Sweet Wife in My Arms

Yan Huan's bone marrow was a much better match. It wasn't completely compatible, but still usable. Since Yan Huan was pregnant at that time, the child became Lu Qin and Su Muran's only hope. Lu Qin was willing to kill his own child for his ambitions and future, but karma prevailed in the end.

Su Muran received the life of the children, but that didn't prolong her life by much.

If that's what Lu Qin was after…

He will investigate the matter and make them give up on the idea. He won't let them lay a single finger on Yan Huan, or her child… though they would never have one in this life.

As for Su Muran's life, what did that have to do with him?

Sun Yuhan watched him closely after they reached the hospital, as though she was afraid that he would make a bolt for the door. The look in her eyes changed whenever he stopped walking.

After a blood test and a series of check-ups, Lu Yi left the place in large strides. What happens to Sun Yuhan from there had nothing to do with him.

Lu Qin showed up a while after Lu Yi left.

"See? I did it!" said Sun Yuhan, jutting her chin out at Lu Qin smugly.

"I knew you won't disappoint me. You are the smartest girl in the world," purred Lu Qin as he embraced her. The scorn in his voice went past Sun Yuhan unnoticed.

Dumbass, he thought with disdain.

"What do you need his blood for anyway?" asked Sun Yuhan. Until now, she did not understand why Lu Qin needed his brother's blood. Could it be…they weren't brothers at all?

"I have my reasons, of course," said Lu Qin, brushing a finger across Sun Yuhan's face. "Good girl. You have worked hard, so go on home and get some rest. I will go to you when I'm done with my matters."

"Okay," said Sun Yuhan reluctantly. "You have to come, okay?"

"Of course…" Lu Qin gave her face a gentle pat. I'll be there soon… He gave her a look, a look that sapped away her strength and made her shudder.

At the very moment she turned away, Lu Qin's smiles turned into annoyance.

Nowadays, everyone was rubbing Su Muran the wrong way, especially Zhu Meina, loitering about her in good health. A sick person would never direct their hate towards themselves; that was reserved for healthy people. Why did it have to be her? Why her?

Day-to-day, Zhu Meina went out with her makeup carefully done, and returned with many stuff in her hands. Who knew if they were spoils of her shopping ventures or gifts from others?

"It must feel good to spend money that doesn't belong to you, huh? You disgusting leech," said Su Muran sharply. At this point, no makeup could hide the paleness of her face. Blood diseases were nearly impossible to cure, and to make matters worse Su Muran had a rare blood type.

Her parents weren't young either, and they couldn't just pop out a baby to supply her with bone marrow.

The existence of the healthy Zhu Meina was a thorn in Su Muran's heart. Despite being cousins, their blood types weren't compatible, much less their bone marrows.

Zhu Meina was used to Su Muran's occasional taunts by now. She wasn't provoked, however. Why bother getting angry at someone who was on the verge of dying?

"Why are you sitting out here, Ranran? Please go and get some rest! That will help speed up your recovery," she said with a convincing amount of concern. To Su Muran, however, it sounded as though she was cursing her to die faster.

"Scram!" Su Muran grabbed a vase from the table beside her and flung it out…or tried to, but the vase slipped from her strengthless hands and shattered into a hundred pieces. The vase hit herself on its descent, as opposed to her initial plan of hitting Zhu Meina.

Zhu Xianglan rushed out at the sound of Su Muran crying.

"Mom, Mom…" she wrapped her arms around Zhu Xianglan and began wailing. "Make her leave! Make her leave! I don't want to see her here!"

Zhu Xianglan glared at Zhu Meina as she consoled Su Muran.

"Leave at once, Meina. I don't want you anywhere near Ranran."

"Yes, Mom," obliged Zhu Meina. She took her clothes and left with a pout. Why am I to blame when she's the one who's being overly sensitive, she thought indignantly. Might as well spend the time you use to blame me to rest more. What do I have to do with your illness?

And so what if you are the heiress to the Su Family? You became sick just like everyone else. And soon you'll die, just like everyone else.

Soon, Lu Qin returned with a dreadful look on his face.

"How did it go? Is Lu Yi compatible?" asked Zhu Xianglan anxiously. The Sea City was a large place, and at first, they didn't believe they would have trouble finding a donor with compatible bone marrows. As it turned out, Su Muran's exceedingly rare blood type had made her illness even trickier than expected.

Lu Yi had the same blood as her; if his bone marrows were compatible, they would do anything to make him save Su Muran.

A shame it wasn't.

Lu Qin shook his head. "The results are out."

"He's…not?" asked Zhu Xianglan. Her head buzzed, and the world went black before her for a second. She would have keeled over had she not caught the sofa in time.

His bone marrows weren't compatible? Was that how it was?

Lu Qin laid down the report onto the table.

"Their HLA doesn't match at all. He's incompatible."

And what did they expect? Even between relatives, bone marrow compatibility has been known to be low, much less strangers with no blood ties.

"What do we do now?" Zhu Xianglan was on the verge of a breakdown. Her daughter was only 27, a woman who was at the peak of her career. How did a healthy woman like her contact such a disease out of nowhere? She was the sole heiress to the Su Family.

"The doctor has said there's a higher chance for her relatives to have compatible bone marrows," said Lu Qin with difficulty. When the test results came out, he was feeling even worse than Zhu Xianglan, though it wasn't because of a fervent devotion to Su Muran; he knew Su Qingdong well enough to know that the man wouldn't hesitate to kick him out of the family once Su Muran is out of the picture. He could tell that he had been wary of him ever since their first meeting.

That's why Su Muran cannot die. At least not now, not before he can find another woman that could help him realize his ambitions.