Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 102: What Do You Want Me to Do???

Chapter 102: What Do You Want Me to Do???

(The man is zqy. Can’t pass review, everyone please bear with it, and I really deleted a lot of blush-inducing content!!! Ahhhh!!!)

In the luxuriously decorated bedroom, an expensive and elegant record player sat atop a cabinet made of pearwood.

Fang Wenya wore a thin, light pink nightgown, her full breasts clearly outlining the fabric, while her pale, alluring legs extended from beneath the skirt.

Relaxed, she lifted her delicate white fingers to select a record and place it in the player, allowing gentle music to flow through the room.

A pair of strong arms reached out from behind, wrapping around Fang Wenya’s waist as a warm body pressed against her back.

The man lowered his head, resting it on her shoulder.

Why did you come to my room again?

Fang Wenya turned around and smiled lightly.

Her jade-like arms gently draped over the man’s neck as she tilted her head, gazing at him with bright, sparkling eyes and a flirtatious tone.

You like me like this, don’t you?

Fang Wenya looked up, a shrewd glint in her eyes, smiling as she observed the man’s reaction.

You like that Song Shimu, don’t you?

The man’s dark eyes cleared slightly as he stared at Fang Wenya with an ambiguous expression, curling his lips indifferently.

What do you mean by ‘like’? I just want to taste what she’s like.

Then I’ll help you.

The man raised his eyebrows in disbelief, his dark eyes scrutinizing the woman before him before he suddenly chuckled softly and gave her full buttock a firm squeeze.

Since when are you so kind? Let me guess—

With that, he lifted the woman and tossed her onto his bed, pulling off his own shirt with a hoarse voice.

You have your eyes on Lu Zhijin, don’t you?

Ever since he saw Zhao Yingquan’s attitude toward Song Shimu last time, he had secretly investigated and discovered that Song Shimu’s husband was actually the famous Lu Zhijin of Haishi!

Fang Wenya’s eyes were seductive, her hair splayed across the bed as she spoke flirtatiously.

Isn’t this a win-win? If I take care of Lu Zhijin, won’t Song Shimu be yours?

The woman’s arms rested on the man’s shoulders as he looked at her with a dangerous, inscrutable gaze.

Then you’ll have to work hard.

The night was deep, and the quiet room was filled with a blush-inducing tension.

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Song Shimu listened in shock to Lu Yike’s account. The child was innocent and didn’t know much, but he subconsciously sensed that this behavior was wrong.

Song Shimu licked her lips, struggling to find the right words.

Ke Ke, don’t tell anyone about this. Mom will find a way to handle it. Next time something like this happens, don’t keep it to yourself, okay?

Lu Yike nodded. These concepts were beyond his understanding, but he wanted to do his best to protect his good friend.

After Lu Yike returned to his bedroom, Song Shimu leaned against Lu Zhijin’s chest, her expression troubled.

I never imagined things were like this!

She had suspected Zhao Bohan was suffering from domestic violence, but she never thought Fang Wenya would stoop so low. With a mother like that, what would become of his future?

How should she broach this with Zhao Yingquan? He wouldn’t believe her and would probably think she was meddling.

Lu Zhijin also frowned, recalling Fang Wenya’s previous actions with disgust.

This isn’t something we can interfere with too much. Don’t do anything—leave it to me to handle.

Lu Zhijin’s voice was low and deep. He didn’t want Song Shimu to get involved in such a disgusting matter, which could also bring trouble to her.

The phone on the coffee table lit up with a text message.

Lu Zhijin picked it up right in front of Song Shimu, making no attempt to hide it.

It was from an unregistered number—a stranger’s message.

[Young Master Lu, this is Fang Wenya. We didn’t get a chance to chat properly last time. Next time there’s an opportunity, shall we get to know each other more deeply?]

Lu Zhijin’s expression remained blank as his fingers moved swiftly to delete and block the number, but Song Shimu stopped him just in time.

Don’t delete it.

Thinking she had misunderstood and suspected he had some connection with Fang Wenya, Lu Zhijin hurriedly explained.

This is the first time she’s contacted me. I have no interest in her.

You could develop some interest.

?!

Lu Zhijin raised an eyebrow, watching as the petite woman curved her beautiful eyes mischievously, like a clever little fox, and declared confidently:

Aren’t we stuck on how to resolve this matter? You could seduce Fang Wenya, record evidence of her infidelity, and then secretly send it to Zhao Yingquan.

Zhao Yingquan will definitely kick Fang Wenya out of the house. And since he values Bohan so much, Bohan will probably end up living with his father. Then everything will be settled!

Song Shimu clapped her hands excitedly, thrilled by her own clever idea, completely oblivious to Lu Zhijin’s shifting expression and darkening face.

Then she heard him grit his teeth and speak in a low, tense voice.

You want me to seduce Fang Wenya?

Oh, come on, with a face like yours, do you even need to seduce anyone? Fang Wenya will come sniffing around on her own.

Song Shimu blinked her innocent, bright eyes, trying to reassure Lu Zhijin.

Lu Zhijin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Since when had he, the esteemed Young Master Lu, ever been subjected to such humiliation!

And it was his own dear wife who was putting him through this!

I can’t do it. My eyes are only for you. Other women make me uncomfortable all over.

Oh, it’s just about using your charm! I wouldn’t agree if it involved anything more!

Song Shimu straddled Lu Zhijin’s lap, wrapping her arms around him and cooing sweetly.

She thought her idea was absolutely brilliant.

Good husband, please? Could you bear to see such an adorable child like Bohan living in that kind of family?

I could bring him here to live with us.

Lu Zhijin steadied his breathing, trying hard to resist the woman’s temptations.

If necessary, he could find a way to send Zhao Yingquan to prison and then fight for custody of Zhao Bohan.

No need to go through all that trouble! Just treat it like playing a boring game!

She was really worried that the people in prison might form some kind of Avengers alliance.

Please, husband~

Song Shimu leaned closer to the man, softening her voice as she whispered by his ear, breathing softly.

How about a reward tonight? I’ll wear that sailor outfit?

Lu Zhijin’s expression darkened. His large hand gripped her soft waist as his resolve wavered, bewitched by her. In a hoarse voice, he negotiated his terms.

After we succeed, I want three more rewards, and you have to follow my arrangements.

This greedy man!

Pouting adorably, Song Shimu leaned close to the man’s throat and cooed, Okay.

In an instant, she was lifted into the air as Lu Zhijin carried her, striding back to the bedroom, ready to unwrap his gift.