Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 101: You Didn't See Anything

Chapter 101: You Didn’t See Anything

Did Fang Wenya try to seduce you?

Song Shimu sat in the passenger seat, watching Lu Zhijin’s gloomy and angry expression, and couldn’t help but ask.

Lu Zhijin, who had been driving with a dark face, widened his eyes in surprise at Song Shimu’s words.

As expected of my clever wife, connected to my heart—you even know this?

Fang Wenya was batting her eyelashes so much they were about to cramp. I’d have to be an idiot not to notice!

Song Shimu pursed her lips. She didn’t know whether Fang Wenya was clever or stupid—flirting with another man right in front of her current husband, completely fearless!

But your husband here knows how to behave. I didn’t let that woman get close.

Lu Zhijin put on a serious face, looking rather pleased with himself as he hurried to declare his loyalty to his wife.

Mm, but I’m more worried about Bo Han.

Song Shimu rested her arm on the car window, gazing distractedly outside, somewhat absent-minded.

I think you could praise me first.

Not hearing the expected praise, Young Master Lu was a bit unhappy.

Song Shimu couldn’t help but curve her eyebrows into a smile, looking at the somewhat childish man with threads of affection in her eyes.

My husband is just too good, giving me absolute security and making me your one and only.

Lu Zhijin was overjoyed by the praise, his usually aloof face showing rare embarrassment as he struggled to control his rising smile.

On Monday when it was time for school, Song Shimu waited downstairs for Lu Yike. The normally enthusiastic little rascal didn’t know what he was doing today, hiding upstairs and refusing to come down.

Ke Ke, you’re going to be late for school. Song Shimu couldn’t help but remind him.

Coming, coming!

Lu Yike came running down with his small backpack, happily grinning from ear to ear, holding a smart watch in his hand.

Bo Han is returning to school today! I’m going to give him this watch so I can contact him often!

You miss Bo Han that much?

Yeah! Super much! He’s my best friend!

After each giving a kiss to Lu Chenxi who was enjoying himself at home, they hurried off to school during the morning rush hour.

Zhao Bo Han returned to school after a long absence, his arm in a cast, with other children curiously gathering around to look.

Lu Yike pushed the others aside like a mother hen protecting her chick.

Bo Han is injured! Be careful around him!

Thank you, Ke Ke.

Zhao Bo Han looked at the black smart watch Lu Yike had put on his wrist and smiled shyly.

No need for thanks. This way you can call me every day from now on.

Lu Yike waved his small hand like a little boss, putting his arm around Zhao Bo Han’s shoulder and speaking with the gravity of an elder.

— — —

Song Shimu felt that Lu Yike had been acting strange recently.

The little guy would often sit by the window alone in a daze, occasionally looking at her and Lu Zhijin as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

For the first time, Song Shimu saw such a gloomy and distressed expression on such a young face.

Every time she asked him what was wrong, Lu Yike would sigh with the weariness of someone much older and walk away shaking his head.

Song Shimu frowned. Why did she feel that in Lu Yike’s eyes, she seemed like an ignorant and naive adult?

That little rascal Lu Yike has been acting a bit strange lately.

I’ve noticed it too.

Song Shimu and Lu Zhijin sat in the study, brows tightly furrowed as if they were studying some major international situation.

Logically speaking, he hasn’t reached adolescence at this age yet. How does he already have his own little secrets? Song Shimu couldn’t understand.

Could it be that my son has taken a liking to some girl who didn’t reciprocate?

That shouldn’t be the case. He still treats the Little Prince as his wife now.

The two sat on the sofa, Song Shimu leaning against Lu Zhijin’s chest, her eyes filled with confusion.

Half an hour later, Lu Yike sat obediently on the chair in the study, pursing his lips. Across from him sat his stern-faced parents.

What’s wrong? Lu Yike asked timidly.

Mom and Dad feel you might be facing some difficulties recently, so we want to help you.

Song Shimu’s expression was gentle as she spoke to Lu Yike in the softest tone possible, treating him as an equal.

I’m fine.

Lu Yike’s eyes wandered elsewhere, his chubby adorable cheeks slightly puffed up, his hands fidgeting uncomfortably.

Ke Ke, you can have your own secrets, but if you encounter any difficulties, you must discuss them with Mom and Dad.

Lu Zhijin’s expression remained calm as he looked at the little kid across from him, his voice steady and firm.

Hmm—

Lu Yike hesitated, lowering his head to pick at his fingers. After thinking for a long time, he finally spoke.

I want Bo Han to come live with us.

You can invite Bo Han to stay with us for a few days, Song Shimu said, thinking it wasn’t a big deal.

But I want him to live here forever.

Song Shimu raised her eyebrows slightly, surprised by the depth of their friendship, and patiently asked gently.

Although you and Bo Han are very close, sweetheart, Bo Han has his own parents.

Lu Yike lowered his head, pouting unhappily, and mumbled.

But his mom doesn’t like him.

Song Shimu and Lu Zhijin exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other’s thoughts.

This was the two little kids sharing their innermost secrets with each other.

Why do you say that?

Because…

Lu Yike’s lips trembled, Because the bruises on Bo Han’s arm were caused by his mom!

!!!

Song Shimu’s heart sank, her eyes widening unconsciously as a heavy feeling settled in her chest.

Did Bo Han tell you that?

Lu Yike nodded seriously.

Then they learned the truth from Lu Yike’s account—a truth that shattered their worldview.

Based on Lu Yike’s imaginative description, they managed to piece together what happened.

Fang Wenya, Zhao Bohan’s mother, had indeed been the other woman who broke up a marriage.

Although Zhao Yingquan appeared polite and refined, like many wealthy people, he was rotten inside despite his respectable exterior, with chaotic behavior behind the scenes.

Zhao Yingquan had an affair while married, keeping the young and beautiful Fang Wenya as his mistress.

Fang Wenya, ambitious and cunning, intentionally got pregnant with Zhao Yingquan’s child, drove away his original wife, and successfully took her place. However, the couple’s relationship remained strained even after marriage.

After becoming Mrs. Zhao, Fang Wenya grew increasingly greedy and showed no affection for the son who had helped her secure her position, often neglecting him completely.

Being naturally promiscuous and unrestrained, with Zhao Yingquan frequently away on business trips, she often went out to fool around with different men.

That night, Zhao Bohan had wanted to get a glass of water when he noticed the light still on in his parents’ room. Thinking his father had returned from his business trip, he unconsciously walked over and witnessed a shocking scene.

His mother was wearing a sexy silk nightgown, her pale, glowing arms wrapped around another man’s neck.

The man lowered his head, tickling Fang Wenya until she giggled uncontrollably.

His voice was deep and hoarse, laced with amusement as he lifted his head and carried Fang Wenya toward the bed.

Zhao Bohan’s eyes widened instantly—he had clearly seen the man’s face.

It was actually ZQY!!!!!! [Not allowed to write it, ahhh!]

With a sharp crack, the water glass fell to the floor. Shards scattered everywhere, startling the two people in the room.

The man’s expression darkened. He released Fang Wenya, strode over, and opened the door to find a stunned Zhao Bohan.

Zhao Bohan stared in terror at the scene, his body frozen stiff. As soon as he regained his senses, he immediately turned and fled.

Damn it!

The man cursed under his breath, frowned, and quickly gave chase. Without a second thought, he kicked out, sending Zhao Bohan tumbling down the staircase.

Ah—!

Zhao Bohan lay on the ground in agony, his entire body aching, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He saw his mother standing coldly at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, looking down at him with contempt.

What should we do? Fang Wenya asked.

A smirk playing on his lips, the man leisurely descended the stairs, crouched beside Zhao Bohan, and looked at him with mocking eyes.

You didn’t see anything tonight, understand? Otherwise—

The man’s tone turned threatening, I’ll dump you in the deep mountains.

Tears welling in his eyes, Zhao Bohan hugged himself tightly in fear, pressed his lips together, and let out a muffled, Mm.