Sweet Wife in My Arms

Su Qingdong shivered involuntarily as for the first time, he could not predict this woman's intention, even though he had lived half of his life, seen and experienced everything.

Yan Huan picked up the glass of fruit juice on the table and took a sip.

She pinched the straw in the glass lightly with her fingers and raised her red lips slightly. She was an actress, a good actress indeed. Hence she knew precisely how to torture a person's mind.

Su Qingdong had never killed anyone before, except one, which was Yan Huan.

Imagine that when you firmly believed that the person you accidentally killed had already died, so you thought that everything was over and you started to forget about it.

Somehow, someday, this person showed up alive before you out of nowhere, like a demon crawled out from hell. How could you still sleep in peace?

"Yan Huan, what do you really want?" This was the third time Su Qingdong asked this question. He took a long and deep breath. No matter what she wanted, he would give it to her, as long as she would keep her mouth shut and keep that incident as a secret forever.

The Su family was unable to withstand torture like this. He could not be accused of murdering someone, let alone Su Muran being accused of stealing other people's blood and drawing their marrow against their will.

"What do I want?" Yan Huan raised her red lips lightly. "What does Mister Su think that I can get from the Su family, something that I don't have?"

Money, she had plenty. Power, her family did not lack that. Oh right, she could use a father.

It was funny, because if she had a father like Su Qingdong, she would rather be popped out from a stone.

"Mister Su..." Yan Huan put down the glass suddenly. Her voice was so calm, like a peaceful lake. It was originally silent and delicate, but was then covered by a layer of snow.

"Tell me, have you ever dreamt of me? Have you ever dreamt of my screams when my bone marrow was drawn by you forcefully and then shoved into the Sea River? How merciless, shameless, and heartless you were when I begged you. Mister Su, I'm back now."

Su Qingdong's whole body froze. He had a handful of cold sweat in his palm, his fingers were shaking unconsciously and even his forehead was covered with sweat.

He looked as if he was having a nightmare.

Yan Huan picked up the glass again. Compared to Su Qingdong's nervousness, Yan Huan was like a cat at the moment, playing with the mouse in her hands. If she did not make him as miserable as she could, she was not Yan Huan.

"How would you keep your mouth shut?" Su Qingdong's gaze was filled with gloominess as he tried to show her the ruthless character he had established in the market. However, it was a shame that he was facing Yan Huan instead of someone else.

Yan Huan was afraid of everything, except of threats. Especially when she was Su Qingdong's debtee.

"Mister Su, if I were you..." She paused, then continued slowly, "I think I'll watch my tone. This isn't how a person should behave when he's begging for help."

The last sentence made Su Qingdong's face turn dark. She was right, he was indeed begging for help. Meanwhile, a hint of murderous intention flashed across his eyes. He had a gut feeling that Yan Huan should not be kept alive. She was not being considerate and she would never give them a chance to negotiate.

All performers are heartless.

Yan Huan too, was untrustable.

"Mister Su, do you want to kill me again?" Yan Huan smiled, only her smile was as cold as the frost in the ice.

"Mister Su, something that had happened once before will not repeat itself. Since I managed to come back and sit right in front of you, don't think that I came unprepared."

"I've prepared the things that needed to be prepared and done with the arrangements that were necessary. Just like Mister Su, I'm not a good person as well." Yan Huan came forward, her graceful eyes were dead cold all the while.

Her voice was like a curse, piercing through Su Qingdong's ears and began buzzing in his head.

"Mister Su, do you really think that Su Muran could be rest assured without anxiety after getting my bone marrow? Do you really think that my bone marrow could keep her alive forever? Ha…" She began laughing behind her hands.

"Mister Su, aren't you afraid that it will relapse?"

Su Qingdong had experienced a lot of difficulties and hardships throughout half of his life. However, this was the first time he met someone like Yan Huan. As if she could predict the future, she left him no choice but to run away. He was no match for her at all.

Initially, he wanted to negotiate with her, but in the end, he failed. This was because he knew that negotiating was pointless, Yan Huan would not accept the conditions at all. No one could possibly understand her intention right now. Just like how she had accepted Yan Hua to be in the drama, her purpose was none other than Su Muran.

Wishing to live peacefully after condemning her to death? There would not be such an easy task in this world.

If they wanted to live with a peaceful mind, they had to ask if Yan Huan was willing to let them go and if she agreed with it first.

In the following days, she went to set as usual. During her free time, she would pressure Su Muran and Sun Yuhan, making Su Muran as anxious as possible. As for Sun Yuhan, Yan Huan was doing it for fun. She did not have any deep hatred for her. In other words, as long as her life was not threatened, she would not take it to heart. As for why she was against Sun Yuhan, it was just because she was an eyesore to Yan Huan.

Was that reason sufficient?

Yan Huan placed her hands under the water tap and washed her hands. As the water splash hit on her fingers softly, she felt kind of cold, but she did not mind as she had been through something even colder.

After she was done, she took out a piece of tissue paper from the side to dry her hands.

As she was about to head out, she saw a person's silhouette, which was kind of strange.

Her curiosity was not as strong as she was not someone who liked to watch the scene of bustle. However, the silhouette seemed familiar, it seemed like Lu Qin.

She hesitated for a while before deciding to follow the silhouette.

Meanwhile, Lu Qin hid in a bush when he found no one around. He then took out something from his pocket that made his fingers shake with ecstasy. He was so excited and greed was written all over his face.

Apparently, he was holding a cigarette. He lit it up and sat on the ground before he started smoking bit by bit. The first time he smoked, he wanted so much to breathe in the secondary smoke. As if he was half awake and half dreaming, the corner of his lips curved up. With this dreamy smile on his face, he was smoking delightfully little by little.