Sweet Wife in My Arms

Before she could finish her sentence, Yan Huan turned around casually. Jin Gen's mother's finger froze midair. Yan Huan wore a silver fox fur coat that accented her dainty features and a pair of sapphire earrings. Village folks like Jin Gen's mother had no idea what her earrings were made of, but the gleam from it dazzled her eyes. The finger-thick gold chain she wore paled in comparison. Not only that, she could tell at a glance that the fox fur Yan Huan wore was authentic.

The woman had a small face and white—almost pale—skin, as unblemished, smooth and fragile as white porcelain.

She regarded Jin Gen's mother coolly. Jin Gen's mother hovered her finger midair awkwardly, unsure if she should put it down. She did it in the end, and immediately hid her finger behind herself.

"Where's that little bitch Xiao Yan?" demanded Jin Gen's mother, rolling up her sleeves and putting her hands on her hips. "Hey! I'm asking you where's that little bitch?"

Liu Fang's mother had every urge of chasing the unwanted guest out. Her hands tightened around the broomstick in her hand, wishing she could give whoop that menacing, loathful face.

Yan Huan patted the soft fur at her arms. She had worn the silver fox fur coat since it was colder up in the mountains. The air in the room stilled. No one said a word.

"I'm asking…" said Jin Gen's mother, breaking the silence.

Before she could finish her sentence, a chilly voice cut in.

"Looking for me?"

"Not you, I'm looking for that…"

Her shrill voice suddenly died down, as though someone had put their hands around her neck and taken the air out of her.

Yan Huan turned around and leaned back against her chair. Her silky hands were the definition of perfection. On one of her fingers was a ring with a large gemstone embedded in it. Given her looks and refined air, Jin Gen's mother judged it was most likely real.

Of course, it was indeed real. All of them. Despite the sky-high value of her outfit and accessories, they weren't even a fraction of her net worth. She had not worn them to flaunt her wealth either; she simply picked the set at random.

The woman had sharp chins, and large, attractive bright eyes. Her beautiful face was a little aloof, but that wouldn't stop it from hooking any man's soul. To be exact, it was more than a little aloof. It was cold. Freezing even. She was an icy beauty that discouraged anyone from approaching her. A curious person would die to have a touch of her smooth, porcelain skin, just to see how it felt like.

Yan Huan raised her hand and covered half her face. With her current appearance, she looked worlds apart from Xiao Yan. No one would be able to link the two identities together.

However, the Xiao Yan in her became much more apparent once she split her face into half. She had been living in the village for nearly a year after all. Changsheng's mother had arrived as well. Neither of the two intruders recognized her, but they found familiarity in Yan Huan's figure. She hadn't put on much weight, despite Lu Yi's ardent efforts. Her metabolism was probably even better than Xunxun.

"It's you?!" screeched Jin Gen's mother.

Changsheng's mother made a face.

Yan Huan lifted the bowl of water and drank. In the village, people did not have cups, so they used bowls or gourd ladles.

Yan Huan had lived here, so she didn't mind such things. Even so, it was odd to see someone so well dressed drinking from a thick and coarse bowl.

"Sister Xiao Yan!" called Liu Fang as she ran into the room. That removed any doubts of Yan Huan being Xiao Yan. Liu Fang's mother shot her a warning look.

Liu Fang stuck her tongue out and quickly went to her mother's side, playing with her fingers quietly.

It's fine. Yan Huan exhaled softly and set down the bowl. She wouldn't be here if she had the intention to hide her identity. If that's what she wanted, she could very well have donated anonymously.

She wasn't the kind of person to admit to crimes she had never done.

The bowl touched the table with a soft bang. The sound was like a playful cat that scratched on the hearts of everyone present.

"I am Xiao Yan," said Yan Huan, facing the two interlopers. "I am the woman who winded up in your village a year ago. I remember very clearly who had treated me well and who had done me wrong."

Jin Gen's mother had the grace to look ashamed. To her, Yan Huan's words were a slap on the face. Back then, many of the villagers had been helpful towards Xiao Yan, while she was the only one who treated her like trash.

"I was the one who built the roads," said Yan Huan evenly. "and gave you all electricity. And I was the one who hired the experts, so," she glanced at Jin Gen's mother. "You won't be getting any of it."

"What right do you have to exclude me?" shouted Jin Gen's mother, bristling at being told she was excluded. Yan Huan picked up her bowl and drank measuredly.

"Well," she put down the bowl and traced its brim with a finger. "It's my money, and I don't like your face."

She clapped back at Jin Gen's mother without showing any respect. Yes, there was no reason. She simply disliked her. Was that good enough a reason?

Just as Jin Gen's mother was about to get nasty, Yan Huan flung the bowl at the ground. The bowl landed with a loud thud. Jin Gen's mother wilted.

In the village, she always had things her way since none of the villagers fought back. But now, when faced with someone fiercer, she turned into a coward. In other words, she was a typical bully.

And now, the tables have turned. Yan Huan wasn't the Xiao Yan she could freely bully anymore; she could crush her with a single finger.