Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 126: I'm Waiting for You

Chapter 126: I’m Waiting for You

Mom… sob…

Song Shimu’s body felt heavy, and someone kept calling her from afar. The voice was indistinct, as if coming from a distance, yet the next moment it seemed right beside her.

Song Shimu felt extremely exhausted. She didn’t really want to wake up, preferring to sleep like this forever—that way she wouldn’t have to face the reality she feared.

But the persistent calls in her ear made her uneasy. In the real world, there were responsibilities she couldn’t abandon.

Song Shimu slowly opened her eyes to a world of white.

White ceiling, white walls, white bed—it felt as if she had arrived in heaven.

Suddenly, a little curly head appeared above her, the child’s tender face flushed red from crying, his grape-like eyes filled with worry.

Mom, you’re awake! You scared me… sob…

Lu Yike threw himself into Song Shimu’s arms in fright, his small body trembling with uncontrollable sobs, his voice particularly heartbreaking.

When Lu’s father and mother saw Song Shimu wake up, they quickly stood up to check on her and pressed the call button by the bed.

Song Shimu looked around blankly—Dad, Mom, Ke Ke—but the person she most wanted to see wasn’t there. She looked at Lu’s mother with hopeful eyes, her voice hoarse from not speaking for a long time.

Mom, where’s A Jin?

Lu’s mother’s expression froze. She lowered her eyelids to hide her emotions, hesitating to speak, afraid that saying too much would overwhelm Song Shimu’s still weak body.

Lu’s father leaned on his cane, his stern face looking much older, his sharp eyes holding back tears. He let out a heavy sigh at her question.

Seeing her parents’ expressions, Song Shimu already knew the answer. Her heart sank, her face went blank, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

A Jin will definitely come back, right?

He had promised to bring her home, promised to love her for a lifetime. A Jin always kept his promises—how could he break this one?

He must be looking for her too, just still on his way. It had to be like this.

Lu’s mother hugged Song Shimu with heartache, her heart aching, tears flowing uncontrollably. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes had deepened over the past few days.

She too was worried about Lu Zhijin, unable to believe what had happened. How could her strong, outstanding son be in trouble?

A Jin will definitely come back, so you need to recover your health. Otherwise, A Jin would be sad.

Lu’s mother comforted Song Shimu. This family couldn’t fall apart—she had to take care of her son’s beloved woman for him.

After just two days in the hospital, Song Shimu insisted on being discharged. Her body was actually fine—just overworked and neurasthenic—needing only proper rest.

Returning home to the empty, quiet house, Song Shimu stared blankly. The place suddenly felt like it was missing so much. Her thoughts seemed to have stopped functioning; she didn’t know what to do next.

Sensible Lu Yike took Song Shimu’s hand, his little face obedient as he looked up to comfort her. Mom, let’s go to the room and sleep.

Song Shimu nodded numbly. But looking at the familiar room, the familiar large bed that still carried Lu Zhijin’s scent, her heart ached. Instantly, the corners of her eyes reddened, and she turned away to cry silently.

Biting his lip, Lu Yike remembered his promise to his father—to strive to be the little man of the house—and gently coaxed his mother to sleep.

Song Shimu held him in her arms, her voice gentle yet restrained. Ke Ke, be good. Daddy will definitely come back. Let’s wait for him together.

Lu’s father and mother were initially worried about Song Shimu returning home alone and wanted her to stay at the old residence, but she insisted on going back.

She said that if A Jin returned, he shouldn’t find an empty house.

The police were still searching continuously. Lu Zhijin’s disappearance was no small matter, and Lu’s father had personally appealed to the authorities. Given the request from a national figure of such stature, the central government took it very seriously.

But the vast, boundless sea made searching for one person incredibly difficult. They hadn’t found him even during the optimal rescue window, making the chances of locating him later even slimmer.

Song Shimu took leave from the kindergarten. She woke up early every day to make breakfast for Lu Yike and learned how to prepare formula and change diapers for Chen Chen.

She became remarkably strong on her own, acting as if nothing was wrong, but the light had vanished from her beautiful eyes, leaving them dull and gray all day long. She would often pause abruptly, forgetting what she was supposed to do next.

Every midnight, Song Shimu would wake up crying. Gazing at the dim room, the cold moonlight streaming into the empty bedroom, a slow, aching pain would gradually spread throughout her body. Unable to bear it, she would cover her face and weep.

Each deep night made her acutely aware that Lu Zhijin was no longer by her side—whether temporarily or forever, she didn’t know.

Lu Yike pretended to know nothing, silently holding his mother tighter while praying in his heart that his father would be safe.

During the day, Song Shimu would drive to that stretch of sea, standing silently on the shore, gazing out at the coastline, hoping to see that man appear. But the scene she longed for never materialized.

She would stand there all day, letting the sea wind tousle her hair. No one would gently smooth it back into place; no one would hold her from behind, shielding her from the wind.

Song Shimu’s pale face was devoid of color, her eyes lifeless. Despite the inner turmoil and anxiety, she persisted in her stubborn wait.

Several times, the police tried to suggest that there might be no hope left, asking if she wanted to give up and issue a death notice. Only then would Song Shimu’s calm eyes grow agitated, and she would retort vehemently:

A Jin will be fine! He just hasn’t found his way home yet…

But it seemed everyone else had accepted that Lu Zhijin would never return.

That gunshot seemed to have struck everyone’s hearts, telling them to stop waiting. How could anyone survive a bullet to the chest?

In the evening, as Song Shimu drove back, she passed a small park in front of the villa area and suddenly stopped. Staring blankly at the blooming roses, she lost herself in thought.

She instinctively got out of the car and walked over. The smoky pink roses bloomed vibrantly among the lush green leaves, as if pouring out their passion recklessly.

Their lives shone so brilliantly, forming a stark contrast with Song Shimu at that moment.

Song Shimu remembered coming here for a walk with Lu Zhijin before. He had looked at those roses and suddenly smiled softly. Curious, she had asked him what he was laughing about.

Lu Zhijin mysteriously leaned close to her ear, his voice low and seductive:

My Mu Mu in bed is just like these roses—enchanting and beautiful.

Back then, Song Shimu had playfully scolded him for being improper. But now, even such a simple hope felt impossible to fulfill.

Song Shimu didn’t even realize that while recalling these scenes, the corners of her mouth had unconsciously curved upward, her eyes filled with profound tenderness.

She shook her head. It was getting late—Ke Ke and Chen Chen were still waiting for her. As the only adult at home now, she needed to take good care of the children and not let Lu Zhijin worry.

Mu Mu…

Song Shimu thought she must be going mad, missing Lu Zhijin so much that she was hearing things.

Mu Mu!

No, this wasn’t an auditory hallucination—it was a real voice!!!