Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 58: Crying Over Someone Else’s Love

Chapter 58: Crying Over Someone Else’s Love

Headlines across domestic news outlets and social media platforms were all about Lu Zhijin’s heartfelt confession. Following the grand wedding, netizens worldwide once again witnessed Lu Zhijin’s deep affection for his beloved wife. Countless users apologized and couldn’t help but smile like doting aunties over this storybook romance.

[Even TV dramas are conservative compared to this.]

[Young Master Lu is truly China’s most devoted handsome man.]

[Another day crying over someone else’s love story.]

…

While netizens were passionately discussing, Lu Zhijin just wanted to hurry home, kneel before his wife, admit his mistakes, and hopefully earn his way back into their bed tonight.

The car pulled into the estate and stopped in front of the small musical fountain. Lu Zhijin quickly walked to the front door and swiftly entered the passcode, only to be met with an error message. Frowning slightly, he tried again, but it was still incorrect.

Wasn’t the password correct?

Suspicious, Lu Zhijin rang the doorbell. Aunt Zhao opened the door after a delay, giving him a reproachful look when she saw who it was.

“What are you doing back here, sir?”

“…”

It’s my own home—what do you think I’m doing back?

“Why was the password changed?”

“Madam Su came by this afternoon and told the mistress to change the password. She said you weren’t allowed in.”

“…”

Su Yunrong, as expected—always stirring up trouble without a care.

“Where’s Mu Mu? Is she home?”

“The mistress isn’t home. Are you planning to divorce her, sir? It’s not my place to say, but the mistress is a wonderful person. You really don’t know how to cherish her!”

Aunt Zhao wore an expression that clearly said, “Men are just no good.”

Lu Zhijin felt a lump in his throat. Was he really so untrustworthy? Why did everyone think he had wronged Song Shimu?

“I’ve already issued a statement. I’ve never done anything to betray Mu Mu.”

Lu Zhijin was utterly exasperated inside, but he had more important matters to attend to.

“Where did Mu Mu go?”

“The mistress went to meet a friend. I believe she went to Encounter Restaurant.”

With the answer in hand, Lu Zhijin quickly drove off. Encounter Restaurant was located in the city center, known for its elegant ambiance and Western cuisine.

As soon as Lu Zhijin parked, he spotted Song Shimu through the first-floor floor-to-ceiling window. Seated across from her was an unfamiliar man in a black shirt and frameless glasses. He was young, with an elegant demeanor, and the two of them shared a smile over something. To make matters worse, that traitor Lu Yike was sitting in the man’s lap, laughing heartily with his curly hair bouncing—a scene that was unbearably irritating.

“Who are you? What are you doing with my wife?!”

Lu Zhijin stormed into the restaurant, glaring at the man opposite, his entire body radiating icy hostility. His eyes were frosty, his expression stern. Yet, the man merely smiled faintly at him. Was this a challenge?!

Song Shimu stared in shock at Lu Zhijin’s sudden appearance. Curious onlookers were already turning their way. She tugged at his sleeve, trying to stop him quietly.

“What are you doing?! He’s my uncle!”

“Un… Uncle?”

What?

Who is he?

Uncle?

A crack appeared in Lu Zhijin’s expression as he turned to look at the composed man, who raised an eyebrow and looked back at him with amusement.

Lu Zhijin silently took a seat, feeling awkward for the first time in his life, his expression slightly uncomfortable.

“My apologies, I didn’t know…”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t able to attend your wedding—I was abroad on business at the time.”

That afternoon, Song Shimu received a phone call from Shen Tangyu, who said he had come to Haishi and asked if she was free to meet up later.

Shen Tangyu was Song Shimu’s maternal cousin uncle. Since they were close in age and had grown up playing together since childhood, their relationship was particularly intimate.

Coincidentally, Song Shimu was feeling upset by the gossip surrounding Lu Zhijin, so she brought Lu Yike along with her.

“Uncle, long time no see! Come, Ke Ke, greet your grand-uncle.”

Lu Yike widened his eyes in surprise, staring at the tall, young man before him. Dressed in a black shirt that hinted at a well-built physique, with a warm expression and frameless glasses, he looked refined and handsome—yet he was actually his grand-uncle?!

“But Mom, he looks so young!”

Pouting, Lu Yike held Song Shimu’s hand, puzzled.

The two adults chuckled softly. Shen Tangyu crouched down to meet Lu Yike at eye level and presented him with an exquisitely crafted model airplane.

“Because your grand-uncle belongs to a much older generation! Here, this is a gift for you.”

Lu Yike accepted the model airplane with delight, his eyes sparkling with admiration—it was the very toy he had been begging his father to buy just a couple of days ago!

“Thank you, Grand-Uncle!”

“Uncle, what brings you here all of a sudden? Mom mentioned that you plan to settle down in Haishi from now on?”

Song Shimu was curious. After completing his master’s degree, Shen Tangyu had unexpectedly given up the chance to pursue a Ph.D. and started working. Over the years, he had thrived in the finance industry and even ran a successful firm back in their hometown.

“That’s right.”

By now, Lu Yike had already made himself comfortable sitting on Shen Tangyu’s lap, fiddling with the model airplane. Shen Tangyu held him with one arm while resting the other naturally on the table, his slender fingers tracing circles along the rim of his glass. Behind his glasses, his eyes gradually relaxed, carrying an ambiguous glint.

“I’m here to catch someone.”

“Is it that special someone you met in university?”

“Mm. The kid made a mistake and needs to be disciplined.”

A faint smile played on Shen Tangyu’s lips. Song Shimu couldn’t help but shiver. Having grown up together, she knew him all too well—beneath that gentle appearance lay a particularly cunning mind.

During his university years, Shen Tangyu had met a student. After several encounters, feelings developed between them. Over the years, their relationship had been on and off, tangled in complications. Shen Tangyu had even come out to his family for this person, leading to a stormy fallout. Yet after all this time, they still hadn’t reached a happy resolution.

And so, the earlier scene unfolded: Lu Zhijin had mistaken Shen Tangyu for another troublemaker harassing his wife, only to realize it was her uncle!

“Uncle, if there’s anything you need while in Haishi, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll be glad to help.”

Lu Zhijin had regained his usual dignified and authoritative demeanor. Since this was Song Shimu’s relative, it was only proper to extend hospitality.

“Then I’ll thank my nephew-in-law in advance.”

Shen Tangyu wore a faint, triumphant smile. It was the first time Lu Zhijin had been addressed this way. He stared expressionlessly at the other man, gritting his teeth inwardly while reminding himself—this was his wife’s uncle.

By the time they finished dinner, it was already dark. Shen Tangyu left first, while Song Shimu remained stern-faced, ignoring Lu Zhijin.

Lu Zhijin cautiously moved closer. “Honey, I was wrong. The truth is out now—look, everyone online is envying our relationship!”

“How could an old woman like me compare to those young girls? Young Master Lu must be tired of me.”

Song Shimu shook her head, took the gleeful Lu Yike’s hand, and walked out.

“Who said that! I will severely punish anyone who says such things! My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, and having her marry me is the greatest blessing I’ve earned from eight lifetimes of good karma.”

The formidable Colonel Lu, who commanded respect on the battlefield, transformed into a fawning kitten before his wife, practically itching to dance a jig to capture her attention.

“Song Shimu, I love you, and that will never change in this lifetime.”The heartfelt confession echoed from above, freezing Song Shimu in his tracks.” The massive electronic screen at the shopping mall cycled through Lu Zhijin’s heartfelt afternoon confession. The man behind him wrapped his arms around his waist, his magnetic voice whispering by his ear.

“Mu Mu, you need never doubt my sincerity. Every citizen of this nation can bear witness—I, Lu Zhijin, vow to love only Song Shimu in this life and beyond.”

Lu Zhijin had purchased advertising space across all online platforms and trending search lists, while simultaneously broadcasting his century’s most grand confession on electronic screens in every shopping mall and skyscraper nationwide. Every soul within this territory knew—

Lu Zhijin loves Song Shimu.