Sweet Wife in My Arms

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The food to be delivered was as heavy as it was expensive.

Who is this rich guy? wondered the delivery boy. The few hundreds the man spent on dinner was enough to feed him for a month.

The man took the bag from him and slammed the door shut.

The delivery boy rubbed his nose. What a temper.

Lu Yi took out the dishes, set them on the table, then took out the rice and did the same.

"Time to eat, Huanhuan," he called.

Yan Huan walked out bare-footed. There was a special charm to her right now, and her narrowed eyes were very seductive.

Of course, Lu Qin had never discovered her beauty in her previous life. Lu Yi, on the other hand, owned a complete Yan Huan.

Yan Huan walked out, spruced up her hair, then reached out and looped her arm around Lu Yi's waist. Her waist still felt sore, but she was content.

Very content.

"Time to eat," said Lu Yi, stroking her head gently with his angular hands. His throat dried up at the remembrance of those passionate moments they shared recently. He then remembered about Yan Huan being reincarnated, and how she belonged to Lu Qin in her previous life and not him. That made him want to kill someone.

This was his woman, a woman whose body and soul were perfectly compatible with his own. No one is allowed to take her away from her.

He rubbed Yan Huan's face, which was nearly sinking into his fingers.

"I'm hungry," mumbled Yan Huan. The slight hoarseness in her voice made it even sexier, and her coquettishness made it impossible for any man to resist. Luckily, she only showed this side to Lu Yi. At most times, best actress Yan was cold and aloof, the kind of woman which you can admire but not touch. ã€€ã€€

"Come eat," said Lu Yi, planting a kiss on her forehead. In his chest, his woman was like a little girl, her dense lashes drooping over her tiny, porcelain face. She was little indeed, only a mere 24 while he was nearly 30.

He took Yan Huan's hand, helped her to her seat, and passed her a pair of chopsticks.

"There's so much food," said Yan Huan, bringing some food into her mouth with her chopsticks. She loved food from this store since they were good and authentic, despite being a little expensive. Of course, that only applied to commoners. She had no lack of money, and not the least of intentions to go hard on her belly.

Lu Yi busied himself with the task of monitoring her to eat, so he himself didn't eat much. Yan Huan had clearly been starving, evident in the way she pigged out without any consideration for her image. She didn't put on much weight even after Lu Yi "sloped" her like a pig for months anyway.

They were both bloated by the time they finished all five dishes.

Lu Yi cleared the trash from the table and packed them into a bag, preparing to throw it on the way out. He changed into a new set of clothes and helped Yan Huan put on her hat. "Wanna go on a walk?"

Truth be told, she didn't. It was freezing outside.

"It will help you digest that heavy meal," said Lu Yi. He was a practitioner of ancient martial arts, which was all about finding the right time, location and balance between Yin and Yang, so he naturally developed his own methods of healthy living. He didn't follow these methods strictly, but most of the time he did.

He took Yan Huan's hand and led her out after throwing out the trash. Walking hand in hand on the street, they seemed just like a normal couple. It wasn't that late yet, so there were still many people on the street--mostly couples madly in love. ã€€

Did it seem like they weren't madly in love?

Lu Yi stopped to help Yan Huan button up.

"Are you cold?" he said, cupping his large palms around Yan Huan's face and feeling her temperature. Thankfully, her face was warm and smooth.

Yan Huan shook her head. How could she be cold when she was bundled up like a bear?

Lu Yi gripped her hand tight and stuffed it into his pockets, warming her with his body temperature.

They kept walking as the street lamp elongated their shadows. Perhaps this was what happiness felt like.

No honeyed words and only heartwarming happiness.

I maintained my best self in the hopes of encountering you. Even if we didn't meet in one lifetime, we will eventually cross paths in the next. She had hoped that they met neither too early nor too late.

Thankfully, you were there waiting as I rushed to you.

"Wanna watch a movie?" suggest Yan Huan, pointing to a cinema nearby. They might as well watch a movie since they happened to stroll pass here.

"Sure," said Lu Yi, leading her into the cinema. There weren't many people inside, potentially because of the less-than-satisfactory quality of the films currently being aired. The better films were usually released during festive times, so it was only expected for the films to be average. Still, there could be surprises. 　

"Which one do you want to watch?" asked Lu Yi. Watching movies wasn't a hobby of his. In fact, he had never seen one before. He always considered sitting for one to two hours a sheer waste of time.

But Yan Huan was the one who wanted to watch it, and that changes things. If she wanted to watch it, he will accompany her.

"How about... that one," said Yan Huan, pointing to an artistic film starred by Ye Yimeng, who Yan Huan knew and worked with once. However, that was the only time. During the past years, Ye Yimeng had been living methodically, taking on films, advertisements, charity events and reality television programs alike.

Her popularity never got too high, but it was enough to put her on the B-list.

Yan Huan used to be an extra, but now she was an A-list actor who had set box office records and shot to staggering fame. In time, if she gets a suitable film, she might even make Best Actress in the world.

Lu Yi browsed through the summary of the Ye Yimeng's artistic film. The next showing was 15 minutes later.

Lu Yi got two tickets, a box of popcorn, and two cups of drinks.

Yan Huan grabbed a handful of popcorn and munched on them. These snacks were allowed in the cinema anyway. For every popcorn she ate, she hand-fed one to Lu Yi. Bored, she unlocked her phone and asked Lu Yi to help her play. With her intelligence, she felt she was bettering off acting than trying to break those high scores.

A woman walked in and sat down beside her, but she didn't pay much attention to that. It wasn't as if she owned the chairs in the cinema anyway. ã€€

"Why do I have to watch this?" complained a man unhappily. "I wanted to watch a war film."