Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 114: Giving You the Championship

Chapter 114: Giving You the Championship

While video calling Lu Zhijin that evening, Song Shimu told him about what happened at the hospital that day.

A Jin, what kind of person is Moyu’s ex-girlfriend?

Lu Zhijin’s face darkened, his expression somewhat displeased, his voice carrying a hint of unhappiness.

We’re having a video call, why are you talking about another man?

Ah! It’s because a woman came today claiming to be Moyu’s ex-girlfriend.

Lu Zhijin slightly furrowed his brows, thought for a moment and confirmed, Wang Yiran?

Song Shimu’s expression turned serious, her body leaning forward excitedly toward the phone screen. In the small video window was the woman’s delicate and beautiful face.

Is Moyu’s ex-girlfriend named Wang Yiran? What kind of person is she?

Lu Zhijin said expressionlessly, Not sure, I’m not interested in other women.

Concerned about her best friend’s happiness, Song Shimu coquettishly insisted.

Husband, I know you’re the best. Please try to remember what she’s like? She came to the hospital today to cause trouble, it made me so angry!

Lu Zhijin’s eyes deepened as he tried hard to recall, seeming to remember something, his eyes becoming somewhat impatient.

I didn’t really like her. Wang Yiran was Moyu’s first love, but she’s arrogant and always acts like she looks down on everyone.

Because Moyu wanted to join the military, but Wang Yiran thought it was too dangerous, and most importantly they would become a long-distance couple.

So she strongly opposed Moyu applying to military academy at the time. Moyu almost chose to give up his dream for her.

But this woman then turned around and left Moyu to go abroad.

She abandoned Moyu first, and now she has the nerve to come back?!

Song Shimu punched the bed in anger, continuing her questioning indignantly.

What about Moyu? Does Moyu still like her?

Not really sure.

Lu Zhijin thought for a moment, a somewhat gloating look lifting his eyebrows.

Wang Yiran returned to the country?

Yes! She even went to the hospital today acting all high and mighty, saying something about recovering lost feelings and making up for Moyu’s regrets. Making being a mistress sound so refined, it really infuriated me!

Song Shimu complained angrily to Lu Zhijin, remembering how smug that woman looked this afternoon, she felt like tearing her apart.

Hmph.

Lu Zhijin let out a cold laugh, his eyes carrying an amused expression as he curled his lips disdainfully:

Let Moyu handle this messy situation himself when he returns. Serves him right for showing off.

If he dares to play with Jiayi’s feelings, I’ll definitely not let him off!

Song Shimu said seriously, her eyes containing a trace of anger.

Don’t worry, wife. Just give the order and I’ll beat him to death.

Lu Zhijin’s eyes held a hint of mischievous schadenfreude.

Alright, enough about other people’s business. Our time is so precious, let me see my precious wife.

Lu Zhijin gazed tenderly at the lovely face on the screen, his overflowing affection barely contained.

Song Shimu leaned lazily against the headboard, looking at the face she missed every day, pouting as she asked unhappily.

A Jin, how much longer until you come back?

Soon, the competition is almost over. I’ll be back right away. Take good care of yourself at home.

Song Shimu had never before felt time pass so quickly. It seemed like she had just made the video call, yet how had the time already run out? She could only hang up reluctantly, already looking forward to the next call.

These past few days, Song Shimu had been visiting Sun Jiayi at the hospital every day, worried she might overthink things.

Although Sun Jiayi appeared normal on the surface and even joked around with her, her occasional distant gaze made Song Shimu realize that Sun Jiayi wasn’t as calm as she seemed.

Wang Yiran’s visit that day had disrupted her peaceful and happy life. Like a small leaf falling on a vast lake, it still created ripples that spread layer by layer.

Mu Mu, I’m fine.

Sun Jiayi comforted Song Shimu, forcing a slight smile at the corners of her mouth.

Song Shimu’s heart ached seeing this. She stepped forward and embraced Sun Jiayi.

I’m not a child anymore, and my life isn’t just about relationships. So Mu Mu, don’t worry, I’m really fine. Besides, we don’t even know exactly what happened yet. We can wait until Mo Yu returns before making any judgments.

Though she said this, Song Shimu still keenly noticed the fleeting disappointment in Sun Jiayi’s eyes.

Although Sun Jiayi usually seemed carefree, her emotional world was actually quite simple.

Jiayi, I’ll always be on your side. Please don’t bear everything alone – I’ll always stand firmly with you.

Song Shimu’s eyes showed sincerity, her tone resolute and determined.

Hearing this, Sun Jiayi smiled gently, her expression relaxing as she patted Song Shimu’s arm that was holding her, comforting her:

Don’t worry, Mu Mu. How could I be defeated by just this one thing?

Want to go to a bar tonight to relax?

Song Shimu suddenly asked, raising an eyebrow.

If alcohol could help Sun Jiayi temporarily forget her troubles, it wouldn’t be a bad solution.

But Sun Jiayi shook her head in refusal.

No, I don’t want to be like some defeated woman, using alcohol to numb myself and escape reality.

Don’t worry, I won’t overthink things. Relationships aren’t the only thing in my life. I still have my work, my parents, and you – so I’m actually quite happy.

Song Shimu carefully studied Sun Jiayi’s expression. Though still concerned, seeing Sun Jiayi’s firm attitude, she had to let it go.

Alright then. But if anything happens, you must tell me immediately. Don’t carry everything alone.

Only after seeing Sun Jiayi nod did Song Shimu feel relieved.

Leaving the hospital, Song Shimu still felt somewhat heavy-hearted, continuously worried about her best friend.

Her phone had been ringing for a while before she noticed. Seeing Lu Zhijin’s contact on the screen, Song Shimu quickly answered in surprise.

Hello, A Jin? Why are you calling at this time? Wasn’t he supposed to be training?

A deep, captivating voice came through the receiver, Lu Zhijin’s uniquely steady voice resonating in her ear.

Turn around.

Song Shimu turned around in disbelief, her beautiful eyes widening at the sight of the suddenly appeared man.

Lu Zhijin stood tall and straight in his military uniform, phone in hand, gazing at the astonished Song Shimu with adoration, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

A Jin!

Song Shimu’s eyes shone with overwhelming joy as she quickly ran toward the man, her steps light.

How come you’re back?

Because I missed my wife too much.

Lu Zhijin’s icy expression held a vivid smile as he cradled Song Shimu with one hand while raising the medal on his chest with the other, showing it to her.

I’m giving the championship to you.

Song Shimu gazed at the golden medal—it was Lu Zhijin’s honor. The man she loved stood tall and unyielding, shining brilliantly under the sunlight.