Sweet Wife in My Arms

Outside the study, Yan Huan put her hand on the doorknob and tried twisting it, but the door was locked tight. She bit her lip and squinted.

She scanned around with bloodshot eyes. Intimidated by the look in her eyes, the nanny took a step backward.

The security officer struggled up and called the police through a walkie-talkie.

Yan Huan glanced at him, moved back and raised her leg.

"Not the door!" shrieked the nanny in terror. She was on the verge of fainting.

Thump! She kicked the door open.

"Ah...!" screamed the nanny. There Lu Yi was, all bloodied and covered in wounds as Lu Sr.'s whip rained down at him.

The sight of Yan Huan only angered Lu Sr. more.

"Who gave you permission to come in?" he yelled. He lashed his whip at her, unbothered by the fact that she was a woman.

Lu Yi swirled around and threw himself before Yan Huan. The air smelled like blood.

"You alright?" asked Lu Yi, pressing Yan Huan's face against his chest. He dared not imagine what the strike would have done to Yan Huan's white skin had it landed.

Trembling in rage, Lu Sr. struck again. Yan Huan reached out and caught the whip with her hand. It hurt like crazy at the moment of contact.

Blood trickled down from the gaps between her fingers, yet she didn't utter so much as a grunt.

She stared at Lu Sr. dead in the eyes with fiery defiance.

What kind of mother could give birth to a shameless woman like her? So he said.

She was destined to be a failure for the rest of her life. So he said.

Filthy blood will always be coursing through her body. So he said.

He can insult her, scold her, and look down on her all he wanted, but she wouldn't have him berating her mother. In her previous life, she endured his chastising--for Lu Qin, and for herself. She had to survive in the Lu Family and not get chased out.

Whatever came, she took it all like a punching bag.

However, in the end, she came to realize that her cowardice only made people think less of her.

She tightened her grip on the whip, a whip with barbs that bit into her palms. As though impervious to the pain, she glared at Lu Sr. with wild eyes. If the saying glaring daggers' could be taken literally, Lu Sr. would be a block of cheese by now.

For Lu Sr., it was the first time he had ever seen such hateful eyes--it was as though she had accumulated her hatred for him for a few lifetimes.

"Let go, Huanhuan," said Lu Yi, taken aback. He put his hands around Yan Huan's wrists, moving slowly and cautiously, afraid that she would tighten her fist more and hurt herself further. 　

"Come on, be a good girl. Let go," Lu Yi tried to pluck her fingers away from the whip, but she tightened her grip. Blood pitter-pattered on the ground. A pool of blood soon formed.

His eyes reddened.

He dared not touch her at all now. The more he did, the more she would resist and hurt herself.

That was when a detail of police officers rushed in.

"Make way, make way..." said Ye Shuyun, elbowing her way through the crowd. As soon as she got closer, she could smell the thick stench of blood in the air. When she finally got past them, what she saw made her freeze up in fear.

Her son was covered in blood from face to body, and her daughter-in-law was holding onto the whip with deadset determination, blood trickling down her fingers.

Ah!!!

Ye Shuyun shrieked and passed out, falling backward.

"Let go, Dad!" Lu Jin shouted at Lu Sr. as he reached out and caught Ye Shuyun.

"Are you trying to kill them? Am I not your real son? Is the kid from the Miao Family your real son? That seems to be the case seeing how you are treating his daughter like treasure and my son as trash!"

General Lu Jin's eyes were bloodshot. He supported his fainted wife in one hand and looked at Lu Yi, his recognizability impeded by the cloak of blood.

Lu Sr.'s hand trembled. The whip fell to the ground.

There, there, Huanhuan. Let go already, everything's alright now.

Lu Yi embraced Yan Huan and gripped her wrist firmly, trying to remove the whip from her hand. This barbed whip had been the one Lu Sr. used during the war. And what happens when the barb touches skin? It bit and tore through skin and flesh. It hurt. Hurt like crazy.

Everything's alright now. Yan Huan turned her face around. She could not even feel the pain by now. She finally let go, then reached out and touched his face.

"Oh no, you are bleeding. Does it hurt? Why are you bleeding so much, why..." her vision was getting blurry. She could no longer hear or see properly, but she could make out the blood of life gushing down from Lu Yi's face.

They had the same blood.

RH-negative AB blood. They cannot bleed. Absolutely not. It's too rare.

"What do we do? I can't stop the bleeding," she tried to wipe away his blood, but more and more blood was oozing out.

Lu Yi suddenly knelt down and hugged her tightly. She didn't know, not the slightest clue, that the blood wasn't his, but hers. Suddenly, he felt a lump in his throat. He held the woman that was one with him closer.

He cried. Tears mixed with blood trickled down his face.　

"You happy now, Dad?" This was the first time Lu Jin saw his son cry. Unlike other kids, Lu Yi never showed much emotion when he was little. Once he was capable of thinking, he had never shown many emotions. He had incredibly high IQ but tremendously low EQ. He didn't know how to get along with girls and knew nothing of romance, so he never had much luck in love.

That didn't mean he was incapable of loving. He never loved because he never met the right one.

Right now, everyone was in a daze.

"What are you waiting for?" Lu Jin hollered at the security officer. "Call the damn ambulance!"

Snapping out of it, the police officers quickly called the ambulance and cleared out the area.