Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 41: She Wore My Silk Pajamas

Chapter 41: She Wore My Silk Pajamas

With kindergarten starting recently, Song Shimu, as a teacher, had gone to school a week early to prepare. Lu Yike stayed home under Aunt Zhao’s care.

While working, Song Shimu suddenly received a call from the property management.

Hello, Mrs. Lu. There’s a woman here claiming to be Mr. Lu’s sister, insisting on entering your home.

Sister?

Yes, she said… Before the sentence was finished, the phone was snatched away, and a bright female voice came through the receiver.

Hello? Shimu, it’s Hanzhi. I brought you some things, but this damn guard won’t let me in. Hurry up and tell them to let me through.

Song Shimu felt a headache coming on but still spoke politely, What things? Just leave them with the property management. There’s no one home.

What kind of attitude is that! What if such valuable items get lost? If there’s no one home, I’ll just wait inside until you return.

Zhang Hanzhi was adamant, persistently causing a scene over the phone with remarks like, I’m A Jin’s sister, is this how you treat me? Auntie asked me to come, how will you explain this to her! or I’ve been standing out here for two hours, Song Shimu, have you no heart!

Already overwhelmed with work and now dealing with this nuisance, Song Shimu’s soft heart finally gave in. Her slender fingers massaged her temples as she said lifelessly,

Fine, fine, just go in.

Having gotten her way, Zhang Hanzhi shot the property manager a glare and said arrogantly, See! I’m also part of the Lu family. From now on, keep your eyes open and let me through when you see me!

In the afternoon, Lu Zhijin picked Song Shimu up from work. When they returned, Aunt Zhao wore an expression full of embarrassment and difficulty.

What’s wrong?

Aunt Zhao pointed to the living room sofa where Zhang Hanzhi was sprawled out casually, wearing Song Shimu’s silk slip nightgown. Her well-proportioned, slender legs were exposed, resting on the leather sofa armrest, with red-painted toes lightly curled upward.

Meanwhile, Lu Yike stood across from her on the other side of the coffee table, holding a toy gun with a stern little face, shooting at Zhang Hanzhi. Every toy bullet hit its target without fail.

Lu Yike! Are you never going to stop?!

Lu Zhijin’s eyes turned icy cold at the scene. With a dark expression, he strode forward, mercilessly yanking Zhang Hanzhi up from the sofa and dragging her toward the door. His grip was so strong and his pace so quick that Zhang Hanzhi nearly stumbled and fell, struggling to keep up.

What are you doing!

Lu Zhijin’s face was cold as ice, his eyes filled with disgust and warning as he flung her harshly outside. Caught off guard, Zhang Hanzhi fell to the ground.

Who told you to come here?!

Rubbing her scraped palms, Zhang Hanzhi looked at Lu Zhijin with a pitiful expression, glaring coquettishly.

A Jin, what are you doing! Your wife let me in. I came to bring Ke Ke a birthday gift. How could you treat me like this!

Lu Yike came running out and threw the gift—which he hadn’t even glanced at—that was left on the coffee table right in front of Zhang Hanzhi, showing solidarity.

I don’t want your gift!

Mu Mu was softhearted to let you in, but don’t let me see you here again! Aunt Zhao, call the property management!

A Jin, technically, I’m your sister. Do your uncle and aunt know you’re treating me like this? How can you face my deceased father!

Stop trying to curry favor, and don’t use your father to guilt-trip me. Our family has already shown you more than enough kindness!

Lu Zhijin looked down condescendingly at Zhang Hanzhi, who was sitting on the floor crying pitifully. The golden afternoon sunlight shone upon her, making her beige silk nightgown shimmer with a golden glow—the very nightgown Song Shimu loved most.

Lu Zhijin kept his gaze proper, adhering to the principle of not looking at what shouldn’t be seen, but his brows were deeply furrowed, his eyes filled with unconcealed anger. The atmosphere turned icy, frightening Zhang Hanzhi so much she didn’t dare look at him.

Zhang Hanzhi, who gave you permission to rummage through other people’s belongings?

Lu Zhijin spoke through gritted teeth, his voice cold and menacing. His slow, deliberate tone was like that of an executioner tormenting his victim before delivering the final blow.

Just then, the property manager arrived with several security guards. Startled by the scene, the manager forced himself to remain calm and bowed respectfully before Lu Zhijin.

Young Master Lu, how may I assist you?

How did this person get in? What kind of operation are you running here?

Having frequently led subordinates in various special operations, Lu Zhijin possessed an innate authoritative presence. The oppressive aura made it impossible for the property manager to lift his head, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

My apologies, Young Master Lu! This will never happen again!

Make sure this person never enters this community again, or your company can forget about operating in Haishi.

Though his tone remained steady and emotionless, the property manager felt the underlying threat. He quickly signaled to the people behind him, directing the security guards to escort Zhang Hanzhi out.

Young Master Lu, rest assured, this person will not appear in the community again.

A Jin! What are you doing? Let me go! You bastards! Do you know who I am?

Zhang Hanzhi struggled fiercely, her face contorted with rage. However, the community’s security guards—trained professionals, all retired soldiers—firmly gripped her arms, making it impossible for her to break free.

Aunt Zhao perceptively tossed out Zhang Hanzhi’s own clothes. As peace returned to the community, Lu Zhijin hurried back to comfort his wife.

On their way home earlier, Song Shimu had already explained the situation with Zhang Hanzhi. He had patted her hand reassuringly, promising to handle it upon their return. But even Lu Zhijin hadn’t expected Zhang Hanzhi to brazenly wear Song Shimu’s clothes and lounge in their home as if she were the mistress—her intentions all too clear.

Song Shimu had remained standing in the center of the living room, silently watching the entire farce. Having learned of Zhang Hanzhi’s identity the previous night, she knew the Lu family had been tolerating her endlessly due to past connections. Master Lu valued loyalty and relationships, and Song Shimu didn’t want to be petty, but this woman was truly exasperating.

Lu Zhijin approached, gently cupping Song Shimu’s cheek. The coldness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by careful tenderness as he comforted his beloved.

Mu Mu, don’t be angry. I won’t let her appear before you again.

Song Shimu shook her head, reassuring him, I’m not angry, just feeling a bit helpless.

Lu Zhijin kissed her forehead, his voice soft. It’s alright, I’ll handle it properly.

Mommy, don’t be angry! I’ll defeat her!

Lu Yike stood guard beside Song Shimu like a brave little soldier, holding his toy machine gun. The sight immediately made her laugh.

Ke Ke is so amazing! Mommy will reward you with a kiss. Song Shimu crouched down, and Lu Yike happily let his mother kiss his cheek.

You’ve been such a good boy these past two days, such a little man now. Lu Zhijin ruffled his curly hair, making Lu Yike swell with pride.

When the two went upstairs to change clothes and saw the scene in the bedroom, they gasped sharply. Lu Zhijin’s face turned cold again.

The neatly made bed was torn apart, covered in wrinkles—clearly someone had been lying on it. The walk-in closet was ransacked, clothes and shoes scattered everywhere, and Song Shimu’s bag was no longer in its original place.

Aunt Zhao anxiously explained, I’m sorry, Mr. Lu. Miss Zhang forced her way in, and I couldn’t stop her.

Lu Zhijin, well aware of Zhang Hanzhi’s unreasonable and troublesome nature, glared coldly and spoke through gritted teeth.

Throw away everything Zhang Hanzhi has touched, including the bed and sofa. Have a new set delivered immediately!

His subordinates worked quickly, delivering new furniture in less than an hour. Aunt Zhao had also tidied up the walk-in closet. Song Shimu looked at the discarded clothes, shoes, and bags—some of which she had barely used, some even still sealed—her eyes filled with heartache.

I really liked those.