Sweet Wife in My Arms

What was she looking at? What was she remembering? And what was she thinking about?

"Do you have my identity card?" the man asked the woman beside him all of a sudden.

The woman's facial expression changed, and she rolled her eyes. "It's almost done, but it's just a temporary one. You didn't tell me who you are. If you want to find out about your past, you should recall it yourself."

The man pursed his lips. The long moment of silence that followed was hollow, with no sign of any emotion.

"How much do you know about me?" he asked again.

"Not much." The woman shook her head. "I've told you before that we knew each other through the Internet. You came to meet me, but there was a flood on that day. You got injured as you saved me, and you happened to have injured your head. So, you've forgotten your past, but you don't need to worry."

The woman continued to comfort him, "Didn't the doctor say that this is just temporary? You'll remember everything after a while."

"What if I can't remember anything for the rest of my life?" The man frowned even harder. If he failed to remember anything, then he would have to live in confusion for the rest of his life.

"Even if you can't remember anything, I would still remain by your side," the woman promised as she leaned her head on the man's shoulder.

However, the woman was a little discouraged when she continued, "We don't have much money left, and I'm a foreigner here. We might have to get another job tomorrow, or else we might have to starve."

The man reached into his pocket, took out something, and stuffed it into the woman's hand. "I don't remember my past, so I have no idea what I am good at. These few days were all thanks to you. Don't worry, I won't let you support me forever. I'll try to find a job, so that it won't be so hard on you anymore."

The man paused, and rested his hand on her hair. He caressed it gently, but he frowned all of a sudden. It didn't use to be this kind of feeling. However, in front of him, the eyes of the woman smiled at him, bright and innocent.

He should not be suspecting anything. Ever since he woke up, she was the one who took care of him. She said that he got injured trying to save her, so she had an obligation to take care of him. However, that's quite another matter.

If it was not for him, she would probably not exist in this world anymore.

There wouldn't be motivation without a reason, and of course, no one would treat you well without a reason. As she said, they got to know each other through the internet, and had been chatting for some time. Hence, it seemed like they knew each other really well, but they were strangers in reality. After all, they had not spent much time together.

Well, he should think about what he could do.

He's a man, not a boy toy. He should not rely on a woman to support him.

Even if he had to work himself to the bone, he would rather earn a living himself instead of living off her support. He should not do that, and he could not.

The woman had been clenching her fist tightly, and she loosened her fingers only when there was no one there. A ring was lying right in her palm. It had a very nice luster, and an extremely big sapphire on top of it. Most women would not be able to refuse gemstones. Although they would not know if it was real or counterfeit, women's love for jewelry could never be questioned.

Suddenly, a dazzling ray of light shone into her eyes from above. She quickly closed her fist tightly, and raised her head. On the big screen, she saw Yan Huan, the international actress.

At this moment, Yan Huan had already entered the mall. The class of the place was pretty decent, and the clothes were all of large international brands, not losing out at all to those in the Sea City.

She chose a few sets of clothes for herself, and tried them on. After a while, she went to pay for the bill. The clothes were not too expensive, but they were very comfortable on her.

When she was paying for the clothes, the cashier gazed at her face for a long time.

"Miss, you really look like Yan Huan."

"Do I?" Yan Huan touched her face, and smiled as if she wasn't lying. "A lot of people tell me so."

"Both of you look really similar," the cashier nodded again. "I really like her. She's pretty, and has made our country proud. Moreover, she always keeps a low profile, and never involve herself in any scandals."

Yan Huan just smiled. She believed that those who actually brought glory to the country were the athletes. When the National Anthem was sung, and the national flag was raised in the Olympics, every single citizen would remember those glorious moments.

As for her, to be honest, she was just an actress. Hence, those words that Old Master Lu would always say were actually fairly accurate after she gave it some thought.

As for her low profile and having no scandals, what scandal could she have? She was just a widow.

She handed her card over, and waited for the cashier to process it. Her eyelashes hung low to conceal her worries.

"Done," the cashier declared as she returned the card to Yan Huan.

Yan Huan accepted it and left with the clothes. She had nothing left to buy but she wanted to walk around. If she got hungry after walking, she could then buy some food, and there would be no need to cook upon reaching home.

At this moment, the man and woman just now had gone into a jewelry shop.

The woman took out the ring hesitantly. It was given by the man, but now she was told to sell it off. Their lives had actually reached a bottleneck now. They were only renting a room of less than 10 square feet, and they had to eat, and sleep under a roof. She wouldn't mind if she was alone as this was how she had lived in the past. However, now that there was a man, it always felt inconvenient.

Although she wanted to make it more comfortable, the man did not seem pleased.

He was not a fussy person, but in some matters, he would be rather stubborn.

The staff of the jewelry shop picked up the ring, and asked the professional in their shop to evaluate it.

It was made of pure platinum and encrusted with diamonds, and the ring was still relatively new. Perhaps it was bought recently. However, it was undeniably very valuable. The staff valued it at around one million and two hundred thousand yuan.

The woman was stunned.

"What did you say? How much is this worth?"

"One million and two hundred thousand yuan, miss," the staff of the jewelry shop answered again. "Of course, this is just a rough estimation. The price would have been higher if you've kept the receipt of the ring. The sapphire is rare, and we have verified that this is a real diamond. However, we would need a higher-end machine to evaluate its purity, which we do not have. Of course..." the staff continued.

"You can choose to sell it, or you can choose not to."

"Yes, yes, of course I'm selling it."