Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 48: Darling, I'm Drunk

Chapter 48: Darling, I’m Drunk

The decline of the Wang family had become inevitable. Everyone present understood implicitly that Young Master Lu cherished his wife deeply, and offending Song Shimu was unthinkable unless one wished to be ostracized from Haishi’s social circles.

The woman was consumed by terror. She never imagined her careless remark would bring such calamity upon her family. Panic-stricken and disoriented, she suddenly remembered the source of this turmoil and turned around desperately seeking help.

Hanzhi, please say something for me!

Zhang Hanzhi didn’t want to lose face in front of her social circle, nor could she bear seeing Song Shimu’s triumphant demeanor. Swaying in her fifteen-centimeter heels, clad in a dark sequined bodycon gown, she approached Lu Zhijin with affected intimacy, coquettishly pleading.

A Jin, Lily didn’t mean what she said. Besides, she was only stating facts. Why are you so upset?

Lu Zhijin lowered his eyelids, his dark pupils resembling bottomless ancient wells. His expression remained unreadable, yet the atmospheric pressure around him steadily intensified.

He raised his hand and, before everyone, firmly grasped her slender neck. His fingers tightened, making Zhang Hanzhi feel as if her neck would snap. Air became inaccessible, her face turning crimson as she gasped, eyes bulging in horror while clutching at his restraining hand.

A Jin—

Zhang Hanzhi, don’t think my father’s indulgence gives you license to repeatedly challenge my limits.

Lu Zhijin’s voice was icy. The spacious hall grew so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Zhang Hanzhi, overwhelmed by fear and oxygen deprivation, shed involuntary tears, hoarsely pleading, I’m sorry, A Jin, that wasn’t my intention.

Song Shimu gently squeezed Lu Zhijin’s hand beneath, signaling him not to go too far—they still had to consider Old Lu’s dignity.

With a swift motion, Lu Zhijin flung her to the ground. Security personnel immediately approached for instructions.

Remove those disrupting the atmosphere.

Yes!

Several staff escorted the two disheveled women out of the banquet hall. Lu Zhijin surveyed the silent crowd with detached coolness, his steady voice resonating throughout the space.

My apologies for disturbing everyone’s enjoyment, but I’ll say this only once.

Song Shimu is my sincerely pursued, properly wedded wife. Should anyone dare speak inappropriately again, don’t blame me for being impolite!

Young Master Lu and his wife are a perfect match—talent and beauty combined!

So Madame Lu is so accomplished? Anyang’s employment standards are exceptionally high—requiring doctoral degrees from prestigious universities, certifications in piano, violin, hosting, plus multiple SCI publications. Fewer than a hundred people nationwide meet these criteria.

The crowd immediately showered them with flattery, the more socially adept already raising glasses to toast Song Shimu.

This incident made Haishi’s elite fully comprehend that Lu Zhijin’s lavish wedding wasn’t merely about displaying wealth, but rather demonstrated his profound devotion to his wife. From that day forward, no one dared disrespect Song Shimu.

Lin Xun had been watching everything in the center of the banquet hall from the corner, his slightly upturned phoenix eyes narrowed as he gently swirled the glass in his hand. The red liquid shimmered under the dim lighting like a vampire’s sustenance. He raised the glass and poured the wine into his mouth, the mellow flavor spreading across his palate. Pressing his tongue against his cheek, he rose decisively and quietly exited the banquet hall.

Once outside, he dialed his subordinate and spoke with concise clarity.

Investigate the relationship between Zhang Hanzhi and the Lu family.

The banquet lasted quite long. As the head of the Lu family, Lu Zhijin had to socialize with guests throughout. By the latter half, even the ever-sober Young Master Lu felt physically heavy.

Song Shimu requested hangover soup from a server but couldn’t find Lu Zhijin upon returning to the banquet. A thought occurred to her, and she headed to the restroom where she indeed found Lu Zhijin standing there.

The banquet hall’s restroom was lavishly designed with bright lighting, faintly scented with jasmine aromatherapy. The washbasin countertop was brown veined marble, and the wall mirror was framed with small spotlights that illuminated Lu Zhijin’s handsome features.

Lu Zhijin stood with both hands braced against the sink, eyes closed and head bowed in rest, water droplets still glistening on his face. Song Shimu approached and gently stroked his back, her tone filled with concern.

A Jin, are you alright?

Lu Zhijin opened his eyes, the narrow orbs slightly bloodshot. He must have splashed water on his face to stay alert. Song Shimu raised her hands to tenderly dry his face, her soft palms feeling exceptionally comforting against his skin.

His alcohol-numbed nerves had grown sluggish yet more honest. Like a childish boy, he bent down to tightly embrace Song Shimu, murmuring coquettishly in her ear.

Wife, I’m drunk.

Then let’s go home and rest.

But I can’t walk.

Shall I carry you?

Song Shimu chuckled softly – this version of Lu Zhijin was utterly adorable.

No… just let me recharge for a while.

Recharge?

Lu Zhijin straightened up, his dark pupils deepening like vortices that could swallow one whole. A rogue smile played on his lips as he teased lightly.

Like this.

He lowered his head to capture her lips, gently kneading their softness before drawing them into his mouth to savor meticulously. His tongue entangled with hers in intimate dance, the sweet dessert fragrance merging with rich wine aromas as they exchanged breaths.

Lu Zhijin’s palm slid to her slender waist, pressing her firmly against him while uncontrollably caressing the skin beneath his hand. This waist was so delicate and pliant, utterly irresistible.

Song Shimu closed her eyes to receive his kiss, her slender arms instinctively climbing his shoulders. As the kiss made her legs weaken, Lu Zhijin lifted her with one arm and pinned her against the door, using his other hand to lock it.

Ambiguous wet sounds echoed in the quiet room, while beyond the wall, numerous guests continued their boisterous clinking of glasses.

Lost in their entanglement, they suddenly heard the door handle twist. Startled, Song Shimu pushed against Lu Zhijin, but he remained unmoved.

Huh? What’s going on? Why won’t the restroom door open?

The person forcefully jiggled the handle several times before leaving upon confirming it was truly locked.

Hearing the departing footsteps, Song Shimu relaxed, but Lu Zhijin continued sucking fervently at her mouth, his broad palm roaming her back until she was stirred with desire.

Song Shimu’s soft hands pressed against the man’s firm chest as she couldn’t help but whine and beg for mercy.

A—A Jin—

She couldn’t breathe!

Lu Zhijin gradually released the woman, gently sucking her tender lips while keeping them enveloped in his mouth. When he opened his passionate eyes, the intensity of his desire seemed almost devouring. His voice came out hoarse as he spoke.

Fully charged now. Let’s continue at home.

But there are still so many people outside!

Song Shimu’s lips were swollen and adorably puckered, looking utterly tempting. Lu Zhijin couldn’t resist leaning in to steal two more kisses.

It’s fine. Chen Sheng is here.

After handling the Wang family matter, Chen Sheng had returned. Everyone in Haishi knew that Chen Sheng was Young Master Lu’s man.

Lu Zhijin took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around the bashful woman, then bent down to sweep her up into his arms. He walked out openly and unashamed—this version of Song Shimu, with her amorous gaze and irresistible allure, was not for others to see.

Apologies, everyone. My wife isn’t feeling well, so I’ll take her home first.

After this brief explanation, ignoring the reactions of the crowd, Lu Zhijin carried Song Shimu out of the banquet hall, leaving the onlookers to stare at their affectionate retreating figures.

If you lived in ancient times, you’d be the kind of emperor who neglects court affairs for his consort.

Buried in his embrace, Song Shimu couldn’t resist teasing the unreasonable man.

What can I do? When faced with such a beauty, this emperor’s heart belongs entirely to you.