Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“If you’re satisfied, let’s go back.” Lu Yi stood up and extended his hand to Yan Huan. Yan Huan used her hands to grab his and moved his palm up and down. She started talking to him.
Lu Yi wasn’t someone who cried easily and it was the same when it came to him laughing. Any good joke would become a cold joke when said by him and any touching image would probably leave him emotionless.
Hence along the away, Yan Huan was talking to him and he was only listening. He would reply from time to time but it was enough for Yan Huan to know that he was listening.
She liked to share with him the things that were happening around her. The good, the bad, funny stories and even those that weren’t funny. Even though he wasn’t good at giving advice, he was a good listener. And sometimes, she wants someone like that.
Someone who would listen to her talk quietly. That was enough.
“Lu Yi?” suddenly, someone from behind called Lu Yi’s name.
Yan Huan turned around to take a look.
Immediately she felt a pinch in her heart, almost as if she drank too much vinegar. This feeling left her very uncomfortable.
“Your ex-girlfriend is here,” even though Yan Huan was smiling, she was obviously gritting her teeth.
Lu Yi lifted his brows as a laughter flashed in his eyes.
“Lu Yi, it is you?”
Fang Zhu quickly walked over. She didn’t expect to see him here.
Lu Yi nodded his head lightly–it was his way of greeting her.
“Hi,” Yan Huan peeked out from behind Lu Yi. Her hand was around Lu Yi’s neck as Lu Yi squinted his eyes to warn her not to take it too far. She might fall.
However, his hands carefully protected this woman. If she were to fall and cry, he would be the one feeling terrible.
“Hi…”
Fang Zhu stood there in a daze. She thought Lu Yi was alone, why was there one more person? Also, what was she doing? What was she doing to Lu Yi?
“Who are you?” Fang Zhu had a cold look on her face. She looked as if she had caught her husband cheating on her. The jealousy on her face was obvious.
“Who am I?” Yan Huan pointed at herself as she laughed in joy. In her past life, this woman didn’t sneer at her any less and even though Yan Huan wasn’t a good person in her last life, she didn’t do anything that had impeded Fang Zhu.
She remembered the past grudges and it wasn’t that she wasn’t going to take revenge for them, the time for it hasn’t come.
It was now. She was the one who had appeared in front of them here. Yan Huan had nothing to do with it.
“Who are you?” Fang Zhu asked again coldly. He gaze moved towards Lu Yi.
“Lu Yi, who is she?”
Lu Yi tidied up Yan Huan’s hair, “she is my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Fang Zhu’s voice immediately raised a few pitches. “You have a girlfriend? How can you have a girlfriend? Someone like you should be single for his whole life.”
“Auntie, why are you so weird?” Yan Huan rested her chin on Lu Yi’s shoulder. She hated it when people criticized Lu Yi.
“Whether my husband is single or not, what does it have to do with you? Besides, he already has me and is no longer single. Also, you’re so old, it can’t be that you’re not married yet right?”
Yan Huan’s calling her auntie almost made Fang Zhu puke blood in anger.
“What did you call me?”
“Auntie,” Yan Huan had a face of innocence and her acting wasn’t something any commoner could react to. If she wanted to play, she would definitely outwit Fang Zhu. Because she knew what Fang Zhu’s weakness was. Hmm…
“You called me auntie?” Fang Zhu’s veins on her forehead started to pop.
“Auntie? You called me auntie? You dare to call me auntie?”
“If you’re not auntie, then what are you?” Yan Huan hung on Lu Yi’s shoulder as she pressed her face against his. She was obviously showing off her love for him to anger Fang Zhu.
“Auntie, are you 40 yet?”
“I am 28, I am 28…” Fang Zhu’s chest was heaving in anger as she felt her lungs exploding with anger.
“I am only 23, auntie.” Yan Huan pointed at her face. “I am prettier, younger, have a better figure, better at flirting and love him more than you. Wouldn’t he be stupid to choose you over me?”
Fang Zhu started heaving even more intensely as she suddenly turned around and pressed her chest.
She wanted to puke from anger.
No, she cannot puke. Yan Huan didn’t have the ability to make someone puke blood yet.
She still didn’t feel at ease after this. In her past life, Fang Zhu had bullied her and treated Lu Yi as a slave. She was never good to him and she was about to avenge both herself and Lu Yi this time.
As Fang Zhu turned around to say something, Yan Huan smiled at her. That smile made Fang Zhu want to puke even more.
Yan Huan turned around and kissed Lu Yi.
Lu Yi pinched her face.
“Stop it.”
Yan Huan stuck her tongue out at him. “Why, does it hurt?” She was incredibly jealous at the moment.
“What rubbish are you talking about, do you want others to see you?”
Lu Yi warned softly.
Yan Huan also felt more people looking on and she felt as if she was being treated like a monkey.
“But I am not done yet,” she rested her chin on Lu Yi’s head. “I don’t want to let Fang Zhu go like this. I can’t even bear to see you angry but she has never treated you like a person. If I don’t take revenge for this, I cannot take it.”
Lu Yi’s voice stuck in his throat.
He softly soothed Yan Huan’s hair. This was the first time he felt protected by a woman and such protection left his heart warm. Just like light shining in after a really long blizzard, melting everything with it.
“Let’s go,” He tapped Yan Huan’s shoulder. “You are a public figure, watch out.”
“No,” Yan Huan was frustrated. She wasn’t done.
Lu Yi looked as more people gathered and at Fang Zhu’s face that was incredibly pale. Were they really going to make a spectacle for these people to see? He scooped Yan Huan up with one hand as he lifted her and left.
“Lu Yi, stop!”
Fang Zhu wanted to give chase at the back as she felt the anger rushing up to her head. She took a look at Lu Yi who used to listen to her every demand carrying another girl away. That girl was younger than her, prettier than her, better at flirting and Lu Yi listened to her more. Her heart was itching and the itch hurts.
Lu Yi stuffed Yan Huan in the car to prevent others from watching.
He opened his car door and sat inside.
Yan Huan rubbed her hair and realized her hat was missing. Her spectacles were crooked but her beauty was incredibly irresistible under the glow of the moonlight.
Her face was too pretty, too good.
