Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 76: Wanting a Sibling

Chapter 76: Wanting a Sibling

Finding something after searching high and low, only to stumble upon it effortlessly.

Song Shimu couldn’t help but sigh as he sat in the car. He had been worrying about how to deal with Sui Xiying, but today Shen Tangyu had already gathered all the evidence for them.

Now no one can ever lay eyes on my precious Ke Ke again!

Shen Tangyu finally did something useful, Lu Zhijin commented sparingly while driving.

Still, I never expected him and Bai Fan… The world really is small.

Song Shimu still remembered the summer when Shen Tangyu came out. The child the family had always been so proud of suddenly announced without any warning in front of the whole clan that he liked boys.

Shen Tangyu was forced to kneel in the ancestral hall. His granduncle whipped him with a thumb-thick rattan cane, asking with each strike if he admitted his mistake. Shen Tangyu’s back was bloody and torn, his face pale, but his eyes remained stubborn as he gritted his teeth and insisted he wasn’t wrong.

Who would have thought that the person who made him so impulsive was actually Bai Fan.

With this evidence, Sui Xiying had no escape. Between corporate tax evasion and drugging her own father – all pushed forward by Lu Zhijin – she would never see the outside world again.

When they returned home, Lu Yike was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, with Little Prince resting his big head on his lap. Little Prince had now grown bigger than Lu Yike himself.

Mommy, Daddy, you’re back!Yes, was my baby good while staying home? Song Shimu picked up Lu Yike, nuzzling his milky-soft cheek with his nose.

Ke Ke was super good!

Looking at this scene, Lu Zhijin’s usually icy expression melted like a glacier. Only at home would he show such tender emotions.

Mommy, I’m still a little scared. Can you sleep with me tonight?

Lu Yike hugged Song Shimu timidly, his little face showing some embarrassment.

Lu Zhijin’s tender expression instantly shattered. His thick eyebrows immediately furrowed as he couldn’t help scolding the little ancestor.

Lu Yike, haven’t you been getting a bit too bold lately! Mommy has been sleeping with you for several days already!

Since the scare at the riding stable, Song Shimu had been worried about psychological effects on Lu Yike, so he’d been sleeping with him these past few days. Meanwhile, Lu Zhijin had been sleeping alone in his cold bed for several nights.

But I’m scared! Lu Yike clung to Song Shimu’s neck, pouting as he stared back at his father.

Stop pretending! You sleep like you’re performing a whole tai chi routine, drooling and talking in your sleep! What are you scared of? Not getting the drumstick?

After being mercilessly exposed by Lu Zhijin, little Lu Yike felt embarrassed and hugged Song Shimu while acting spoiled.

Mommy, look at Daddy! He’s so big but still needs someone to sleep with him, and he won’t even let me have my way!

Alright, alright.

Song Shimu laughed at the father-son pair bickering like elementary school students every day.

I’ll sleep with Ke Ke for one more night.

Having gotten his way, Lu Yike made a secret face at Lu Zhijin.

Having endured his cold bed for several days, Lu Zhijin absolutely wouldn’t let Lu Yike succeed again. In this battle between father and son, he was determined to win back his wife!

While Song Shimu went upstairs to change clothes, Lu Zhijin took Lu Yike aside to persuade him, making the little guy so serious-faced he stopped his cheeky antics.

Ke Ke, would you like to have a little brother or sister to play with?

Yes! I’d love that!

All the other children in the class had siblings, leaving him all alone and lonely.

But if you monopolize Mommy every day, you won’t be able to have a little brother or sister, Lu Zhijin pretended to say with a worried frown.

Really? Why? Lu Yike looked utterly innocent.

Because only when Mommy and Daddy sleep together every night and work hard together can there be a chance for you to have a little brother or sister.

Oh, I see.

Lu Yike furrowed his little brows, reached up to scratch his curly hair, and looked deep in thought.

Mommy, I’m not scared anymore. You should sleep with Daddy instead.

Huh? Why?

Song Shimu was puzzled. How had the little guy changed his mind in the short time it took her to change clothes, and why did he look so generously self-sacrificing?

Daddy needs you more! And I want a little brother or sister too!

Lu Zhijin, what strange things have you been teaching him again!

Song Shimu shouted angrily at Lu Zhijin’s retreating back as he went upstairs. For this family, she was truly worn out with worry!

Lu Zhijin had been especially energetic these past few days. Song Shimu was so exhausted at night that she couldn’t sleep well, waking up every morning with an aching back and sore body.

To make matters worse, this guy was full of tricks, having bought all sorts of strange outfits from who-knows-where, pestering Song Shimu to wear them every night.

With that handsome face of his acting cute in front of her every day and his sexy voice calling wifey, wifey, Song Shimu simply couldn’t refuse. In a daze, she would end up changing into them, only to be met with even more intense treatment.

Aren’t you afraid of exhausting yourself to death?

Song Shimu was drenched in sweat, her smooth back glistening with a dewy sheen. Breathing lightly, she lay sprawled across the man’s broad, firm chest.

That’s called being Buried in a gentle land.

Lu Zhijin’s large hands gripped her soft waist—how could it feel so good? So slender, smooth, and soft. His hands slid down from her waist and gave her full, perky bottom a squeeze.

Be careful not to overexert yourself!

Song Shimu couldn’t help but complain. Every time, she ended up exhausted to the point of passing out—how did this guy have so much stamina?

Thinking of this, Song Shimu couldn’t resist lifting her soft, weak arm to pinch him, but the man’s body was all solid muscle, firm and unyielding—she couldn’t even make a dent!

Are you worried about me?

Lu Zhijin chuckled softly, watching the woman’s kitten-like scratching. He grabbed her hand, brought it to his lips, and gently nibbled on her delicate, pale fingertips before lifting his hips to thrust into her.

I can still give you happiness. Want to keep going?

No more!

Song Shimu quickly begged for mercy, lifting herself to look at him. Her plump breasts pressed against his hard chest, so pale they seemed to glow. As her gaze traveled upward, Song Shimu’s eyes were red at the corners, her lips cherry-red, with a strand of hair stuck to the corner of her mouth—she looked utterly irresistible no matter how you saw her.

Lu Zhijin cupped her head and gently kissed those tempting lips, softly sucking on them. His voice was hoarse and deep.

Baby, don’t you know? You’re always unconsciously fanning the flames.

Song Shimu was truly exhausted. It took her several rounds of sweet-talking before Lu Zhijin finally let her go. He lifted her with one arm and carried her to the bathroom to wash up.

Every day, Lu Yike stood by the bedroom door early like a little scout.

Good morning, Mommy! Any news about my little brother or sister?

Oh, sweetie, don’t rush.

The two of them were in a stable relationship now, and the elders at home had been asking about their plans for pregnancy. Song Shimu wasn’t opposed to the idea—she just felt these things should happen naturally.

Lu’s mother sent various nourishing ingredients home every day, while Mother Song also arranged a diet plan for them with the help of nutrition experts. However, none were as anxious as Lu Yike.

He greeted them early every morning and gave earnest reminders before bed, acting as if he were working on some international project.

Does it put pressure on you? If so, I’ll talk to Mom.

Lu Zhijin held the person in his arms. Recently, Ms. Su had been extremely enthusiastic, and it was hard not to suspect that Lu Yike had secretly passed on information. He was worried that Song Shimu might feel pressured.

No, Mom isn’t forcing me at all.

Song Shimu smiled and leaned against Lu Zhijin’s chest. The people in their family were quite interesting—Ms. Su was the most childish grown-up among them.

That’s good, but I quite enjoy our nightly activities.

Lu Zhijin’s eyes teased, a satisfied smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

You old rascal!