Sweet Wife in My Arms

He had asked everyone there, and they said the person who saved Xiao Guang was a gaunt woman who wore a surgical mask. She had risked her life to save Xiao Guang when a car nearly collided with him. However in the event, she had also fallen and injured herself. Nobody had paid much attention to where the woman had gone after that. They only knew that she would frequently come here to collect discarded plastic bottles and cardboard boxes to sell.

Most people had seen her before so she should be quite elderly.

However, Lu Yi did not think this was the case. After all, she could not be so agile if she was of an old age. Besides, this woman had already saved his child's life numerous times, as if she had a personal connection with them. However, she consistently avoided their attempts to meet her, as though she did not want to see them. Who in the world was she?

Ye Shuyun carried Xiao Guang into his bedroom and asked the nanny to keep an eye on him. When she came out, Lu Yi already had a notebook on his lap as he busily searched for something on the internet.

Ye Shuyun took a quick glance and saw "Sun Yuhan" in the search bar.

Is Lu Yi planning to sue her?

Ye Shuyun understood her son's mindset well. From the onset, this child of hers had a vindictive personality. It was impossible for him to put on a pleasant facade in the face of his son's killer.

He had not even given any chances to the Miao family after Old Master Lu had beaten him back then. In the end, he still sent Miao Xinyuan into the slammer.

As for this time, Ye Shuyun had no plans to stop Lu Yi. That Sun Yuhan had to be arrested, and her sentence would be decided by the law. It was fortunate that her grandson was unscathed this time, but if something had happened to him, who else could she blame?

She may have three grandchildren, but she could not bear to lose even one.

Meanwhile, in a dark, damp and dilapidated basement that smelled of mold and grime, with cockroaches and rats that would occasionally scurry across the floor.

Lu Qin was awoken by his pain and hunger.

"Finally awake?" He was greeted with a raspy voice and a surrounding that was bathed in an eerie glow. The faint light revealed a skeletal woman, and the sight of her was horrifying to witness.

Lu Qin felt an involuntary shudder course through his body. Even though he had experienced many things, he could not help but be spooked at this moment.

Humans were peculiar creatures.

They were unafraid of other humans, and did not fear the repercussions of karma either, yet somehow they would cower when faced with ghosts.

Yan Huan placed a small rechargeable light on the floor and approached him. Even though Lu Qin did not scream, his whole person quivered with tension as a light tremble wracked his body. It was obvious that the beads of perspiration from his forehead were actually cold sweat.

At this moment, a ghostly claw reached out…

Suddenly, Lu Qin's eyes bulged and enlarged. His whole body convulsed violently. More cold sweat poured from his forehead.

Under the dim yellow, or maybe white or crimson light, came an outstretched finger. It was accompanied by a howling blast of wind, eerie and chilling like it was from the depths of hell. Perhaps it was because the finger was too slender, or that its terrifying attributes had been amplified by the lamplight, it seemed truly horrifying,

The hand, no, the thing that looked like a claw had a ghastly slenderness to it as the shape of its bones protruded visibly. It prepared to claw at his face.

He tightly screwed his eyes shut while his teeth chattered together in fright.

The hand continued to reach for him. Suddenly, it grasped his hair tightly and then, with a slap, a smack landed on his face. He could feel the hand that was icy cold, held no shred of warmth and was chillingly frigid.

Is this a ghost?

Is this really a ghost?

"Ah!" He could not help but scream out. However, it was not because of the pain from the slap but because of the disturbing coldness of it.

The ghostly claw reached out toward his face once more, and he let out shrill fearful cries as he remained powerless to retaliate. His limbs were helpless due to both the tight restraints on him and the paralyzing fear for this ghost.

It was just like a malicious ghost that crawled out from the depths of hell.

At this moment, Lu Qin had forgotten about all the crimes he had committed. He may not have directly murdered anyone, nevertheless, his hands were still stained with blood.

Crooks and criminals did not fear any man or even the law. However, they were deathly afraid of ghosts.

An eerie draft brushed against his ears. The emaciated female ghost continued her onslaught of fist and kicks against him. Lu Qin had no choice but to endure the agony from this bodily abuse, as well as the dread that grew continuously in his heart.

After a while, a rag was shoved into his mouth. The ghost's frail hand brushed his face and he felt a shiver wrack his body. It was still unnaturally cold and had no warmth to it.

His face was now bruised from all the abuse. His eyes had almost swollen shut as they were practically just two slits in his huge distended and beaten face. His vision was blurry and he could not even open his eyelids properly. Then, the female ghost picked up the light, and when it illuminated her face, only a pair of emotionless black eyes stared back whereas everything else was covered and obscured. Her eyes were like two black pinholes, as hollow as they were dark.

A thud resounded as the door slammed shut. Lu Qin who was inside trembled with fear as he struggled to form words.

Outside, the raging wind blew on. It whipped against the edges of a woman's shirt. She placed her hands against her mouth and gently exhaled a breath of hot air into them.

The temperature dropped once more. Would she get frostbites again this year, or would her fingers turn just as icy cold as the weather? She had started to lose the feeling in her fingers again.

Once more, she blew some hot air into her palms and then turned around to depart. Nobody knew that there was a man hidden in this dilapidated warehouse at this moment. That man was Lu Qin, someone who just won the award for International Best Actor.

It did not matter whether he was Lu Qin or Best Actor Lu. Either way, he had still been beaten into a pulp like the dog he was. There was absolutely no hope for his escape. Perhaps by the time someone discovered his whereabouts, he would already be a decomposed corpse.

The woman turned around. Her body looked impossibly frail in the weak light. The cloth that had previously obscured her face was blown away by the wind and now laid on the ground. Her exposed face was just as gaunt as the remainder of her body, but it's beauty was still obvious. Its loveliness was only diminished by the ghastly scar that disfigured half her face.