Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 488 - Goddess Got Married

Chapter 488: G.o.ddess Got Married

As for money, she had been acc.u.mulating quite a lot from some recent major endors.e.m.e.nt offers, and Lu Yi had his own a.s.set as well. Still, it may not prove to be enough, but there was ample time for them to come up with a solution. Building a skysc.r.a.per wasn’t a cheap thing after all.

Deep in thought, Yan Huan rubbed her face against Lu Yi’s chest childishly before drifting off to sleep. She had not slept well the night before, so she needed the rest.

Lu Yi covered her with his clothes, then switched on the laptop and opened the construction planning diagram of Sea City. He looked at it for a good deal of time before deciding on a location.

He then reached out for his phone and called Ye Chuji.

“Uncle? It’s Lu Yi. I have some matters to discuss with you.”

At the same time, there were a few people standing outside exchanging nervous glances and reluctant to move.

“You go.”

“No, you go. I’m scared.”

“Scared of what? He’s not gonna eat you. Despite his icy countenance, you haven’t actually seen him hit anyone, no?”

“If you are so brave, why don’t you go?” The guy who got shoved forward took a step back. Only an idiot will lead the charge here. Lu Yi was with his wife, and what could a man and woman do when alone?

How awkward would it be if they went in at an intense moment?

But they had to go in. The matter at hand was important.

“Why are you guys sneaking around?” said Lu Yi faintly. The ruckus they made was enough to wake a sleeping person.

The people outside shut their mouth immediately upon hearing his question.

“What’s going on?” asked Yan Huan, rubbing her eyes. She was still sleepy, but the noise was too much for her to sleep.

“Nothing,” said Lu Yi, sprucing up her hair. “Let’s get some food later. Then I’ll send you home.”

“Okay,” agreed Yan Huan, rubbing her eyes again. She still wanted to sleep, but she had to eat something first. She was starving from not eating anything since morning.

Lu Yi put on his clothes, opened the door, and found a group of people awaiting him.

“What’s your business?” he asked, darkening. What’s the big idea here? Slacking off to watch a show? Or was his face too interesting to look at?

“I’m just here to drop off some doc.u.ments,” said one of them, quickly fleeing after leaving a pile of doc.u.ments inside the room.

“I was here to ask for a signature,” said another, also fleeing after leaving the doc.u.ments she was carrying.

“I’m here to check with you about the meeting.”

“And what about the rest of you?” asked Lu Yi. What were they trying to hear by eavesdropping?

The rest of them had long lost their courage, and Lu Yi’s stare was enough to scare them onto the verge of tears and send them fleeing.

Lu Yi gave Yan Huan’s hand a squeeze, then dipped his head and pulled Yan Huan’s pretty little face towards him. He felt weak.

“Such a pretty face. Every day I get worried about someone stealing you away.” That explains why men always say a virtuous wife was better than a pretty one, and inner beauty mattered more when it comes to marriage.

Lu Yi himself thought his overly-pretty wife had brought a fair share of woes, and he had to live in constant fear of someone l.u.s.ting after his wife. Worse still, his wife was l.u.s.ted after by men and women alike.

Yan Huan rubbed her face against his shoulders. All women wanted to be beautiful, and that includes her. A pretty face was a sight for sore eyes, and she couldn’t stand the thought of being ugly before Lu Yi. Even if Lu Yi didn’t mind, she herself would have minded it.

The food in the Prosecurate’s canteen had been prepared by chefs, so they didn’t taste bad at all. Plus, the hygiene was also a.s.sured. The reason Yan Huan resorted to ordering delivery service was that Lu Yi often didn’t have time to even come to the canteen and had to skip meals. If the food was delivered to him, he would have to eat them eventually.

Lu Yi ordered a few dished two bowls of rice. Soon, the food arrived.

“There are chicken drumsticks in today’s dishes,” announced the waiter. “The chef had prepared it just for you, Miss Yan. He’s a huge fan.”

“Thank you,” replied Yan Huan. It was the first time she received drumsticks from a fan.

Lu Yi had been a prosecutor here for years, so he knew how stingy the chef was. Normally, he would nag incessantly when someone takes a little extra rice, not to mention a drumstick. Was this even the same chef?

It’s good to be pretty, huh.

“Eat it,” said Lu Yi, pus.h.i.+ng the drumstick before Yan Huan.

To be honest, the greasy drumstick wasn’t very appealing to Yan Huan.

“It’s a gift from a fan,” said Lu Yi, brooking no arguments.

Yan Huan picked up the drumstick with chopsticks and nibbled at it. Thankfully, it tasted good.

Still, she couldn’t finish it and only took a few bites.

Lu Yi took it from her and ate it himself, while Yan Huan picked out the dishes she liked to eat from his bowl. They were blissful and happy like an old couple.

The others looked upon them envious and jealous, wondering why no superstars ever fell for them when they weren’t any bit worse as the prosecutor.

The prosecutor was a man who didn’t bother saying a word more than what was needed, yet he had the good luck of marrying such a beautiful wife.

When they were done with the meal, Lu Yi cleaned Yan Huan’s fingers with tissues, one at a time. The people who were previously critical about Yan Huan’s choice began understanding why she married Lu Yi.

Wasn’t this everything a woman could ask for?

“Time to go,” said Lu Yi, holding her hand. Yan Huan turned around and waved at everyone, not without breaking a handful of male hearts. It was sad that their G.o.ddess was now married, but they eventually chose to give their blessings and not let their envy show.

Lu Yi retrieved his car, still the black modded Hummer.

When they reached home, Yan Huan was so sleepy she didn’t feel like moving at all. Lu Yi went back to work only after she fell asleep.

Su Muran had received the offer of a high-budget drama, a show about time-traveling to the Qing Dynasty. This was a popular theme at present, and it wouldn’t be hard to keep the viewers.h.i.+p high as long as the film is good.

Of course, this drama did indeed break the viewers.h.i.+p record during her previous lifetime. Ten billion viewers.h.i.+p, a drama that propelled many of its actors to great fame.

The name of the drama was: When The Song Ends.

Naturally, Su Muran was the female lead, Qing Jun. The drama was based on the Qing Dynasty, the female protagonist being someone from the modern world who had time-traveled to that era and became Emperor Yongzhen’s concubine. At first, the unlikely pair met with hostility, but romance bloomed as time grew, and Qing Jun was head over heels for the powerful ruler in the end.