Sweet Wife in My Arms

Fang Zhu gave Lei Qingyi a cold look. He was quite embarrassed and hastened to explain. "The atmosphere isn't anything special but it's delicious hot pot, we come here to eat often."

Fang Zhu didn't say anything. She pushed her glasses up higher on her face. Then she sat down and put her bag on her thigh.

Lei Qingyi rolled his eyes in his head, Did you come here to eat or to assume an air of superiority? Anyone who married this kind of woman would be in trouble, but she was his best friend's girlfriend, and might be his wife in the future. He felt that Lu Yi would be better off if he married a man than if he married her.

Lei Qingyi ordered the hot pot and some side dishes, he hadn't come here in a long time and he was craving this food, so he had asked Lu Yi to join him. He thought that since today was the weekend Lu Yi could relax a little bit, but the woman insisted on coming with him. It doesn't matter if you want to come along, but please don't dislike this or avoid it. If you really mind then piss off now.

Of course, he just only complained in his head, he dared not say anything aloud.

"Gee, that's..." Lei Qingyi's eyes lit up, guess who he saw? "Lu Yi, Lu Yi, have a look, that's the girl who played the Little Golden Silkworm."

Lei Qingyi pointed at Yan Huan.

His voice was too loud and Yan Huan had heard it, when she looked up she met a pair of black eyes, coldness, iciness, like the moment you walk into an air-conditioned room in the summer.

It was cold.

She moved her eyes away and they fell on a woman all in black. Ah, the old nun is here as well.

She picked up her chopsticks and continued to eat, she was in an extremely dark mood.

Lei Qingyi blinked his eyes and felt like he was talking too much. Oh yes, I forgot, stars always keep a low profile, they don't want people to recognize them. Maybe they won't even admit they're a celebrity.

But he knew, and he would ask her to sign her autograph when they came out.

However... she also looked like someone else he had seen before. Was he had mistaken? But it was impossible, there were no women in the world who looked totally alike.

"Lu Yi, am I mistaken, or is she the one you saved last time?" He wasn't sure, and questioned Lu Yi directly.

Fang Zhu couldn't help grasping the bag on her thigh tightly when she heard that, was there something that she didn't know?

"You have the wrong person," Lu Yi said drily as he took a bottle of water and drank it. He looked extremely calm and exuded an aura of iciness.

"Really?"

Lei Qingyi felt strange, obviously she was the person, so should he ask for her autograph?

He did not give up and looked at the table again, but he met a pair of eyes that flashed with anger. He felt at a loss. What's going on? What did I do to offend them?

Both the old hag and young man stared at him though he had done nothing wrong.

He looked at the other table again. Maybe she wasn't Yan Huan, as she had come here with her partner. But he couldn't figure it out, the woman who looked like Yan Huan had a unique taste and chose a sissy to be her boyfriend.

A man with effeminate features that couldn't carry a load on his shoulders or in his hand, a total sissy, he was a discredit to all men.

The most Lei Qingyi hated in his life was that little man.

Yi Ling was so angry that she nearly threw her chopsticks under the table, slammed her fists on it and stepped up to scold him, "Fuck you! What did I do to provoke you?"

But in the end, she just put up with it. Humph! A lady doesn't fight with men, and not to mention we're in public.

"Sigh..." Lei Qingyi shook his head. "Where did she find a young man who was neither masculine nor feminine."

Blue veins stood out on Yi Ling's arms, she lowered her head, clenched her teeth, and looked at her chest. You asshole! I have boobs! I am a woman!

"Eat your food." Yan Huan put some food in Yi Ling's bowl. "We're going to the set tomorrow, if you don't eat now and satisfy your craving, it's going to take a couple of months before you can eat it again."

Yi Ling quickly picked up her chopsticks and continued to eat when she heard her.

Yes, of course I'll eat, otherwise I can't eat it for a long time. Damn you fool, I will remember you.

Yan Huan was eating her food and didn't look up again, as if she didn't know the people at the other table, but she felt bad, like she had a load on her conscious.　　

Some people still walked the path of their previous lives, like Lu Yi, but some people had a different path, like Yan Huan.

But no matter which way, they walked in different paths throughout.

Yi Ling rubbed her abdomen, she was so full. Her appetite was much better without thinking about those people she hated. Yes, that's it. Why should I spoil my appetite for those irrelevant people?

Yan Huan packed her things and rose to her feet.

She paid the bill the bill at the counter. The boss took a glances at her and praised in his head, She's so beautiful. And it was not until she became famous and the boss remembered that Yan Huan had eaten hot pot in his shop. Then he beat his breast and stamped his feet in sorrow, why didn't he ask for her autograph at that time so he could hang it on the wall? So that he could say, "This is the hot pot that movie star Yan Huan had eaten before." Then, his business would be booming.

But who could know it before?

Yes, who could know?

When they came out, the wind that blew outside was cold, and they could sense the passage of a season. Winter was coming.

"Winter is coming, Huanhuan."

"Yes, winter is coming soon." Yan Huan rubbed her hands together.

"But we will have a good winter this year," said Yi Ling confidently. "We have a heater at home, it won't be cold anymore, and you won't have to cry in the winter."

Yan Huan smiled and said nothing in reply.

After Yan Huan's mother passed away, they had gone through the hardest time. They didn't have money and thus, they hurried from one performance to another and lived in their rented house without any heat. In the winter, sometimes, Yan Huan had to shoot the play with her arms naked and even jump into icy water. It was hard to be an actor, but it was even harder to be a double.