Sweet Wife in My Arms

"Nope." Yan Huan laughed. She was going to surprise Yi Ling with the money; telling Yi Ling about it now would ruin the surprise.

She gently removed Yi Ling's hand from her cheek.

"Yiyi, if we strike it rich, what would you do with the money?" Yan Huan asked Yi Ling with eager, shining eyes.

Yi Ling shrugged. "Why? We don't have money right now." She spread her empty hands to emphasize her point. She was a practical person; she did not dwell on unrealistic fantasies that were nothing more than soap bubbles that would break at the slightest touch. It was better to use the time spent daydreaming on how to make more money instead.

Yan Huan tried again. "I said if we strike it rich. It's a hypothetical question."

"If we strike it rich, huh…" Yi Ling rested her chin on a hand as she allowed herself to daydream for once.

"I want a really flashy sports car. I want a house next to the ocean. I want to be able to sunbathe on the terrace and eat iced watermelon while watching the ocean. Actually, it doesn't have to be the ocean, I'd be happy with a large river, too. What a wonderful life that would be."

"What else?" Yan Huan asked again.

"What else?" Yi Ling turned to look at Yan Huan. She reached out and squeezed Yan Huan's radiant cheeks again.

"I want to see you win an Oscar for Best Actress, the award every actress alive would kill to get, and be the reigning queen of the industry."

"I'll try my best," Yan Huan said, laughing. Her eyes had curved into merry crescents, but there was a raging fire in their depths. She was thinking of her previous life, of all the things she had done, of all the time she had wasted; she had ended up feeding her life to the ungrateful dog known as Lu Qin.

She made a mental note of what Yi Ling had just told her. She knew what she would get Yi Ling once she received her share of the box office profits for Divorced.

The two women would only be able to return to Sea City after another two weeks of shooting additional scenes for the palace drama TV show. Xiao Rongrong's name had become taboo on set; no one mentioned her name if they could help it. Her scandal had been too massive for her agency to sweep under the rug, and they had dealt with the situation by icing her instead. It would take time for Xiao Rongrong to recover from her injuries, anyway, and there was no way she would be able to stage a comeback after she had recovered, not with the number of people in the industry out for her blood. No one felt sorry to see Xiao Rongrong's career come to an abrupt end.

Yan Huan's journey, on the other hand, had only just begun.

Fang Zhu walked into Lu Yi's apartment. It had been some time since her last visit. A few days after Lu Yi drove her to her university, she had received a letter from her superiors notifying her that she had been selected for a business trip to study recent developments in college management in other universities.

She had happily gone on her business trip. It was a great honor for her to bechosen; it meant that her superiors were impressed with her work.

She had immediately packed her bags after getting the letter and flown out of the city the very next day.

She had not told Lu Yi about her business trip. Lu Yi had not asked her about her sudden disappearance, either. They had not contacted each other for a week, but Fang Zhu did not think there was anything strange about their lack of communication. In her mind, this was what it meant to respect one another.

This was just the way she liked it. She did not like clingy men, and she knew for a fact that Lu Yi would never cling to her. She was happy with their relationship, but at the same time, a strange feeling of unease niggled at the back of her mind.

"Meow…"

A cat walked up to her. It stared at her with its large cat eyes.

Fang Zhu took an involuntary step backwards. She felt her scalp go numb: she hated cats, dogs, and all other creatures that had fur. She could not believe that Lu Yi had adopted this cat without asking for her opinion beforehand.

Was he not aware that she was allergic to cat fur?

Little Bean stared curiously at the nun-like woman standing before her.