Sweet Wife in My Arms

She seemed a little paler than before. Lu Yi confirmed the theory by comparing the complexion of his elbow and her face.

It was winter, so she naturally turned paler. Yan Huan compared her skin with Lu Yi again. Of course he would find her pale. She would rather die if her skin was more tanned than his.

“Oh! Have you made the investment I told you to make?” asked Yan Huan as she ate the cakes Lu Yi had brought her. She reserved the larger cake for her platoon mates.

“I did.”

Lu Yi stretched his legs in the car and reoriented Yan Huan’s face with a hand.

“Wouldn’t you regret it if you don’t act in it? You might be missing out on another Best Actress Award.”

“One is enough for me,” said Yan Huan. She wasn’t so ambitious that she had to win one every year. Of course, that wasn’t very likely to happen either. In the acting sphere, things are always changing, and new talents are always on the rise.

Plus, she was now at an age where she hankered to settle down and build a family. She had pretty much gotten all the things and fame she had wanted. She hadn’t thought about acting in the current year’s New Year celebration film.

The film was called “Hello, Uncle!”—a movie of the same genre as The Uncle And The Flower. However, it wasn’t its sequel. It wouldn’t do if the sequel did not have the same cast, and Yan Huan did not have the time to shoot this movie while she was in the army. Her contract with Yue Lun Entertainment had officially become a partnership contract, so she was allowed to invest freely in any movies she wanted.

That’s the good thing about fame; once you are famous, negotiations became much easier. “Hello, Uncle!” was the film Yan Huan had invested in. Apart from Yan Huan, the cast was entirely the same as the one in The Uncle And The Flower.

It was also a comedy, but utterly different from the previous.

Yan Huan made Lu Yi invest around 8000 RMB, making him the largest sponsor of “Hello, Uncle!”

The male lead was still Zhou Zizhe, and the female lead now Fang Ying, who had requested for the opportunity herself. It could not be said for certain whether she was wise or just wanted to get closer to Zhou Zizhe.

Given the success of its predecessor, the film will likely be a box office hit, so long as it doesn’t screw up too much.

There was another large production this year, a New Year celebration film starring Su Muran. Su Muran seemed to have taken a liking to acting in New Year releases. And who wouldn’t? The only reason that actors shied away from it was the difficulty of getting chosen. Su Muran must have spent quite a fortune to secure another leading role in a New Year film. Still, it’s worth mentioning that acting skills is something that grows with time and experience.

Therefore, Yan Huan trusted that Su Muran’s acting skills would improve in the future. Even with the Su Family pulling strings from behind, she wouldn’t be able to make it to the international stage without real abilities.

She stuffed another mouthful of cake into her mouth. She will wait for Su Muran’s growth. However, she didn’t know when she would hook up with Lu Qin. During her previous life, Lu Qin was already quite well-known in the entertainment sphere at this point in time.

She smiled. Lu Yi dipped his head and pressed his face against hers.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How tasty this cake is,” said Yan Huan, taking another blissful bite.

Not once had she ever mentioned a thing about Lu Qin. In this life, she had nothing to do with him.

“Four more months to go,” said Lu Yi, embracing her tightly. 4 months. 21 weeks. One rendezvous per week. How pitiful.

They flirted for a while longer before Yan Huan returned with the cake in her hands.

When Huang Mengmeng saw her, she practically pounced at her.

“Where did that come from, Yan Huan?”

“It was a present,” replied Yan Huan, shoving the cake box in her chest. “It’s your big sister’s birthday today, so everyone can have some cake.”

“Yes please!” said Huang Mengmeng, nearly drooling. Still, she felt a little sorry for Yan Huan. Other celebrities would have been showered in gifts and blessings on their birthdays, while Yan Huan had to offer them her own cake.

But who would turn down a piece of cake from the Best Actress?

When he was driving back, Lu Yi received a call, a call that was surprising and unfathomable to him.

“Come back once to the Lu House, Lu Yi,” came a booming voice. It was from Lu Yuanyang, the old man of the Lu Family who still held on to his position firmly. He was also the most difficult and stubborn creature.

He made a U-turn and drove towards his parent’s room.

Soon, he pulled up, opened the car door and stepped into the house.

Ye Shuyun rose quickly at the sight of her son, pulling her to one side. “Now that your grandfather is back, watch what you say,” she warned him. Lu Sr. wouldn’t have eaten him raw, but the problem was that Lu Yi had called the shots and concluded his marriage on his own. Ye Shuyun and Lu Yi’s father had no problem with that; they would always support their son’s decision. However, this insolence would not be taken kindly by the old man. Given his disposition, this was going to be a tough war to win.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I know what to do,” assured Lu Yi. He climbed the stairs to meet his grandfather.

Knock, knock, he rapped on the door.

“Come in.” The voice doubtlessly belonged to Lu Sr.. Lu Yi opened the door and walked in. Lu Sr. sat upright before the desk in a Tai Chi uniform, composing a word with a Chinese brush. He wrote with one hand behind his back in a graceful manner, lending a royal and scholarly air to the room.

Beside him stood a young woman.

She was around 27, donning a police uniform that displayed her rank. Her rank wasn’t low either.

“Sit,” beckoned Lu Sr. at a nearby seat.

Lu Yi went over and sat down, his gaze fixed on Lu Sr.’s Chinese brush.

“You sit over there, Xiao Miao.”

Lu Sr. pointed to the seat beside Lu Yi.

“Yes, Grandpa,” said the woman named Xiao Miao. She sat down and rested her hands on her lap without a blink of the eye. However, her uneven breathing betrayed her discomposure.

“This is the daughter of your Uncle Miao, Lu Yi. Lieutenant Miao.”

Lu Yi nodded at the woman politely, as he would have done to any other strangers. His eyes gave away nothing, but he roughly knew what his grandfather was going to suggest.