And to do so she had to… well, be there.
A star on tour can have a high profile or a low one, but most of the times it required her to have the former.
Yan Huan preferred peace. She had been nervous for way too long, and all she wanted was peace, which wasn’t easy to come by either.
She made a trip back to the company to schedule the next advertising event, as well as the airing date for Zhu Xiaoye, which was around mid-March. There wasn’t much time left before the airing.
Post-production was mostly done, so the only thing left for them to do was to wait for the show to air, and attend the award ceremony.
Lu Yi pulled up outside of Linlang Entertainment. He checked his watch, and waited.
Soon, a young sunglasses-donning woman came out. It was Yan Huan.
Yan Huan knew Lu Yi had come to fetch her right as she saw the black Hummer. She scuttled, went in the car, and looped her hands around Lu Yi’s neck, pressing her forehead on his face and rubbing her face against his neck.
“What brought you here? Shouldn’t you be busy at work?” she asked. She had expected Lu Yi to be so busy that he could only come home at night.
“I missed you,” said Lu Yi, pulling her into his embrace, as though he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood. He couldn’t even imagine what sort of disastrous life he had led in his previous life, without her.
Clearly, his current life was a whole lot better than his previous.
“I missed you too,” said Yan Huan, burying her small face into the cave of his shoulders. She took a whiff of his natural floral fragrance. It was a clean and relaxing smell, a familiar scent she could never get enough of. She didn’t want to lose him, even if it meant forgoing everything she had fought hard for. To her, Lu Yi mattered more than everything.
“Come on, let’s head back,” said Lu Yi, kissing her forehead. When she was properly seated, he removed his jacket and laid it across her before preparing to drive home. The long journey had made her weary, and sleep was what she needed the most right now. Other things could wait.
Yan Huan ensconced herself in her seat and adjusted the jacket. Soon, sleep took her. There were clear black marks beneath her eyes, black circles that arose from the lack of sleep.
She was skinnier too, perhaps from not eating properly lately. When they reached a red light, Lu Yi reached out to re-adjust the jacket. He placed a hand on her face.
She was indeed skinnier; he could feel her bones.
It was nighttime when Yan Huan woke up. She was feeling fresher after good sleep. A blanket slid off her as she sat up.
Her clothes had been changed into a set of soft and comfortable pajamas, which explained why she slept so well. She knew who changed her clothes, of course—her sweet hubby.
She wanted into the kitchen with the plan to take a bath. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t taken one ever since she boarded the plane. Maybe she even smelled. She lifted her armpit and took a whiff. No smell. Still, it felt uncomfortable.
After taking a bath, she walked out to the aroma of food.
Her tummy growled.
She went over in quick steps and found a table full of dishes. Lu Yi emerged from the kitchen with two bowls of rice in his hands, which he set on the tables. He then went to the sofa and took a towel to help her dry her hair.
“I was just going to wake you up. Looks like you woke up on your own,” said Lu Yi as he dried her hair.
“Can I eat something first? I’m starving,” said Yan Huan, biting her fingers.
“Go ahead,” said Lu Yi, helping Yan Huan to her seat and passing her a pair of chopsticks. Standing behind her, he continued his task of drying her hair.
Starved, Yan Huan was nearly wolfing down her food. Lu Yi set down the towel and ran his fingers through her hair, then sat down and began putting food into her bowl with his chopsticks.
That was to prevent her from being picky.
Yan Huan was indeed hungry, so she ate whatever Lu Yi put into her bowl. When she was full, she felt her tummy and closed her eyes in satisfaction. Mhm, she thought, nothing beats the feeling of a full tummy.
Lu Yi was still eating slowly. He ate slowly, chewing and swallowing every bite properly, with manners that bespoke his good upbringing. One could tell a person’s nature by the details of the way they act on a daily basis.
Lu Yi wasn’t fussy about details, but he was far from bad at minding the details when it came to certain things.
“Eat more,” said Lu Yi, putting more food in Yan Huan’s bowl. Yan Huan ate without reserve. She felt her tummy once more. She was bloated.
Lu Yi didn’t force her to eat more and focused on his own food, slowly. Yan Huan got up and rifled through the things she brought. She found the superlight laptop.
Lu Yi took it on one hand and gauged its weight. It was army-made, so not anyone could’ve bought it, and had top-notch specs and a multitude of functions. Not even a few normal laptops added up could match the usefulness of one of these.
Yan Huan looped her arms around his neck and pressed her chin against his shoulder.
“Do you like my gift?”
“I do,” said Lu Yi. Of course, he did. Everyone had things they liked.
Lu Yi was never a materialistic man, and most people thought he didn’t have things he liked a lot, which wasn’t far from the truth.
However, he did like one thing, and Yan Huan knew it very well.
He liked computers, especially high-performance laptops.
Therefore, Yan Huan always wanted to get him a supercomputer. This time, her luck had arrived, and she finally got her hands on a super laptop which she failed to acquire previously, despite all her connections.
“Thanks,” Lu Yi patted her head. He liked the laptop, but what mattered more was her thoughts. She cared about him.
“Any other rewards?” asked Yan Huan, plucking at his buttons. She didn’t go through all that effort just for a word of thanks.
“What would you like?” Lu Yi felt her hair, which was much drier now.
Yan Huan plucked at his buttons again.
