Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 2506

Given her existing acting skills and qualifications, attending university held no necessity. She simply aimed to fulfill her long-held dream of higher education. She sought a life structured by certain norms. Besides, it served as standard protocol.

“Let’s go register.”

Lu Yi squeezed Yan Huan’s cheek once more. It truly felt like nurturing a daughter. Now fully grown, she was at last off to university.

The car door swung open, and Yan Huan stepped out. She was bundled up snugly for the moment. Sunglasses concealed even her eyes. Combined with her low-profile travel, nobody could identify her—who was this mystery woman?

In truth, Yan Huan never considered herself hugely famous. She just possessed far more experience than typical actresses. After all, few matched her path of acting from childhood, maturing in the spotlight, with solid films refreshing her visibility each year. Plus, big productions or minor ones alike yielded awards for her annually. Her lifelong beauty earned audience favor, and lacking any scandals made her an impeccable little starlet beyond reproach.

As she neared the acting department, student volunteers were already on duty there.

The moment Yan Huan approached, the sharp-eyed volunteers rushed to greet her warmly.

“Junior, are you from our department?”

Yan Huan kept her head lowered, hat brim pulled down low, obscuring her features. Spotting the acceptance letter in her grasp, the volunteers approached, figuring her for their department’s student. As a recently established independent college, outsiders rarely wandered over. Hai Shi University wasn’t yet the top art academy, after all.

Yet this era brought glittering opportunities ahead. With entertainment firms booming in Hai Shi, the university’s acting program would soon shine. Students would flock in droves. For now, these volunteers truly missed out on the future buzz.

“Let’s register.” Lu Yi handed over Yan Huan’s admission letter while resting a hand atop her hat. Towering in height with a stern expression, he exuded overwhelming pressure in others’ eyes.

Not just debut university kids—even equals in standing felt that intense aura bearing down.

The student froze for ages, too intimidated to meet Lu Yi’s gaze head-on.

“Please follow me.”

He spun around, furtively wiping cold sweat from his brow. They said some gazes could kill outright. He’d never witnessed murderous eyes before, but terror-inducing ones? Today proved their existence.

Regardless of how firmly Lu Yi adjusted Yan Huan’s hat, he gripped her hand tightly to shield her from the crowd’s crush.

Arriving at the registration desk, a black-clad female teacher sat there. Lu Yi’s eyes narrowed faintly. Yan Huan, ever perceptive, sensed the odd tension too.

She raised her face and slipped off her sunglasses.

‘Eh?’ She blinked in astonishment. Then, amusement mixed with wryness washed over her. Life brimmed with twists and fateful encounters.

What was this? Had she handled her enrollment?

Grand Master Extinction—Fang Zhu.

They’d shared long conversations with Fang Zhu before. That same Teacher Fang Zhu had even become Lu Yi’s lifelong wife.

But this lifetime, Lu Yi and Fang Zhu held zero ties or familiarity—not even stranger-level acquaintance.

Fang Zhu couldn’t resist glancing at Lu Yi again. An inexplicable turmoil stirred in her chest. Her pulse quickened uncontrollably, racing beyond her control.

Awkwardly, she raised a hand to her lips and coughed lightly to regain composure.

“Sign up.”

Lu Yi set Yan Huan’s acceptance letter on the table. Fang Zhu accepted it, and upon reading the name, her pupils shrank sharply. It wasn’t just any name—it was Yan Huan.

Though she ignored entertainment buzz, everyone had matured alongside Yan Huan’s films. Yan Huan evolved with them on screen; they’d watched her blossom without fail.

To them, Yan Huan represented an untouchable icon.

Her fame sealed it.

Any regular person would have reeled in shock.

Fang Zhu felt truly stunned. Yet, the steady composure she had nurtured since childhood prevented her from panicking as others might. Nevertheless, she couldn't help feeling rattled.

She proceeded with the standard steps to finalize Yan Huan's enrollment. Enrolling a celebrity didn't bother her in the least. What did it matter if the girl was famous? Regardless of her stardom, she remained a student, and as the teacher, students were expected to obey and respect their instructors.

This version of Fang Zhu was just a new arrival at the university. She hadn't picked up those strange quirks she'd develop later. Though her looks were somewhat plain, she wasn't the type to grate on people.

Yan Huan certainly nursed grudges, carrying those from her previous life into this one. Any unresolved resentments from before lingered on. Fang Zhu, though, was a different story.

She harbored no grudge against Fang Zhu.

Naturally, she didn't believe she'd snatched Fang Zhu's man. If anything, Fang Zhu was the one who had taken hers.

“Sign.” Fang Zhu gestured to the pen on the desk, directing Yan Huan to sign it.

Yan Huan grasped the pen and inscribed her name. As she lifted her lashes with a solemn gaze, her stunningly beautiful eyes came into view. At twenty years old, they gleamed in their peak vibrancy.

She couldn't be matched to any twenty-five-year-old woman, especially since she was a beauty beyond compare.

Her long lashes fluttered delicately, as though kissed by a soft light. In that glow, they measured nearly one centimeter, thick, curly, and lush.

Yan Huan owned a pair of utterly mesmerizing eyes.

Fang Zhu's hands shook uncontrollably. What emotion swirled in her chest? She couldn't quite name it.

Jealousy might have played a part. She'd always stood out since youth, but never for her looks. She knew her own plainness, yet came from a family of scholars with excellent academics. At only twenty-five, while peers hustled desperately for average jobs, she already lectured at a university.

So she carried deep pride—yes, immense pride. She despised women with nothing but pretty faces and empty heads. But only she understood her real hatred: envy for the beauty they possessed, the kind she could never claim, sparking that bitter jealousy.