Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 117: No Man Shall Live

Chapter 117: No Man Shall Live

However, during the afternoon shoot, Xu Weiwei suddenly became very enthusiastic, actively engaging with the children and changing her attitude so drastically it seemed the person who had lost her temper at noon wasn’t her at all.

It was said that the director had spoken to Xu Weiwei, advising her to rein in her temper slightly.

The children in this kindergarten all came from families beyond their means to offend—their backgrounds were essentially among Haishi’s prominent figures, true third-generation officials.

So that afternoon, Xu Weiwei specifically sought out the little girl she had made cry earlier, holding her on her lap to comfort her, explaining that the noon incident was just a small accident.

The little girl looked timid, lowering her head without speaking, constantly fidgeting with her fingers.

Tingting is scared of you, please stop talking.

Lu Yike suddenly appeared, his messy curly hair from his noon nap sticking out, his eyes showing displeasure as he pulled Tingting away.

Xu Weiwei stared awkwardly at the two children’s retreating figures, her smile frozen on her face, secretly gritting her teeth.

In the afternoon, the three members of the SOT group had staff buy fruits to distribute to everyone. With quite a number of teachers and students in the school, they practically bought a full cartload.

Thank you, brothers!

A group of little ones chirped their thanks, eyes sparkling with joy.

Mommy, I got a super big cherry for you.

Lu Yike’s small hand clutched a large, crimson cherry, secretly offering it to Song Shimu like a treasure.

This made Song Shimu unable to hold back her laughter—her good son always shared whatever good things he had with her first.

Thank you, sweetheart!

Xu Weiwei, standing behind them, noticed their interaction and unconsciously furrowed her brows.

Mommy?

This little brat is Song Shimu’s child?

Then he couldn’t be from some powerful official family after all?!

Xu Weiwei sneered coldly, her eyes filled with contempt as she walked away.

When school ended in the evening, after seeing off all the children in the class, the day’s filming was completed.

Qu Xiao approached, wearing a bright smile that warmed people’s hearts.

Teacher Song, thank you for all your help today. You’ve worked hard.

I actually didn’t help much. You did very well yourself.

Song Shimu’s praise was genuine. Perhaps because Qu Xiao was the team leader, he considered things quite comprehensively, took everyone’s opinions into account, and was very attentive.

He had performed excellently throughout the day and had bonded well with the children.

I’ll treat you to a meal another day to express my gratitude.

That won’t be necessary.

A steady, powerful voice sounded as Lu Zhijin walked over wearing a black T-shirt, his expression aloof and eyes devoid of emotion.

Young Master Lu.

As if declaring sovereignty, Lu Zhijin pulled Song Shimu into an embrace, meeting Qu Xiao’s gaze directly.

My wife is very kind and doesn’t expect anything in return. The best way you can thank her is to finish your filming quickly and avoid causing her trouble.

Song Shimu’s polite smile froze on her face while internally screaming: Lu Zhijin, you big vinegar jar, what nonsense are you spouting!

Qu Xiao smiled faintly, understanding everything perfectly, his eyes clear and perceptive.

Young Master Lu, rest assured. I’ll try my best not to trouble Mrs. Lu.

That would be best.

Lu Zhijin took Song Shimu’s hand and said softly, Let’s go.

Lu Yike tugged at his father’s pants, looking at Qu Xiao with reluctant expression, pouting as he raised his hand to say goodbye.

See you tomorrow, Brother Qu Xiao. Remember to think of me tonight.

Qu Xiao was slightly surprised to learn that Lu Yike was Lu Zhijin’s son, but he didn’t show it on his face, continuing to gaze tenderly at the little child.

See you tomorrow, Ke Ke. I’ll definitely miss you.

Once in the car, Lu Zhijin’s face was dark with anger, and he found Lu Yike particularly irritating.

Lu Yike, you just saw him last night! What’s there to miss? He’s busy with work—why would he miss you!

Lu Yike pouted defiantly, his short legs swinging restlessly.

How could anyone forget someone as adorable as me!

Stinky Dad, always getting jealous over anyone!

Song Shimu watched the father-son bickering with amusement, but seeing Lu Zhijin’s expression grow stormier, she quickly stepped in to soothe the petty man.

Alright, Ke Ke. Even though Brother Quxiao is handsome, who’s the most handsome man in the world?

Lu Yike sneakily glanced at Lu Zhijin’s expression before shouting loudly, It’s Dad! Dad is the handsomest man in the world, and the best dad too!

Then who do you love the most?

Dad! And Mom, and little sister, and Little Prince!

The two of them tag-teamed, coaxing the scowling Lu Zhijin until his mood cleared like sunshine after rain. Even his grip on the steering wheel relaxed.

Perched in his child seat, Lu Yike strained forward and declared earnestly, Dad, don’t worry. My accurate radar tells me Brother Quxiao isn’t a bad person.

Lu Yike’s little radar was indeed quite reliable—it always correctly assessed whether someone posed a threat.

I’m not worried about threats. I just don’t want any men alive around your mother, Lu Zhijin replied with complete seriousness.

……

What a living King of Hell indeed.

The next day, filming proceeded as usual.

During PE class, Xu Weiwei accidentally tripped the running Lu Yike. She walked away without looking back, her eyes utterly indifferent.

Fortunately, Lu Yike wasn’t hurt. He bravely picked himself up and muttered bad woman at Xu Weiwei’s retreating back.

At lunch, Xu Weiwei deliberately didn’t serve Lu Yike any food. When Song Shimu discovered this, Xu Weiwei lied outright, instead accusing Lu Yike of being the liar.

In the afternoon, while Lu Yike was roughhousing with another child, Xu Weiwei mistook it for a fight. She stormed over angrily, shoved Lu Yike aside, and hugged the other child protectively.

How dare you bully others!

Lu Yike fell hard, stunned by the push. Seeing Xu Weiwei’s accusatory glare, he pouted and yelled indignantly, What are you doing, you bad woman!

Teacher Xu, he wasn’t bullying me. We were just playing around, Zhao Bohan explained innocently, his clear eyes confused by this sudden justice defender.

Don’t be afraid. Teacher is here—he won’t dare bully you, Xu Weiwei said, carefully shielding the child she knew was the son of a state-owned enterprise manager.

Hearing the commotion, Song Shimu came over. Seeing Lu Yike on the ground, she immediately frowned, scooped Ke Ke into her arms, and glared displeased at Xu Weiwei.

Xu Weiwei, how could you bully a child!

Mom, she’s been targeting me all day! Lu Yike complained resentfully.

Who’s bullying him? It’s your son who was bullying this child!

Ke Ke and Bohan are good friends—why would they fight?

Ke Ke and I really were just playing, Zhao Bohan affirmed seriously.

What’s going on now?

The teacher responsible for mentoring Xu Weiwei approached the gathering crowd with a frown, her face full of irritation.

This young miss can’t do anything right—all she does is cause trouble. I’m so sick of this.

Teacher Liu, she’s slandering me!

Lu Yike pointed at Xu Weiwei while tattling, his dark eyes glaring at the other party.

Just as Teacher Liu was about to launch into lecture mode, Xu Weiwei turned and walked away, not forgetting to leave behind a how annoying as she departed.

When Teacher Liu and Song Shimu exchanged glances, they both saw helplessness in each other’s eyes.

Qu Xiao observed this scene from afar and, upholding the compassion of a kindred spirit, took a moment to approach Xu Weiwei.

Lu Yike is the child of Young Master Lu Zhijin.

Xu Weiwei’s paper-folding hands stilled as she stared in shock at the retreating back of the man who had delivered this statement before walking away.

What?

Lu Yike is the son of that prominent Young Master Lu from Haishi?!

Then Song Shimu is Young Master Lu’s wife?!

What have I done today?!