Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 2514(END)

“What?”

Yan Huan couldn't comprehend it right away. “What went in?”

“Drug abuse, drug trafficking, life sentence. Trust me.” Lu Yi locked eyes with Yan Huan. “In this life, no one will save him. He will rot in prison forever. He will stay imprisoned until his dying day.”

Yan Huan felt like clapping for Lu Yi. She figured that even if he wasn't the mastermind, he was surely the one pulling the strings. He would make it happen without fail. Once Lu Qin was locked up, only Qin Xiaoyue would remain, and she wouldn't flip her fate around.

As for Su Muran, she must have discovered that illness already.

Her condition was incurable, and death loomed inevitably. No one could rescue her. This was the suffering Su Muran had to face, her destined path.

And she... would perish.

The night resembled a devouring beast. Zhu Meina clutched her belly, cold sweat drenching her forehead. She had to keep fleeing if she wanted to escape. If not, disaster would strike both her unborn child and herself.

She refused to let this baby die, and she refused to die herself.

Yet at that moment, she had no clue where to flee. All she knew was she mustn't halt, no matter what.

Suddenly, a car pulled up before her. Its door swung open, and a woman stepped out. Removing her sunglasses, the woman revealed a face that nearly brought Zhu Meina to tears for the first time.

And tears did flow from her.

“Save me...”

She begged the woman for salvation, seeing her as a rescuing angel. She would never forget that woman's smile then, nor the strange sense of familiarity it stirred.

Afterward, the woman brought her somewhere safe and hired a nanny for her. Though she never visited again, she provided everything needed. Zhu Meina couldn't fathom why she was saved; it felt like they'd never crossed paths before.

Eventually, she pondered if it stemmed from their shared motherhood. Though her pregnancy wasn't by choice, she was a mother too. Rumor had it the woman was one as well, having birthed triplets—two sons and a daughter. Her films smashed box office records. She embodied life's ultimate winner; no one fit the role better.

Months passed, and she delivered a son. Naturally, he couldn't save her sister. Upon learning his blood type, a smile crept across her face.

“Hehe, that's perfect, that's perfect. You schemed endlessly, yet you triumphed over destiny in the end.”

Strutting back to the Su family with her son, she savored the enraged expressions of Su Muran and her daughter. Only then did she realize her so-called aunt had treated her like a pet dog, fooling her like a fool. Now, with her daughter ailing, she aimed to sacrifice her niece instead?

Intense hatred surged in her heart. Revenge was inevitable. She yearned to witness the pampered princess daughter reduced to a half-dead wreck.

She brimmed with pride. Joy overwhelmed her. Madness consumed her too.

But one day, her son vanished. He was gone, lost. This surely wasn't that woman's doing. Who else then?

She'd once believed she despised the child as a bastard she never wanted, the spawn that wrecked her existence. Yet after he was lost...,

gazing at his photo, she understood her love for him. He was her boy, her son, regardless of his father's identity. He was hers, but now lost forever.

Before vengeance could be claimed, Zhu Xianglan sold her one day to a thug named Brother Long.

They haggled over her like cheap meat, leaving her powerless except to seethe in hatred.

She knew sale awaited her, and death might follow.

Zhu Xianglan wouldn't spare her, and true revenge might elude this lifetime.

Opening her eyes once more, she beheld a woman's face and the infant in her arms. Spotting the child, tears erupted uncontrollably.

Sobs choked her throat.

She ached for her child so fiercely. She craved her child, yet he would never return.

Zhu Xianglan selling her child equated to selling her soul.

Yan Huan had saved her, but couldn't save her child.

She yearned to survive. Yes, life clung to her still. Death was not an option. No matter the torment, she must endure to witness Zhu Xianglan and her daughter's doom firsthand. She demanded retribution witnessed, outliving them both.

One year on, Su Muran succumbed within that time from her dire thalassemia, the rare Xi blood type, and as the family's precious only daughter. Zhu Xianglan teetered on the brink of insanity, yet no frenzy could bring her girl back to life. Su Qingdong harbored no doubts about Yan Huan's identity throughout. Naturally, he never realized Yan Huan's bone marrow possessed the ability to rescue his daughter.

So...

What do you call this?

Heaven punishes the wicked.

“You can go back.” Yan Huan approached, carrying a soundly sleeping child in her arms.

Zhu Meina lifted her eyelids. “Why should I go back? I only wanted to confirm that woman's death. Now my desires are satisfied. Su Muran is gone, Zhu Xianglan has lost her mind. My vengeance is complete.”

“But...” While speaking, she buried her face in her hands and burst into tears. “But my son is gone too.”

“This is for you.”

Yan Huan set the child from her arms before Zhu Xianglan.

Zhu Xianglan took the child into her embrace with utmost care, tears and mucus streaming down her face. She clutched the little one close, sobbing as if her heart would shatter.

She longed for her son.

Yan Huan laid her hand on Zhu Meina’s shoulder. “Boot Zhu Xianglan out. Everything becomes yours. It's all fated to belong to you.”

“You’re giving your son to me?”

Zhu Meina sniffled once more. “Really? Yan Huan, you're incredibly generous. You're truly kind-hearted.”

Yan Huan rolled her eyes. How could she become another woman's mother? He was obviously her own son. Since when was he somebody else's? Moreover, as her flesh and blood, how could she ever part with him?

“Zhu Meina, are you overthinking it?”

“Look closely at this child's face.”

Yan Huan rose to her feet. If recognition still escaped her, she'd shove Zhu Meina straight down the stairs. What an idiotic woman—why hadn't fate claimed her yet? She was squandering the planet's precious oxygen.

Soon after departing, the sounds of Zhu Meina's wails, shrill as a butchered pig, reached her ears.

She had finally seen it, hadn't she? She'd carried this child for an entire year. How could she fail to identify her own flesh and blood?

Yan Huan truly believed she'd fretted herself sick over Zhu Meina. Not just plotting endless rescues for her, but even snatching kids under cover of night. With her own trio of children, she'd borne yet another—and it was her blood-related little brother.

She remembered how, in her past life, Zhu Meina's deepest sorrow was failing to hold onto her son. Thus, in this rebirth, she'd ensured the boy stayed safe. It served as planting a future ruler for the Su family too.

Her blood, meanwhile, repaid the Su family's nurturing grace through a different path.

As she returned, Lu Yi came into view, seated nearby with his laptop balanced on his knees. Three cradles stood beside him, and he occasionally rocked them one by one with his hands.

At last, their three little ones were home.

Yan Huan went to him and crouched down.

“Lu Yi, don't you believe we'll get another lifetime?”

Lu Yi reached out, resting his hand on Yan Huan’s hair, soothing her tenderly.

“We've journeyed this far with no regrets in this existence. If a next life awaits, it's a bonus we've merited. If not, we'll still depart content, won't we?”

“Maybe as we age and our time draws near its close, upon opening our eyes once more, we'll revert to our vibrant youth. We'll correct the errors and hold fast to what was true.”

They had discovered the most vital souls in their worlds.

Through all their days, they vowed never to part, never forsake, never stray.

They were the ones ready to cherish worldly loves and wed at journey's end. They yearned too for that true second chance, free of cares forevermore.