Sweet Wife in My Arms

"Huanhuan," Ye Shuyun stood up all of a sudden and ran toward Old Master Lu. She saw Yan Huan sitting in his wheelchair, seemingly asleep, but she held on tightly to the photo album in her arms.

"Father, what happened to her?" Lu Jin quickly came over too, the others also heaved a breath of relief when they saw Yan Huan; they were also waiting for Old Master Lu's reply.

Why did Yan Huan come back, sitting in the old master's wheelchair?

What happened to Yan Huan?

Where had she been?

The old master grunted, everyone only cared about the daughter-in-law, why did no one ask about him? Why was he not in the wheelchair? How could he be walking? He was Lu Jin's father, yet not a bit of care was shown to him, what kind of son was this?

The security guard quickly stepped in and answered on behalf of Old Master Lu.

"Chief Lu, we found Ms. Yan outside the rooftop on the fifth floor, she might have thought of jumping. After that, Boss talked some sense into her. If it wasn't for the Old Master, Ms. Yan wouldn't be alive now."

Old Master Lu lifted his chin, it was indeed true.

"Thank you, Father." Lu Jin did not know what to say; he was anxious, frustrated, and helpless at the same time. All these matters caused him a lot of headaches. Recently, he even slimmed down quite a bit.

"And..." He quickly helped Old Master Lu and sat him down.

"You are catching up on age, but if you can, try not to sit in the wheelchair so much. Sitting is not as good as standing, wasn't life about exercising?"

Old Master Lu gave his son the side-eyes, "Who said life is about exercising?"

"Wasn't that the saying?" Lu Jin was confused by the old master's question, was it not common sense?

"Life is about staying still, understand?"

The old master squinted his eyes. "Look at the kings of myriad years, the 8,000 years tortoises, did anyone of them move a lot?"

Lu Jin was speechless.

Right now, Yan Huan was lying on her enormous bed. Her breathing was slow and there were not any injuries on her, only her feet were a little dirty, yet she fell asleep just like that.

Lei Qingyi quickly called He Yibin in. He actually really wanted to look for another doctor, that rascal He Yibin would put on an unpleasant face in front of him and Yi Ling, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

However, in the end, only He Yibin was called over, as they could not let more people know about the Lu family's matter. Otherwise, before they knew it, the rumors would spread like wildfire outside. That would be stabbing a knife into the hearts of the Lu family members.

A while later, He Yibin came over.

He checked for quite a while before putting back his stethoscope and other medical instruments back into his medical box.

"Don't worry, she's fine. She's just asleep."

His words finally put everyone's heart at ease but their worrying and gloomy hearts were not completely sunny yet.

Due to Yan Huan's suicide attempt, albeit failing, everyone was afraid that there would be a second time after the first. As such, Ye Shuyun dared not sleep, she was ready to watch over her with the housekeeper every day. One of them would take the first half shift of the night and the other the second half. However, it was obvious that it was impossible for her to stay on guard for so long.

Were there not others to help?

Were Madam Lei, Yi Ling, Lei Qingqing and Ye Xinyu not around? They could all help to watch over her, 24 hours a day. All the dangerous and sharp objects here were kept, they dared not let Yan Huan getting her hands on any of those.

When Yan Huan woke up, it was already at night. She sat herself up and then rubbed the upper part of her neck. The strike was powerful and the skills were obviously from a professional as she was knocked out in a single strike.

It was not hard to tell that Old Master Lu's security guard was selected from the army, and likely not from an ordinary force.

"You are awake, Huanhuan," Ye Shuyun rushed over when she saw Yan Huan sat up. She then grabbed the photo album beside her and put it in front of Yan Huan.

"Hold it."

Yan Huan received the photo album and hugged it tightly in her arms, as though she felt a sense of warmth, it warmed her heart, just like he was very close to her, to the point that she could reach out to him with her hands.

However, she understood that the proximity was just an illusion.

She could no longer touch him in person, neither could she ever feel his warmth.

He was dead and it was a fact.

He was no longer around and it was a fact that she had to accept.

He was forever gone, and it was something that she was unwilling to accept, yet she was forced to.

"It's fine now, everything is over," Ye Shuyun caressed Yan Huan's hair. "It's all in the past now, you must be like us and live your life because he would want us to live on, otherwise he wouldn't have saved you back then, would he?"

Up until this point, Ye Shuyun's throat tightened, she choked on her sobs again. "You are all your father and I have left, if something ever happens to you, what should we do?"

Yan Huan lifted her face up and then put the photo album in her arms in front of Ye Shuyun.

Ye Shuyun could not understand, so her heart was definitely more afraid. Had Yan Huan lost the will to live, and did not want the photo album? Back then, the photo album was her life but now she did not want it anymore?

Then, the housekeeper brought a bowl of soup over. When she saw the awakened Yan Huan, she sped up.

"My young lady, your soup is ready."

"Give it to me." Ye Shuyun sighed and took the soup over, putting it in front of Yan Huan.

"Huanhuan, have some, you haven't eaten anything for a whole day. Finish the soup and you can sleep again."

Yan Huan reached out to the bowl of soup with both her hands, the temperature from the bowl warmed her fingers, but her heart was still chilly. It was not that she was not in the mood to talk, she was just tired and wanted to sleep for a while.

She finished the bowl of soup to the last drop, then she lay down and fell asleep after a while.

That day, that night, not a single person left the room. But slowly, they realized that Yan Huan seemed different from before. There was color in her eyes. Besides, she did not simply run around, neither would she dug up the garbage or something like that.

Sometimes she had to talk to them. Although it was just a handful of sentences for a whole day, at least she was getting better day by day.

Until one day, when she finished another bowl of soup, she looked up and asked Ye Shuyun.

"Mother, why are you only giving me soup, can't I have some rice?"

She had been drinking soup for two months straight. While the soup was good, she wanted to eat rice, or dumplings, or porridge, or noodles. Was it because she was still ill, hence she was only fed soup? Could she not eat something else?

Ye Shuyun was stunned for a moment. "I thought you only wanted to drink soup."

Yan Huan looked down, pinching her own dress; her voice sounded a little helpless.