face, wondering what their reactions will be when they see a dead person returning to life.

Alarm? Fear? Surprise? Or something else?

No matter what it was, she didn't think she had the courage to face it.

She found a seat on the bus and sat down. She saw herself through the reflection of the glass. Her face was masked, but her eyes were the same.

No, something was different about them.

They were full of emotions; including the hatred that had once vanished.

She clenched her hands on her lap. For an instant, the coldness in her eyes turned into a hailstorm, taking away the last trace of warmth.

Her lips curved up, pale lips hidden behind a mask.

More and more people boarded the bus, until the point where the bus was packed like sardines. The windows in the air-conditioned bus were shut tight, and the lack of ventilation gave rise to all sorts of smells.

There was the smell of garlic, garlic chives, perfume, facial products, and a fart mixed inside.

Yan Huan winced. She couldn't, and didn't want to smile.

All the smells in the world seemed to be present in one bus.

No matter how many people there were, Yan Huan remained on her seat, creating a zone that allowed no one to approach or enter.

She rode from the first stop to the last. People came and went, but she was always there.

But alas, she had to alight too, just like all the other city dwellers who boarded the bus.

Yan Huan was the only passenger when the bus reached its last stop. When the bus came to a stop, Yan Huan took her bag and alighted the bus. 　　

For an instant, as her feet touched the ground, she had the reckless urge to dash to her house. She knew the way home down to the last detail, as well as how long it would take to reach there. A year of absence had not made her forget about such things.

She always remembered the way home, no matter how long she was away and what she had been through.

But... she felt her face and walked off in the opposite direction.

She went to the place where Yi Ling and she had stayed for a few years. Every inch of that house had stood as witnesses to those times, the hardest times in their lives. She had never gone back after Yue Lun signed her, and she never thought she would be going back. Now, she learned that nothing was impossible in this world.

You'll never know where the future leads you, or where your final destination lies.