Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 65: Not Wanting to Eat Strawberries, But Wanting to Plant Strawberries

Chapter 65: Not Wanting to Eat Strawberries, But Wanting to Plant Strawberries

“Goodbye Grandpa and Grandma! Come play with Ke Ke during summer vacation!”

Lu Yike waved his chubby little hand, reluctantly bidding farewell to Father Song and Mother Song.

“Alright, Ke Ke, be careful on your way back. Send our regards to your grandparents.”

The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday ended quickly. After spending a few days in their hometown, Song Shimu had to return to Haishi to continue working.

Song Shimu had retrieved the small metal box used for passing secrets during high school from her school and planned to show it to Sun Jiayi.

Standing at the entrance of Haishi’s most well-equipped hospital, she watched the constant flow of people inside.

As Song Shimu walked toward the elevator, a bespectacled man in a shirt flashed past the corner.

“Uncle?”

Song Shimu curiously peered in that direction. She couldn’t have been mistaken—that man was Shen Tangyu. What was he doing here?

“What married woman like you is gazing so intently at another man?”

Sun Jiayi’s voice drifted over from behind. Song Shimu turned around to face her friend’s exhausted and numb expression, with dark circles so pronounced it looked like her vitality had been drained, and lips completely devoid of color.

“Darling, has Moyu drained you completely? Shouldn’t he be the one looking like this?!”

Song Shimu exclaimed dramatically, earning herself a light knock on the head from Sun Jiayi, who then linked arms with her and headed upstairs to the office.

“I’m actually quite delicate and pretty, but if you see me during work hours, I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Working this hard?Song Shimu gently rubbed her best friend’s smooth cheek and fed her a piece of osmanthus cake that she had queued up to buy.

“I’ve been working overtime for nine consecutive days. Looking at men’s little sticks and chrysanthemums every day—what innocent young woman can handle that? Can’t the urology department hire two more people?”

Sun Jiayi ate like a little hamster, filled with righteous indignation. Damn capitalists!

“When you get some rest, I’ll treat you to a feast!”

Song Shimu opened her canvas bag and took out its contents, raising her eyebrows energetically as she showed them to Sun Jiayi.

“I went home last week and brought back something great. Look!”

“Wow!”

Sun Jiayi’s eyes instantly lit up. The box featured the familiar Snow White design—she remembered begging and throwing tantrums to buy it, while Song Shimu had been particularly disdainful at the time.

“This was my spiritual sustenance in high school! It’s my Time Capsule!”

Sun Jiayi opened it and eagerly flipped through, laughing as she read the notes from the past to Song Shimu.

“Look, you even put math problems in here back then, asking me to solve them for you. Hahaha.”

“And this one—I said Tang Shuo was a terminal case of chuunibyou, and you said not to insult pigs. Hahaha.”

During their lunch break, the two laughed unrestrainedly in the office while revisiting their high school memories.

“We were so innocent back then.”

“Yeah, the troubles we had then seem like jokes now.”

“But what’s really going on between you and Moyu?” This was the gossip Song Shimu cared about most.

“Why are we talking about him again?”

Sun Jiayi put on a serious face and stored the box in her drawer.

“Why keep secrets from me?”

“Because I don’t know either! Let’s just go with the flow.”

Sun Jiayi and Song Shimu were actually quite similar—both had simple romantic histories before. Song Shimu had met a good man who treasured her like precious jade, while Sun Jiayi had encountered a scumbag with no principles or bottom line.

Sun Jiayi had attended a youth accelerated program since childhood, with an exceptionally fast-paced learning schedule. While others were experiencing the budding emotions of youth, she was still battling through endless problem sets.

When she entered university, she was still quite young. She secretly started a relationship behind her parents’ backs, like Adam and Eve stealing the forbidden fruit—completely naive, she was deceived for several years.

This made her dare not venture into love again for many years. This seedling called love had been stunted from the very beginning, and she wondered if she would ever meet someone who would carefully nurture it.

“Mo Yu is quite a good person.”

Seeing Sun Jiayi’s once innocent face now troubled, Song Shimu couldn’t bear to pressure her further.

“Never mind, follow your heart. Don’t feel pressured.”

As the lunch break was nearly over, Song Shimu didn’t want to disturb Sun Jiayi’s work. She picked up her bag and stood.

“Message me when you’re on holiday. I’ll treat you to a meal.”

“Thanks, my darling! I still love you the most!”

“Don’t love me—it’s hopeless. I already belong to Lu Zhijin.”

“Hmph! Next patient, please!”

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“Young Master Lu, Sui Xiying has expressed a desire to invite you and your wife for a meal to discuss the development of Nanguan New District.”

Chen Sheng came to Lu Zhijin’s study to report.

Nanguan New District was the latest development zone being expanded and constructed by Haishi’s government. It was destined to become a goldmine, and the government had already granted the development rights to the Su Group—which was under Lu Zhijin’s control.

“Bargaining chip.”

Everyone in Haishi knew that if you wanted to have a meal with Young Master Lu, you needed a bargaining chip substantial enough to warrant his attention.

“The Sui Family plans to build a large shopping mall. Sui Xiying mentioned they would offer you fifteen percent of the shares.”

Lu Zhijin raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

Fifteen percent was no small amount. In fact, if Lu Zhijin wanted to, with a bit more acquisition, he could directly take over the Sui Family’s controlling stake.

“If she’s that sincere, then it might be worth meeting.”

“Very well, I’ll make the arrangements.”

After concluding all matters, Chen Sheng dutifully withdrew.

Song Shimu knocked and entered, carrying a plate of strawberries—large, plump, and temptingly red.

“Mom brought over a box of Australian milk strawberries this afternoon. If you don’t try them soon, that little greedy cat Ke Ke will finish them all.”

“Luckily, my wife remembers me.”

Lu Zhijin reached out and pulled her onto his lap. Her fair thighs emerged from her silk shorts, glowing as if illuminated.

Song Shimu’s delicate, pale fingers picked up a strawberry and brought it to his lips.

“How is it? Sweet?”

“Of course it’s sweet when my wife feeds me.”

Song Shimu leaned against Lu Zhijin’s chest and laughed, holding a crystal bowl. Her slender, jade-like fingers were tinged pink from the chill. She ate one herself.

Her cherry-like mouth was small; she bit off the tip of the strawberry. Lu Zhijin held her hand and, without any hesitation, ate the remaining part.

Lu Zhijin’s expression darkened, his voice husky and low.

“I don’t want to eat strawberries. I want to plant strawberries.”

With that, he exerted strength, lifted her up, and headed toward the bedroom.

Song Shimu was startled and clung tightly to his neck. Her bunny slippers fell off, and her beautiful, fair feet dangled slightly.

Lu Yike saw her parents showing affection in the hallway, pouted, and hugged the gradually growing Little Prince tighter in her arms.

“Always monopolizing Mom!”

“Go back to your room and sleep,” Lu Zhijin commanded sternly.

“I’m going to take some strawberries. Mom gave all the strawberries to you, and my wife hasn’t had any yet!”

The Little Prince stuck out his tongue, panting with his mouth wide open, excitement shining in his eyes as his fur tickled Lu Yike’s little face.

“Don’t feed everything to the Little Prince. Be careful he might get sick!”

“Oh.”

Lu Yike’s enthusiasm was dampened, his expression wilting as he took the advice to heart.

“Well, you go have fun with Mom then. I’m going back to my room to sleep.”

Lu Yike carried the Little Prince and toddled back to his room, while Lu Zhijin carried his wife into the bedroom.

Placing her on the soft, large bed, the navy blue comforter made her skin appear even more fair and delicate.

Lu Zhijin lowered his head, his bewitching, seductive voice whispering in her ear like a hook meant to tantalize the heart.

“Time to plant some strawberries.”