Sweet Wife in My Arms

The doctor turned back just as he was about to leave, the daunting needle still in hand. With that, the thick injection pierced her bloodstream. The pain did not hit her immediately. It was the aftermath that she had to deal with.

She could not struggle or shout out. All she could do was to endure the agony in silence. Droplets of cold sweat dripped from her forehead, drop by drop.

There went another syringe of her blood. Now that the doctor had left, that woman showed up again.

All of a sudden, a hand reached out and grasped her chin tightly. The pupils of her eyes reflected the woman's silhouette.

"It's you?"

Her lips moved but no sound could be heard.

"It's me." The women looked at Yan Huan's face in recognition.

"Indeed, you really do look alike. Do you know which part of you is the most alike to her?"

Step by step, she caressed Yan Huan's face with her fingers. Every touch of her fingers felt like a bite from a venomous snake as if the venom was penetrating her skin with every contact delivered.

"Here," the woman pointed at Yan Huan's eyebrows then continued, "your eyebrows look like her the most, having the exact same shape. Pretty in the exact same way but similarly also pretty disgusting in the exact same way. "

"It's good that you were born," the woman laughed maniacally. "It's good that you were born. You were born for my daughter's sake. You have the very same blood type, and also the very same bone marrow."

"My Ranran can finally live but you can die soon. "

Yan Huan could not understand her rambles but at least she knew that she was trapped in another scheme. She had become Su Muran's blood cow, her living blood bank and this woman was not just any woman. She was Su Muran's mother which meant she was that woman who had bullied her alongside Su Muran in her previous life - the very Zhu Xianglan who was after her blood back then.

Her vision started to blur again, bit by bit her consciousness faded away. Once again, she fell into oblivion. What was pain? What was struggling? She had forgotten how to cry, even more so, she had forgotten about laughter.

When she opened her eyes again, she was not aware of the time. Perhaps, it did not even matter because after all, she had spent many of her days like this in her past life.

Instead of saying that she was used to it, a more accurate term would be numb.

She was numb to the pain, even her feelings were numb.

"Madam Su, we can't keep extracting blood like this," a doctor told Zhu Xianglan softly.

"Why not?" Zhu Xianglan turned around abruptly. "Why? Do you have feelings for that wrench? Don't tell me you are interested in her?"

The doctor choked, what is this Zhu Xianglan even rambling about? How can I possibly have indecent thoughts about the patient? I'm only trying to give her a gentle reminder.

"Madam Su, if this continues, her life is likely to be in jeopardy when the time comes to extract her bone marrow."

"That's her problem, what does that have to do with me?" Zhu Xianglan had never cared about Yan Huan's well-being. It did not matter if she died or survived, as long as her Ranran was staying alive.

The purpose of that woman giving birth to this woman was only for her daughter's treatment.

As for Yan Huan's biological mother, she knew who it was.

There was only one person in this whole world who had overshadowed her. Her whole life, she had lived in the shadows of her blinding light. This time she would take all that back and suppress them, which included the bright daughter of hers.

Ye Rong, never in your wildest dream did you expect that a fake would take away your daughter's identity. Besides, my Ranran will also take your daughter's life away. Won't you like to find out how I figured out that the woman is a fake?

Haha. Inside, Zhu Xianglan was dying of laughter. It's because I had gotten hold of her blood to match with my daughter's a long time ago. Too bad they didn't match. Ye Rong, the only ones whose blood matches with my daughter are your children.

It's a pity that no one would ever find out. Rest assured, I will take this secret to your daughter's grave. Soon, yes, soon, you will meet her again.

The doctor was mortified at the sinister look on Zhu Xianglan's face. In the end, he did not push matters any further. After all, they were paid to do as they were told. It did not matter if she was dead or alive. Their only duty was to save Su Muran, not Yan Huan.

Regardless of the identity of Yan Huan, at the end of the day, her fate relied on Zhu Xianglan's words.

Yan Huan's eyes widened. She was still stuck here. In fact, she was exactly like a patient, complete with a ureter. Everything here was an insult to her pitiful state, making her feel a strong sense of disdain and shame. All of this was just to extract the perfect bone marrow. For that, they had indeed tried all sorts of medications on her.

Her life did not matter, all they wanted was only her bone marrow. She heard that bone marrow extracted from the blood did not have the same quality. The type of bone marrow that they wanted had to be extracted directly from her bones itself. She was not dumb, she knew how painful that would be.

She thought of Lu Yi, thought of her three children. I wonder how Xunxun is doing now. Does she miss me? Did she cry?

Just then, her nose twitched and before she could control herself, grief washed over her with tears pouring down her cheeks.

There were more sounds of footsteps approaching her. She looked to the side with her eyes shut. She did not want anyone to see her weeping, hence she did not even let out a single sound in her outburst.

She was afraid but she would persevere as she was terrified that she would not stop crying after letting out the first one.

Someone took her hand. Another cold needle pierced her veins, that liquid that smelled like medicine dripped into her bloodstream. The coldness spread through her whole body along with her blood together with the pain.

The excruciating pain at the back of her hand grew stronger and more intense. She could not move a single muscle, all she could do was to bear with it.

She gaped with every heavy pant like a fish out of water, being forced to breathe, but desperate for water too. Beads of cold sweat forming from her forehead, flowed to the corner of her eyes, drop by drop, streaming down alongside the tears. At this point in time, no one could tell if the droplets were sweat or tears.

She began to tremble. Veins popped up at the back of her hand. The excruciating pain she experienced made it feel like it was clenching her heart too.

Lu Yi, my dear hubby, Lu Yi, it hurts. It hurts so bad…

At this juncture, she let out a wail for she could not control herself any longer.

She hurt so much. What could she do? She felt as though she could not bear it any longer; she was at the brink of her limits.

However, no one sympathized with her here. It appeared as if these people wanted her to be in pain, desperately yearning for her to beg for mercy. They added in a heavy dosage again this time, her injected hand started to shudder, and started to go numb. Even so, she clenched the fingers that could still move into a fist. She then started to strike the headboard, again and again - sounds of banging reverberated through the atmosphere with every hit.