“Do you have to be like this, Huanhuan?”
Lu Yi frowned and reached out, trying to adjust Yan Huan’s hair, but ended up smearing mud on it instead. A pile of mud fell from her hair as she lowered her head. She bristled. Was this man intentionally smearing mud on her?!
Bending over, she grabbed a fistful of mud and tried to hurl it at Lu Yi’s expensive suit. Instead, she lost her balance and plunged into the freshly-watered soil.
Pa! She crashed into the mud. Lu Yi quickly went to give her a hand, but it was too late. The damage was already done; she was a pitiful thing plastered in mud.
The mud on her clothes smeared onto Lu Yi’s as he helped her up.
When the two of them returned, Old Master Lu’s eyes were as wide as a
bull’s.
“Aren’t you two too old to be playing with mud?”
Yan Huan glanced at her draggled clothes, then turned and gave Lu Yi a sharp look. Suddenly, she reached over and smeared his face with the mud on her hands.
Revenge was a dish best served cold.
Old Master Lu shook his head and ordered the security officer to push him out.
“Youngsters these days, playing with mud out of all the things they could do… Back in my days, we used to do that too, but those were hard days. Why play with mud with all the gadgets they have these days?”
Yan Huan didn’t even dare go into the house with her mud-caked clothes, in fear that she would dirty the floor. Thankfully, Old Master Lu preferred marble tiles to wooden ones, else she would be committing a sin here. It took forever to clean up wooden floorings.
When she emerged again, she was all clean and fresh, but with a sullen look on her face. There weren’t any clothes available for Lu Yi, so he slipped into one of Old Master Lu’s martial art suits. Lu Yi was the kind of person that made everything look good on him. He could don a rough sack and rock it all the same.
His rolled-up sleeves exposed his knotted arms. He wasn’t excessively muscular, but there was a masculine beauty to his well-defined muscles.
Yan Huan was munching on a slice of cake when she walked out of her room.
Lu Yi looked up at her.
“Don’t eat too much.”
Yan Huan ate more and faster.
What made him think he could tell her what to do? Who was he to her, even?
Lu Yi stood up, walked into the kitchen, and came out with two glasses of milk. He placed one cup before her.
Yan Huan stared at the glass of milk, then looked up and studied the man before her grimly.
“What do you see?” Lu Yi raised a cup to his lips and took a gulp. It was a familiar, nostalgic place. He had been drinking milk on a nearly-daily-basis ever since he got together with Yan Huan.
He didn’t like it at the start, but the habit grew on him and he was stuck with it before he knew it.
Yan Huan raised the cup to her lips and began drinking.
Oh, so you remember now. So what? You were still a cheating jerk.
Lu Yi drank another mouthful of milk, his dark eyes fixed on Yan Huan.
“I didn’t betray you.”
“Like hell I’ll believe you.”
Yan Huan began mimicking his movements. Whenever he drank, she drank.
“I never wanted the divorce either.”
“Like hell I’ll believe you.”
“You were the one who wanted it.”
Yan Huan plunked her glass on the table.
“I’m a public figure, for your information. Are you asking me to put up a show by being on the receiving end of the divorce?” she retorted. “I would rather be the one who divorced you. Keep in mind that I am the one who dumped you, not the other way round.”
“Was it really for that?” Lu Yi knew Yan Huan better than to buy that. It would have made sense if she had killed him, and then herself.
She wasn’t someone who would sacrifice herself for the happiness of others, not after a life of cowardice. In this life, she would have the last laugh even as she draws her last breath. She wouldn’t ruin her own reputation just to divorce him and then gets caught cheating.
Yan Huan cheating on him was something he would never believe.
“What was the real reason?” pressed Lu Yi. Yan Huan clearly wasn’t keen on
giving him an answer. She stood up with a glass of milk in her hand, and turned around when Lu Yi did the same.
“Stop following me, or I’ll sue you.”
That was the most empty yet most effective threat. She returned to her own room and slammed the door shut, locking herself in.
She gently set the glass onto the table, then turned and plunged into the soft bed. She clasped the blankets.
“What’s the point of asking? What good is there in you knowing about it?”
“I’m the one who can’t have a child…”
She curled up into a tight ball, but didn’t cry. She didn’t want to. She wanted to laugh, no matter how hard things get. She wanted to spend this life laughing.
The wind began gusting outside. New leaves sprouted from the bare branches, fluttering frailly in the wind but holding on.
Such was life, and such was growth.
A corner of the curtain was lifted by the wind, the blue flower printing on it seemingly blooming.
Can you hear the sound of a flower blooming?
A flower blooming in the wind, its fragrance wafting through the air.
It was almost 11 PM when Sun Yuhan reached home. She had gotten used to her lavish lifestyle; not like she would run out of money anyways. With ten million in her account, she could simply be living on the bank interest. Plus, she had Lu Qin.
Once Su Muran dies, Lu Qin would belong to her. She didn’t know what kind of condition Su Muran had, but it didn’t seem to be something she would be recovering from it.
She was drunk and wobbly.
Right, her cake… How could she have forgotten about it? She walked to the table to find her cake. There it is. But she realized something was off once she grabbed hold of the bag.
She belched.
