Sweet Wife in My Arms

Chapter 610 - Revenge

Chapter 610: Revenge

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Lu Yi placed the card on the table after they got into the study.

“There’s 10 billion inside, Uncle. For the airport.”

Ye Chuji took the card and spun it around his fingers. He knew who it belonged to.

“The Ye Family has made you suffer along with us for the past years.”

Even he himself was starting to doubt whether building the airport was the right call. The investment in the early stages was huge, and he even had to impose on her sister financially.

It was a gamble in which he nearly lost the entire Ye Family.

“We are family. Don’t worry about it,” said Lu Yi tersely. If he said too much, Ye Chuji would definitely overthink. Plus, such investments weren’t common, and this ten billion was likely to be the last of it.

When the airport opens up the next year, they would be recouping their investments in a few years’ time.

In business, opportunities and risks lie cheek by jowl.

A businessman who doesn’t take risks is a bad businessman.

“By the way, can I take some of the food on your table home?” said Lu Yi with a slight smile. This was even more embarrassing of a request than asking to eat at their table.

It was so uncharacteristic of Lu Yi that Ye Chuji had to smile.

“Sure, I’ll pack it just for you,” said Ye Chuji, giving his nephew a pat on the shoulders. Now that he had accepted his money, he wouldn’t leave him out in the future when there are benefits to be reaped.

When Lu Yi had returned with a bag of stuff in hand, Yan Huan was leisurely munching on snacks. She had already finished 2 packs and was on her way to finishing the third.

“It’s almost empty,” she said, waving the packet in her hand. “I would starve if you didn’t come back.”

“I thought you had forgotten about me, stuffing your face with all the delicacies at Uncle’s place while I lie here starving,” she said piteously, as though she was the most miserable creature to have ever lived.

Using your acting skills on me? Lu Yi moved the computer aside and cleaned up the table before setting it with food.

Yan Huan’s eyes lit up at the variety of dishes. She was starving from not having eaten dinner. It was soup and soup and soup every day. She wanted to eat rice. She wanted to eat with her own hands.

“These were made by Uncle’s chef,” said Lu Yi, scooping a small bowl of rice for her. He passed her a pair of chopsticks, which Yan Huan took with her left. She refused to let Lu Yi spoon feed her any longer. She had her own hands, and she could eat what she wanted if she used them.

When Lu Yi spoon-fed her, he usually made her eat food that she didn’t like.

That’s why she had to eat with her own hands. She still had her left hand, didn’t she? She wasn’t going to let herself be spoon-fed for three meals—and supper—a day for the next three months.

No, she wouldn’t.

Her movements were stiff and clumsy, but she still managed to pick up the food and deliver it to her mouth.

She ate slowly, making sure that she didn’t spill any grains on the table. Thankfully, all the food belonged to her. Still, the food will turn cold if she took too long, so Lu Yi occasionally tossed some food into her bowl. She ate everything without complaint.

She remembered what Lu Yi told her: you’ll recover faster if you eat properly.

When she was full, she asked Lu Yi to bring her laptop over and began another boring night. But don’t expect her to read books; reading was too classy for her.

“How much longer must I stay here?” she asked Lu Yi. She’s had enough of this cold place. She wanted to go home.

“Just a few more days,” said Lu Yi pacifyingly, knowing that she was anxious. “I’ll buy you a wheelchair when you are discharged.”

“...”

I’m not a cripple!

Meanwhile, Ye Shuyun had just finished her dinner at home, her face dark and gloomy as it had been for the past few days.

The phone beside her rang. The sight of the caller’s number took some gloom off her face.

“How’s the investigation going?” she asked while playing with Little Bean’s tail.

“Of course, Aunt. Have I ever failed you?” assured Lei Qingyi, thumping his chest for effect. “I found the place.”

“Good,” said Ye Shuyun with a cold sneer.

She hung up and cradled Little Bean in her arms again.

Her smile vanished as she caressed Little Bean’s soft fur.

On the following day, she spent a long time on her makeup before stepping out of the dressing room.

“You are looking gorgeous today, Madam,” complimented the nanny when she saw her. Despite being nearly sixty, her beauty had not yet faded. She had a regal, classy air, and her movements were graceful and elegant.

“Thank you,” said Ye Shuyun as she went down the stairs. Little Bean ran up to nuzzle her legs.

“I have some matters to settle today, so I’ll be leaving Little Bean in your care.”

“Sure! Rest assured, Madam, I will take good care of it,” said the nanny, picking Little Bean up. Little Bean wasn’t hard to care for; it wouldn’t go hungry since it wasn’t a picky eater, and it wouldn’t get lost since it hardly moved.

When Ye Shuyun stepped out, there was a black military car waiting for her. It looked similar to Lu Yi’s, but there were some slight distinctions. Lu Yi liked pure black, but there was a hint of blueness in this one.

Ye Shuyun walked across the pavement, opened the car door, and got in.

“Why did you dress up so nicely for the fight, Aunt?”

“What fight?” said Ye Shuyun, wishing to give him a smack in the head. “This is payback. No reason I should sit home and daydream after getting nearly murdered. Ten years isn’t too late for a gentleman to have his revenge.”

“You are a lady, not a gentleman, Aunt,” said Lei Qingyi crassly, being the simple guy he was.

“Shut up and drive,” said Ye Shuyun. She wouldn’t be able to control her fist if she allowed her simpleton nephew to rattle on.

How did they raise him? It’s good to be forthright, but being too direct is the same as asking for a beating.

“This is the place,” said Lei Qingyi, pointing to the door. They had moved a couple of times, to where they were eventually at now. They had stayed low for some time, but recently they frequently went out shopping.

Ye Shuyun snorted. Like she said, they could run but they couldn’t hide. Even if the mother runs, the son has nowhere to hide. As if Qin Xiaoyue could live without her son.

“Let them know when we have arrived.”