Sweet Wife in My Arms

Her red lips curved upwards slightly, forming a cold smile. It should be winter now.

Yes, winter.

When Lu Yi got home, he settled her down before returning to his own room to work. He shut the door and picked up the framed photo on the desk.

Don't come back just yet. Let me settle everything first.

Lu Yi had a sudden urge to murder the person who glorified polygamy.

With one woman, one can dote and love openly. But with two women, one can only sneak around like a thief. He, Lu Yi, had never done something this dishonorable in his entire life. This was deceit, something he could not tolerate.

He had not only deceived Yan Huan and Sun Yuhan, but also himself.

In the other room, Sun Yuhan fidgeted with the laptop for a good deal of time before figuring out the basics from the manual.

She opened a web browser and typed in the words "Yan Huan".

Soon, a list of websites appeared.

In the past, she loved her face. She liked her dramas, too. Yan Huan was a national, no, an international star. Previously, she had been the national best actress, but now she was the worldwide best actress. A person like that had absolutely nothing to do with Sun Yuhan. Comparing them would be like comparing a bucket of water to the Pacific Ocean.

Yet here they are, vying for the favor of one man.

She opened the link to a website that displayed Yan Huan's profile with a shaky finger. Such information was transparent on the internet. Some information might not be accurate, but most of it was reliable.

Yan Huan.

Height-165 cm. (2 cm taller than she actually is, but still within forgivable range)

Age-26. Very young for a worldwide best actress.

Spouse-Lu Yi, deceased.

Sun Yuhan's pupils shrunk rapidly. The word "deceased" made her want to laugh. So did the word "spouse". Not long ago, she had thought herself to be Cinderella.

What was she now?

A lover. He had lied to her, telling her that he wasn't married, telling her that he would marry her.

Yan Huan. Yan Huan the best actress. So what?

She ran her hand across her leg. Suddenly, she laughed, but her eyes were red with tears.

No wonder Ye Shuyun said Lu Yi couldn't marry her. She never knew the reason until now. But what fault did she have? Lu Yi was the one that lied to her.

He had given her his promise, and promises are meant to be fulfilled. Otherwise, what was the difference between a promise and a fart?

Right. That was how it was.

She did nothing wrong. Nothing at all.

Wiping away her tears, she cleared the browsing history. If he didn't want her to know, she would feign ignorance. Even if he did want her to know, she wouldn't listen. Right. That was what she should do.

Outside, the whistle of the wind swelled into a loud ghostly wail that was undulating and sporadic.

A loud clang made Yan Huan sit up. She huddled up. No wonder it's so cold, she thought when she looked at the window, which had been blown open by the wind that sent the curtains fluttering.

Could it be snowing?

Xun River felt a lot colder than the Sea City during winter. She stood up and hastily shut the window. She couldn't see the road clearly from where she was standing, but she could tell that it wasn't snowing. The coldness was from the wind. She wondered if the wind in Sea City was as strong.

After closing the window, she pulled the curtains together. When she returned to her bed, she had lost all her sleepiness.

She pouted. It had already been two months since she went on exile. Her mental state had improved greatly, but it seems as if none of her heartless friends missed her.

Fine, she would continue what she was doing. The longer she let herself loose, the longer she will likely live.

The thought made her feel less conflicted.

Even so, she found it hard to fall back into sleep, especially with the howling wind that threatened to uproot the trees, on which there were only bare branches and no leaves.

The withering tree outside held on tightly to the last few pieces of shriveled leaves, but eventually lost them to the wind. The dry leaves fell to the ground, becoming a part of the mud, very much like life itself.

Yan Huan took out her phone and scrolled through the call log. There were a few missed calls, all from Lin Shanshan's lawyer. The other casualties and victims' relatives had all dropped their lawsuits, and were singing different tunes as compared to before. How could they hope to cover up a crime that had been committed in public eyes? Do they think they are above the law?

She couldn't help but remember Lu Yi. If he was still alive, he would definitely conduct a fair trial. His savage methods made it impossible for even the slickest of criminals to get away from the punishments of law.

The other victims in the case had all succumbed, whether out of fear or greed she could not say.

The only ones that refused to cooperate were her and the couple that got hit. She heard that the couple had already gone to another hospital. Oh, she remembered, I almost forgot that he was the man I gave my blood to. Could it be that people with the same blood type had the same temperament as well?

Was he as unbending as she was?

No matter what the others did, she was not going to let Lin Shanshan off the hook. Initially, she was going to file a lawsuit against her, but someone had been a step ahead of her. If her guesses were correct, that person must have been the man who transferred to another hospital.

In this world, there were still people who did not give in to power and fought on without caring about consequences.

For the entire night, she listened to the sound of wind and rain. It was not until morning when she felt a little sleepy once more.

She had only slept a little when someone began pounding at her door. Irritated, she sat up with a dark look on her face. Who was it at this hour?

The anger went out of her when she noticed the rays of sunlight seeping in through the curtains. The night had passed, and the next would only come in 10 plus hours. She picked up her phone and glanced at the time. It was past nine. She recalled that she had fallen asleep at around 7 AM, which meant that she hadn't even slept for three hours.

She wondered who would visit her this early in the morning.

She scratched her hair casually and poured herself a glass of water, before ambling to the door to attend to her unknown visitor.

She was going to ask who it was, but the person outside had already lost his patience.