Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 69: Lu Zhijin Framed

Chapter 69: Lu Zhijin Framed

“Young Master Lu, Mrs. Lu, we meet again.”

Sui Xiying wore a dark green evening gown with a layer of sheer fabric covering her slightly swollen pregnant belly.

“Miss Sui is here too?”

Song Shimu’s eyes softened with inexhaustible tenderness when she saw the familiar face.

“After all, this event is for business networking. I wanted to come make some connections.”

Sui Xiying smiled brightly. Having just taken over the Sui Family, many were waiting to see her fail, so she had to stand firm.

Though the fifth-floor exhibition hall wasn’t as spacious as the first floor, its design was clearly more sophisticated. All the influential figures of Haishi were gathered here, and business deals could be sealed amidst the clinking of glasses.

Lu Zhijin was also surrounded by several people. These business owners respectfully held their wine glasses while engaging in hollow pleasantries, circling around with designs on the Nan Guan New District development.

Since Song Shimu hadn’t eaten much that evening, she picked some desserts from the table. While Lu Zhijin’s ears listened to others’ elaborate plans, his eyes never left Song Shimu.

“Mrs. Lu.”

Sui Xiying quietly called Song Shimu over, whispering a few words in her ear. Song Shimu then gestured to Lu Zhijin before heading toward the restroom with Sui Xiying.

Since becoming pregnant, Sui Xiying often found herself in awkward situations. In emergencies, she could only turn to the relatively good-natured Song Shimu for help.

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Lu.”

A trace of shyness and embarrassment appeared on Sui Xiying’s typically strong-willed face as she self-consciously tucked stray hairs behind her ear.

“It’s nothing. We’re both women – just a small favor.”

Song Shimu patted her hand reassuringly, reminding her not to worry. Motherhood was truly remarkable.

When they emerged, Song Shimu couldn’t spot Lu Zhijin in the vast exhibition hall. She frowned slightly as she searched. Lu Zhijin wouldn’t leave without her – if he went anywhere, he would definitely inform her.

For some reason, an uneasy premonition rose in Song Shimu’s heart. She took out her phone to call him, but couldn’t get through, intensifying her anxiety.

“Young Master Lu is missing? Perhaps he went to the restroom.”

Sui Xiying noticed Song Shimu’s anxious restlessness and tried to comfort her.

“Looking for Lu Zhijin?”

Lin Xun leaned casually against a pillar, holding a red wine glass with an unreadable expression and playful tone.

“I saw him going upstairs with a woman in his arms just now.”

Song Shimu knitted her delicate eyebrows, her eyes clearly skeptical. Lin Xun shrugged and nudged the person beside him.

“If you don’t believe me, ask him.”

The man looked cautiously at Song Shimu, hesitantly nodding after careful consideration.

“It’s true, Mrs. Lu. Young Master Lu might have had too much to drink – he went to the sixth floor with a woman in his arms.”

Song Shimu gritted her teeth secretly. If they weren’t lying, then Lu Zhijin might have been framed again.

Lu Zhijin had excellent alcohol tolerance and never overindulged at such events. How could he be drunk? Something was definitely wrong!

Song Shimu turned decisively and headed upstairs with a grim expression. She needed to find Lu Zhijin quickly!

“I’ll come with you.” Sui Xiying closely followed Song Shimu.

The sixth floor was also residential quarters, though not as prestigious as the eighth floor. Still, it housed people of significant status, so the decor was equally meticulous.

In the quiet sixth-floor corridor, the rapid click of high heels echoed on the floorboards as Song Shimu emerged from the elevator and strode inward, her swift steps making her skirt sway.

Behind her followed Sui Xiying, along with Lin Xun who was there to watch the commotion.

Several people approached from the opposite direction, carrying cameras and microphones, discussing excitedly in hushed tones before finally stopping in front of a door.

Song Shimu felt suspicious—why were reporters here? After a brief pause, she strode over.

When they saw Song Shimu, the reporters eagerly thrust their microphones toward her, while the cameramen aimed their lenses at her.

“Mrs. Lu, we heard that Young Master Lu left with his arm around another woman just now. Is this true?”

“We just saw Young Master Lu enter this room. Are you here to catch him in the act?”

“Has your marriage hit a rough patch? Were all of Young Master Lu’s previous displays of affection toward you just a performance for the public?”

The reporters fired off their questions excitedly, their eyes gleaming with gossip and greed. More than the truth, they were eager to witness the scandal they were hoping for.

Song Shimu’s face was cold, her gaze icy. Her exquisite features appeared strikingly beautiful yet detached, her demeanor reminiscent of Lu Zhijin’s.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her clear, cold voice echoed in the quiet hallway, her eyes radiating a noble contempt for everything around her.

“Since when has the Lu family become fodder for your idle gossip?”

Her imposing aura, authoritative even without anger, silenced everyone. The reporters looked awkward and somewhat fearful. One bold individual swallowed hard, mustering the courage to speak up under Song Shimu’s scrutinizing gaze.

“We’re only helping the public understand the truth. After all, many people admire the love between Young Master Lu and you. The public has the right to know if they’ve been deceived!”

Song Shimu let out a light laugh, her eyes filled with disdain as she glanced at the reporter who had spoken.

“We are not actors; we don’t need to put on a show. But neither do we need to prove to anyone that the love between my husband and me is unwavering.”

“Then why did Young Master Lu leave with his arm around another woman? And what is your purpose in coming here?”

“What? Do I need to report my actions to you?”

Song Shimu lifted her eyelids and fixed a penetrating gaze on the questioning reporter.

She had no idea what Lu Zhijin’s current situation was. Song Shimu was anxious to go in and help him, but she couldn’t afford to lose her composure.

She knew that tonight, she had to prove Lu Zhijin’s innocence—otherwise, these reporters would not let them off easily!

“This room was reserved for a friend of ours. Is there any problem with us coming here?”

The reporters’ eyes still held suspicion. One bold individual decided to take a gamble and knocked on the door.

“Young Master Lu, would you be willing to grant us an interview?”

“Which media company do you work for?”

Song Shimu’s tone was calm, but her eyes were icy as she stared at the reporter who had knocked.

“It seems your company no longer wishes to operate in Haishi.”

The reporter broke out in a cold sweat, his face pale as he stared at Song Shimu in terror.

But if he could uncover the scandal of Young Master Lu’s infidelity, it would be his big break! After a moment’s thought, he clenched his fists and met Song Shimu’s gaze head-on.

“The public deserves to know the truth. Don’t you want to know what Mr. Lu is doing inside?”

“Do I need to report my actions to you?”

A deep, magnetic voice rang out, startling everyone. The reporter’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared fixedly at the door before him.

The door slowly opened, revealing Lu Zhijin with one hand in his pocket, his cold and stern face appearing before them. His gaze swept over the man from head to toe in scrutiny.

What was going on?

Wasn’t it said that Young Master Lu had been drugged?

Then why was he standing there perfectly fine?

Under that piercing stare, the young reporter’s legs gave way in fear, and he knelt on the floor, trembling as he mumbled, “Young Master Lu…”

“A Jin!”

Song Shimu hurried to his side with concern. Lu Zhijin’s body was burning hot, his face slightly flushed, though the dim corridor lights made it hard to see clearly. His brows were tightly furrowed, exuding an air of noble dignity.

Lu Zhijin lifted his eyelids, scrutinizing the reporter before him, then caught sight of Lin Xun standing nearby with a shadowed gaze. Their eyes met mid-air, sparking an invisible, intense clash.

“Want to interview me? Don’t you know the rules?!”

His authoritative voice echoed through the quiet hallway, pressing down on everyone like a massive stone—unable to lift their heads or catch their breath, each fearing for their own safety.

“Go back and think about your future!”

With that warning, Lu Zhijin took Song Shimu’s hand and led her into the room behind him. The next moment, his body slumped weakly against the wall.

“A Jin—”

The room was dim. Only when Song Shimu switched on the light did she notice the abnormal pallor of Lu Zhijin’s face. And across from them, tied to a chair, was Zhang Hanzhi, wide-eyed and struggling incessantly!