Sweet Wife in My Arms

Qin Xiaoyue went straight to Old Master Lu to tell the entire family. She planned to lash out on them in a teary fit before him and accuse them of showing no concern about whether Lu Qin was dead or alive.

However, she got chased out by the security guards before she could even see him. They claimed that Old Master Lu was feeling under the weather and he could not afford to meet any guests.

Qin Xiaoyue was dumbfounded. She was not just anyone but Qin Xiaoyue, Lu Qin's mother! Now that Lu Qin is missing, is Old Master Lu, his grandfather, going to just ignore the issue?

Qin Xiaoyue stood in the garden and waited for half a day before she scurried off while cursing to herself.

"Well, what did she say?"

Old Master Lu was playing with the tea set he acquired from his son without batting an eyelid. Anyone who heard his question would be able to construct the underlying reason behind him asking Ye Shuyun about this.

Qin Xiaoyue was always a person who never knew to appreciate favors. She would take other people's help for granted after achieving her own goals. On the other hand, she would not hold back on the harsh words she used on someone when her goals were not met, she could even call others useless and lazy. As of now, Old Master Lu's refusal to meet her only induced a belittling scoff from her.

She would scold the living cr*p out of someone using every offensive word one could think to the extent of unbearable.

"She said..." The guard scratched his head and could not seem to find a way to form his sentence.

"Just say it," Old Master Lu continued playing with the teacup. This teacup was really something extraordinary. It was an authentic piece of antique, even better than the set he broke before. There were still a couple more sets at his son's place and he should perhaps retrieve a few more of it to add to his own collection when he has the time. But then again, that son of his was a petty person, taking one little item from him would be like skinning his flesh off. Could it be that he could not take them just because he was his father? All these things were going to be returned to his son when he was dead anyway, who knows how much longer could he live?

"Boss, can you please put that tea set down?" The guard had to remind Old Master Lu with caution as his boss had a bad history of throwing stuff and bashing whatever he could lay his hands on whenever he was mad. Whenever he started throwing, anything could get involved, including that antique collection that could have easily cost a fortune on the market.

He was genuinely terrified that this tea set would be destroyed.

Old Master Lu set the teacup down and sat there with a hint of guilt. The guard's words seemed to have shaken him.

The guard quickly picked up the tea set and hid it in the cabinet. He took a bowl along while he returned and placed it on the table. You should throw this instead as this is something that I can get more of at any time. You can throw as much as you want, it is only worth a few bucks. Boss could probably afford to smash more than a thousand of these.

The guard let out a deep breath, "Boss, I shall speak now."

"Sure." Old Master Lu raised his gaze, "Go ahead."

"Second Madam called you an old prick and wondered why you are still alive. She said that your sons are already adults, yet you're still living well and it disgusts her. Your grandson went missing but you don't seem worried at all and you are meant to be scolded for as long as you are still alive."

Old Master Lu's expression twisted into a contorted mess as the guard went on. He grabbed the bowl on the table and the guard immediately jumped aside. He looked for a safe spot and stood still as he wanted to be sure not to get smashed on the head by the bowl.

In the end, Old Master Lu held and played with the bowl for a while, felt weird about it and thought that it was kind of stupid before he threw it back onto the table.

"Take it away."

The guard quickly took the bowl with surprise. Why is Boss in such a good mood today? He stopped himself from throwing things! Actually, it had nothing to do with Old Master Lu's mood, his temper had never been good his entire life and it somehow got worse as he aged. The reason he had not gotten mad or thrown the bowl was probably because he knew what kind of person Qin Xiaoyue was. If nice words like wishes for him to have a blessed and long life came out of her mouth, he might actually throw those bowls for real.

As for Lu Qin's disappearance, he knew about it but he did not care. Since Lu Jin was around, no matter how reluctant he was, he would still care about Lu Qin's life at the very least.

It had been three days since Lu Qin was declared missing.

Lu Qin thought that he had been dead this whole time but every time he opened his eyes and regained consciousness, he knew that he was still alive and not dead yet. However, he would be just a few steps away from death if he stayed in this condition.

That 'ghost' visited him once a day and it would hit him with its cold hands. He had no idea how badly he was injured, but one thing he knew for sure was that he could not open his eyes nor move his mouth.

He tried to speak, but what came out of his throat was no more than just a hoarse voice.

The door cracked open with a creak, introducing a strong breeze from hell and the sound of footsteps against the floor. Creak creak...

Is this a human or a ghost? If it is a human being, what could explain such an icy cold body temperature? But if it is a ghost, where did the sound of the footsteps come from?

The light trickling in from outside was a blur. She could barely make out the figure of the man crouched in a corner like a dog.

The corners of Yan Huan's rosy lips curved upward slightly, forming an expression that resembled a smile. She did not feel the thrill of revenge, it was more like relief, like something had been lifted off her. The hatred from her past was finally settled.

She walked over while grabbing a broken chair. Dragging the chair on the ground, a long line trailed after its broken edges on the floor.

Just die. It will be the next one's turn after this.

At that moment, not even a twinge of emotion could be seen in Yan Huan's eyes. It was as if she had lost all senses and became a walking zombie. Whatever was left in her eyes and mind was nothing but her hatred from the past.

She raised the chair up high. Her wrists appeared so slim and fragile, but she still managed to raise that bulky chair. The hatred from the past shall end as soon as she slams that chair down.

Deep down, she knew that this was the dumbest and worst way to seek revenge. She knew that she was only damaging herself by injuring her enemies. However, she had no other choice. All these people led such perfect lives, Su Muran, Lu Qin, and Sun Yuhan. Lu Qin had Su Muran at first, but when she was later left half alive, he found Sun Yuhan, and Sun Yuhan had the Ye family supporting her from behind. With her state right now, this was the only way she could think of. She would pretend that she was dead and presume that she had used her death to remove their enemies for the sake of Lu Yi and their three children. As long as these people were gone, the entire world would be cleansed and safety would be restored.

As she was about to plunge the chair downward, the door was pushed open with a bang and the chair in her hands paused abruptly in the air.