Sweet Wife in My Arms

Yi Ling took the towel and wiped Yan Huan's hair as she was spouting vicious words from her mouth. It was true that Ye Xinyu was too pretty and had a soft personality, no one could predict what he could become after staying in that callous and cruel mall for long. Nevertheless, as long as Lei Qingyi and she were still there, they would not let him be at any disadvantage. After all, he would get mature after being picked on for a few years.

One had to grow up eventually. You either chose to grow up by yourself or you are forced to do so.

She grabbed a hairdryer to dry Yan Huan's hair.

On the other hand, Ye Shuyun placed the flowers she brought into a vase. The flowers gave out a faint scent, circulating the ward, so that Yan Huan could smell the fragrance when she was sleeping.

"Will your grandfather attend your brother's ceremony later?" Yi Ling asked Ye Xinyu. She honestly didn't want any elderly to be there. Old Master Lu's previous action freaked her out. Didn't they say that Lu Jin was adopted? Why did Old Master Lu act the way he did last time, as if he went mad? He whipped Lu Yi's tombstone repeatedly, then called him an unfilial grandson. It was obvious that he was his biological grandfather.

On the other hand, Ye Jianguo was his biological grandfather. How could an elderly like him take such a blow?

"Yeah, he'll be there."

Ye Xinyu lowered his head, put the fresh flowers into a vase and adjusted it to a suitable position. The air was filled with the aroma of dainty flowers. On top of that, the flowers added some liveliness and warmth to the ward room.

When he heard that it was the seventh day after Lu Yi's death, he felt as if there was something pressing on his chest, making it difficult to bear.

Yi Ling tucked Yan Huan in bed and covered her arms under the blanket. She watched her by her side, wishing that she would open her eyes suddenly. However, most of the time, she would rather hope that Yan Huan would not wake up because she would not be able to accept the fact that Lu Yi was gone.

She sighed and frowned. How could she be left alone...

On the second day, they entrusted Yan Huan to the nanny, doctors, nurses and He Yibin. As for them, they were all going to attend the ceremony as it was the seventh day after Lu Yi's death.

At that moment, everyone was at the ceremony. Old Master Lu and Ye Jianguo stood side by side. Ironically, both of them lived long enough but they were still alive, while their grandson left the world before them. Both of them could finally let go of everything at this moment.

"If I were to know what's going to happen, I would let him marry whoever he wanted. Why would I quarrel with him over things like that? I didn't even get to see him one last time." Old Master Lu had forgotten when was the day he last saw his grandson.

It seemed to be a very long time ago. He probably did not remember how his grandson looked like anymore.

Grandpa Ye kept silent, "It is useless to blame anyone now. He's already gone. Please spare the living ones."

"Yan Huan is a pretty good kid," he let out a sigh and said. "You are already at this old age, how much longer would you live? You should change that old-fashioned mindset of yours. Who said there wouldn't be good-hearted people in the acting business? I like that kid. She saved so many people, including your son, your daughter-in-law, my daughter, the Lei family and not to mention, my family. Besides, she is attractive, and knows how to earn a living. What else are you not satisfied with? She depended on her own to get to where she is now, and did not steal from anyone, is that not good enough?"

Actually, I do not hate her that much.

Old Master Lu finally opened his mouth after dawdling for awhile, "You know my temper. I don't discriminate anyone. It's just that both of us are stubborn, we're like stones and bricks. None of us is willing to take a step back. Is it that difficult for her to bow down and talk to me nicely?"

Ye Jianguo shook his head, "Your bark is always worse than your bite."

"Don't reprimand others for trivial things in the future. Anyone would be upset by such remarks. Nowadays no one is willing to bear your attitude. Our generation is long gone. This is the world of the younger generation now. We're too old to fit in the younger generation."

Old Master Lu had his head down. He did not even have the energy to stand up, not to mention bickering. Living day to day, he suddenly felt that there's no point in living anymore.

He lost a grandson and that was enough.

Why was he not the one who died, why was it his grandson? How is that fair?

Where in this whole wide world could we search for justice and fairness?

Greeneries filled the horizon. That was indeed a decent place for eternal rest. A breeze brought along some wilted leaves in desolation.

It was rather quiet in the hospital at night. What occupied the silence was the mild flower scent besides the sound of breathing. The flowers soothed the pungent smell of antiseptics and added some colours to the ward, making it more lively.

It was no longer the freezing ice cold hospital nor the cold-blooded doctors.

A nurse measured Yan Huan's body temperature and then checked for other vital signs. Seeing that she was doing fine, the nurse moved on to the next bed where Yi Ling was sleeping on.

She insisted on taking care of Yan Huan by herself. No one could persuade her otherwise and even Little Lei was taken to the eldest aunt's house. The current household was not in good shape. Without harmony and laughter, it was not suitable for a child to live in for the time being.

Darkness devoured all the light outside. Despite a glimpse of light shimmering through the door cracks in the ward and the silhouette was vaguely visible, it was still pitch black.

Yi Ling already dozed off. She turned over to the other side, letting out a soft snore.

Meanwhile in this pitch black dark night, no one noticed that the emaciated patient who had been in deep slumber finally opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. She could not make out anything with her sight even though the light shone in her eyes.

She slowly sat up and pulled the blanket away. She put both her feet on the floor, stood up and wandered off like a discarnated spirit. Her eyes were lifeless. She was so thin that she could easily be blown away by the wind. Her pace was unstable, like she was going to fall down anytime.