Sweet Wife in My Arms

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Knowing that she was full, Lu Yi didn’t force her either.
She would have eaten if she had enough space in her stomach, but her refusal made it clear that she was bloated.

Lu Yi took the bowl of rice and dug in.

He was indeed hungry.
Had Yan Huan not been here, he might have actually skipped a meal and made do with cold water.

He picked up the cup.
So there it was.
The cup was warm, but not hot enough to scald him.
It felt very comfortable in his hands

He put the cup to his lips and took a few sips, then offered it to Yan Huan.
“Drink some.”

Yan Huan did as she was told obediently.

Lu Yi took a few more sips, then dipped his head and continued eating.
The food was tasty and hot, and most of the flavor had not yet been lost.
Most importantly, they were all his favorite dishes.

Suddenly, he frowned, rose, and walked over to the door.
Placing a hand on the doorknob, he yanked the door open hard.

Bam! A man rolled into the room, then another, and another, falling like dominos.

“What’s this? You guys want a share of my meal?” Lu Yi narrowed his eyes and gave the people sprawling on the floor a dangerous look.
Had he been too nice to them lately? Maybe it was time to teach them some manners again.

“Please do not misunderstand, Mr.
Lu,” said Wu Bo, climbing out from the pile of people who had nearly crushed him.
Standing upright, he dusted his clothes with a harmless smile on his face.

“Miss Yan had promised to give me a signature, so I came to get it.”

The others quickly stood up and got into a line as well, like kindergarteners queuing for candies.
Many eyes stared at Yan Huan hungrily as though they wanted a piece of her.

Yan Huan was not Tang Sanzang—her meat wasn’t tasty.

Lu Yi walked over and stood in front of Yan Huan.

Yan Huan poked her head out from his shoulders and flashed a smile at them.

The charming smile made many hearts skip a beat.
Had this woman not been Lu Yi’s wife, and had Lu Yi had not been there, they might have already charged at her and ripped her apart.

Age and gender mattered little when it came to idolizing someone, and the crowd present were all Yan Huan’s fans.
They had only recently heard about her getting married, and with none other than Prosecutor Lu.
On the surface they showed nothing, but who knows what they thought about it behind his back.

How can their idol be conquered by Prosecutor Lu who was denser than a rock and less interesting than a log? Just what did she see in him?

“Get out,” warned Lu Yi, putting his hand on the door.
Lacking the courage to gawk at his boss’s wife, Wu Bo quickly kept his eyes for himself.
Bam! Lu Yi slammed the door shut.

He then sat down and continued eating.
A few bites in, he reached out and pinched Yan Huan’s cheeks.
“It’s pretty tiring to have a wife like you.”

“Hmm…” said Yan Huan, amused.
She rested her chin on the table and tilted her head.
“It’s not too late for regrets, you know.”

Lu Yi continued eating.
Despite what he said, he was in a good mood.
However, there was something cold about his smile, something that could hardly be noticed.