Sweet Wife in My Arms

"Careful!" Before Huang Mengmeng's voice could fall, Yan Huan stopped her movements. A sharp noise of wind swished by her ear, and there was a slam, and a woman's scream.

She turned around, Miao Xinyuan was lying on her stomach, her buttocks were in the air, and she ate a mouthful of dirt. Lu Yi put down his leg and put his hand at his back.

"All of you," she said to the other female soldiers, "Dismissed."

Yan Huan took her own clothes and wore it, but she glimpsed at Huang Mengmeng, giving her a thumbs up. Yan Huan smiled at her, as if releasing all the hurt she had received in the past few days.

But the injuries were worth it.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, so one must persevere until the time is right.

Don't underestimate any single opponent, even one that looks powerless.

The door was open, and the cold wind blew in along with the snow onto everybody. At that moment, everyone felt the cold biting into their skin, faces, their hearts, and even the memory of what happened just now.

Other than Huang Mengmeng, the rest of the female soldiers seemed to be afraid of Yan Huan.

Everyone but her left. She stood still, allowing the falling snow to land on her face, in her eyes, and on her neck. The cold was quite satisfying.

She inhaled big gulps of the outside air, as if allowing the snow to wash over the ashes on her body.

Buddha said, these temporary beauty can only cover the worldly eye, nothing is as beautiful as a pure heart. I have given it to every woman, but someone has dusted it with ashes.

Buddha said, you are not pitiful when you know you are lost, but when you do not.

Another snow fell into her eyes. She blinked her eyes, and suddenly, it was stuck onto her heart.

Creak. The door was opened. She could still feel the cold sting on her face. So the winter snow is this cold. But even if a lifetime has passed, or two, the air that caresses her skin will still be the chilly winter.

Someone put a shirt around her shoulder. A familiar warmth wrapped around her heart and body. She turned around and saw Miao Xinyuan still lying on her stomach. She could still hear her heart-wrenching cries.

Yan Huan had no pity for her.

Maybe Lady Mary or Lady Guanyin would.

But she wasn't them. She would be a fool to pity her enemy.

Forgiving your enemies means being cruel to yourself. If she had pitied her today, she might not be pitied in return another day.

"Let's go." Lu Yi held her hand tightly. It was still a big, dry, palm. No matter when, it would warm her heart.

In the hospital.

This was the second time Miao Xinyuan was hospitalized. She was hurt all over, and her shoulders were fractured a little. It was obvious how heavy the kick was.

"You did this?" a military leader asked.

"Yes," Lu Yi admitted.

""She's a woman."

"And a soldier," Lu Yi interjected the doctor, "I will sue her at court-martial," Lu Yi spoke calmly, but it almost made the people around him vomit out a litre of blood.

They have never seen someone as shameless as him.

His victim was still crying in pain, but the assailant declares he's going to sue her.

Miao Xinyuan was stupefied, the blood on her face was drained away quickly. Lu Yi was a prosecutor. He's an expert in suing someone.

In Miao Xinyuan's case, he has at least 10 ways to get rid of her military position.

Even still, she was a victim.

The leaders were still unclear about the events. All they saw was Miao Xinyuan on the hospital bed, while Lu Yi was healthy and unscathed. And if Miao Xinyuan weren't Elder Miao's granddaughter, she wouldn't have been able to enter the new camp. Now they have to be accountable for her lying on a bed in the hospital. They have to investigate the truth of the whole matter and give Elder Miao an explanation.

But now, the victim became the plaintiff. This absurd change was, well, inconceivable.

"I'll sue her on criminal charge."

Lu Yi declared plainly while fishing out something from his pocket. It was a small USB thumb drive. "I will investigate the claims of Instructor Miao performing potentially life-threatening actions on her trainees during training sessions."

Miao Xinyuan's angle, strength, and methods were all aimed at Yan Huan's head. If it weren't for him blocking it, Yan Huan's head would've been smacked to the ground. Even now, his whole body would tremble thinking of the probable consequences.

If anything happened to Yan Huan, he would definitely kill somebody.

And Miao Xinyuan would never be forgiven.

"Well..." The leader did not know what more to say. Lu Yi was a prosecutor of the Sea City, not a nameless nobody. And compared to the Miao family, the Lu family was stronger. Moreover, the Lus had the support of the Ye family and the Lei family. Even neglecting their background, they were powerless to stop Lu Yi's prosecution of Miao Xinyuan.

This time, Miao Xinyuan was totally clueless of the deep trouble she was in. Not only did she cause herself to be hospitalized, she was also charged criminally. Ignoring her military position, she could not imagine the punishment she'd receive from court-martial.

Lu Yi walked outside with the several leaders.

The few following behind did not know what to say. What could they say?

They all looked at Instructor Huang, hoping for a statement. Miao Xinyuan would most likely say nothing, and don't even dream about making Lu Yi talk.

Instructor Huang shrugged.

Okay, I'll do it, but it was quite complicated.

She showed them the CCTV records of the past few days. Trusting all the leaders to understand the situation.

She turned off the computer. Everyone understood it. If they couldn't read between the lines, they couldn't have stayed here this long.

Some things were simple. One look was all it took to understand. The actions were plain as day.

Miao Xinyuan was obviously bullying a female soldier, but she was knocked down by the soldier instead. This was humiliating enough, but usually, she should reflect on this, and improve herself. But she did not. Her movement at the end obviously proved her intent to murder. Was it impulsive? Was it intentional? Regardless, her motives were no longer pure.