Sweet Wife in My Arms

Chapter 114: Hello, Old Hag

Though she always told herself that, she still felt bad.

Finally, the elevator opened. She was still standing in the back corner, just as pitiful as Little Bean when she had been abandoned.

“Come on, let’s go.”

Fang Zhu lifted her chin up, she was still dressed in an old-fashioned black suit with a silk kerchief around her neck. She put her hand on Lu Yi’s arm and walked out, her heels clicking on the ground.

Lu Yi paused for a moment and glanced at the thin woman who was holding a cat in the elevator, he couldn’t see what she was doing clearly in the poor light, but he saw her hair was dishevelled and both she and the cat in her arms looked weary.

“Shall we go now?” Fang Zhu asked again, looking displeased. She was tired as she had had classes all day- was he going to stand inside the elevator and make her wait for him?

Finally Lu Yi moved his legs and walked out of the elevator. Fang Zhu gripped his arm tightly.

But even so, she didn’t have much expression on her face, and Lu Yi was the same.

It could be said that they were a perfect match.

Both of them were as cold as ice and reticent.

“Sexless, ascetic man, old nun, old hag,” Yan Huan muttered angrily. Then she patted Little Bean’s fluffy head. “What do you think, Little Bean? She’s just like a dead fish and Lu Yi can’t like being with her, I’m sure he has erectile problems.”

Yan Huan thought about it ruthlessly and felt better. The elevator was now going down, so she pressed the button for the fifteenth floor and it had to go up again. Then she went home.

She opened the door and put Little Bean down.

“Meow…”

Little Bean finally moewed, rubbed against her master’s leg, then ran to her little bed, curled up and fell asleep.

At the moment, Yi Ling was still working in front of the computer, helping Yan Huan update her Weibo.

Yan Huan felt that she owed her company too much as she hadn’t made any contributions yet, and she still lived in her house for free, but that would end soon.

She counted on her fingers.

The day of Journey to Fairyland’s casting was at the end of the month, so she just had to wait as time would pass. She wouldn’t have free time when she was busy later on.

She would be fully occupied when the drama started shooting. They would need to travel around to location to shoot, as the Director didn’t like to use green screen settings, he preferred natural scenery.

Her phone rang suddenly, and her heart jumped at that moment because she had a sense of crisis deep in her heart.

In short, she didn’t feel good.

She took her mobile phone out from her pocket, it showed a series of numbers. Although there was no name, Yan Huan knew who was calling her.

Yan Lixiong, the big porker.

Why don’t you give up, quit thinking about me. She might have given him a pass at first, but she had rejected him many times afterwards. Yan Lixiong was not a fool, he should have known that she wasn’t willing to have a sexual relationship with him.

But he was still thinking about getting her.

She clasped her phone in her hand and didn’t answer the call in the end.

Touching her arm, she felt sick at the thought of Yan Lixiong’s face, even the hairs stood up on end with disgust.

She put the phone on her desk and grabbed a script. She put it on her thigh and skimmed through it, but she couldn’t help but think of the intimate couple and feel uncomfortable.

She threw it down.

“Adulterous couple.”

“What’s the matter? What did you say?” Yi Ling popped her head in.

“Nothing, I’m memorizing lines,” Yan Huan hurriedly picked up the script and sat down properly.

“Oh, alright.” Yi Ling retracted her head again, counting happily the number of followers Yan Huan’s page had gained today. Yan Huan received compliments in the comments. She worked hard for so long and was finally getting some results.

At the same time, Yan Huan turned the pages of the script. She felt uncomfortable in her heart when she thought of the serious man cohabited with that woman.

The man hadn’t gotten married before thirty in the previous life, and he had only had a textbook marital relationship with Fang Zhu. She once thought the man had erectile problems, but now he was already in a romantic relationship.

Men were all bad, she snorted. Then she threw her script down and went to bed. She had been trying to get more rest recently as she would be busy later on.

In the living room of a different house, Lu Yi put a glass of water on the desk.

“Thank you.” Fang Zhu straightened her back into an upright sitting posture. She took the glass and swept her eyes over Lu Yi’s room. HIs home only had wooden furniture and decorations without obvious luxury. He was a sporty type, thus there was a treadmill and a spinning bike in the room. He had some plants but all of them were cacti. Perhaps he was too busy and didn’t have much time to take care of the flowers, therefore, he only wanted cacti.

Fang Zhu was quite satisfied with the place, mainly because there were few people in the area. Nothing was going to change, he would just set up a study room for her. She could also use it as an office at night.

As for other things, they would discuss them later on.

She took the glass on the table and took a sip. It was just plain water without anything added.

Of course, this was what she liked. Other people gave into desires to have sweetened, flavored drinks, but plain water was the best, and she found herself respecting Lu Yi for his tastes.

The man’s private life was indeed as rigorous as he himself was.

Fang Zhu narrowed her eyes when Lu Yi put another cup in front of her.

“What are you drinking?” Fang Zhu pushed her black-framed glasses up higher onto her nose, her eyebrows furrowed tightly.

“Milk tea.”