Chapter 336: A Latecomer

Chapter 336: A Latecomer

After dinner, she planned to take another nap. She was tired, tired to the extent that she didn’t want to move at all.

A soft knock came from the door.

She opened her eyes and looked at the door without getting up. The door opened, a man appeared at the door.

Lying on her stomach under the blanket, Yan Huan shut her eyes once more.

A hand patted her shoulders gently.

“When did you come back?”

“Last night,” said Yan Huan, rolling over and planting her head on Lu Yi’s thighs. As compared to the pillow, it was much warmer and more comfortable.

She rolled again, reaching for the blanket, but Lu Yi had already tucked her in. She reached out and grabbed Lu Yi’s hand, feeling its familiar warmness.

“Thank you for helping the Ye Family.”

Lu Yi rarely thanked anyone, or asked for anyone’s help. The word ‘thanks’ rarely left his lips.

“You were the one who earned the money,” yawned Yan Huan. She knew she could finally have some good rest.

She knew that the Ye Family had most probably passed their time of crisis, since there wasn’t any news of them losing ownership of their personal airport, or media attention on the Su Family. The Ye Family retained their low profile, and the Su Family patiently bided their time for the chance to strike. Still, she was interested to see what moves they might pull after losing this opportunity.

After all, a chance like this won’t come by so easily.

The chance of earning an airport doesn’t come by every day.

“Lu Yi…”

Yan Huan opened her eyes and put his hands around her face. His hands were large, nearly covering her face entirely.

In both lives, she had been protected by this man without knowing a thing.

“Lu Yi, shall we have a baby?”

She wanted her baby back. Three children would be good. The first for Lu Yi, and the other two for her lost children in her previous life.

“Okay,” said Lu Yi, feeling unspeakably melancholic.

“Let’s have a girl…A little girl…” Her voice trailed off as she fell asleep.

“A girl?” Lu Yi lowered his head, his fingers gently fondling Yan Huan’s weary face that had become much skinnier.

“A man from the Lu Family might not be able to give you a girl.” He sighed softly, grasping her hand. The ring on her fourth finger pricked his palms.

Yan Huan was busier the next day. As for the conversation she had with Lu Yi on that day, neither of them mentioned a word about it.

And what were they waiting for? An opportunity. This would have to wait until Yan Huan finds that opportunity.

Yi Ling had insisted that Yan Huan should rest, stating that she hasn’t gotten a good rest in almost half a year.

However, reality dictated that that was impossible. She wouldn’t be able to rest, or sleep.

After a few photoshoots, she would have attended the shooting for Man Vs. Wild.

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Lu Yi had been giving her a crash course on Man Vs. Wild for the past few days, and even Lei Qingyi came over a few times to brief her about it.

When it comes to surviving in the wilderness, Lei Qingyi was more experienced than Lu Yi. He had been alone outside for nearly seven years, going on regular missions in the jungles.

Even though Man Vs. Wild was merely an entertainment program and would never let the actors fall into danger, there would always be potential threats. Needless to say, it was a popular program.

Every man had once dreamed of being heroes, and so did the girls.

If anyone wanted an extreme challenge, Man Vs. Wild was the show.

It was as much a real story as a documentary, a real journey for oneself.

Yan Huan liked these type of shows. They were realistic and challenging. Deep inside, this was who she was.

She liked peace, but her wild side wouldn’t lose to any man.

She took away much from the crash courses, and also received lifesaving items from Lu Yi and Lei Qingyi.

On that day, Yan Huan was going to set off. Alone. No managers, no assistants, no cash, no phone, none of that. They wouldn’t be of use in an old-growth forest without signals anyway.

After the landing, Yan Huan walked out of the helicopter and spotted a few familiar faces.

Most of them knew her quite well, apart from the ones that only knew her well in her previous life.

There were two ladies and two guys in total. One was the middle-aged Zhou Zizhe, who had good synergy with her during The Uncle and the Flower. Then there was the newcomer girl, Fang Ying. The last was a singer called Song Xihua who had the stage name of ‘Meteors’.

Two guys and two girls, thought Yan Huan. Something was amiss.

It should have been three girls and two guys. One of them was missing.

The director instructed them to get some rest and change into a new set of clothes before they set off. Doubtless, he kept nagging them with safety pointers.

He hasn’t stopped doing that since the pre-shoot.

Yan Huan drank some water from the cup in her hand. She didn’t have any makeup on, but she still looked fresh and pretty.

Beside her, Fang Ying had light makeup on. This was a woman’s nature; 99 percent of the chance, no matter what, they wouldn’t feel safe without a little makeup on.

Yan Huan merely applied some barrier cream and sunscreen. She wasn’t hoping to become much whiter anyway. She would have to wait for winter to regain her whiteness.

And now, they were one short. She wondered which big-shot it was that was running late and making everyone wait.

Fang Ying was an actress who was not as popular as Yan Huan. Yan Huan was a box office elixir, a holy grail to directors.

Still, she only had so many days in a year, and it’s not like she could split herself in two to act in more films.

Sometimes, the duration of a movie shooting can go up to a few months or even a year, so she didn’t accept those easily.

Fang Ying made her name after starring in an idol drama. She was young, just one year older than Yan Huan, and full of potential.

In the acting sphere, anyone below the age of thirty was considered to be up and coming. This was even more so for the ones in their mid-twenties, who still had five years to work hard.

However, Yan Huan wasn’t planning to get married after thirty. The latest was twenty-five; that was the best for her.

Plus, she couldn’t just keep Inspector Lu waiting.

She still had two years worth of time. No rush.

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