Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 2513

She had completely overlooked Zhu Meina.

Once she departed, Lu Yi gave Yan Huan’s hand another gentle shake, snapping her back to the present moment.

Silent now, Yan Huan climbed into Lu Yi's car alongside him. Zhu Meina, full of curiosity, slipped off her sunglasses.

Next, she pouted her lips.

“All the good men in this world have been snatched up by others. Why haven’t I encountered a good man?”

Lu Yi had driven away from the Su family already. Unless it was unavoidable, Yan Huan truly hated stepping foot in the Su residence. She loathed facing any Su family members, spilling their blood, dwelling on her links to them, or even drawing breath in their presence.

“What about her?”

Yan Huan breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. She snatched a tissue to scrub her hands. Unsure if it stemmed from slapping Su Muran, her palms felt greasy and queasy for some odd reason. Back home, she'd need to dunk herself in 84 disinfectant. Skip that, and she might not stomach a bite. Countless germs had likely contaminated her—utterly revolting.

“Who are you referring to?” Lu Yi kept driving steadily. He was momentarily baffled by Yan Huan's remark.

“Who else?” Yan Huan leaned back against the seat. Deep regret washed over her. How on earth had she blanked on that woman?

“It’s Zhu Meina.” She tugged at her hair. “What do we do now? She’s twisted up completely. Fixing her won’t be straightforward. The Zhu Meina shaped by Zhu Xianglan has turned into nothing but big breasts and no brains. Gone is the version from her past life, hardened by trials and finally wise.”

Truth be told, Zhu Meina from her previous life had become quite endearing by the end. Childless her whole life, yet the Su family fortune guaranteed her lavish days. Besides, Xiao Guang saw her as a surrogate mom. No worries even in death—someone would see her off properly.

Precisely when Zhu Meina passed away remained a mystery to Yan Huan. She outlived her by years, maybe reaching 70—ten years beyond—or 80, twenty years more.

In that prior life, Yan Huan sensed she'd met an early end.

That Zhu Meina, surviving decades past her, had faded from memory. These days, she'd warped irreparably.

Lu Yi extended his hand to pat Yan Huan’s head, soothing her like a wayward child.

“You can’t force a change in her destiny. While she lingers near Zhu Xianglan, this road is set for her. Without enough hardship, clarity won’t come.”

Lu Yi's words rang true to Yan Huan. She held no claim over Zhu Meina's fate, so how could she reshape it? Was she supposed to drop from the skies one day and declare it outright?

I’m going to save you on behalf of the Moon.

Zhu Meina would surely curse her into insanity, she figured. Molded this way already, rescue lay beyond her power.

Act at the perfect moment, and all would resolve. Lu Yi pulled over, cracked the window, letting outside breeze rush in. The chill wind sharpened wits right then.

Every soul treads their own trail alone. Overreach in alterations, and trouble brews.

Yan Huan recognized the vast shifts in her reborn life. Mother's doom rewritten stood largest. A dim-witted little brother appeared too. Her existence now brimmed full.

For Zhu Meina, that malformed girl, gradual reform awaited. Her nature could shift eventually. Amid the Su clan's turmoil, though, ditching the big-breasted, brainless act? Only if Zhu Xianglan allowed it.

The Su family's grand occasion loomed soon, hurling them into mayhem. Then she'd plunge from above, yanking Zhu Meina from dire straits.

This notion sparked her laughter. Lu Yi shook his head, forging ahead with the drive. The car melted away into the night's distant road.

This rebirth felt utterly flawless.

No sickness plagued her, no agony struck, no catastrophes loomed.

Years on, the Ye family airport rose complete. Only afterward did Ye Chuji discover his nephew had snapped up the vital airport land, so he compelled a 20% share handover to Lu Yi and kin.

Linlang, Yan Huan's company, started bringing in profits as well. This district's growth had transformed it into Hai City's richest area. The spot where Qing Lin selected the building turned out to be right in the heart. Yi Ling kept laughing endlessly over this, even praising how sharp Yan Huan's eyes were. It used to be a place nobody wanted back then, but now it stood as the core of the new city.

Not to mention other things, Linlang's own building alone was valued highly.

Naturally, the movies Linlang produced over these years stunned everyone. From a tiny new startup, it claimed the top two spots on the box office charts.

Meanwhile, Yan Huan rose to stardom effortlessly. She snagged international best actress awards, domestic best actress honors, and massive box office success. Yet, at the height of her fame, she stepped away quietly.

Why the urge to have children?

In these years, Yan Huan's mind was filled only with thoughts of her three kids. She simply wondered when they would come.

She once believed that skipping childbirth at 28 might mean missing those exact three children forever. Unexpectedly, pregnancy happened by chance.

Early on, anxiety kept her from eating or sleeping properly, fearing it wasn't her three children—what then? Lu Yi struggled to console her, sharing her longing just as deeply. Though grown, wedded, and with families of their own, the kids remained their kids no matter the size.

Only after a full month of fretting and fear did the truth emerge.

Doctors called it twins.

Yan Huan and Lu Yi exchanged glances. Deep down, just they understood: not two, but three.

Their family's three little ones had come back at last.

This time around, no suffering awaited them. With their mother never starved before, ample nutrition posed no worry, nor did fears of overeating bulk, and certainly no sibling rivalry for their sister's share.

Yan Huan desperately wanted confirmation on that hidden child at first, but it stubbornly stayed concealed. After extra checks, that naughty little girl proved playful indeed, intent on hide-and-seek with her mom, refusing to reveal herself.

“Lu Qin has gone in.” Lu Yi guided Yan Huan to a seat, then caressed her belly tenderly. His expression softened, provided one overlooked the icy detachment in his gaze.