Sweet Wife in My Arms

"The female lead isn't in her best condition. I'll go home and kill some time," said Yan Huan.

Lu Yi knew that Yan Huan was referring to Sun Yuhan when she said 'female lead'. The Ye family had honored her too much, possibly more than what her own qualities could account for. Even Yan Huan's acting had not come for free, she had to utilize two lifetimes' worth of emotion and experience to become the best actress as she was now.

Since Sun Yuhan had never thought of committing to these, it was practically impossible if she ever wanted to soar high.

It was just that he could not bring this up to uncle or grandfather. In grandfather's eyes, his granddaughter was the cream of the crop, and no one could ever compare with her. As for uncle, he would do anything for grandfather's sake, even if that meant presenting an unglamorous piece such as Sun Yuhan.

With the Ye family's wealth, it was no sweat to boost an actor's fame. Of course, to give Sun Yuhan a little push would be a child's play, it was just that nobody knew for sure from which aspect she had debuted, whether it was her strong connections or her horrendous acting.

When Yan Huan stepped outside, the warm sunlight illuminated her face, bringing her comfort. She thought to herself that it would be a splendid day for an outing, and if it was not for the film, she would bring herself out every day to enjoy beautiful times like these.

At that moment, rays of sunshine fell upon her natural, undyed raven hair which was as smooth as satin. It glistened with streaks of black reflections under the blazing sun.

Suddenly, she seemed to notice someone sneaking pictures of her. She turned around, and indeed, there stood a reporter who came out of nowhere. He hurriedly pressed the shutter once more and ran off with awkward steps.

Obviously, Yan Huan was not about to chase after him even if she wanted him to hand over the photos. It was not as if she had committed any crimes, so she just left them to say whatever they wanted to. She could just take it as free publicity for her new project.

Not long after, those photos could be viewed on various websites in high definition.

Best Actress Yan's visuals on fleek, potential look in her new drama.

Seeing the handful of images snapped from different angles, although taken on a regular camera, the lighting and background enhanced them as if they were fresh out of a professional photoshoot. Especially those in which the sunlight was reflected, exuded a unique feeling. At that moment, those ordinary photos seemed luxurious and trendy.

"My Huan is forever 18."

"An 18-year-old teenage look, with nothing amiss."

"Inherent freshness, her gaze unyielding; for a woman approaching her thirties, she must've maintained herself well."

As the comment about her age settled into Yan Huan's mind, she felt inexplicably upset. Boohoo, since when had she been 30? She was only 27, okay?

"What's wrong?" Lu Yi approached and crouched down in front of her. Why was she suddenly unhappy? Everything seemed just fine when she was reading the comments earlier.

"I'm 30 years old." Yan Huan felt dejected every time she recalled the phrase '30 years old'. Once a woman stepped into her thirties, she would be less admired. A woman's youth was limited, and she was growing old very soon.

"You'd still be a beauty even when you're 30." Lu Yi's head buzzed. What was she thinking about all day? Men surely cannot read a woman's mind, they are just so peculiar.

"Do you really think so?" Yan Huan wrapped her arms around Lu Yi's neck. Lu Yi bent down to meet her eyes.

"Of course." Lu Yi would never lie to her. "Even if your hair turns white, with me, you'd still be a gorgeous young lady. Isn't it good to be a gorgeous young lady forever?"

"Such a sweet talker, did you eat honey?" Yan Huan was delighted by his words, but of course, it was also because it came from Lu Y, who had never said anything so sweet before. Under normal circumstances, such nice things would never spill from his mouth, so for him to give a few adorable compliments, it was a very treasurable moment for her.

"We'll be together forever." Yan Huan plopped herself down onto the floor and wriggled her way into his arms.

"Just like before."

"Alright." Lu Yi tightened his grip on her waist. "When we're dead, our ashes shall also be put together, sounds good?"

Yan Huan had initially felt uneasy about nearing her thirties, but the feeling instantly vanished. As her popularity began to soar once again with the help of those few images, her name was almost certain to return to the top of the trending page.

If she had not kept a low profile on top of her inactivity over the past two years, she might have gained greater fame. Perhaps, every single action from her would cause a commotion, whether it was someone being shot, or another one knocked down.

Be that as it may, no matter what, Yan Huan was still Yan Huan. Despite how she was in the past, she still was herself.

A low profiled woman with dignity.

At the same time, she was like this in private.

She planted a foot on each of Lu Yi's legs, and he gently pinched them in response. He then stuffed her feet into the blanket. "Stop fooling around, it's cold outside."

"No, it isn't." Yan Huan did not feel cold at all, "It's quite warm at home."

Lu Yi placed his notebook on his legs and began sorting out some documents. These long numbers and codes made Yan Huan cringe as she felt an oncoming headache.

She was afraid of numbers, but Lu Yi was fond of them. The greatest difference between them was not a matter of numbers, but...

Intelligence.

She sneakily stretched her feet out of the blanket and laid them on Lu Yi's lap. Lu Yi pretended not to notice, and it was not long before she dozed off. She had to wake up early tomorrow, but one thing no one knew for sure was whether Miss Sun's acting would finally be proper.

Lu Yi tucked her feet back under the blanket after she drifted off to sleep. The petite woman curled up inside the blankets did, in fact, look youthful, and there were no traces of aging on her face. Her skin was still smooth, delicate, and far too pale, but it was also due to this that it appeared to be in prime condition.

Until now, it showed no evidence of time.

She was still the Yan Huan from their first encounter. Sometimes, he could not help but forget the passing of time, and it was worth noting that seven years had already passed.

He set his notebook aside and caressed her face gently with his fingers. If they could just live happily ever after like this, how wonderful would that be?

However, the phrase 'happily ever after' might be easier said than done. In reality, was there anyone who was truly blessed with a smooth life without multiple hurdles standing in their way? It was no cinch for lovers to spend the rest of their lives with each other by their sides.

And that was inevitable, that was life.

Life could be unkind and you should always cherish every moment as you go.

Yan Huan was sitting in the set with her uncooperative, frizzy hair once again. Today, they were to film the scene for their first entry to the school, and it seemed that Sun Yuhan was in a much better stance than she was yesterday. She appeared less proud and pretentious than she was.

However, these were all still within Yan Huan's expectations. After all, Sun Yuhan was not dense, and if she still could not manage to get even a single decent shot after one whole day, she might as well quit acting.