Sweet Wife in My Arms

“How did you know?” Lei Qingyi knocked his head against the wall. Fuck, how long has it been since he was last discharged from the hospital? And now he’s in there again. The worst problem is that he needed a blood transfusion. Everyone has blood, but Lu Yi’s blood was very special. The chances of someone having the same blood type is one in ten thousand, and now they had to find one on short notice.

“Where are you? Wait for me, I’ll come over right now,” said Yi Ling, carelessly tossing the snacks on the floor.

Lei Qingyi told her the name of the hospital. However, what could Yi Ling do when she comes? All she could do is join us in sending him off.

Yi Ling called up and quickly called Yan Huan.

“Please don’t turn off your phone, please don’t turn off your phone, please don’t turn off your phone,” she chanted.

When the line connected, tears rolled off her cheeks on their own. Her heart ached. What would Huanhuan do if something happened to Lu Yi? She would be widowed after such a short marriage.

“Pick up! Damn it! Pick up the phone!” said Yi Ling, pacing up and down. Her fingers nearly ripped her clothes as she clutched at the fabric tightly.

However, no one picked up after a good deal of time.

She quickly got changed and ran out in her slippers.

Yan Huan had come out of the bathroom. Right after she got changed, her phone began to ring.

She walked over and took a look. It was from Yi Ling.

She pressed answer and put the phone against her ears.

“You finally picked up, Huanhuan!” said Yi Ling, whimpering anxiously. “Come to the Sea City General Hospital quickly! Lu Yi has gotten into a car accident. He has the same blood type as you.”

“He needs blood, he needs blood to stay alive.”

Pa! The phone fell from Yan Huan’s hand, breaking into pieces when it hit the ground.

She breathed softly. For a moment, she felt suffocated. She had to put her hand around her neck to breathe again.

She blinked hard, squeezing out the tears, and took her bag, then dashed out of the room. The broken phone remained on the ground, its screen shattered like her heart.

Yan Huan hailed a cab and got in it without a word.

“You look like Yan Huan, Miss,” said the driver, taking a second glance at her. “Just that you are darker and skinnier. My goodness, you really do look alike. It must be lucky to have a celebrity face.”

Pale-faced, Yan Huan said nothing. Water dripped from her hair. The clothes she wore were of thin fabric, making her look even frailer in the cold weather.

When the cab reached the hospital, she got out the car and felt for her wallet. She had left it at home.

“Have you forgotten to bring any money?” asked the driver. He didn’t sound angry.

Yan Huan nodded, her eyes red from crying. She made a pitiable sight.

“Forget it, I’ll just treat it as though I met my idol,” waved the driver. It wasn’t a lot of money anyway.

Yan Huan bowed to him and ran into the hospital.

At this time, Yi Ling was standing before Lei Qingyi, who was pulling at his own hair while squatting down.

Yi Ling squatted down beside him, patting him gently on the shoulders. She dared not tell him that Yan Huan was back but was no uncontactable. She didn’t know her whereabouts, and none of the calls were getting through.

What to do? What to do?

Lei Qingyi, on the verge of wailing, plumped onto the floor.

“He’s my brother, Yi Ling! He’s my flesh and blood…” Lei Qingyi’s eyes were red. He covered his face. If something happened to him, my Aunt wouldn’t be able to take it.

And what could Yi Ling say? She could only console him while patting his shoulders gently. She sat down beside him, sniffing. It seemed like she couldn’t do anything but sit down stupidly.

Looking up, Yi Ling suddenly spot Yan Huan, who was coming in from the entrance. Yi Ling pinched Lei Qingyi on the shoulders.

“Qing Yi! Huanhuan! Huanhuan’s here! He’s saved! He’s saved…”

“What?” asked Lei Qingyi, looking up. It was Yan Huan indeed. She didn’t look too well, skinnier too. However, she had indeed come. And what did she mean by ‘he’s saved’?

Yi Ling pinched Lei Qingyi again, hard. “Huanhuan has Rh-negative AB blood too…”

Lei Qingyi’s head buzzed. His eyes went round. The only thing that was on his mind was what Yi Ling just said: Huanhuan has Rh-negative blood…Rh-negative blood…Huanhuan…too…

Yes! How could he have forgotten! Yan Huan had the same blood type!

The exact same rare blood type as Lu Yi!

Yan Huan walked towards them, her hands clutched tightly at her sides. She stared forward blankly, and her heart had nearly stopped beating.

“Miss Yan,” a nauseatingly-familiar voice penetrated her ears.

She stopped and turned around. That man stood before her, a trace of pleasant surprise in his voice.

“Could it really be you, Miss Yan?” Lu Qin could hardly believe his eyes. It was Yan Huan in the flesh! Frail as she looked, it was definitely Yan Huan.

He wouldn’t have been mistaken. He had met Yan Huan a few times before, and he had had his eyes on her for the longest time. The richest and most famous woman at the moment. Most importantly, she didn’t have any connections supporting her.

Yan Huan’s lips twitched as she shot Lu Qin a disgusted look.

Lu Qin’s smile froze. He had noticed the disgust in Yan Huan’s eyes when she looked at him.

Yan Huan walked to the operating room.

“Who is she?” asked Ye Shuji, pointing at Yan Huan.

Mama Lei shook her head. She didn’t know. Ye Shuyun stared at Yan Huan stupidly, her hands frozen in the air.

“I think she’s…Yan Huan?”

Mama Lei rubbed her eyes. “She does look like…wait, no, I think it is her,” she said in a slightly disbelieving voice.

Yan Huan said something to the nurse, and the nurse quickly opened the door to let her in.

“Why did she go in?” asked Mama Lei, rising quickly to interfere. Why would they let a stranger in?

“Mom…” Lei Qingyi quickly ran up to her and intercepted her. “She has Rb-negative AB blood. Lu Yi is saved.”

“You mean to say, she…” Mama Lei was still in disbelief. “She has the same blood type as Lu Yi?”