Sweet Wife in My Arms

"Thank you," said Lu Yi as he ended the call. Finally, he disembarked from the car and prepared to go home.

Luo Lin set aside Yan Huan's phone so that Yan Huan would not accidentally kick the phone away in her sleep. As for why Lu Yi wanted to lie to Yan Huan, it was none of her business. Of course, she had also perceived the meaning behind Lu Yi's 'thank you'.

It was partly to thank her for taking care of Yan Huan, and partly to thank her for not exposing him.

Since she was Yan Huan's manager, it was her duty to look after Yan Huan's wellbeing. As for the latter, she would not deliberately tell Yan Huan the truth as she was a manager, not a blabbermouth. Their marital affairs were none of her business.

Yan Huan woke up early the next morning. She scratched her head, wondering when and how she fell asleep again. She picked up her phone and switched it on, immediately noticing that there were a few messages from Lu Yi, which she had not replied to yet as she had fallen asleep.

"I'm home."

"I am going to bed now. Goodnight."

Yan Huan kissed her phone, then got up energetically and started to get dressed. After putting on her sneakers, she opened the door. The sky was still dark despite it was already seven o'clock in the morning.

Winter nights would always be longer than daytime. Despite falling asleep for a few times, when she woke up, the sky was still dark.

She started to run in circles around the courtyard. A few moments later, Luo Lin came over to join her while yawning. Although she wanted to sleep for a while longer, she could not help but acknowledge the fact that jogging a few rounds in the morning did make her more energetic throughout the day.

Yan Huan seemed fairly energized, but Luo Lin kept yawning throughout the exercise. At the start, she was able to keep up with Yan Huan's pace, but later on, she started to slow down quite a bit. However, speed did not matter, it was enough as long as she kept moving.

When the others woke up, Yan Huan was still up and running on the field, sweat glistening on her skin. She waved at them, lively and vivacious, her smile radiating warmth.

"No wonder she has such a good figure," drawled Liang Chen as she leaned lazily against the wall. "Now I understand why she chose this place. It must be because of this nice big courtyard. Let's join her tomorrow."

At this point, Zhou Zizhe stepped out of his room and joined Yan Huan in her morning run. However, his pace was so punishing that even Yan Huan could not keep up with him. Nonetheless, since Yan Huan had been a soldier herself, jogging for an extended period of time was a piece of cake for her. It seemed that Zhou Zizhe was just like her, even if they were no longer soldiers, some habits from their time in the army had stuck and could not be erased that easily.

Yan Huan glanced at the time, noting that they should start work soon, thus she gradually reduced her speed. Her cheeks were flushed with an attractive pink, giving off a healthy glow from the run, which further enhanced her natural beauty.

"Now I finally know what makes some more beautiful than others," Liang Chen remarked to her manager.

"What is it?" Obviously, Liang Chen's manager had not been following the same train of thought. Perhaps she was still half-asleep and her mind was still fuzzy from not being fully awake yet.

"Well, that type right there."

Liang Chen pointed to Yan Huan.

"What is Yan Huan's type?" The manager could not comprehend, "What kind of woman is she?"

Liang Chen rolled her eyes in exasperation. She felt like she was talking to a brick wall. Yan Huan was an athletic, healthy beauty, vibrant and energetic. How could she not be pretty?

The prettiest people did not rely on makeup or cosmetics, but rather on their natural aptitude.

For women, when they sleep well and eat well to maintain their body's health and natural balance, their innate beauty would shine from within, which could not be achieved by any amount of makeup. Of course, for these people, makeup was just a tool to enhance what was already close to perfect.

Today was the first day of filming for Zhu Xiaoye, so naturally everyone was excited. Of course, there would also be a grace period for everyone involved to familiarize themselves with each other. At the start, things might be somewhat awkward and stilted as most of them had not worked together before, therefore they had to gradually ease into the flow and establish mutual understanding. It was only natural that things would be more difficult at the beginning, but fortunately it was merely a phase that would pass eventually. Soon, everyone would start to get along and establish connections or friendships with each other, from which a new family would grow and blossom.

Indeed, the first few days were rocky. Director Jin had high expectations for the actors' acting skills. He did not care about how good-looking the actor or actress was, nor how much experience they had. What he wanted was a certain spark, an in-depth understanding of their character.

That was why the progress of filming was slow, because a substantial percentage of the cast was made up of rookie actors. However, despite their lack of experience, they were improving day by day, and the speed of their growth was astounding.

This observation was especially true for Song Xihua, who was originally just a singer who had never been involved in a television series before. Of course, he had also received a good role as an elder whom exuded a melancholic aura, and his corresponding costume that was made up of traditional clothing was absolutely breathtaking. Despite the fact that this was technically his first appearance on a fictional show, his performance was definitely up to par. His face, and various other aspects of him, were very suitable to be on screen. The emotions that colored his eyes were deep and heartrending, enhancing his on-screen presence even further.

His eyes spoke of longing, of bitterness, of memories.

Director Jin kept marvelling that the role seemed to be created specifically with Song Xihua in mind. The character had truly came alive in his hands.

Of course, the person happiest with this turn of events was not Song Xihua, but his manager. His manager had initially been reluctant to let Song Xihua participate in the series, as even though Yan Huan was a box-office miracle, and she was the queen of viewer ratings, this was her first time being a producer. Although her first series was of the supernatural action genre, the script did not seem particularly interesting, and had no original prestige as it was adapted from an online novel. He had wanted Song Xihua's first foray into the world of acting to be through a popular and established film or television series like Yi Tian or Ba Long, which were well-known by people.

However, Song Xihua had insisted on Yan Huan's series. He had no choice but to bring Song Xihua over unwillingly, but now, it seemed that everything went better than expected. The role of Liang Ping really suited Song Xihua.

If this series could gain popularity and become famous, then Song Xihua's rebranding would be a success.

At the film set, Yan Huan treated Song Xihua like every other person, without the slightest difference. In fact, she knew that sometimes Song Xihua's attention was on her, but she pretended that she did not notice it. Ignorance is bliss, and sometimes if certain things could go by unnoticed, then life would be much easier for everyone.

Things would never work out between them. Even if she were to be reborn again, she would still choose to walk the same path, love the one she loved, and Lu Yi would still remain as her only choice.