Sweet Wife in My Arms

Fang was aghast.
She tried to help, but it was too late.
Right as Xunxun was about to face-plant the carpet, a hand reached out and picked her up.
Can’t let the little ball scrape her face.

It would be heartbreaking to see a scratch on such a pretty face.

“Mama, mama…” Xunxun hooped her arms around her mother’s neck happily.
She wasn’t the type to learn from mistakes.
Despite having fallen a lot of times already, she was just as naughty as before.

Yan Huan gave her squishy cheeks a pinch.

The little girl thought her mother was playing with her, and gave her a wet, sloppy kiss.

Yan Huan set her down and grasped her little hand.

Liu Fang quickly stood up, a little ill at ease.
This must be the female owner of the house.
Even though Aunt Gu said they were nice people that never hit or scold anyone, she felt tense.
This was her first job, and she didn’t want to screw up.
The salary was good too, and she wanted to save up some money for her brother’s bride price.

“Liu Fang…” For some reason, the gentle voice was imbued with a subtle pathos.

“Yes Ma’am,” said Liu Fang, looking up.
When she matched eyes with Yan Huan, she quickly looked down again.
She was a knockout.
When she wasn’t smiling, she was a cool beauty, and when she were, she glowed with sunny radiance.
Also, she reminded her of a celebrity she had seen on TV earlier.

“Liu Fang,” cooed Yan Huan.
“Do you not recognize me?”

Liu Fang jerked her face up.
Where had she heard this voice before? She had definitely heard the voice before, though she could not remember where.
Was it when she was watching television? Did her female employer not only look like the celebrity, but also sound like her?

“It’s me, Liu Fang” she said, approaching.
She rubbed Xunxun on the head.

“Go play with your brother, sweetie.
I need to talk to the big sister here.”

Xunxun nodded and marched off to pester her brothers.

Liu Fang’s eyes widened, as though she had remembered something.
Then her face fell.
She couldn’t remember even if her life depended on it.

“I’m Xiao Yan,” said Yan Huan, lifting a hand to cover the left side of her face.
Surely that would jog her memory.

Liu Fang paused at the mention of the time, then began studying Yan Huan’s face intently.
Slowly, she began to see Xiao Yan in the woman before her.
Her eyes, her nose, her pursed lips… There was no way she could forget her eyes.
They were the prettiest she had ever seen.

“Sister… Xiao Yan?” asked Liu Fang in disbelief.
“Are you really Sister Xiao Yan? For real?”

“It’s me alright,” smiled Yan Huan.
Her smiles were partly warm, but mostly cold.
Just like Xiao Yan.
At this point, Liu Fang had no doubts remaining.
This was Xiao Yan from the village.

“Your face,” Liu Fang pointed to her face.
“You have recovered!”

“Yup,” said Yan Huan, running a hand across her face.
Wherever she touched, it was smooth and silky, without the slightest signs of uneven scars.

“You have become so beautiful, Sister Xiao Yan,” said Liu Fang, lighting up.
She was genuinely happy and relieved at learning that Yan Huan was Xiao Yan.