Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 70: How Dare You Lay a Hand on My Man?

Chapter 70: How Dare You Lay a Hand on My Man?

“A Jin, what happened?”

Song Shimu’s delicate brows furrowed tightly as she helped Lu Zhijin toward the bed. Suddenly, a flash of red caught the corner of her eye.

Lu Zhijin’s hand was injured!

“What happened to your hand?!”

Song Shimu anxiously grabbed Lu Zhijin’s right hand. There was a deep wound in his palm, oozing dark blood. The glass ashtray from the bedside table lay shattered by the bed, one of its fragments stained with fresh blood.

Zhang Hanzhi continued to struggle, her mouth gagged as she made muffled noises.

Lu Zhijin’s face was flushed, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. Veins bulged on his forehead, covered in fine beads of sweat.

“I was drugged. When I heard your voices in the room earlier, I cut my palm to stay conscious.”

“Why would you do something so foolish!”

Song Shimu’s heart ached unbearably. She found the first aid kit in the room and carefully bandaged his wound, gently blowing on the injured palm.

“You should have left it to me to handle! Why hurt yourself?”

Lu Zhijin was fighting desperately to maintain control. Had it not been for his years of military training and exceptional self-discipline, he would have already fallen victim to someone’s scheme.

“Let’s go back to our room first. I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Alright.”

As Song Shimu helped Lu Zhijin up, Zhang Hanzhi grew agitated, writhing in her chair in an attempt to get their attention.

Song Shimu turned her head, her expression icy cold. Zhang Hanzhi had never seen such a frigid look on Song Shimu’s face before – eyes devoid of warmth, filled with the merciless indifference one might show toward an insignificant ant.

“Stay here and reflect on your actions. I’ll deal with you later!”

Fortunately, the hallway and elevator were empty, so no one witnessed the usually aloof and composed Young Master Lu in such a restrained and disheveled state.

Upon entering their room, Lu Zhijin seemed to have reached his limit. Like a raging lion, he pushed Song Shimu against the door, but his deeply ingrained instinct to protect her made him instinctively cushion the impact by placing his hand between her body and the door.

He lowered his head and fiercely kissed Song Shimu’s lips, as if wanting to devour her whole. His large hand slipped beneath her skirt, caressing her smooth skin while firmly kneading the soft flesh in his palm.

Song Shimu raised her hand, her slender white fingers threading through his dark hair to soothe his rage. She lifted one leg, wrapping it around his lean, powerful waist.

Lu Zhijin supported Song Shimu’s bottom with his large palm and carried her into the bedroom, tossing her onto the soft bed. Song Shimu’s body bounced slightly, her chest swaying with enticing waves.

Lu Zhijin’s eyes darkened, their narrow shape resembling mysterious ancient wells that once fallen into, one could never escape. He leaned down, his sexy and dangerous voice whispering in Song Shimu’s ear.

“Mu Mu, save me.”

The drug administered had been exceptionally potent. Having endured until now, Lu Zhijin felt his body about to explode, urgently needing release – and the woman was his best Antidote.

Song Shimu’s jade-like slender arms draped around Lu Zhijin’s neck. Her hair had come loose during their movements, her tea-brown curls spreading across the bed like a blooming rose.

Her beautiful eyes seemed to carry hooks, their corners enchanting. Her red lips blew a breath against that restrained, forbearing face—truly a fox spirit capable of causing nationwide chaos.

“A Jin, tonight I am yours.”

With a roar, Lu Zhijin’s mind seemed to explode with fireworks. His remaining rationality vanished completely, as if he were a werewolf exposed under the moonlight, performing the most primal movements.

Song Shimu was unusually patient tonight. Even though she felt some pain, she still patiently soothed him, allowing his somewhat rough actions.

The bright moonlight reflected on the sea surface, creating shimmering ripples. The luxurious cruise ship moved forward slowly, with cheerful music resounding throughout the night. In the quiet room, the atmosphere of intimacy remained, exuding an ambiguous aura.

In the latter half of the night, the room returned to silence. Lu Zhijin lay asleep on Song Shimu, his tightly furrowed brows finally showing signs of relaxation.

Song Shimu gently pushed him away, her body feeling numb and sore. The drug’s effect was truly potent—Lu Zhijin had never treated her so roughly before.

Her legs weak, Song Shimu bit her lip and rested for a moment before getting out of bed to fetch the medical kit. During their earlier movements, the wound on Lu Zhijin’s hand had reopened, blood seeping through the bandage.

She re-bandaged Lu Zhijin’s palm, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, covered him with the quilt, then turned and went to the bathroom to clean herself. As expected, her body was covered with bruises, and faint finger marks adorned her waist.

After bathing, Song Shimu changed clothes, gently closed the door, and quietly left. The moment she stepped out, the warmth on her face vanished, replaced by a cold, frosty expression.

The elevator descended to the sixth floor, where Song Shimu arrived at a familiar room.

Taking out her key card, the sensor door opened with a beep. Zhang Hanzhi, awakened by the sound, frowned upon seeing who it was, her eyes filled with anger as she twisted her body and struggled with muffled cries.

Song Shimu’s face remained cold as she silently closed the door, pulled up a chair, and sat elegantly opposite Zhang Hanzhi, crossing her legs and staring at her emotionlessly.

Being stared at in such a manner and with such eyes, Zhang Hanzhi suddenly felt a surge of fear. She shrank back, observing the other’s movements.

After a long while, as the atmosphere grew increasingly eerie, Song Shimu finally spoke in a haunting tone.

“Zhang Hanzhi, have we been too lenient with you all along?”

Without uncontrollable anger, Song Shimu sat leisurely in the chair, her tone calm. Yet, the more composed she appeared, the more panicked Zhang Hanzhi became.

“Do you think we didn’t confront you before because we cared about your dignity?”

“Father has been strong-willed all his life, fighting for the country his entire career. As his children, of course we must consider his feelings.”

“But if Father knew about what happened today, he probably wouldn’t let you off either.”

Song Shimu stepped forward, pulled the cloth from Zhang Hanzhi’s mouth, and pinched her face with slender fingers, her gaze as if examining livestock.

“You dare lay hands on my man?”

Song Shimu raised an eyebrow, leaned in closer, and whispered into Zhang Hanzhi’s ear.

The next moment, Zhang Hanzhi heard the other’s sinister, mocking voice that sent chills down her spine.

“If you’re so fond of men, shall I send you a few more tonight?”

Zhang Hanzhi’s eyes widened instantly, her face turning pale. Trembling, she begged for mercy, her voice choked with sobs.

“I’m sorry, Song Shimu, I’m sorry, I swear I’ll never do such a thing again. Please, I beg you, spare me…”

Zhang Hanzhi was babbling incoherently, thoroughly frightened by Song Shimu’s detached demeanor. She couldn’t hold back her tears, streaks of moisture tracing paths down her cheeks as she frantically apologized.

Song Shimu looked down at the completely broken Zhang Hanzhi, his eyes still devoid of any emotion, calmly watching her grovel and plead for mercy.

“I’ve already had Chen Sheng handle this matter. In a few days, you should be deported back to your country. Don’t ever come back. Otherwise, next time, I won’t let you off so easily!”

Song Shimu trailed a shard of glass lightly across Zhang Hanzhi’s face, frightening her into complete stillness.

Zhang Hanzhi had previously changed her nationality. All it took was finding a reason to ban her from ever setting foot on Chinese soil again, and she wouldn’t be able to cause any more trouble. This would also make it easier to explain things to Master Lu.

“I… I understand. I’ll never come back again.”