In the morning the next day, Ye Shuyun brought Lu Jin to attend her classmate gathering. In this day and age, classmate gathering is just another name for ‘comparing who is living better’. However, Ye Shuyun wasn’t afraid of competing with anyone now. Her husband, her son, and especially her daughter-in-law, were all incomparable.
Ye Shuyun went in with her fuchsia outfit and a set of valuable jewelry, which were indubitably authentic gemstones. Ye Shuyun wore them like stones, basking in the afterglow of the jewelry. Despite nearing fifty, her skin was well taken care of, and her outfit made put her in a class of her own.
Qin Xiaoyue pursed her lips and feltat her own neck, where a thin, gemless necklace rested. She was well-aware that Ye Shuyun’s Paris-fashion week limited edition outfit and jewelry were all bought by Yan Huan. How did Lu Yi marry such a rich wife? Her son was not lesser than Lu Yi, so why couldn’t he find a wife like that too?
“Why didn’t you marry Yan Huan? Such a rich woman. If you married her, all her money would be yours. We wouldn’t have to spend our days like this, would we?” complained Qin Xiaoyue. She was rueful every time she thought about it. She didn’t know how much Yan Huan had, but the best actress would easily earn up to millions or even billions with one film. Even though the Lu Family gave them allowances, it wasn’t as though they could spend their resources freely. She and Lu Qin’s lives were obviously better than the average person, but Lu Jin’s family had kept them in check. The old man is so biased, too. Despite him scolding Lu Jin and Lu Yi, he still cared only about Lu Yi deep down, and not Lu Qin. If Lu Qin was the one who married an actress, Lu Sr. wouldn’t even bat an eye. It had to be Lu Yi who married an actress.
Initially, she was filled with schadenfreude; he could have married anyone but an actress. But who’s laughing now? The actress he married was a damn gold mine.
If her son had married her, there would almost be no doubts about his future.
Qin Xiaoyue’s scoldings made Lu Qin indignant and vexed. Did she think he didn’t have the intention to marry her? He had already set his eyes on that dumb woman Yan Huan way back. He wouldn’t even mind being the bride. Once he had her locked down with a ring, all of her money would be his, and he would have anything he wanted. But all that planning had gone south after Lu Yi’s intervention.
Yan Huan got married to Lu Yi, and all her money went to him. In the acting industry, who else can approach and manipulate?
He truly felt as though he lost an opportunity, a life-changing opportunity. The stored vexation was giving him a heartache.
Every night, he would wake up in cold sweat, rueful at the opportunity and fortune that had slipped away from his grasp.
Bam! He slammed his hand into the handrail of the stairs. Qin Xiaoyue screamed.
“What are you doing? Don’t you want your hand anymore?”
“Leave me alone, Mom!” said Lu Qin, his impatience growing. He turned and walked outside. He didn’t want to be beneath Lu Yi his whole life. He wanted to win, he wanted to live large, he wanted to make a name for himself.
Suddenly, he thought of another woman. That woman might be able to help him.
Su Muran of the Su Family.
He sneered. Beneath his handsome face was the viciousness of a wolf. The means didn’t matter as long as they could help him reach the end he desired.
Lu Yi, let’s see who will be the last one laughing.
Yan Huan shuddered abruptly.
“What’s wrong?” Lu Yi took a blanket and wrapped her up. “Cold?”
“Yes,” said Yan Huan, huddling up. “I felt a sudden chill. ”
Lu Yi used the remote to turn up the temperature. He himself didn’t feel cold, but he thought perhaps women were more sensitive to coldness.
“Still cold?” asked Lu Yi, hugging her tighter and warming her with his temperature.
Yan Huan shook her head and buried her face in his chest.
“Hubby,” she said in a cutesy voice. She liked calling him that.
“Mhm? What is it?” asked Lu Yi, resting his chin on Yan Huan’s head, breathing in the faint fragrance from her hair. It smelled good, whether it was her natural fragrance or the shampoo.
“I’m going to Serene City,” said Yan Huan, covering herself with the blanket. “I might be staying there for a while for work.”
“Go,” said Lu Yi, looping his hands around her waist. “But take care of yourself. Don’t make me worry.”
“I will,” sniffed Yan Huan. Her voice was a little different than usual, but Lu Yi didn’t pay too much attention to it. He thought she was just being sentimental.
He now knew the meaning behind the saying “romance prevails over motivation”.
For that instant, he wanted to abandon everything and go with her, yet he had to perish the thought when he remembered the heaps of letters at the Procuratorate.
However, Yan Huan was no caged bird. She was a small eagle, and she needed to fly. She needed his support and encouragement, and that he will grant her. He will hold her carefully in his palms, but he would never snap her wings.
His Huanhuan was weak.
But his Huanhuan was also strong.
Luo Lin pushed the mountain of schedules before Yan Huan.
“I don’t get it, why would you take this offer? It’s not even an important one.”
She had filled up Yan Huan’s schedule for the next month with events within the Sea City, and everything had pretty much been fixed too. Any events in Serene City ought to wait for another month, but now everything had to be pushed forward. What’s going on in Yan Huan’s mind?
“Do you take me for a god, Yan Huan?” said Luo Lin. She wanted to knock Yan Huan’s head apart and see what’s in there for herself.
“Please, Luo Lin,” pleaded Yan Huan. “I just want to see what Serene City has to offer now that there’s an opportunity for me to be transferred there. Just this once, alright?”
Yan Huan stood up and held Luo Lin’s hand.
Shaky shake, shaky shake.
Just this once, for my sake.
