Ye Jianguo didn’t want to talk about the Lu Family, so he switched the topic to Sun Yuhan. His granddaughter was his only solace now. Her popularity had risen considerably after starring in a few dramas, and now she was going to be a part of a major production, though Ye Chuji had to pull some strings to get her the role.
“Yes. Everything has been arranged,” said Ye Chuji. In truth, he was tired of dealing with Sun Yuhan’s bothersome requests. She had gotten all her roles through connections, and she simply didn’t have the ability to act, yet she never got tired of acting. Couldn’t she settle for some other job, or just freeload at home? Why did she have to mimic Yan Huan? Yan Huan had reached her heights by taking a step at a time, but what did Sun Yuhan have to vie for best actress? Nothing. The title would never be hers.
But he couldn’t tell that to Ye Jianguo. Ye Jianguo doted on his granddaughter, and wouldn’t take any criticism towards her.
When Sun Yuhan, who was acting abroad, saw the headline of Yan Huan’s pregnancy, her mood turned foul.
“What’s wrong? Did someone make you angry?” asked Lu Qin as he sat down opposite her. His net worth had skyrocketed after co-starring beside Sun Yuhan, and recently he had won the popularity award of the year. It was only a matter of time before he got the international best actor award.
Sun Yuhan’s moodiness today had gotten in the way of the filming progression.
“Take a look for yourself,” she said, shoving the newspaper towards Lu Qin.
Lu Qin glanced at the headline of Yan Huan’s pregnancy and her pictures with Lu Yi at the baby product shop. Suddenly, he felt sick.
He tossed the newspaper aside, feeling sulky.
Sun Yuhan glanced at the newspaper as she toyed with her fingers. She had to get rid of Yan Huan; her existence was a time bomb for her.
Especially Ye Jianguo. The more he dotes on her now, the more he’ll resent her in the future. The Ye Family was her pillar of support, but she could imagine the outcome if the cat gets out of the bag one day.
Yet there was no one she could confer with or reveal her impersonation to, not even Lu Qin.
She was on the same boat as Lu Qin, but that was only because she was the granddaughter of the Ye Family. The status had put them on equal footing, and won her Lu Qin’s obedience.
Without it, she would be a common woman. The Ye Family will never forgive her, and whether Lu Qin will protect her remained uncertain. That’s why she had to keep the act going.
I’ll be fine, she consoled herself, nothing will go wrong. She was the only one who knew about the secret. As long as she held the letter and the real DNA report, no one will find out about the deception.
High-strung, she made so many bloopers during the afternoon shoot that the director nearly left in a fit of rage.
Sun Yuhan was fairly well-known among the industry.
A powerful background and starting point, but horrible acting skills. She pretty much recited her scripts with zero expression, yet she somehow managed to become popular.
“How did it go?” Lu Yi asked the obstetrician eagerly when Yan Huan walked out of the room.
“Good,” the obstetrician nodded. “The babies are healthy, and their weights are within safe range. Keep it up and we can make it to eight months with no problems.”
Yan Huan’s babies were six months old, and her belly had swelled considerably as compared to a few weeks back. She didn’t grow much plumper herself, since all the nutrients were absorbed by the babies.
“This big again?” cried He Yibin. He Yibin was always afraid of Yan Huan’s belly growing bigger whenever he saw her. A premature birth would no doubt be a bad thing for both mother and children.
“Eat less.” What else could He Yibin say? Eating less and keeping the babies’ weight in check was the best advice he could give.
However, no matter how little Yan Huan ate, all the nutrients went to her babies. Otherwise, how could she have remained so lean when her belly was that big?
Yan Huan touched her belly.
What should she do? Every mention of “eat” made her hungry. She was already eating very little. Her usual six meals a day had been reduced to three meals. What next? Living on water? Even if I lived on water, she thought dismally, my babies are going to continue growing.
Yan Huan was a symbol of misery on the way home.
“Bear with it just a little more,” Lu Yi uncapped a bottle of water and passed it to her. She took small sips. Her head was filled with eating thoughts, as though she had not eaten in centuries. Has there ever been a mother-to-be more miserable than her? There were so many things she couldn’t eat. Heck, even filling her stomach was illicit.
“You can eat anything you want after giving birth,” soothed Lu Yi. He had to give her a goal; the following months would be miserable if she thought about eating all day.
“I want to eat cup noodles,” Yan Huan pressed her chin against a bottle. She would be content with a cup of cup noodles, nothing more. She had already been starving for more than a month.
She wasn’t starving “starving,” of course. She still had three meals a day, which was more than enough to satisfy her in the past. The problem was, her appetite had grown enormously after Lu Yi’s attempts to fatten her up.
Lu Yi replaced her bottle of water. “Drink more and you won’t feel hungry anymore.”
Yan Huan knew that was a lie, but she complied. Drink more and I won’t feel hungry, she thought, for now.
