Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 118: How Could You Be So Ungrateful

Chapter 118: How Could You Be So Ungrateful

Song Shimu felt that Xu Weiwei had been acting strangely these past few days. She actually took the initiative to strike up conversations with her, no longer carrying that haughty attitude. Her smile was so warm it was almost like she wanted to kiss her on the cheek.

She also frequently helped Lu Yike, acting like a caring nanny.

Oh dear, Ke Ke darling, do you want some milk? Let sister help you put the straw in, be careful not to poke your hand.

Ke Ke, let sister get you more food for lunch. You need to eat more at noon!

Ke Ke, do you want sister to sing you to sleep?

Ke Ke…

Lu Yike furrowed his little brows, wearing an expression of irritation and helplessness as he looked at the suddenly attentive Xu Weiwei.

Stop clinging to me all the time, chattering like Tang Seng! It’s so annoying!

After saying this, he rolled over forcefully onto the bed, pulling the small blanket over his head, not wanting to see the hypocritical bad woman.

Xu Weiwei’s smile froze on her face. Awkwardly turning around, she spotted Song Shimu leaning against the doorframe and immediately switched to a gentle, caring expression.

Shimu, you can go rest. I’ll watch over things here.

Song Shimu subtly knitted her delicate brows, studying the woman who had changed her expression so quickly. Not wanting to exchange too many words with her, she turned and left.

A week passed quickly. On the final day, each class, led by their guest teachers, performed a small program as a closing presentation.

The bright auditorium was filled with children and invited parents. Due to the rushed schedule, the preparations for the performances were quite hasty, mostly consisting of content they had learned before.

Bai Jing, as a regular variety show guest known for her quick wit and high emotional intelligence, hosted the small evening event.

Qu Xiao wore a white shirt and jeans, looking youthful and sunny. Song Shimu was dressed in a shirt-style long dress, her curly hair cascading down her back, her expression gentle.

The children from their class stood obediently on the stage. As the music started, Qu Xiao and Song Shimu sat side by side at the piano, playing a duet with four hands. Melodious music filled the air.

The two high-value teachers captured everyone’s attention. The director, sitting backstage, instructed the cameraman to capture more footage of the two together.

The entire performance lasted a little over an hour. After it ended, the children clung to their teachers reluctantly, tears welling in their eyes. The guests also couldn’t help but get misty-eyed.

Only Xu Weiwei stood alone—not a single child from her class was with her. Instead, her students were happily celebrating with Teacher Liu.

Xu Weiwei’s face darkened as she gritted her teeth, watching the irritating scene with eyes full of resentment and jealousy.

In the evening, the program team invited the assisting teachers and leaders to dinner.

As the dinner atmosphere reached its peak, everyone gradually loosened up, gathering in small groups, clinking glasses and toasting to the future.

Seeing that everyone was getting tipsy and excited, Xu Weiwei raised her glass and sidled up to Song Shimu, pretending to be intimate as she leaned against her.

Shimu, the greatest reward for me in joining this program was getting to know you. Thinking about having to part ways tonight, I’m really so sad!

Xu Weiwei’s eyes were filled with deep reluctance, her lips pouting, her face full of the sorrow of separation.

I’m going to miss you so much. Let’s exchange WeChat contacts. When I return to Haishi and have free time, I’ll come find you to hang out.

That won’t be necessary. You’re quite busy with work.

Song Shimu politely declined, her eyes showing little emotion. She couldn’t understand what there was to miss—they hadn’t even worked together for very long.

It’s fine, you don’t need to consider me. For people like us working in the entertainment industry, it’s not easy to find friends. I genuinely like you.

Heh… No need to like me that much.

Song Shimu turned her head away, pretending to talk to someone else, leaving only the back of her head visible.

Xu Weiwei gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes with stubborn defiance hidden within, not a trace of sincerity in her expression.

She walked over and pushed aside the person next to Song Shimu, monopolizing her space alone, determined to build a good relationship with her while putting on a tearful expression.

Shimu, I really appreciate your help these past few days. You’ve given me such beautiful memories.

Teacher Liu, who was partnered with Xu Weiwei, stood nearby with a livid face, his eyes filled with speechless disdain, but she continued unabated.

Shimu, just tell me which celebrity you like in the future. I’ll get you their autographed photo and invite you both to dinner when there’s a chance.

No need, thank you.

Song Shimu’s temples throbbed with suppressed irritation, wondering what exactly Xu Weiwei wanted from her to be so persistent.

Seeing her constant rejections, Xu Weiwei’s expression turned unpleasant. She twisted her body to sit on a chair, crossing her arms with a chilly gaze.

After all, she was a rising star among the new generation. How dare Song Shimu act so ungrateful when she had humbled herself to this extent!

I’ve helped you quite a bit these past two days. By rights, you should repay me with a favor.

?

Song Shimu wore a bewildered expression, her face clearly saying Are you okay, sis? What help had she provided? Wasn’t she the one constantly causing trouble?

I only got the supporting female role in a new drama. Have your husband put in a word for me to get the lead female role, and we’ll call it even for these past two days.

What joke is Miss Xu making? The troubles you’ve caused these days are plenty, but where’s the help you speak of? And why should I have any obligation to help you?

Song Shimu raised an eyebrow, her eyes teasing, her coldly elegant face exuding an air of noble arrogance.

How can you be so ungrateful?! These past few days I’ve brought you meals, helped put the children to sleep, and chatted with you when you were bored. Have you forgotten all that?!

Xu Weiwei grew agitated, her eyes sharp with criticism, her words full of accusations against Song Shimu. Her commotion attracted many people’s attention.

Weren’t those your assigned tasks for the variety show recording? How did they become helping me? Besides, do you have no sense of awareness, Miss Xu? Can’t you tell I don’t want to talk to you? Why do you keep bothering me?

Song Shimu’s expression remained cold as she glanced at the embarrassed Xu Weiwei, her words ringing with authority.

Humiliated before everyone, Xu Weiwei turned pale with rage, pointing at Song Shimu and shouting.

You… how dare you…

What about my wife?

A deep, dangerous voice suddenly interrupted. Lu Zhijin appeared at the private room entrance holding a coat, his eyes carrying threads of cold intensity.

Young Master Lu?!

Everyone in the private room stood up in surprise. Lu Zhijin lowered his gaze, staring at the ungrateful woman.

Go on. What about my wife?

The man’s imposing aura was overwhelming. Xu Weiwei unconsciously swallowed, her eyes fearful, heart pounding nervously.

The sudden silence in the private room plunged the atmosphere to freezing point. Everyone exchanged glances, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Lu Zhijin only needed to stand there, and no one dared to make any sudden moves.

Xu Weiwei nervously bit her lip, never imagining that the rumored Young Master Lu could truly be this intimidating. Just standing before him made her almost too terrified to breathe.

No, Mrs. Lu has been very kind. She has helped me a great deal these past few days.

Since she helped you, be sensible and stop hovering around my wife.

Lu Zhijin’s unhurried voice was like a blade, slowly tormenting others’ nerves. Xu Weiwei, frightened, quickly nodded in agreement.

A Jin, what brings you here?

Song Shimu was surprised by the man’s arrival, noticing a small damp patch on his shoulder.

Lu Zhijin’s expression instantly softened, astonishing everyone with how quickly his demeanor changed.

It started raining outside. I was afraid you might catch a chill.

Truly, this was the Young Master Lu who cherished his wife as his own life!

My apologies, everyone. I’ll be taking my wife ahead. The bill has already been settled.

Lu Zhijin addressed the still bewildered crowd, then took Song Shimu’s hand as their two tall, elegant figures turned and left with effortless grace.