Sweet Wife in My Arms

Chapter 882: Something’s Not Right

“Is something the matter?” asked Yan Huan, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She had fallen asleep while waiting to hear about the incident.

“Nothing. Go to sleep.”

Lu Yi rubbed her head gently, helped her to bed, and tucked her in.

Yan Huan closed her eyes. She had more questions, but sleepiness prevailed over curiosity. It was morning when she woke up again.

She picked up her phone and browsed through the news, but there weren’t any updates on the incident.

Lu Qin suffered a head injury during the accident. No further information divulged.

Was the information censored? Did they reach some sort of agreement?

She sat up, touched her belly. Thankfully, the babies were behaving.

She ran her hand across her belly gently.

“Work hard, alright? The longer you stay inside there, the better.”

The door clicked open, and Lu Yi entered the room.

“How are you doing?” he asked, placing his hand on Yan Huan’s belly. He was worried that Yan Huan would be completely immobile nearing her birth-giving; even walking had become a chore for her lately.

“So-so.” Yan Huan gripped his hand. “I want to take a walk.”

All that lying down had made her feel uncomfortable.

Lu Yi helped her up carefully. She let out a soft sigh when her feet touched the ground.

But something felt off. She looked up and scrutinized Lu Yi’s face, then held her hand beside it in comparison.

“You don’t look so well. Did something happen?”

“Nothing,” Lu Yi took her hand. “Haven’t been getting much sleep lately, that’s all. Things will return to normal once I settle these matters.”

Yan Huan didn’t suspect anything; the pregnancy might really have taken a toll on her intelligence.

Lu Yi touched her hair gently, grabbed her hand, and guided her outside for breakfast. Old Master Lu’s residence was a good place; the scenery and air were good, and the place was spacious, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and devoid of the noise and bustle of the city.

This was a place for resting and healing. Strolling amidst Mother Nature had improved her mood and health alike.

Ever since Yan Huan took residence here, she had nearly never fallen sick, not even flu or fevers, perhaps due to her becoming more health-conscious, or perhaps the magic of the place.

In her current state, even the smallest of flu would give her and her children a terrible time.

Lu Yi wasn’t looking well for some reason. He looked… Yan Huan couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She passed a hand across her belly.

There was something familiar about his complexion. She picked up a handheld mirror and scrutinized herself. She was as pretty as before, except with two extra balls. Other women often become ugly when they get pregnant, but not her. No pimples, perfect skin, a ruddy complexion, and glossy lips. The only change was in her belly. Oh, and her intelligence, which had decreased.

She touched her face. What would give someone such a ghastly pallor? She remembered her own paleness when she donated blood to Lu Yi or lost too much blood during her periods.

Anemia?

She put down the mirror. Lu Yi wasn’t a woman, so periods were out of the question.

She made a call to Yi Ling.

“It’s me, Yiyi. Can you help me ask Lei Qingyi about the aftermath of Lu Qin’s incident?”

She hung up. Something was off, but she didn’t know what. She had become too stupid to think.

Soon, Yi Ling called back. Her family might hide some things from her, but Yi Ling wouldn’t.

Oh, Su Muran’s fine, and had been seen about the Su Residence, looking healthy. Yan Huan toyed with the mirror as she listened. Lu Qin’s brain concussion wasn’t serious, and he didn’t become mentally disabled or paralyzed. He was currently recuperating. Sun Yuhan was holing up in the Ye Family. Even the drama they were filming had to be put on hold.

Yan Huan set the phone down, and studied herself in the mirror again. She was still looking at the mirror when the door opened.

A hand reached over her and took the mirror away.

“Stop looking at the mirror. You are beautiful,” Lu Yi put a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, let’s go eat. Weren’t you always complaining about being hungry? How come you aren’t doing that today?”

Yan Huan looked up and stared, scouring for a clue in his face.

But there was nothing except paleness. A ghastly pallor that betokened sickness.

“Come. Chow time,” Lu Yi extended his hand. Yan Huan took it. When their hands connected, Yan Huan realized his hand wasn’t as dry and warm as before. His palm was clammy with sweat.

There was an array of Yan Huan’s favorite dishes on the table. Despite the wide selection, each dish contained only a meager portion. Yan Huan would have pigged out on any other day, but strangely, she only picked at her food today.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Lu Yi frowned. Why wasn’t she eating?

Yan Huan shook her head, put down her chopsticks. “I don’t feel like eating.”

She can’t eat when something’s bothering her. She wanted to ask Lu Yi if he was hurt, if he had anemia, but didn’t; she knew Lu Yi as well as he knew her.