Sweet Wife in My Arms - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Help Me Carry My Backpack

Yan Huan then took a piece of clothing and covered herself. She planned to take a nap too. Of course, the photographer captured her movements.

Su Muran took out a mirror to fix her makeup. When she saw her face, she was started. The mirror slid out of her hand, falling onto the ground with a thud. It wasn’t very loud, but the sound shook her to the core.

She looked down. The mirror had shattered.

On every fragment of the mirror was the reflection of her hideous face. Her makeup had smudged, smudged completely. Her heart went cold. Thankfully, the spectacle wasn’t captured by the camera. Otherwise, how could she face anyone again? A public figure like her couldn’t afford a single mistake.

She initially wanted to fix her makeup, but thought better since the journey ahead was still long and she would sweat again. It was useless trying to keep the makeup. Reluctantly, she cleansed the makeup off her face. Her bare face was a lot less pretty than when she had makeup on.

Her natural looks were fine and could even be considered pretty, but there were imperfections in her features. Those imperfections were usually corrected by her makeup. She wasn’t a plain Jane without her makeup, but definitely not astonishing beautiful.

At the same time, Yan Huan was resting while leaning against a tree, her hair draped over her shoulders casually. Her unblemished face had a healthy shade of pink, and her lashes were naturally long and dense. However, it didn’t make her look frail. Her lips were a little pale, but they accentuated her fair skin even more.

Su Muran had the impulse to scratch Yan Huan’s face. She wanted to take everything away from her, whether it was the New Year show, or anything really. If not for the Ye Family protecting her, she would have killed her a thousand times.

Initially, Grandpa told her that the Su Family was going to take the Ye Family. Without the Ye Family, she had wanted to see what Yan Huan could do to escape from her grasp.

However, the Ye Family had survived unexpectedly. Doubtless, there would be more problems in the future.

Having lost the chance to take down the Ye Family, it’s almost impossible for the Su Family to get them again.

That meant that she still wouldn’t be able to do anything to Yan Huan.

Su Muran began plucking the withered grass from the ground, one after the other. Grinding her teeth, she fixed her vicious eyes on Yan Huan.

Suddenly, Yan Huan opened her eyes and looked at Su Muran. .

Su Muran didn’t have time to adjust her distorted expression, so Yan Huan caught a full view of her grimace. To Yan Huan, that came as little surprise. She smiled. Her smile was a dagger that stabbed at Su Muran’s heart.

Su Muran, this is just the start. In this life, we will be eternal enemies, a rivalry that could only be broken by death.

She closed her eyes again, breathing gently. The air in the mountain was very fresh. If she treated it as a trip, it was actually a rare opportunity. Of course, it was also a challenge. A challenge that she had to overcome.

“Alright, it’s time to get going,” said the director. Yan Huan’s eyes snapped open. She was only half-asleep. Despite her weariness, she was wary in an unfamiliar environment.

“Thanks,” said Fang Ying as she folded the blanket and returned it to Yan Huan. She was feeling much better after the nap.

“You are welcome,” said Yan Huan, stuffing the blanket in her backpack before shouldering it. Su Muran did not put makeup on this time. There are times when putting on makeup will only make you look worse.

Times like now. Only a fool would put on makeup knowing he will soon sweat a ton.

“Is it heavy? Need a hand?” asked Zhou Zizhe, walking to Yan Huan.

“I’m fine, it’s not that heavy. I can handle it,” said Yan Huan, rubbing her shoulders. Then, seeing the dispirited Fang Ying, she said,

“How about you give Fang Ying a hand? I think she’s at her limits.”

Feeling nauseous from the exhaustion, Fang Ying felt as though her backpack was getting heavier. How could it get heavier when she had consumed a portion of her rations and water? Suddenly, she felt the weight being lifted off her. Looking up, she saw Zhou Zizhe putting her backpack on his shoulders.

“Thank you,” she muttered softly with teary eyes.

Zhou Zizhe smiled at her. “Let’s get going, we shouldn’t waste any more time. We can rest when we reach the checkpoint.”

“Okay,” said Fang Ying. Initially, she didn’t have much strength left, but at this moment, she was revitalized. Even her steps became lighter.

Su Muran reached out and touched her bag. She could feel discomfort in her chest. She glanced at Song Xihua, her intention written clearly on her face.

Help me carry this.

Song Xihua walked past her.

Help me carry this. Su Muran stared daggers at Song Xihua.

Help.me.carry.this.

Song Xihua kept walking.

“Song Xihua, are you even a man?” yelled Su Muran, fuming.

Song Xihua stopped and turned around.

“No. Are you?”

Before Su Muran could yell back at him, Song Xihua had pushed down his cap and kept on walking.

Yan Huan adjusted her backpack and caught up with the main party.

Su Muran’s chest was hurting from the rage. Clenching her fists, she caught up with the main party too.

Yan Huan didn’t think Su Muran would last this long. This was beyond her expectations. Su Muran was indeed cruel. Unlike the average well-born lady, her cruelty extended to even herself.

When it was night, some of them couldn’t take it anymore. Even Yan Huan’s legs felt like lead. Her backpack was getting heavier. The one who had it the easiest was Fang Ying. Zhou Zizhe had gone through training, so two backpacks were nothing to him.

Finally, the director announced that it was time for a break. They weren’t the only ones suffering, even the director and the crew suffered along with them.

None of them complained. Each had their own ways to amuse themselves. They had to do it in a show like this. Once they decided to attend, they had to persevere. If they fell out halfway, it would be very embarrassing. In that case, they might as well not attend in the first place. This was what Man Vs. Wild was all about.

Yan Huan took out everything from her bag. They were each given a tent, so they could either share or use to their own.

“Yan Huan, can we stick together? I’m scared,” whispered Fang Ying, looking around and pulling at Yan Huan’s sleeves. They were supposed to build their own tents, but she couldn’t do it in the end.