Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 71: Would Rather Hurt Myself Than Harm You

Chapter 71: Would Rather Hurt Myself Than Harm You

The morning sunlight streamed through the window into the spacious room. Lu Zhijin slowly opened his eyes, taking in the exquisitely designed crystal chandelier hanging from the white ceiling. His head still ached slightly, and fragments of last night’s experiences flooded his mind.

“Awake? Still feeling unwell?”

A calm voice sounded like a gentle breeze, dissipating his physical discomfort. Lu Zhijin turned his head to see Song Shimu propping her chin on her hand, smiling warmly at him.

Her cool, comfortable hand pressed against his forehead, easing his pain.

“I ordered some hangover soup. It’ll be delivered soon.”

“Were you injured last night?”

Lu Zhijin’s voice was hoarse. He still remembered being drugged last night, with Zhang Hanzhi hovering around him like an persistent fly. He had been forcibly taken to an unfamiliar room.

When Zhang Hanzhi pressed herself against him improperly, Lu Zhijin—already nearly delirious from the drugs—managed to tear down the curtain rope and tie her up.

Just before his rationality completely collapsed, his sharp hearing caught Song Shimu’s voice outside the door, along with the aggressive questioning from reporters.

Lu Zhijin couldn’t quite describe what he felt in that moment. His Mu Mu was bravely standing up for him, and he absolutely couldn’t let her lose.

So he smashed an ashtray and cut his own palm. The pain helped clear his drug-addled mind. Later, he emerged to drive away the reporters before Mu Mu helped him back to his room.

As if knowing this was a safe place and that he could relax with Song Shimu by his side, he let down his guard. The drug-induced impulses surged to their peak once more.

He had been like a small boat drifting on the vast ocean, tossed by the waves.

“No.”

Song Shimu rested her head against his broad chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling completely at peace. Her voice was tender.

“My A Jin, even when not fully conscious, knew not to hurt me.”

Although Lu Zhijin had been somewhat rough in his movements last night, he had still been careful not to injure Song Shimu.

“Let’s get ready. We can go home once we dock.”

Song Shimu helped Lu Zhijin up, noticing the scratches on his back—marks she had left in her passion last night.

“Mu Mu, I’m sorry about last night…”

Lu Zhijin looked guilty. His carelessness had allowed others to take advantage of the situation.

“I know. It’s alright.”

Song Shimu raised a finger to stop his apology.

“It wasn’t your fault. You did very well.”

As the leading family in Haishi, the Lu family had many envious rivals. Numerous people waited to see them fail, and over the years they had naturally made many enemies.

Lu Zhijin had been targeted since childhood, and Song Shimu, as his wife, had been aware of these risks from the moment she married him.

The drug dosage was no joke, yet Lu Zhijin had managed to maintain his rationality until she arrived—choosing to hurt himself rather than betray her. Song Shimu was deeply moved.

“I’ve already asked Chen Sheng to arrange for Zhang Hanzhi to be sent abroad. I can’t tolerate her causing more trouble.”

“Well done. I wasn’t planning to let her off this time either.”

“What about your father…”

Song Shimu hesitated slightly, concerned that Old Lu might be upset.

“Don’t worry. I’ll explain it to him.”

Lu Zhijin took Song Shimu’s hand and gently kissed it. No matter what, he couldn’t let his precious one feel distressed anymore.

“But this definitely wasn’t done by her alone.”

Although he disliked Zhang Hanzhi, he knew this woman lacked the brains to orchestrate something like drugging someone and then tipping off reporters. Zhang Hanzhi wasn’t capable of such schemes.

Lu Zhijin recalled Lin Xun’s deeply probing gaze in the corridor last night.

“I think it might be Lin Xun.”

Lu Zhijin was slightly surprised that Song Shimu had guessed this person. With a serious expression, Song Shimu logically explained her analysis.

“When I couldn’t find you last night, it was Lin Xun who told me first. He even followed me the whole way, making sarcastic remarks. Looking back now, those comments feel like he already knew about these events in advance.”

“Moreover, those reporters dared to risk offending the Lu family by insisting on interviews. Someone must have leaked information to them beforehand. Zhang Hanzhi doesn’t have those kinds of connections!”

“My Mu Mu is so clever!”

Lu Zhijin smiled as he pulled the woman into his embrace, kissing her cheek. The next moment, his eyes turned icy, his voice sinister.

“This time, I won’t let him off!”

After the two-day-one-night cruise event concluded, the massive luxury cruise ship slowly docked. Guests filed out one after another, while Lu Zhijin and Song Shimu once again used the exclusive passage.

“Young Master Lu looks rather well today. Weren’t you feeling unwell last night?”

Lin Xun approached wearing a green patterned shirt, hands in pockets, his eyes teasing and tone languid.

Lu Zhijin maintained an icy expression, his deep gaze fixed on the playful-looking Lin Xun.

“Thank you for your concern, President Lin. I’ve always been in good health and won’t give others any opportunities to take advantage.”

Lin Xun raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Young Master Lu shouldn’t let your guard down. People often don’t see how they fall.”

“Indeed. So President Lin should also be careful lately.”

The two exchanged pointed remarks, their confrontation becoming increasingly obvious as the atmosphere grew tense.

“Let’s go, A Jin.”

Song Shimu gently tugged Lu Zhijin’s sleeve. Unable to hold back any longer, she looked at Lin Xun with ambiguous meaning in her eyes.

“President Lin, focus on your own affairs. You’re a capable person—don’t ruin your own future.”

All these entanglements originated from Song Shimu. Her feelings toward Lin Xun were complex. Rationally, she admired his capabilities, but if he regarded Lu Zhijin as an enemy, she wouldn’t stand by idly.

Lin Xun silently watched the two walk away hand in hand, his tongue pressing against his cheek, eyes cold and concealing a trace of resentment.

After returning, Song Shimu remained worried about Lu Zhijin’s physical condition and insisted on taking him to the hospital for a check-up before feeling relieved.

Chen Sheng, having received instructions, had already begun preparing for Zhang Hanzhi’s deportation. As for the reporters from last night, they had been fired this morning, with notifications circulated throughout media circles ensuring no company would dare hire them again.

The reporters’ former companies, fearing collateral damage, quickly published multiple news pieces about Young Master Lu and his wife’s loving relationship, hoping Lu Zhijin would show mercy.

Regarding Lin Xun—given his company’s significant influence—dealing with him couldn’t be accomplished overnight. However, Lu Zhijin certainly had no intention of letting him off either!

Repeated provocations had crossed Lu Zhijin’s bottom line, especially since everything the other party did was driven by their covetous desire for Song Shimu—this was utterly intolerable!