Sweet Wife in My Arms

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Lu Yi sat up, beckoned her to sit on his lap, then cupped her face and pressed their foreheads together.

“Don’t go anywhere for a few days.
Lu Qin has gotten his hands on my blood.
I’m afraid that they would try to target you.”

“Your blood is useless to him,” frowned Yan Huan.
“Su Muran has the same blood type as you, but your bone marrows are incompatible.”

She knew that.
Lu Qin had gone to Lu Yi for help in her past life, but there was nothing Lu Yi could do to save her.

“That’s what makes me most scared.
They might set their eyes on you,” crooned Lu Yi, gently raising her face to face him.
There hadn’t been much color on her face lately; mostly because she had given too much blood to Lu Yi.
It would take years before she recovered fully.

She had no more blood to give, and donating bone marrow was completely out of the question.

Lu Yi remembered the nefarious things Lu Qin had done to her in her previous life and had the impulse to skin his brother alive.
She was pregnant when Lu Qin bled her dry.

In the end, he even tore her tummy open and removed her child by force, a child who was merely six months old.
If I have a child, a daughter, thought Lu Yi, I will love her with all I have.

“What do they have to do with me?” asked Yan Huan, leaning her head against Lu Yi’s shoulder.
She had transferred all her burdens to Lu Yi.
Yes, she wasn’t afraid.
She wasn’t related to Su Muran in any way, so why should she care whether she died or not?

Not like Su Muran cared about her in her previous life.
She may have reincarnated, but make no mistake—she wasn’t Mother Mary.
Don’t take her for a saint.

She wasn’t any of that.
She didn’t even think of herself as a good person.

She closed her eyes.
Trepidation flooded her.
She hoped that her feelings were wrong.

The large warm hand patted her back gently, dissipating the worries that had spawned out of nowhere.

Her long lashes quivered.
Soon, her breath turned measured.

Lu Yi carefully rearranged the cover, then reached for his laptop.
He began researching about Thalassemias.

Since the start, something had struck him as odd.

Near-perfect bone marrow compatibility was rare even among kin… Weren’t there too many coincidences? Su Muran and Yan Huan weren’t related in any way, yet they had matching blood-types and nearly perfect bone marrow compatibility.
Yan Huan’s child, the child’s umbilical cord blood … those were even more compatible with Su Muran.
No wonder Lu Qin would go to such lengths to acquire the child’s umbilical cord blood.

None of these was logical.
Yes, there are many people in this world who have compatible bone marrows despite not being related in any way, but for them to both have the exceedingly rare Rh-negative AB blood…

That was almost hard to believe.
Yet, his research yielded nothing.

Even after enlisting Lei Qingyi’s help, he found out nothing.

Yan Huan was just a child from a common family, with zero ties to the Su Family.

Those were the facts he dug up, yet he felt as though there was something more to it.