Sweet Wife in My Arms

In the past, people might have only liked Yan Huan for her appearance, but this time they had all fallen for her. The ones who disliked her began noticing her, the ones who knew of her turned fans, and fans became fanatics.

Yan Huan's Weibo post was reposted like crazy. No one could badmouth her at this point.

The roads were opened up 56 hours after the Serene City earthquake, and supplies began being transported over by bulk, along with search parties, medical staff, rescue dogs, and high-tech medical supplies.

Rows of prefabs were rapidly set up, and casualties finally had a place to rest and avoid the rain. Troops were also rushing over, but no matter how much resources they had, it never seemed enough.

The more they saved, the more that died.

The golden period for rescue was almost over, and they were racing against time to save every potential survivor from death himself.

Yan Huan took a bottle of water and gulped it down, leaning against the wall with inexplicable weariness at her drooping eyelashes.

That was when someone who smelled like summer grass stopped before her. A familiar smell. Yan Huan's hand tightened around the bottle as she looked up and found Lu Yi standing before her. His strong, determined, and serious face was like always. Nothing had changed about him.

Lu Yi stepped forward, wiping Yan Huan's face with his sleeves and combing her hair with his fingers. Yan Huan smiled, but tears rolled down by themselves.

"Aren't you a hero now? Heros shouldn't cry so easily," said Lu Yi, wiping away her tears with his thumb. The more he wiped, the dirtier her face became. Soon, she was looking like a silly cat with large whiskers. Yan Huan used her own sleeves to carefully clean his face, but she couldn't wipe off the dirt no matter how hard she tried.

"Why are you here?" asked Yan Huan, repressing the sadness from being unable to clean her face properly. Wasn't this place off-limits to volunteers? It's dangerous here in the epicenter after all.

"Why not? You and Dad are both here."

People of the Lu Family never feared death. Not like they were the type to die easily.

Yan Huan tugged at her clothes. "I'm dirty."

"My Huanhuan is the cleanest," said Lu Yi as he pulled his frail and miserable-looking woman into his chest. At that moment, he felt as though he had regained his missing piece.

His life was complete again.

"We'll be home again soon," said Lu Yi, patting her shoulders gently. He could care less about how dirty she was, or how many days she had gone by without showering or freshening up.

"Mhm," whimpered Yan Huan. The lump in her throat was formed by inexpressible sorrow.

Lu Jin was busy overseeing and commanding a rescue group, the original group that had survived. After a few days of Lu Jin's training, they were no less efficient at what they were doing than trained troops.

The potential of humans are limitless—you'll never know what you can do and how far you can push yourself until you find yourself in desperate straits.

"Dad!" Lu Yi called out to Lu Jin who was standing beside a pile of debris.

Lu Yi's fierce eyes reddened at the sight of his son.

"What are you standing around for? Get in here."

"Coming," answered Lu Yi, rolling his sleeves up and throwing himself into the rescue effort.

The roads were now open, the emergency supplies had arrived, and prefabs were still being propped up. It began raining, heavy rain, again these days, but no matter since the roofed houses provided adequate shelter for the casualties. The ones with slight injuries all helped with whatever they could, and the heavily-wounded were successively being sent to local hospitals via helicopter.

Lu Yi put his phone to his ear. "Rest assured, Uncle, we have found the brat. Dad was the one who dug him out from the debris. He broke a leg, but other than that is fine. Nothing had happened to his pretty face either."

Ye Chuji was fuming at the other end, his voice like crackling thunder. Anyone standing near him could have gotten zapped.

"Why didn't he die? He should die! Good that he broke a leg! Saves me the effort from doing it myself! Skipping lessons to go on vacations and almost getting himself killed. When he comes back, I'm going to break his other leg as well."

Lu Yi moved the phone away and placed it before Ye Xinyu.

He had found out about Ye Xinyu from Yan Huan. His objective for coming, apart from finding Yan Huan and Lu Jin, was to find the troublemaker Ye Xinyu.

Thank goodness he was alive. Thank goodness he only broke one leg.

One leg for now.

Lu Jin gave Ye Xinyu a long face, as he had been doing for the past few days. Poor Ye Xinyu had to suffer his uncle's wrath for the past few days, beaten almost to a pulp, and what awaited him at home was his father who vowed to break his leg.

Ye Xinyu felt like crying when he thought about the legless fate that awaited him. It was too much.

What he didn't hear was the sigh of relief Ye Chuji heaved when he hung up. Of course, he was cracking his knuckles at the same time.

"Did they find him?" asked Ye Sr. who was standing behind him without his knowledge.

Taken aback, Ye Chuji turned over. "When did you come here, Dad? Found who?" he feigned ignorance. It had never been part of his plan to let the Ye Sr. know about this.

Ye Sr. was an old man, and old people couldn't handle shocks well. Previously, when trouble came to the Ye Family, Ye Sr. almost died from the shock-induced illness. If something happened to Ye Xinyu this time, Ye Sr. might really kick the bucket.

Ye Xinyu was his only heir, the next-in-line successor for the Ye Family after him. Remembering his troublemaker of a son, he had the sudden impulse of flying over and breaking his other leg.

"Drop the act. I know it all," said Ye Jianguo as he sat down in a chair. "The brat went to Serene City, huh?"

"Who told you that, Dad?" asked Ye Chuji. Who told the old man? Didn't they agree on keeping him in the dark?

Ye Jianguo looked up lazily. "Don't bother, I won't tell. I'm not an old fool yet."