Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 2512

“This is a truly despicable deed. Even if they don’t sue you, once the evidence gets exposed, your whole life will be destroyed.”

She actually dared to hire killers, stalk, and abduct someone? If this scandal truly came out, would Su Muran have any future left in her life?

Plus, who did she kidnap? No other than Yan Huan herself.

Su Muran’s complexion drained to a ghostly white, her frame teetering on collapse. Her heart turned icy, and her limbs chilled through.

“Are you ready?”

Lu Yi questioned Yan Huan.

“Of course.” Yan Huan balled her fist toward Lu Yi, showing she was set.

Lu Yi sighed helplessly, took her fist, and pried open her fingers one by one. “Miss Yan, control your force. Don’t end up killing her.”

“Don’t worry, I know my limits.” Yan Huan teased Lu Yi’s palm with a scratch. She realized her mind was from her seventies or eighties now, turning her childish. Still, she understood perfectly—taking a life meant losing her own. Su Muran was just a doomed wretch. She wouldn’t throw her life away over such a short-lived pest.

Should she really slap Su Qingdong to death, no one would cheer, “Hmm, well struck, perfectly done, casually brilliant. This rids the world of evil and eases Earth’s load.”

With a real death on her hands, even Lu Yi being a prosecutor wouldn’t save her—she’d likely face execution too.

She hadn’t brought her three little ones into the world yet, nor did she want such deadly trouble.

The entire Su family waited as Lu Yi and Yan Huan walked in.

Su Qingdong’s expression darkened, Zhu Xianglan seethed in fury, and Su Muran’s cheeks burned red.

“Ranran!” Su Qingdong barked at Su Muran, bracing her for the punishment.

Su Muran’s body went rigid for an instant. She stayed seated, unmoving. This went beyond a mere face slap—it was out to claim her life.

“Muran!” Su Qingdong called once more, his tone full of the Su family head’s authority. Su Muran stiffened again, finally rising reluctantly.

She then stepped before Yan Huan.

Her chin tilted up slightly, baring her sharp triangular eyes for all to see. Her look screamed, “Let’s see you strike me. Dare you really do it?”

Yes, most folks wouldn’t dare.

Yan Huan did.

Yan Huan seized her wrist.

“Miss Su, one slap settles it all. After this, everything you did to me gets wiped clean.”

Humph! Su Muran snorted from her nostrils. She longed to whirl away and escape the shame. Yet she knew dodging this blow was futile—unless she admitted kidnapping Yan Huan to the world, avoiding one slap but inviting endless hidden ones. That fate she couldn’t stomach.

So she stayed put. This slap, she’d etch in her memory.

Yan Huan, don’t you ever fall into my grasp. Or I’ll make you plead for life.

While scheming Yan Huan’s torments, a sudden numbness hit her cheek. She flew backward before she could even blink.

Then Zhu Xianglan shrieked.

Su Muran slammed hard onto the floor. Half her face numbed solid, a metallic tang filled her mouth. She coughed uncontrollably, spitting bloody froth that held two white teeth.

Her hands had turned raw.

Yan Huan shook out her wrist. Using feet for kicks wasn’t half bad. Next time, she’d skip the hands. This strike took little effort, dislodging just two teeth. Knocking out four would’ve been standard anyway.

“Muran...”

Finally snapping to, Zhu Xianglan rushed over, clutching her near-lifeless daughter while howling.

No one foresaw Su Muran suffering like this from a single slap. Just one slap! Yet it knocked teeth loose. This was real life, not a novel or TV show. Yan Huan was only a woman—what strength could she pack? Still, that power nearly ended her.

Su Qingdong trembled in rage, words failing him. At last, he understood Lei Qingyi’s pity.

Little wonder something felt off all along. Lu Yi wasn’t dim. He couldn’t want just any slap. He’d anticipated this—a lone slap could doom Su Muran. He knew one was plenty; extras served no purpose.

Su Qingdong had lived so many years, but a young fellow in his twenties managed to scheme against him. What a humiliating plot it was. That slap didn't just strike Su Muran’s face; it simultaneously smacked Su Qingdong’s as well. His reputation swelled up from the blow, leaving him too ashamed to face anyone.

“Let’s go.” Lu Yi grasped Yan Huan’s hand and strode away without glancing back.

“Does the slap hurt?”

He took Yan Huan’s hand and inspected it closely. The slap probably wasn't too painful, yet it had turned red.

“It doesn’t hurt.” Yan Huan wiggled the hand she'd used for slapping. “My hand slipped and I held back my strength. Why didn’t you let me slap twice? If one hand slipped, there was still the other one.”

Su Qingdong naturally overheard Yan Huan’s grumble. Right then, his face turned ghastly pale. His head buzzed loudly, blocking out even Zhu Xianglan’s wails.

They had no choice but to swallow this bitter pill. Even if it stuck in their throats, they still had to force it down.

As Yan Huan and Lu Yi stepped out, a luxury sedan pulled up right then. From it emerged a woman in revealing clothes, one who looked utterly tacky.

She sauntered forward, hips swinging wildly. The stilettos on her feet measured some 17 to 18 centimeters. An average person in those would have their feet crippled; even a catwalk model would face a real challenge just to wear and walk in such towering heels.

Moreover, her face was smeared like a chaotic palette, overloaded with colors and powdered deathly white. She wore a skintight outfit too. As her heels clicked unsteadily, the hefty mounds on her chest bounced around, as if they might spill out any second.

Yan Huan’s eyes widened abruptly at the sight of this woman, her pupils shrinking tight.

Oh yeah, why had everything felt off lately? Hadn’t she sensed she’d overlooked something? She’d even planned to consult Lu Yi, hoping he might jog her memory. But now, no questions needed, no pondering required.

She already knew exactly what she’d forgotten.