Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 5: Stupid Her
Previously on Sweet Wife in My Arms...
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“You know best whether she’s crazy or not. Father will decide if you leave or stay. And...” His flat, chilling voice sent shivers through the maid, even without a trace of feeling. “Don’t forget your place. You’re nothing but Lu Qin’s dog. Do you think you can speak to me?”
Yan Huan stared at the floor, clutching the hem of her outfit. Prominent veins and injection bruises marred her frail hands.
The door swung open. Lu Yi dropped a suitcase onto the ground and strode away, showing no desire to pause or speak with her. Yan Huan recalled his words to her—he had pitied her, he mentioned.
Pressing against the door, she eavesdropped on Lu Yi's conversation.
“Cut the crap. I don’t care to listen. You’re fully aware of what went down between you two. Lu Qin, you’re the one who wed her, so quit using her supposed madness as your catch-all alibi. It’s infuriating. Do you honestly believe the whole family is a bunch of fools?”
Whether Lu Yi’s caution had any effect or not, they at least quit confining her inside the room. This seemed like Lu Qin’s fresh scheme to wear her down, as they’d also ceased delivering meals. Thirst could be quenched with faucet water for now, but hunger... she hadn’t solved that puzzle yet.
Throughout the night, nightmares plagued her relentlessly, jolting her awake in agony only to drag her back in. She lost track of if she was truly alert, dreaming, or even deceased.
Rising unsteadily, she clutched her belly and shuffled to the bathroom for a drink, staying doubled over. A door banged outside, startling her. She flicked off the light at once and concealed herself in the bathroom.
Darkness filled the room as the door creaked open, lights off, with footsteps echoing distinctly right outside. Yet they lingered.
“What’s your plan for this woman? I cautioned you. There’s a reason they warn against expecting hearts from actresses and sluts. This one will torment you forever now.”
“Mom, you understand why I wed her,” Lu Qin grumbled. “Given our standing in the family, marrying a film star was my sole shot at flipping the script. As a Lu family member, securing backing isn’t simple. Without this foolish woman, I wouldn’t have reached where I am today.”
“She’s pretty dim,” the woman laughed lightly. “Why else would she fund you from her own funds? But what’s next? You rescued Su Muran, granted the Sus a massive boon, and now that girl’s smitten with you. Linking with her clan means our heyday awaits. Only... what happens if she learns you’re wed?”
“Who claims I’m married?” Lu Qin sneered. “No one will declare it if I deny it. Divorce papers? I’ve obtained them.”
“So what’s the move now?” His mother remained uneasy. “She’s still officially Mrs. Lu.”
“Relax, Mom, hear me out,” Lu Qin whispered, shutting the door to block any listeners. Unbeknownst to them, the person they assumed slept soundly had stayed alert and caught every word.
The door groaned once more. Mother and son departed.
Drenched in sweat, Yan Huan emerged from the bathroom, her expression darker than before.