Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 55: Young Master Lu’s Scandal Leads to Couch-Sleeping

Chapter 55: Young Master Lu’s Scandal Leads to Couch-Sleeping

[Shocking! Suspected Marriage Crisis for Young Master Lu, Secret Rendezvous with a Beauty Late at Night?Song Shimu lay leisurely on the bed, scrolling through the news updates on her tablet. She slightly furrowed her willow-leaf-like brows, but her heart remained utterly unperturbed—she even felt a little amused.

With slender fingers, she tapped open the headline. The news had only been published for five minutes, yet it already had tens of thousands of views and comments. It turned out that paparazzi who had been staking out a celebrity had stumbled upon this bombshell story instead.

The report featured an animated clip made from a video, allowing netizens to examine it closely. However, since it was shot late at night and from a distance, the footage wasn’t very clear.

Song Shimu clicked on it with an expressionless face and calm eyes.

Late at night.

Lu Zhijin and a young woman emerged from a restaurant together. The woman was dressed in form-fitting clothes and a miniskirt. Suddenly, she approached Lu Zhijin. Just as she was about to get close, whether she stumbled or Lu Zhijin did it on purpose, the two ended up performing what looked like a romantic waltz?

The woman leaned backward as if about to fall, and Lu Zhijin swiftly turned, seemingly catching her by the waist. The woman’s hand naturally rested on his shoulder. From that angle, it strongly resembled a complicated kiss.

The video wasn’t very clear, but the move looked straight out of an idol drama—the two of them like the male and female leads under a spotlight. Afterward, they stood talking for a while before leaving together.

“Did Daddy cheat?!”

Lu Yike widened his pitch-black eyes, pressing his head against Song Shimu. His curly locks tickled her face, and his chubby little legs rested on Lu Zhijin’s pillow. Seeing the news, he couldn’t help but kick the pillow a few times.

Song Shimu couldn’t resist rewatching the video a few more times. The scene depicted seemed to show the two having a secret rendezvous, reluctant to part after dinner, their behavior intimate.

Of course, she trusted Lu Zhijin, but what had actually happened? Who was this woman?

Netizens were impressively quick when it came to gossip. Meticulous ones had traced the scandal’s female lead through clues—it turned out to be the popular starlet Qiu Wanwan.

Earlier this year, at a celebrity awards ceremony, Qiu Wanwan had posted a selfie from the event. In the upper left corner of the photo, a blurry figure seemed to be gazing at her affectionately. Netizens identified the man in the suit as none other than Lu Zhijin!

In many of her previous Weibo posts, there seemed to be traces of Lu Zhijin’s presence, along with subtly affectionate captions. Fans hadn’t understood them before, but now the truth was out—those words weren’t meant for them, but for him.

Thus, netizens boldly speculated that the two might have been together long ago. But since Qiu Wanwan was an entertainer, the prestigious Lu family, with their status and background, wouldn’t allow their daughter-in-law to pursue such a career. So, the star-crossed lovers were forced apart. Lu Zhijin entered a political marriage with his current wife but never forgot Qiu Wanwan, leading to a secret affair behind the scenes!

Marketing accounts quickly reposted the story. Within minutes, netizens had woven a tale of love and hatred, casting Song Shimu as the villain who tore the couple apart. Some even called for a backlash against her!

Song Shimu clicked into Qiu Wanwan’s profile, curious to see what this “rival” looked like.

Twenty-four years old—the same age as her. So why were netizens calling her an old woman?

Though she’s somewhat attractive, I’m not bad-looking either!

Her eyes are quite large and lively, with an oval face and pointed chin—clearly surgically enhanced, unlike my natural features!

Song Shimu silently compared as she scrolled through Qiu Wanwan’s Weibo.

“What nonsense! She looks like a seductress, not even one ten-thousandth as beautiful as Mom. Dad would never be interested in her!”

Lu Yike fumed with righteous indignation, raised the smart watch on his left wrist, and dialed Lu Zhijin’s number. The beeping tone tormented Song Shimu’s nerves—time had never felt so drawn-out. Just as her heart was sinking, the call finally connected.

“Hello?”

A coquettish female voice came through the receiver. Song Shimu and Lu Yike stared at each other wide-eyed, both instantly straightening up.

“Who are you? Where’s my dad!”

Lu Yike wailed. What had Lu Zhijin done! What kind of international joke was this! A new family crisis had emerged—was he really going to face the choice of which parent to live with if they divorced?!

“Your dad? Young Master Lu? He’s busy right now, call back later.”

The call was mercilessly disconnected. Lu Yike blinked his large eyes, staring at the darkened screen as if unable to believe what had just happened.

“Waaah—Lu Zhijin, you big jerk!”

Lu Yike burst into tears on the bed, tilting his fluffy head back as teardrops pattered down.

It’s over—Dad’s having an affair. Mom would never want a man with no self-respect. Was my happy family just an illusion? Had those unscrupulous media outlets finally exposed the truth? What will happen to Mom? What should I do?

Lost in his self-created fears, Lu Yike cried hysterically.

Song Shimu had initially felt irritated hearing the woman’s voice, but Lu Yike’s sudden wail stunned her. She quickly gathered him onto her lap to comfort him.

“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying?”

“Dad did something wrong. Are you going to divorce him?”

Lu Yike sobbed, his large eyes glistening with tears as he looked pitifully at Song Shimu, his little face flushed from crying.

“Mom, can you take me with you? I don’t want to be separated from you. Grandma said my birth mother left me plenty of assets—enough to support both of us.”

Without any concrete evidence, Lu Yike had already decided who he wanted to live with. Song Shimu couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Dad wouldn’t do anything wrong. You have to trust him.”

“Then what about that woman?”

Lu Yike started crying again, his voice trembling. He clung tightly to Song Shimu, burying his face in her chest as he wailed.

“Mom, please don’t abandon me. I want to go with you—I don’t want a morally corrupt dad!”

“There must be some explanation. We’ll find out when Dad comes home.”

“Will Dad even come home today?”

“…”

The little guy knew quite a lot. Song Shimu could tell Lu Yike was genuinely terrified by his own imagination—he kept crying in her arms until his small body trembled, his tiny hands clutching her clothes tightly.

Gently patting Lu Yike’s back, Song Shimu comforted him softly, “Dad would never do anything to hurt us, and Mom would never abandon you.”

Lu Yike didn’t return to his own room that night, instead sleeping in Lu Zhijin’s bedroom. He only managed to fall asleep peacefully while tightly clutching Song Shimu’s fingers, occasionally twitching even in his dreams.

Song Shimu had been waiting for Lu Zhijin’s return all along. Deep down, she absolutely trusted him, yet her curiosity about Qiu Wanwan consumed all her thoughts. She desperately wanted to know what had actually happened.

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Song Shimu finally succumbed to sleep, only to be awakened by the soft sound of the door handle turning. The dim bedside lamp illuminated the tall figure standing by the door.

Lu Zhijin crept in quietly and, seeing Song Shimu open her bleary eyes, whispered, “Were you asleep? Go back to sleep first. I’ll join you after a quick shower.”

Noticing the curly-haired child sleeping beside her, he frowned slightly and complained with displeasure, “Why is Lu Yike sleeping here?”

Combining her accumulated frustration from the entire evening with the irritation of being awakened, Song Shimu found everything about Lu Zhijin grating on her nerves.

She knitted her delicate brows and spoke irritably, “So you finally decided to come back! Forget about the bed – there’s no space for you here. Go sleep in the living room!”

Lu Zhijin was taken aback. Realizing this was the latest he’d ever returned since their marriage, he figured his wife must be angry. Adhering to his principles of being a good husband, he didn’t want to disturb her rest or let her sleep while holding onto anger. So he patiently apologized.

“Alright, alright, my mistake. I shouldn’t have come back so late. You rest first, and I’ll properly make it up to you tomorrow morning.”

Watching as Song Shimu turned away angrily and closed her eyes to return to sleep, Lu Zhijin quietly withdrew. He went downstairs to shower. Though there were plenty of other rooms available, he strictly followed his wife’s instructions. His over-six-foot frame ended up cramped uncomfortably on the living room sofa.

At this moment, Lu Zhijin still had no idea what wrong he had actually committed.