Warm Wife into Arms

Chapter 1: I Live Only for You In a dimly lit room, several men in white coats were holding down a struggling woman. The woman's eyes were wide open, her face gaunt and aged, making it hard to recognize that she was once the once-popular and highly sought-after actress, Yan Huan. "Isn't this your first time?" The maid sneered with a cruel smile, wrapping her arms around herself, her gaze settling on Yan Huan's swollen belly. "You're not supposed to resist, or else be careful that your blood will drain out, and even the baby will be lost. If it weren't for this bit of use, do you think you could still be the young lady of the Lu family, being fed and housed well?" "Yeah..." Suddenly, a thick needle pierced into Yan Huan's vein. She clenched her hands, letting her blood flow to one place until that warmth left her body. The doctors finished drawing blood and hurriedly left. The maid came over, sizing up the woman on the bed, whose face had now lost its color. "Still an actress, bah?" She spat forcefully at Yan Huan's face, "With a face like yours, you're only good for playing a dead person. How could our young master Qin have taken a fancy to your deadpan face? Disgusting, repulsive." Then, the sound of the door closing became the only noise here, and the surroundings once again fell into the silence of darkness. Yan Huan raised her feeble hand, wiped the disgusting saliva from her face, and then, like a dead person, began to wait for death day by day, yet she couldn't bear to die. She placed her hands on her swollen belly, fearless, there's still yours, there's still yours... The entertainment industry is the cruelest place, and the man who once said he loved her was even more cruel. The TV broadcast the grand occasion of this year's Oscar winners. A couple wept with joy, tightly embracing each other, and they were none other than the male and female leads who won the international award this time. From then on, their status soared, becoming internationally renowned stars known to all. Huh, yes, a generation of superstars, her husband, and her husband's mistress. Yan Huan coldly stared at the couple on the TV, her skin was almost sickly pale. Although she was only in her twenties, she already had the desolation and old age of someone over thirty. Her skin was dull and lacked luster, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened, and at this moment, her veins bulging hands tightly gripped the sofa beside her. The joints of her fingers turned white with effort, and in those beautiful eyes, there was first a dullness, then hatred, and finally, endurance. Her gaze fell on her slightly swollen belly. "Child, do you know that there really are no good people in this world?" She picked up the remote control and pressed it hard, the sound on the TV abruptly stopped. From her initial madness, insanity, and hysteria, to now, she had accepted her fate. She didn't argue or make trouble anymore. This place, only twenty square meters, was the world she would live in for the rest of her life, her destiny. There was only one TV here, and the TV always played the lovey-dovey displays of the film emperor and film empress. So, what about her? She laughed, tears coming out of her laughter, what was she? Was she Yan Huan, an expired actress, Mrs. Lu, or a dead person? Perhaps these people had always treated her as a dead person. Then why was she still alive? Was it just for them to come and draw her blood every few days? She gently stroked her belly, her red lips trembling, "Maybe living is just for you." Who could have imagined that Yan Huan, once the most promising new star in the entertainment industry, would retire at the height of her career?