Sweet Wife in My Arms - Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Who Hit Him

Yan Huan’s voice was icy. What’s this now? Was he trying to seduce her? Luring her to cheat? To divorce Lu Yi? To bring up another Best Actor Lu and Best Actress Su and watch them get together?

Lu Qin scowled. “You seem to hate me. Why?”

Lu Qin wasn’t dumb. He could sense it. Every word that came out of Yan Huan’s lips was prejudiced against him. Every sentence was hateful.

“Hate you? Mr. Lu, I think you have lost your marbles,” said Yan Huan, pushing up a strand of her hair. She no longer hated him. Not when she could watch him crash and burn and live in misery.

“You know, have we met somewhere before?” he asked. He really couldn’t recall where he met her. Perhaps she was the admirers he rejected. That would explain her strange behavior.

“We did?” Yan Huan dipped her head to hide the scorn in her eyes. “Then why do I not remember a thing?” Her smile was getting more scornful, almost thorny.

“Yan Huan,” said Lu Qin. “My brother isn’t a good match for you.”

“And you suppose you are?” snorted Yan Huan, her smile turning icier.

Lu Qin suddenly found courage welling up within himself; this wasn’t a chance he often had, and definitely not one he would let go of. He didn’t want to be disqualified here, he didn’t want to lose the ticket of getting Yan Huan and the Lu Family.

“Yes, yes I am. I suit you way more than him. We are in the same industry, we’ll have things to talk about, and my brother’s way too dull for you.”

“I don’t care whether you have been married once. Trust me, I will treat you a million times better than Lu Yi.”

Caught up in the moment, he reached out and seized Yan Huan by the shoulder. At the moment of contact, he could feel his body heating up. Yes, that was the feeling. The feeling of finding something he lost. She had always belonged to him.

Her face, her body, her money, all those were his. Rightfully his.

“You are mine, Yan Huan, you are mine! In our previous lives, you were mine…”

Drunk on madness, Lu Qin bear-hugged Yan Huan from the back.

Suddenly, there was a loud bam. The next moment he was hugging his head with his hands, and everything he saw turned red.

Yan Huan raised her hand which held a brick.

She trusted those words once. He trusted that he will treat her better than anyone, and that she would do the same in return. In her previous life, she was his. Now, she only wanted to dig out his heart so she could see how black and filthy and disgusting it was.

Beneath that human skin was a heart more foul than any beast.

Heh… can you even call someone who would harm their own daughter a human being?

Yan Huan was smiling as she raised her arm again, ready to smash at Lu Qin with the brick once more.

Kill him, kill him…

The words kept repeating in her head. Kill him, yes, kill him. She had to kill him.

Just when she was about to land another blow, someone took the brick from her hand.

She looked up to see where her brick had gone to.

That was when a hand reached out and touched her face. She was pulled into a floral embrace. It was the familiar warmth and respect that was given to her when she had lost everything during her previous life.

She reached out and clutched Lu Yi’s clothes.

“I’m scared.”

She was scared of being bled dry, scared of being cut apart, scared of being stabbed again and again in the back, scared of the dark, and scared of pain.

“Calm down, everything’s alright,” said Lu Yi, pressing her head into his chest. He scanned at the bleeding Lu Qin with cool eyes.

“What the fuck, bro? Are you not going to do anything? Your wife just tried to murder me!” said Lu Qin, standing there with blood trickling down his head. “You wouldn’t want the media to know about this, would you? Who would have thought that Yan Huan, the best actress who’s always in a positive light, to be a madwoman?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Lu Yi had smashed the brick to his head. Lu Qin’s head buzzed as the sharp pang kicked in.

Lu Yi looked down at Lu Qin from above.

“Know that I was the one who hit you.”

“And if I hear otherwise, you better believe that I will end your career and kick you and your mother right out of the Lu Family.”

Lu Qin fell to the ground covered in blood. His face was distorted with pain. He could see the angry glow on Lu Yi’s face through the thin veil of blood.

Stroking Yan Huan’s hair gently, Lu Yi tossed the brick onto the ground, which landed with a dull thud.

“Let’s go.”

He held Yan Huan’s hand and walked away. When he saw Yan Huan crying like a piteous kitten, he felt like turning back and giving him another brick smash. All those years of kindness had only brought up an ungrateful wolf.

Soon, the entire Lu estate was in a state of gloominess. Old Master Lu refused to leave his room, and Qin Xiaoyue’s loud wailing that sounded like a pig being slaughtered resounded in the room. Lu Qin’s head was swollen like a pig’s head, with layers and layers of bandages wrapped around. His face was ghastly white.

“Brother, how can you bully a widow and her one son? Even if my son did something wrong, how could your son hit him on the head? The doctor told me I almost lost him.”

“Brother, my husband isn’t as capable as you. He died young and left us to fend for ourselves, and Lu Qin is all I have left in this world. If you take him away from me, how is it different from killing me?”

She grasped the clothes at her chest and began howling again.

“Brother, sister-in-law, if you cannot tolerate the existence of my son and I, just let us know and we’ll be gone. I’ll do anything, even kneel! Just let my son and I off.”

Lu Jin was frowning so hard his brows could have squashed a fly.

“Lu Yi, are you the one who hit Lu Qin?”

“Yes, I am,” admitted Lu Yi, standing up. He wanted to Lu Qin with a placid face empty of guilt or qualm.

When Qin Xiaoyue saw Lu Yi, she instantly sprang up and tried to scratch his face, as though there was vendetta between them.