Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 2: I want your blood

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Word on the street was that Yan Huan wedded into a wealthy powerhouse clan. Indeed, she joined exactly that—the Lu Family from Sea City, boasting a legacy over centuries. With her networks, strategies, and hard-earned savings from years past, she lifted Lu Qin from rock bottom in the industry all the way to stardom. She transformed him into a shining new star. Plus, her flawless acting skills let her toy with the entire Lu Family.

Yet, after Lu Qin seized it all from the Lu Family and climbed to the pinnacle of success, he viewed Yan Huan as nothing more than an obstacle in his path.

Lu Qin got involved with Lady Su, Su Muran1. The brazen pair flaunted their affair without shame.

The door swung open once more. Yan Huan's eyes fluttered open, stung by the harsh light spilling from the entrance. She squeezed them shut on reflex, and upon reopening, the man loomed right before her.

Well, look who's here. Who could it possibly be? Yan Huan let out a bitter laugh. Wasn't this Lu Qin, the Best Actor whose international award wins she'd just caught on TV?

“Why are you here, instead of joining Ms. Best Actress in public displays of affection?”

Lu Qin seized Yan Huan’s frail arm with a rough grip, his face dark and stormy.

In the hospital, Yan Huan found herself strapped to the operating table by several doctors.

“Lu Qin, what are you doing?” She struggled to rise, but the doctors pinned her down firmly.

Lu Qin approached her, then leaned in close. His long-fingered hand brushed her cheek lightly before settling on her belly. She once adored those hands, yet their owner had dragged her into the abyss. His fingers felt icy, his tone even chillier.

“What am I doing? You'll find out shortly. Remember, don't fight it, or you might lose the baby in your womb.”

Yan Huan trembled violently. She couldn't grasp his intent. What was he after? What would he do to her child?

A sharp prick stung the back of her hand as a needle pierced her vein. As the doctor positioned her on her side, realization dawned on her abruptly.

Summoning every ounce of strength, she yanked the needle free, ignoring the blood trickling from her vein.

But the motion triggered a fierce ache in her abdomen. She clutched her clothes desperately, beads of cold sweat forming on her brow.

“My baby...” Her lips trembled, a salty taste filling her mouth—sweat or tears, she couldn't tell.

Her lower belly kept spasming in waves. Amid the agony, she clenched her teeth until they ground against her lips.

A six-month fetus, just six months along. Removing it now meant no chance of survival.

“Mr. Lu, do we proceed?” a doctor inquired cautiously. “Keep the fetus or go on?”

“Proceed with the C-section,” Lu Qin replied coldly from the side, his thin lips parting to deliver the heartless command.

The term “C-section” caused Yan Huan’s eyes to bulge in horror. She refused to accept it. She couldn't endure it. Even a fierce tiger wouldn't devour its own cub—how could a person harm their flesh and blood?

Pain wracked her as she curled up tight. Another jab in her back delivered anesthetics, yet the torment persisted unabated.

“Lu Qin!” Her eyes snapped wide, glaring with the fury of one wronged unto death.

“Why take my baby? Tell me why!” She fought with her fading strength, but her lower body grew numb as the drugs took hold.

Lu Qin leaned in, his thin lips brushing her ear.

“Yan Huan, I'll spell it out for you. It's not the fetus I want—it's the umbilical cord blood. You share Muran's blood type, a rare one at that. I won't touch Lu Yi, but you...”

He dipped his gaze, observing as the doctor sliced into Yan Huan’s flesh with a scalpel.

Yan Huan’s body seized up in cramps, alarms blaring from the machines surrounding her.