Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 100: Young Master Lu, Be Gentle With Me

Chapter 100: Young Master Lu, Be Gentle With Me

“Mom, how is Bohàn doing?”

Lu Yike sat in the living room, pushing the stroller where Lu Chenxi was giggling happily. Seeing Song Shimu return, he asked with concern.

“Bohàn needs a few more days of rest before returning to school, but his arm is fractured. You’ll need to take extra care of him then.”

“Don’t worry, I can read comic books to Bohàn!”

While changing clothes in the evening, Lu Zhijin lifted his shirt off and tossed it into the laundry basket, revealing his sturdy upper torso. Suddenly remembering something, he said,

“The manager from Central Bank, Zhao Yingquan, called me unexpectedly today. He wants to treat us to a meal.”

Song Shimu handed him his pajamas, her expression neutral.

“Yes, he’s the father of one of my students. I recognized him during my home visit today.”

“I see. Should we go?”

Lu Zhijin had initially intended to decline outright, but since it involved Song Shimu, he left the decision to his wife.

Song Shimu pressed her lips together in contemplation, casually smoothing Lu Zhijin’s collar for him.

“Let’s go. There’s something peculiar about their family dynamics.”

“Then I’ll take my wife to see what’s really going on.”

Lu Zhijin’s voice deepened as he spoke, his eyes turning intense. He lowered his head, wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist, and captured her lips.

His palms pressed firmly against Song Shimu’s slender waist while his mouth moved with deliberate pressure, nibbling and sucking gently on her soft lips.

As passion stirred, his hands grew restless, slipping beneath Song Shimu’s hem to boldly knead the smooth skin beneath his palms.

Song Shimu grew weak in the knees from the kiss, her body going limp as Lu Zhijin cupped her bottom and lifted her up. Her pale, slender legs wrapped around his waist while her arms clung to his broad shoulders.

“We haven’t showered yet.”

Song Shimu breathed lightly, her forehead resting against his. The sweet taste of their kiss still lingered on her tongue, yet her body was already responding to desire.

Holding Song Shimu securely, Lu Zhijin strode out of the walk-in closet without hesitation, his long legs carrying them directly into the bathroom. A teasing glint shone in the corner of his eyes as he drawled lazily,

“Then let’s shower together.”

Again!

Song Shimu shot him a coquettish glare, her eyes brimming with affection that made Lu Zhijin’s heart itch with anticipation. Immediately, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her fiercely.

On weekend evening, Lu Zhijin brought Song Shimu to the appointed meeting.

When they opened the private room door, Zhao Yingquan was already seated inside. Beside him sat a young woman wearing a sleeveless checkered Chanel-style short dress, her hair styled in large waves – she was Zhao Bohàn’s mother.

Upon their entry, Zhao Yingquan immediately stood up, extending his hand in advance.

“Young Master Lu, Madame Lu, please have a seat. Thank you for honoring us with your presence.”

When Zhao Bohàn’s mother saw Lu Zhijin, her eyes lit up as she subtly scanned him from head to toe.

Standing over 180cm tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his handsome features were complemented by an innate noble demeanor in every gesture.

She swept her charming curls to one side, rising with a blossoming smile as she leaned slightly forward, extending her Van Cleef & Arpels-braceleted hand toward Lu Zhijin.

“Young Master Lu, pleased to meet you. I’m Fang Wenya.”

Lu Zhijin gave a slight nod without looking at her, instead picking up a napkin to drape over Song Shimu’s lap to protect against food stains.

Fang Wenya’s face flushed with embarrassment as she retracted her hand and sat down with a stiffened smile.

As an investment manager who regularly dealt with wealthy clients, Zhao Yingquan possessed high emotional intelligence and conversational skills. Under his facilitation, the dinner atmosphere remained quite harmonious.

Fang Wenya had been quietly observing Lu Zhijin, seizing every opportunity to bat her eyelashes or twist her body in an exaggerated manner.

A young man with wealth, connections, good looks, and a great figure—he practically had every advantage stacked in his favor. Who wouldn’t be drawn to him?

“I never imagined that Bohan’s teacher would be Madam Lu. What an honor,” Zhao Yingquan said, raising his glass to propose a toast to Song Shimu. But Lu Zhijin intercepted the glass, downed the drink expressionlessly, and Song Shimu, accustomed to such behavior, smiled and asked Zhao Yingquan, “How is Bohan doing now?”

“As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a bone injury. He can only take it slow, but he’ll be able to return to school next week.”

Song Shimu nodded with relief but couldn’t resist pressing further. “Is Bohan happy at home? At this stage, it’s crucial to provide him with a peaceful and nurturing environment.”

Fang Wenya overheard this and rolled her eyes discreetly, her lips curling in impatience. Suddenly, she noticed Lu Zhijin’s cold, piercing gaze and was startled into sitting up straight.

“I must admit, I often have to travel for work, so I’m rarely by Bohan’s side. I haven’t been able to give him the complete childhood he deserves,” Zhao Yingquan said with a hint of shame and regret, his expression softening as he spoke of his younger son. “But Bohan is very sensible—he never gives me any trouble.”

Unlike his eldest son, who constantly caused problems!

Song Shimu suppressed her doubts. It was clear that Zhao Yingquan cherished Zhao Bohan deeply, but the strange feeling she had during her visit to their home lingered—was it just her imagination?

Midway through the evening, Lu Zhijin excused himself to use the restroom. Fang Wenya’s eyes lit up, and she grabbed her purse, following him out.

With only Zhao Yingquan and Song Shimu left in the private room, Song Shimu pursed her lips and spoke carefully. “Mr. Zhao, Bohan is a very sensible child. I hope you can pay more attention to him. A healthy family environment requires effort from everyone.”

Zhao Yingquan, being shrewd, understood her implication perfectly. He smiled faintly. “You’re absolutely right, Madam Lu. Ya Ya is still young and a bit impulsive, but Bohan is her child after all. You needn’t worry on that account.”

With that response, Song Shimu felt it was best not to say more.

When Lu Zhijin stepped out of the restroom, he found Fang Wenya leaning against the hallway wall, waiting for him.

She had deliberately touched up her makeup, her lips now a seductive red, and had spritzed on perfume.

Fang Wenya beamed, deliberately pressing her chest forward to accentuate her cleavage as she fluttered her eyelashes, her gaze full of invitation. “Young Master Lu, aren’t you bored? How about stepping out for a cigarette?”

Lu Zhijin pushed her away coldly, his expression icy and disgusted. The strong scent of her perfume was giving him a headache.

“Oh, Young Master Lu, wait for me~” Fang Wenya cooed, tottering on her high heels as she trailed behind the aloof man.

Lu Zhijin, with his long legs and brisk stride, quickly outpaced her. She reached out, tugging at his sleeve, and whined in a high-pitched voice, “Young Master Lu, I’m so tired!”

Lu Zhijin frowned and immediately shook her off, sending Fang Wenya tumbling to the floor. His eyes filled with revulsion, his aura turning frigid as his voice dropped several degrees. “Get lost!”

True to her reputation as a woman who had schemed her way into an affair, even sprawled on the ground, Fang Wenya didn’t forget to be seductive. She stretched out her slender legs, crossing them enticingly, and deliberately hunched her shoulders to emphasize her chest, her eyes pleading pitifully. “Young Master Lu, be gentle with me~”

“Disgusting!”

Lu Zhijin shot the woman a look of contempt before turning to leave without the slightest hesitation.

Fang Wenya watched his resolute retreating figure, clenching her teeth in frustration, her eyes blazing with defiance.

Lu Zhijin strode coldly into the private room, picked up Song Shimu’s coat, and took her hand as he helped her to her feet.

“Mr. Zhao, we have matters to attend to and must take our leave.”

Without waiting for a response, he led Song Shimu out of the room.

Shortly after, Fang Wenya limped in slowly, pausing in surprise at the sight of the empty room.

“Where did you go?Zhao Yingquan narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized the returning woman, his tone was deep.

“To the restroom. That clumsy waiter mopped the floor so slippery I took a fall!”

Fang Wenya maintained her composure, melting against Zhao Yingquan’s chest as she planted a kiss on his cheek and deliberately cooed.

“You don’t even feel sorry for me!”

Zhao Yingquan silently studied her for several seconds before pulling her into his embrace, his hand wandering restlessly beneath the table to caress her smooth thigh.

“Let me see where you got hurt.”

“Stop it!”

Fang Wenya buried her face in Zhao Yingquan’s chest with a flirtatious protest, her voice light and playful, though her eyes held a trace of impatience.