Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 2509

He got one thing spot on. Su Muran was truly a pampered brat. She hadn't matured into the cunning schemer she turned into later. Never having tasted defeat, she remained oblivious to those she shouldn't provoke—and naturally, there were some that even she, Su Muran, couldn't handle.

One such person went by the name of Yan Huan.

Yan Huan stepped out of the Linlang building. The whole structure was now fully operational, and she'd successfully lured Luo Lin over. Paired with Yi Ling, the duo could tackle any challenge. They were confident that their teamwork would propel Linlang to greater heights, just like in her past life. Operational issues wouldn't trouble them at all.

After all, wasn't she still around?

How had she single-handedly upheld Linlang before? She could pull off the same feat now.

Yan Huan never fretted over this matter. She had no fear of Linlang hemorrhaging cash, for it was simply impossible for losses to occur.

Yes, she'd pondered it thoroughly. With everything formalized, as long as she delivered strong performances, success was assured. Naturally, she needed to produce those profitable films that benefited Linlang.

So, what had slipped her mind?

Right, why couldn't it come to her?

Exactly, what was it she'd overlooked?

She'd head back to consult Lu Yi. Whatever Lu Yi knew, she could learn too—though it eluded her now. Maybe Lu Yi held the key. Even without ideas, a nudge from him would spark her memory.

For now, no recollection surfaced, so Yan Huan let it go. She tugged her hat low and strode ahead. She'd planned to fetch her car, but then it hit her: nearly noon, lunchtime approaching. Caught up in busyness, she'd skipped eating.

Cooking at home would take too long. Instead, she opted to grab some ready grilled fish for Lu Yi's place. Perfect timing—this spot was close to the prosecutor's office. After picking it up, she could head straight there.

She knew precisely what to get. A nearby restaurant served excellent grilled fish; she'd tried it once, and the flavor was spot-on. Grilled fish it was for today.

With her items packed, she prepared to leave. Driving wasn't on the agenda—the distance was short, walking the easiest option. Even by car, parking would be a hassle here, slower than going on foot. The time to park alone might get her to the office.

She took the familiar side path, one she'd traversed endlessly. She could navigate it blindfolded. No way did she suspect anyone plotting against her.

She paid no heed to potential threats. Anyone foolish enough to target her would face her fists first.

And today, she encountered just such a bold stalker.

Her fingers tightened in secret.

Then she halted, letting out a skyward sigh.

What rotten luck, truly.

At last, someone appeared for her to spar with. A fierce little girl from youth, now a fierce woman—yet she had to play the lady, refraining from striking out carelessly.

After all, they were merely earning a living. She wouldn't harm those she could spare.

The steps trailing her drew nearer. Yan Huan knew this sensation well—from her past life, kidnapped multiple times. Her sharp danger instinct lingered from then.

She owed Su Qingdong thanks for that indelible lesson.

No wonder she refused to call Su Qingdong her father.

She remained rooted, gazing at the azure sky and drifting clouds overhead. The day was splendid. Eyes shut in bliss, her natural red lips curved upward.

What better backdrop for a brawl than this lovely spring vista?

A sudden breeze whooshed past her ear. She sensed their attack.

Her head snapped around as that hand neared her shoulder.

Surprise flickered in the man's eyes, mingled with raw greed. Lust, perhaps? But he'd soon learn: coveting beauty like hers demanded a heavy toll.

Messing with the wrong target meant paying dearly—maybe a price too steep to bear.

His gaze burned with intense desire, his heartbeat accelerating wildly. Naturally, his body was flooding with hormones that sparked wild excitement. An unrelenting blaze of lust refused to fade away.

Ultimately, she hadn't fully steeled her resolve. She skipped a few more taunting words for the thug. Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted from him. Then, with a thunderous crash, the man hurtled backward, slamming hard against the wall. The sturdy structure held firm without crumbling. Yet, the cascading dust coated his face and form, leaving him sprawled on the floor like an overturned turtle.

Yan Huan lowered her foot and cracked her knuckles. Her eyes scanned the remaining thugs who hadn't attacked yet.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, her eyes crystal clear. She appeared as a fragile woman they could crush effortlessly with one hand, yet that single kick had launched a full-grown man through the air.

And now, her smile lingered, sending chills racing down their spines.

The men instinctively retreated a step. Disbelief gripped them. Fear surged within, urging them to flee.

Still, they forced themselves to stand firm, exchanging glances. They all understood the shared resolve: capture this woman no matter what.

They refused to accept it. How could several burly men fail against one delicate woman? If word got out, others would mock them mercilessly.

Outnumbered, the group huddled together. They never imagined losing to a single woman. Unless she possessed freakish power, toppling them one after another.

What they failed to realize was their grave mistake this time. They'd struck an ironclad foe. Yan Huan wielded unnatural strength, a secret transformation known only to her family until now.

A series of heavy thuds echoed like scenes from a martial arts flick. The men lay defeated on the ground, wishing for death.

Especially the one at the bottom, crushed under the pile.

What about a woman lacking power?

What about a woman who couldn't withstand a hit?

What about the one-hand chokehold?

Easy prey. Easy prey.

Where was the easy prey now?