Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 4: Cheating Couple
Previously on Sweet Wife in My Arms...
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
At last, the man moved closer. Darkness gave way to reveal his sharp features. He stood in stark contrast to Lu Qin, who was handsome and mild, whereas this man exuded cold severity.
“Several months ago, Su Muran was diagnosed with serious thalassemia, which I’m sure you’re familiar with?”
Everything clicked for Yan Huan. She finally grasped the reason.
Lu Qin had craved her blood for that very purpose. He preserved the baby solely to harvest the umbilical cord blood. That explained his savage incision into her belly to extract the premature infant, all to secure the umbilical cord blood for the woman he cherished.
Lu Yi watched the woman before him in silence. He noted her quivering form, her strained muscles clenching uselessly.
“There must be something hateful in a pitied person.”
Moments later, he delivered those cutting words without mercy and departed, abandoning Yan Huan on the bed like a lifeless soul to confront the torment of her lost child alone.
Yes, the pitiable always harbor something despicable.
I merit no one's sympathy, no one's compassion.
On the TV screen, a perfect couple stood side by side—a soft-hearted, gentle man beside a pure and lovely woman. What an ideal pairing from the heavens.
“Adulterous pair...” Yan Huan fixed a icy glare on the screen, venom hissing past her crimson lips laced with profound loathing.
Upon her return to the Lu Family, a servant flung a suitcase at her feet.
“Master Qin said you must leave. You're no longer welcome here.”
Yan Huan bent down to retrieve the luggage. Rather than depart, she ascended the stairs one step at a time.
“Yan Huan, are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said?”
The servant lunged forward in a single leap, yanking Yan Huan’s hair.
Yan Huan's fingers slackened, and the suitcase burst open, spilling its contents: her undergarments and a few worn odds-and-ends trinkets, nothing more.
The sight mockingly evoked the gold-digger taunts she'd endured. Yet how much had she truly gained by marrying into the Lu family? Every yuan she earned poured into Lu Qin, scrap by scrap building his fortune until he claimed Best Actor status. What had Lu Qin ever returned to her? What from the Lu Family? Even that suitcase held only items from her wedding day arrival, and now they sought to eject her like trash?
“Heh...”
How could such a bargain exist? Where else could anyone snag a deal like that?
As she stooped to gather more garments, a strong hand reached out first, lifting them. It brushed away the grime, neatly folded the clothes, and tucked them back into the suitcase.
Her nose stung, eyes clouding with moisture that nearly spilled as tears, but she forced it down. Piece by piece, she added the clothes to her suitcase. When she rose to claim it, that strong hand snatched it beforehand.
The man hefted the suitcase, spun on his heel, and headed upstairs. Yan Huan trailed behind in quiet obedience, her palm instinctively pressing her lower belly where relentless pangs tormented her.
She stifled any cries of agony, enduring in silence.
She refused to voice the suffering, burying it deep within.
The servant abruptly darted forward, barring Lu Yi's path with an extended arm.
“Master Yi, what's the meaning of this? Master Qin demands this woman leave. She's deranged. Does Master Yi wish to see her attack someone?”
Lu Yi’s lips stayed tightly compressed, betraying no curve.