“If there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask Lu Yi. He’s an excellent math major, but he wasn’t bad at humanities either. Just that he leaned more towards math.”
“Alright,” said Yan Huan, turning another page over without absorbing anything.
Finally. Carrying the wooden box, Lu Jin left with such haste that he didn’t even drink a glass of water. He could only sleep at ease with the pleasant smell of old paper and the assuring sight of his treasure.
When Lu Jin was gone, Lu Yi turned back.
“Do you need help with any part of the book, Miss Yan?”
“Every part,” said Yan Huan. Still, it wasn’t difficult for her to put a show of reading.
“Is that so?” said Lu Yi mysteriously.
Yan Huan leaned back and buried her face in the book. In the dimness, she saw a strange word. Wait, this… Could it be…
She held the book further, saw an illustration, and tossed the book away. Her face was in turn black and white, and her hands fidgeted restlessly.
It’s over. All her dignity is in the gutters.
Lu Yi picked up the book and placed it on the table. Three red words were emblazoned on the cover: All About Sex.
It’s over. It’s all over. How could she have done something so foolish?
There’s nothing wrong with a couple reading erotic fiction to get into the mood, but Lu Jin was there! She read it unabashed before Lu Jin! She couldn’t live with such shame.
She stood up, ran into the bedroom, and began banging her head against the pillow.
Lu Yi was the one who took out the book, a treasure of Lei Qingyi. Yan Huan took it out before Lu Yi could study and experiment with the techniques demonstrated in it.
He walked into the bedroom and rested a hand on Yan Huan’s head.
“What are you doing?”
“Ramming my head into the pillow,” said Yan Huan with a muffled voice.
Lu Yi sat down, helpless as to what to do with this little turtle.
“Relax, Dad didn’t see anything aside from his Wu Daozi painting.”
“Really?” Yan Huan sat up and tugged at Lu Yi’s clothes. She planned to continue what she was doing if Lu Yi confessed it was a lie.
“Yup,” nodded Lu Yi. “He saw you reading but didn’t notice what you were reading.”
“That’s good,” said Yan Huan, patting her chest. Thank god he didn’t. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was anyone else, but she wasn’t thick-skinned enough to do it before an elder.
Lu Yi suddenly reached out and pinched her cheeks.
“What made you read that? Are you not satisfied with my performance?” Lu Yi narrowed his eyes threateningly.
“Not satisfied? Of course not!” Yan Huan wasn’t an innocent little girl, so she clearly understood what kind of performance Lu Yi was talking about. How could she not be satisfied? Lu Yi’s good figure was enough to prove that he wasn’t incapable in bed.
“Is that so?” Lu Yi suddenly pressed himself onto her, the dishonest woman. “So you are into variety.”
Did she? Yan Huan felt innocent.
She wanted to explain, but an explanation clearly wasn’t what the man was after.
And after that, well, we all know what happened.
Thankfully, the soundproofing of the room was good and they didn’t share many neighbors. Had they been staying at the place where she used to live with Yi Ling, her cheeks would have burned so fiercely it would have made an excellent frying pan.
Satiated in every way, Lu Yi left for work in high spirits. Yan Huan felt as though her waist was about to snap as she massaged it gently. She pulled the blanket over herself and tugged at a corner of the blanket.
Remembering the experience from last night, she could feel an electric current coursing through her. Small wonder why people loved sex. With the right time and person, sex was pleasant and wonderful beyond imagination.
Lu Yi had also unlocked a new skill in life. Tirelessly, he experimented with positions he rarely used in the past. One thing he discovered was Yan Huan’s bones were astonishingly soft, which was naturally the case since she used to be a dancer.
Of course, what happened in the room stayed between them. Prosecutor Lu rarely wore a smile on his face, but looks can often be deceiving, especially in private.
Before others, he was as cold as ice.
In private, he was like a starving wolf or tiger.
“Let me take a look,” said Luo Lin, taking Yan Huan’s hand. “Not bad. You can hardly see the scars.”
Her worst fear was for Yan Huan’s hand to be scarred and scabbed, which could give the audience a horrifying experience. Even though her wounds were honorable, she was an actor. The least an actor has to do is to be visually pleasing and free of imperfections. Otherwise, she would have made an imperfect piece of art. There was beauty in Venus de Milo’s disability, but that’s not a living person, you see.
If Yan Huan brought out a pair of hands covered in wounds, all she could hope to receive is compassion. That would mark the end of her career.
Yan Huan reclaimed her hands.
“There’s no need to worry. They have long recovered,” said Yan Huan. There had been some episodes during its recovery phase, like when she carelessly washed her bandaged hands, but she was lucky to have good regenerative abilities. Neither Old Master Lu’s lashing nor the wounds she received at Serene City left large scars. They were mostly unnoticeable unless inspected closely.
“Good,” said Luo Lin, handing her the script. “These are the scripts you asked for, so many of them too. You have weird choices, don’t you? Choosing a secondary antagonist lead…Could it be that you like to play the villain?”
Yan Huan didn’t think it was bad. Antagonists are challenging to act and leaves a deeper impression. Protagonists are easy to act with their conventional personalities, but there was no fun in that. The audience will only remember you for being a run-of-the-mill protagonist. She was done with those. Her acting skills were a lot more advanced than they had been in her previous life, and she was ready to take on a new challenge.
Of course, there was more to it.
Like using the chance to flex on a certain someone, heh. Also, she had to prove that she was worthy of her title as the “box office elixir”. The film with her in it will be popular.
It had been popular in her previous life. This was the show that truly elevated Su Muran to fame. Yan Huan allowed Su Muran to be famous, but there was one condition: she had to be less famous than her. She wants the Su Family to grind their teeth at the mention of her name, yet not be able to do anything about it, much like how it was between her and the Su Family in her previous lifetime.
