Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 121: Mu Mu Has an Accident

Chapter 121: Mu Mu Has an Accident

Lu Zhijin hadn’t slept at home for a full week. He had returned twice during this time to pick up some things, basically leaving right after.

He seemed to have lost some weight. Working overtime every day and keeping watch had made him somewhat haggard, with a layer of stubble appearing on his chin.

Over the weekend, Song Shimu thought of going to Xingye Temple to pray for Lu Zhijin’s safety.

The temple was quite crowded on weekends, with people coming and going. Many young people had come to pray for blessings.

Song Shimu wore a light shirt and loose beige casual pants, her hair pulled back with a shark clip.

The children at home were being looked after by Aunt Zhao, so she drove over by herself.

At the temple entrance, there were nearly a hundred steps made of bluestone. After climbing them, two stone lions as tall as a person stood on either side of the gate.

A couplet was carved on the redwood beside the door:

Great mercy and compassion, seeking sounds to relieve suffering everywhere; sometimes hidden, sometimes visible, always mindful to eliminate transgressions.

Song Shimu walked in. The spacious courtyard was filled with many visitors. Quite a few were inserting incense and praying to the Buddha, kneeling on prayer mats to seek blessings.

Following Ms. Su Yunrong’s advice, Song Shimu went into the main hall. On the right side, there was a small room with a curtain blocking the entrance, and a line had formed outside.

A staff member informed her that inside was a eminent monk who had come to give lectures. The number of items he could bless each day was limited, and today’s quota was already full.

Song Shimu took out the Buddhist beads given by Lu’s mother. The monk recognized them, clasped his hands together, and nodded slightly.

So you are a friend of Ms. Su. Please wait here. The eminent monk will notify you to enter after he finishes.

About half an incense stick’s time later, the young monk invited Song Shimu into the small room, saying that Master Hongyuan was already waiting inside.

Lifting the door curtain, the room inside wasn’t very large. Sandalwood was burning on a cabinet, and an eminent monk in monastic robes sat on a sandalwood couch. His face was kind and peaceful, making it hard to guess his age.

His eyes seemed to have seen everything in the world, filled with compassion and clarity, looking down upon everyone who entered.

Song Shimu bowed to him and sat opposite the master. Before she could speak, the master’s deep, ancient-like voice spoke first.

Benefactor, you are a blessed person. In this life, as long as you uphold your true heart and do more good deeds, you need not worry about the future.

Thank you, Master. But I came today to pray for my husband.

The master asked for Lu Zhijin’s birth date and time. His eyebrows relaxed, and he smiled faintly.

Your husband’s life has been relatively smooth and straightforward. He is a righteous man. Although there may be occasional minor setbacks, overall, they are insignificant. Life is never completely smooth sailing.

But my husband is a soldier. I’m quite worried about his safety. Song Shimu’s eyes were filled with concern.

Since the benefactor has dedicated his life to serving the country, the country will also protect him. This benefactor’s fate is strong; he can bear great fortune and honor.

Thank you, Master. May I request something for his safety?

Song Shimu was doing all this just for peace of mind, otherwise her heart would always be unsettled.

Master Hongyuan only blessed twenty bracelets each day. He took a purple night Buddhist beads bracelet from the cabinet and handed it to her.

Song Shimu received it with both hands, but Master Hongyuan suddenly frowned, carefully studying Song Shimu’s face. He made a sound of puzzlement, then took a jade pendant from a drawer and gave it to her.

Benefactor, your brow shows signs of gloom. It’s best not to go out in the coming days. You can wear this jade pendant with you at all times.

After thanking the master, Song Shimu thought she would give this bracelet to Lu Zhijin whenever he returned, so he could carry it in his pocket at all times.

When she stepped outside, the sun was blazing. Song Shimu shielded her eyes with her hand and slowly walked toward the parking lot.

The parking lot wasn’t very crowded. Song Shimu spotted her car and headed toward it when suddenly the jade pendant in her pocket fell out, hitting the bluestone pavement and splitting into two pieces.

Looking at the broken pendant, Song Shimu felt a pang of distress. Why had it broken right after she’d just obtained it? She picked up the pieces, wondering if she should go back and ask Master Hongyuan for another one.

But seeing that it was getting late, and knowing that Lu Yike and the others were waiting at home, she tucked the broken pendant back into her pocket and continued toward her car.

As she passed by a van, its door suddenly swung open. A dark, powerful arm grabbed Song Shimu while another hand pressed a handkerchief over her nose and mouth.

Song Shimu was startled, never expecting such a thing to happen at a temple.

She struggled violently, but the drug on the handkerchief was fast-acting. Within mere seconds, she lost consciousness, her body slumping as her captor dragged her into the vehicle.

The inconspicuous van drove out of the parking lot without attracting anyone’s attention.

The man in the passenger seat wasn’t particularly tall, with a large scar running from his brow down his nose to the cheekbone on the other side of his face—ferocious and terrifying.

His medium-length hair was tied back, his teeth were blackened and yellow, and his eyes gleamed with greed.

Damn it, we’ve been staking out for days and finally caught her!

Wan Ye, what do we do next?

The dark, stout man who had captured her sat in the back seat, eyeing the unconscious Song Shimu and swallowing hard.

That Lu Zhijin destroyed our base, forced us into hiding—I have to get revenge!

Wu Yongwan gritted his teeth, his eyes fierce and filled with undiluted rage and hatred.

His money-making tools had been ruined, his lair destroyed, and he was forced to live like a rat in a dark, windowless basement.

All of this was thanks to Lu Zhijin!

He was once the feared Wan Er Ye—how could he swallow this insult?

Learning that Lu Zhijin had returned to Haishi, they immediately smuggled themselves over.

They’d heard that the cold, ruthless Lu Zhijin was also a devoted husband. Well, then I’ll crush the person you love most right before your eyes, to repay this irreconcilable enmity!

Wu Yongwan glared viciously at Song Shimu, a horrifying, twisted smile creeping across his lips like a deranged maniac.

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Why hasn’t Madam returned yet?

Aunt Zhao had finished preparing the meal and checked the time. Even if Song Shimu had gone to the temple to copy the Great Compassion Mantra, she should have been back by now.

She tried calling but no one answered. Frowning involuntarily, Aunt Zhao paced anxiously around the living room.

Lu Yike sat on the sofa. After preparing Chen Chen’s milk, he also tried calling his mother using his little watch.

After several attempts with no answer, his eyes filled with worry, and even his curly hair seemed to droop.

Maybe she’s having such a good conversation with the master that she’s forgotten about us for now.

Aunt Zhao comforted Lu Yike, Ke Ke, you should eat first.

Aunt Zhao usually got off work at six in the evening, but because Song Shimu hadn’t returned, she was worried about leaving the two children home alone and decided to stay.

By eight o’clock, Song Shimu still hadn’t come back. Her phone went unanswered, and later, it showed as powered off entirely.

Aunt Zhao’s heart was pounding wildly, her mind filled with intense worry.

Lu Yike, as if his little radar had kicked in, kept clinging fearfully to Aunt Zhao, his eyes glistening with tears.

This won’t do, I need to call Mr. Lu.

Unable to set her mind at ease, Aunt Zhao picked up her phone and called Lu Zhijin.

The first call went unanswered, but he picked up on the second attempt. It seemed he had stepped out of a meeting room, as there was some background noise.

What’s wrong, Aunt Zhao?

His deep, steady voice instantly made her feel anchored. Aunt Zhao quickly explained the situation.

Sir, Madam went to the temple to pray for blessings this afternoon and hasn’t returned since. Her phone is switched off, and I’m worried something might have happened to her.

Lu Zhijin’s heart tightened. He unconsciously gripped his phone tighter, his furrowed brow deepening.

When did this happen?

Madam left at one o’clock this afternoon for Xingye Temple.

Aunt Zhao, please stay at our place tonight and keep an eye on the child for me. If Mu Mu returns, give me a call. I’ll try contacting some other people on my end.

Of course, Sir, don’t worry.

Lu Zhijin quickly made arrangements and immediately called Song Shimu’s friends, a sudden sense of foreboding rising in his heart.