Sweet Wife in My Arms

"Hmm, it's still early." Yan Huan bit her finger. She was getting sleepy.

"My dear Lu Yi..." Her voice was getting fainter, she seemed like she was really falling asleep.

"Yes, I'm listening." Lu Yi gently adjusted her scarf so that it shielded her face from the wind. She always had good skin that was almost translucent, so much that he was afraid that it would pop right under the glowing sun and blowing wind.

Yan Huan's long eyelashes fluttered, she was almost asleep.

"I missed you."

Lu Yi cupped her face with his large hands, transferring the warmth of his large palm onto her face.

"I missed you too." As he looked down again, Yan Huan was already asleep. She had light traces of dark circles under her eyes. It was clear that she had not gotten enough rest. She was tired and needed sleep.

Filming was an exhausting task. She would always come home in a state like this and took at least a few days to recuperate.

"We're home." Lu Yi carried her effortlessly. This was his wife, the love of his life, whose fate was intertwined with his. He did not understand why he missed her and left her to die miserably in their previous life. He would do anything to treat her right and give her everything she wanted in this life.

Should there be any more suffering or obstacles, he would take it all for her. She had been suffering for far too long, and it was now her turn to have a good rest.

When Yan Huan opened her eyes again, it was already broad daylight. She rubbed her face against the blanket, reluctant to wake up. Although she was getting a bit hungry, she would rather sleep for a bit more. But just a few moments after she shut her eyes, she sat up again and stretched her whole body contentedly. She had a satisfying, good rest.

As she put on her shoes, she remembered that Lu Yi had to work today, though he had probably left early in the morning. She could not remember how long she had slept. All she could recall was that after dinner, Lu Yi took her for a long walk. As to how she got home, she had absolutely no idea.

She walked into the kitchen and found that all the dishes from last night were kept. Needless to say, that was Lu Yi.

Lu Yi, her husband was indeed a good man of the household.

She opened the fridge and was glad to find the many groceries she bought yesterday, so there were ample supplies for today.

It was only around ten o'clock, so she was not in a rush.

And just like that, she started working in the kitchen leisurely. There was meat left from yesterday, so she made sweet and sour pork, twice-cooked pork, braised pork balls in gravy, braised hairtail in soy sauce, and greens with mushroom, which were her favorites.

She then packed the food into a lunch box and was ready to leave. While she was looking for the keys, only then she realized that Luo Lin had driven her car today so she could not drive.

Well, it was not that far anyway so she could just take the public bus.

As long as she put on a scarf, hat and face mask, nobody would recognize her in disguise. What was more, no one would ever believe that a national movie star would carry a big lunch box on a public bus.

The bus was not crowded as there were only a few people when she embarked. Moreover, it would take her straight to the entrance of the procuratorate and that saved her from hailing a taxi.

Soon after, she managed to get off the bus without anyone recognizing her.

Then again, she thought to herself as she chuckled, who would spend every day going after a celebrity?

Don't they need to go to school, work, or have families of their own? Don't they need to sleep and eat too?

Celebrities are humans, and so are their fans.

Logically speaking, infatuation for an idol was undeniably a kind of mental pleasure. Physical materials may be important to humans, but their mental state could not be left in neglect. That being said, it did sound a bit deranged when someone was over obsessive with an idol.

Yan Huan carried the lunch box as she walked into the procuratorate when the guard at the entrance bowed at her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but no visitors are allowed at the procuratorate."

Yan Huan searched all over for her pass until she realized that it was in her car, and the car was not with her. In fact, she would not even need a pass if she had driven since the car number plate would be sufficient for her to enter.

But now, she did not have anything. It was only natural that no one would let her in.

Luckily, she saw a familiar-looking man walking toward the entrance. The guard bowed at him and opened the door to let him in. As he took a step into the gate, a small hand tugged at his shirt.

"Who's that?"

The man turned around to face a lady who was covered from head to toe.

What is the meaning of this, does she have something to hide?

Indeed, she did have something to hide.

Yan Huan pulled down her scarf to reveal her beautiful, delicate face. The hardships she had endured in the past were absent from her exquisite features. As she grew with age, every move she made, every step she took, every flutter of her lashes, every unique expression naturally gave out an alluring vibe.

She was a young sophisticated lady. The type that would attract men the most, where the innocence of a young girl was combined with the charm of a mature woman.

"Is it really you?" The man almost let out a scream.

Yan Huan placed a finger on her lips.

"Shh..."

The man nodded immediately and said to both guards, "She's a family member of the prosecutor. She can enter." He then pointed at her face, "Did you really not recognize her?"

The face of the guard who was initially expressionless reddened out of a sudden. Of course, he recognized her.

"Remember her face now?" The man asked again.

The guard was still standing as straight as ever, only now with an extremely red face.

"Miss Yan, please." The man gestured Yan Huan to enter first, as his eyes fell on the lunch box she was carrying. He really did not understand how could one man's fate be so different from another.

As the chief secretary of Prosecutor Lu, Yu Bo was an honored graduate from a prestigious school and a postgraduate. He was young and handsome, with good family background. Not to mention that he had a job that anyone would envy. So, why was he still single?

Not to mention, the prosecutor had always put on that lifeless face since forever. He was not romantic nor affectionate, and yet there were women who could stand him and his stupid face.