Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 104: Fulfilling the Promise

Chapter 104: Fulfilling the Promise

Baby, why are you here?

Lu Zhijin was surprised to see Song Shimu here.

Originally, they had agreed that Lu Zhijin would attend the appointment with Fang Wenya, installing surveillance in the private room beforehand to record evidence of her infidelity.

But just now, Song Shimu suddenly sent him a text message telling him not to drink and giving him a room number, instructing him to bring Fang Wenya there.

After arriving, Lu Zhijin discovered his beloved wife Master standing at the door.

When Zhao Qiyang said those words at the kindergarten entrance today, Song Shimu had already grown suspicious.

If she hadn’t known about Zhao Qiyang and Fang Wenya’s relationship in advance, she would never have imagined that these two unscrupulous scumbags were not only having an affair but also conspiring to harm others.

Song Shimu played along with Zhao Qiyang’s scheme and left with him, listening to his arrogant boasting throughout, which was filled with contempt for Lu Zhijin.

Song Shimu deliberately let him lower his guard and took the opportunity to swap their drinks, which Zhao Qiyang remained completely unaware of.

Tricked by Song Shimu, he drank glass after glass until his head grew dizzy and his body heated up, only then realizing something was wrong.

But it was too late. Zhao Qiyang’s head slumped forward and hit the table with a thud.

Originally, they only planned to record evidence of one person’s infidelity, but now, these two fools had delivered themselves right to their doorstep!

Don’t act recklessly next time!

Lu Zhijin frowned as he listened to Song Shimu’s explanation, feeling a sense of lingering fear.

Zhao Qiyang was an unscrupulous rogue without any moral restraints, capable of doing anything. What if Song Shimu had fallen into his trap!

Don’t worry, I’m clever!

Song Shimu knew the man was worried about her. She coquettishly wrapped her arms around his and deliberately said sweet things.

Besides, my husband is here having a meal with another woman. I simply couldn’t rest easy! I have to keep a close eye on such a handsome husband!

Lu Zhijin curved his lips and gently tapped her delicate little nose, his eyes filled with affection and helplessness.

You always know how to sweet-talk me!

Let’s go, let’s go. We’ll leave the rest to Chen Sheng to handle.

Chen Sheng: I’m just a poor, overworked machine.

That room had been equipped with hidden cameras in advance, and all of Fang Wenya and Zhao Qiyang’s actions were recorded, including their ambiguous remarks the next morning after sobering up.

The video was anonymously sent to Zhao Yingquan’s internal work group and the industry’s major chat group.

Everyone saw the arrogant, self-righteous Manager Zhao—the woman he kept at home was caught in bed with his own son.

Zhao Yingquan returned home with a face as dark as thunder. Fang Wenya, still unaware of what had happened, was puzzled to see him back so early.

Yingquan, why are you back so early?

To her surprise, without a word, he harshly slapped her across the face. Zhao Yingquan was filled with overwhelming rage, his eyes bloodshot.

You slut!

The woman writhed in pain on the floor, dodging his kicks and punches, only gradually realizing what had happened.

Fang Wenya knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. Gone was her previous refined appearance—her hair was disheveled, her eye makeup smudged, as she clutched Zhao Yingquan’s sleeve, begging for mercy.

Today, the entire industry had witnessed Zhao Yingquan’s humiliation. He had always cared deeply about his reputation, and this time, he would absolutely not spare this wretched woman.

Actually, Song Shimu had originally intended to send the video only to Zhao Yingquan, but Lu Zhijin, with a stern expression, instructed Chen Sheng to anonymously distribute it to the industry managers’ group.

Having suffered so many losses, he wasn’t about to let others off easily!

If Zhao Yingquan hadn’t been unfaithful in his marriage, allowing Fang Wenya to rise to power, none of these events would have occurred!

Song Shimu thought it made sense and let the man have his way.

Moreover, only by letting this matter escalate would Zhao Yingquan be driven to deal harshly with that wretched pair.

It was said that later, Zhao Yingquan kicked Fang Wenya out without giving her a single cent, and he took custody of Zhao Bohan.

As for Zhao Qiyang, being his own son after all, Zhao Yingquan gave him an apartment to live in independently but cut off all his credit cards, leaving him to fend for himself.

With the matter finally resolved, Zhao Bohan’s cheerful smiles at school became more frequent, and every night he eagerly engaged in long phone calls with Lu Yike.

The two youngsters even made plans to visit over the weekend to see the baby sister and Lu Yike’s little wife.

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Darling, isn’t it time to fulfill your promise?

Lu Zhijin propped his chin on his hand, leaning against the headboard, his eyes meaningfully fixed on the woman sitting obediently on the sofa at the foot of the bed.

Song Shimu blushed, lowering her head to stare blankly at her fair, plump toes.

Back when she had casually promised to let Lu Zhijin seduce Fang Wenya, she hadn’t thought much of it, as if someone else would be fulfilling the promise later.

For the past few days, I’ve been holding back because I knew you had work the next day.

Lu Zhijin spoke leisurely, like a sinister serpent calmly observing its prey.

There’s no need to rush, really.

Song Shimu evaded indirectly, Bohan is coming tomorrow, and I need to prepare for his visit.

With Ke Ke around, you don’t have to worry. That little one is more attentive than a waiter.

Well, there was no escaping it—tonight, she was destined to suffer!

Pouting, Song Shimu looked pitifully at Lu Zhijin, making one last attempt to resist.

Can I at least not wear that outfit?

Laid out on the bed was a seductive set made of sheer black fabric.

It barely covered anything, with a bell hanging around the neck.

Utterly humiliating!

No.

Lu Zhijin narrowed his long, narrow eyes, a dangerous glint shining in their dark depths.

This is the reward I deserve.

Reluctantly, under Lu Zhijin’s unwavering gaze, Song Shimu picked up the outfit and headed to the bathroom. Before emerging, she spent a long time mentally preparing herself, her entire body flushed a shy pink.

Lu Zhijin seemed to forget how to breathe, staring dumbfounded at the woman who stepped out—her figure fiery, her curves perfect.

He had imagined how Song Shimu would look in that outfit, but reality far surpassed his expectations.

Her slender, beautiful legs were encased in black stockings, shapely and provocative, while the minimal fabric accentuated her voluptuous figure.

The woman shyly lowered her head, the corners of her eyes tinged with a blush, her cheeks rosy—a look both innocent and alluring.

Lu Zhijin stepped forward, placing a bunny headband on her head. His Adam’s apple bobbed unnaturally, his voice husky.

So beautiful.

Seeing Song Shimu like this, he would gladly give his life for her!

Lu Zhijin bent down, scooped the woman into his arms, and gently laid her on the bed. Gazing down at her bashful form with profound intensity, he leisurely began unbuttoning his own clothes.

Time to unwrap my gift.

Under the bright moonlight and swaying tree shadows, the quiet room was filled with the clear, tinkling sound of the bell around Song Shimu’s neck.

Lu Zhijin experienced firsthand the meaning of dying under the peony, even as a ghost, one remains gallant.