Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 42: Hubby's Rich, Spend Freely

Chapter 42: Hubby’s Rich, Spend Freely

There’s really no need to go. I have enough clothes to wear.

Song Shimu sat in the car, biting her lip timidly as she gazed at Lu Zhijin’s stern face. The man had been in a foul mood ever since seeing the bedroom messed up by Zhang Hanzhi, as if he might commit murder at any moment. If not for Song Shimu’s intervention, she felt Lu Zhijin would have wanted to replace the entire house.

When she saw the clothes that had been touched and discarded by Zhang Hanzhi, Song Shimu had instinctively expressed regret. Immediately, Lu Zhijin dragged her to the mall, insisting on buying her new ones.

No, the walk-in closet must be filled with your clothes.

Lu Zhijin maintained his cold expression while taking Song Shimu’s hand and placing it on his thigh, stroking it gently. The woman’s cool, delicate hand eased the irritation in his heart.

No! Dad’s woman can’t lose! Mom needs to shine brightly!

Lu Yike sat in the back seat, holding the golden retriever puppy in his arms while swinging his little legs indignantly. He had witnessed Zhang Hanzhi taking the clothes, but being unable to stop her, he could only watch angrily as the woman caused trouble. Later, he took out his toy pistol and pretended to shoot the bad woman repeatedly.

At 8 PM, the mall remained brightly lit, its luminous glow illuminating the bustling street. Massive logos of luxury brands hung outside the buildings, while impeccably dressed sales assistants flashed perfect smiles.

The store manager was doing her final rounds before closing when she suddenly spotted Young Master Lu arriving with his wife, accompanied by a little boy leading a half-grown golden retriever. She immediately signaled her subordinate to prepare tea and snacks while personally greeting them.

Young Master Lu, welcome! How may I assist you today?

Bring out all your latest collections.

Lu Zhijin issued the command coldly, but when he turned to Song Shimu, his expression softened noticeably. His gaze turned tender, and his voice became much warmer.

Go see if there’s anything you like. We’ll buy it directly.

Song Shimu experienced the feeling of hubby’s rich, spend freely firsthand. The staff enthusiastically presented all their latest designs, patiently helping her browse while offering constant compliments.

After trying on just two outfits, Song Shimu felt tired and sat beside Lu Zhijin, whispering coquettishly.

Let’s just buy these two. Thank you, hubby.

The woman nestled against Lu Zhijin like a little bird, playfully blinking her large eyes. Her thick, curled eyelashes fluttered with each blink, tugging at Lu Zhijin’s heartstrings.

He raised his hand to pinch Song Shimu’s collagen-rich cheek, his eyes teasing and tone lifting playfully.

Since you called me hubby, of course you deserve a reward.

Lu Zhijin slightly lifted his chin, casually scanning the store before addressing the manager.

Pack up all the new arrivals.

!

Song Shimu’s eyes widened, and she immediately grabbed Lu Zhijin’s hand to stop him.

Why buy so many? I can’t possibly wear them all!

Keep them for your viewing pleasure then. Anyway, my wife shouldn’t be without these things.

Young Master Lu truly dotes on his wife.

The manager couldn’t conceal her delighted smile, beaming as she efficiently directed other staff to package the items. Young Master Lu’s single purchase equaled half a month’s sales target!

Excuse me, Young Master Lu, may I ask the madam’s measurements?

Bust 36C, waist 58, hips 92. Lu Zhijin recited fluently from memory.

After everything was packaged, staff members delivered the items to the parking lot. Lu Zhijin continued taking Song Shimu shopping.

No need to buy more, why spend so much money!

Song Shimu pouted slightly, her eyes filled with heartache over the expense. Even if they had money, it shouldn’t be spent so recklessly!

I earn money precisely for my wife to spend. Besides, you suffered grievances today—it’s only right for your husband to compensate you.

I didn’t feel wronged at all.

But my heart aches for you.

Lu Zhijin stopped and gazed intently at Song Shimu. His narrow eyes reflected her delicate features, his gaze profound and expression earnest. He couldn’t bear to see Song Shimu suffer any injustice, not even the slightest bit.

Zhang Hanzhi’s appearance was due to their family’s history—Song Shimu should never have had to encounter her. That’s why Lu Zhijin felt such heartache and concern.

The two proceeded to a jewelry store next. Lu Yike, with his short little legs, grew tired of walking and was led by staff to the play area.

Good day, Young Master Lu. How may I assist you? The staff greeted them with undiminished enthusiasm.

Help my wife pick something that will make her happy.

Song Shimu browsed the various accessories displayed in the glass counters, all gleaming brilliantly under the LED spotlights, radiant and dazzling with brilliant sparkle.

She selected a pair of simple, understated earrings that she could also wear to work.

Let me help you put them on.

Lu Zhijin reached out to take the earrings, his gaze affectionate and fingers nimble. As the earrings passed through Song Shimu’s petite earlobes, he studied her carefully. His usually icy eyes now seemed to hold spring waters, tender beyond measure.

Beautiful—they complement your face shape perfectly.

Lu Zhijin paid without hesitation. Everything looked lovely on his wife—he’d buy every single piece!

I need to take a call. Keep browsing for now. Lu Zhijin leaned close to Song Shimu’s ear and whispered softly.

Alright.

Song Shimu glanced around and noticed that besides women’s accessories, the store also carried items for men. She wanted to buy a gift for Lu Zhijin—ever since they got together, he had been the one giving constantly.

Could I take a look at this one, please?

I’d like to try this on.

Two fingers simultaneously pointed to a pair of dark blue gemstone cufflinks in the display case—one slender and fair, the other long and distinct.

Song Shimu looked up and unexpectedly met a pair of slightly upturned phoenix eyes. The man raised an eyebrow, a smile in his eyes as he curled his lips faintly. His appearance was exceptional, yet he carried an air of roguish charm.

The staff carefully retrieved the cufflinks, explaining with an awkward expression.

My apologies to both of you. These sapphire cufflinks are quite rare due to limited production, so each store carries only one pair.The dark blue gemstones had a rich, full hue, emanating a mysterious glow. At first glance, Song Shimu felt they perfectly suited Lu Zhijin’s temperament.

I’ll take them. Please wrap them up.

Ah, miss, I’ve also taken a liking to these cufflinks. The man arched his eyebrow, watching Song Shimu with ambiguous interest.

I’m sorry, but I really like this pair. Perhaps you could look at others? I’ll cover the cost of whichever you choose.

Money isn’t the issue, but finding something you genuinely adore is truly rare. The man showed no intention of backing down.

Song Shimu turned to the staff and asked if other stores might have them in stock. The sales associate went to check and returned shortly, apologetically explaining that this was the only pair currently available in Haishi.

Sorry, sir. Could you let me have them? I’d like to give them as a gift.

Song Shimu gazed apologetically at the man, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her shimmering eyes shifting with a pitiful charm.

The man suddenly seemed in high spirits, his lips curling into a roguish smile as he spoke in a frivolous tone.

Not entirely impossible, but I do genuinely fancy these cufflinks. If the person you’re gifting them to doesn’t appreciate them, could you resell them to me?

Lu Zhijin would undoubtedly like them, yet since the man had already conceded, Song Shimu had no choice but to agree with a soft Alright. They exchanged contact information, and after settling the payment, Song Shimu left the store to find Lu Zhijin.

The man narrowed his eyes, his gaze trailing Song Shimu’s slender figure with amusement before casually asking the staff beside him,

Who is that woman?

Replying to Young Master Lin, that is Mrs. Lu.

Mrs. Lu? She’s married? Lin Xun frowned, staring at the staff in disbelief.

Yes, she is Lu Zhijin’s wife—Madam of Young Master Lu.

Lin Xun stroked his chin, his expression inscrutable, pressing his tongue against his cheek as he murmured cryptically,

Lu Zhijin…