Su Yueheng was wrapped from head to toe in a bath towel, wearing nothing underneath. The relaxed expression on her face froze the moment she saw the unfamiliar man. Her mind blanked for a few seconds.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, and she instinctively shrank back. “Y-you—you!”
A “black charcoal man”!
Whose crazy woman’s husband is this?!
Why is he here?
Su Yueheng subconsciously judged that the man looked big and rough. She was dressed inconveniently, and if they fought, she would definitely be at a disadvantage.
She grabbed a wooden stick from nearby, held one hand over her chest to avoid exposing herself, and raised the stick defensively with the other hand. Using all her strength, she shouted, “A pervert!! Help!!”
The moment Lu Xingzhou saw Su Yueheng, he was also stunned. He never expected his future wife to be in the house—slim waist, long legs, damp hair falling along her collarbone into the bath towel, her fair face flushed with a delicate pink.
For a man who had maintained a steady heartbeat for over thirty years, his heart suddenly began to race.
His feet felt heavy, as if rooted to the ground, faced with such a stunning girl fresh out of the bath—it was a challenge to any man.
No man could remain calm.
Lu Xingzhou quickly regained his senses and turned his head away, about to explain, when she suddenly shouted “pervert!”
He didn’t have time to clarify. Being mistaken for a pervert in his own home—if outsiders came and saw this, it would be impossible to explain even at the disciplinary office.
He stepped forward quickly, disarmed her in a few moves, and covered her mouth. The moment his large hand touched her soft skin, it felt like touching a cloud—if he used even a little force, she might seem like she would break apart.
He immediately softened his strength. His usually expressionless face showed a hint of awkwardness and panic. “I’m not a pervert. I live here.”
Su Yueheng struggled, her eyes misty and glaring at him, clearly not believing him.
If she hadn’t met him on the train before, she definitely wouldn’t believe a word.
Scum. Pervert.
Trash.
A disgrace to humanity.
She cursed him with every dirty word she could think of in her mind, all aimed at the so-called righteous-looking “black charcoal head.”
It was all her fault for being dressed inconveniently. Otherwise, she would definitely kick his… well, that place to the sky!
Lu Xingzhou met her pitiful eyes and suddenly thought of a deer he had once seen in the mountains during a mission—clear, pure, untouched by the world.
His voice softened. “I’ll let go now and step outside. Put your clothes on. I’ll go find my mother and come back to explain.”
Su Yueheng blinked quickly, signaling she understood.
But inside, she thought otherwise.
Going to find Aunt Lu was just an excuse—he was trying to escape after failing to take advantage of her.
The moment Lu Xingzhou stepped back, she suddenly lowered her head and rammed into his chest.
So hard!
She immediately felt dizzy.
When she looked up, she saw his handsome face with a helpless smile, not having moved even a step back.
She muttered, “That didn’t work…”
She lost her balance and was placed onto the bed. Instinctively, she struggled, not noticing that her bath towel was loosening.
Standing by the bed, Lu Xingzhou noticed immediately and quickly threw a military coat over her.
The green uniform covered her fair skin. Her flushed, angry face looked like a blooming rose.
He turned to leave—and saw Lu Mingjue standing at the door.
Lu Mingjue glanced at the scene of Su Yueheng on the bed and immediately understood everything.
Her expression darkened. “Lu Xingzhou! How could you be so impatient?!”
Lu Xingzhou was stunned. “Mom, I—”
“Get out!”
“Yes.”
The door closed.
On the bed, Su Yueheng slowly recovered.
Actually, a few seconds before Lu Mingjue shouted Lu Xingzhou’s name, she had already regained clarity and noticed the situation with the bath towel and the military coat, which carried a faint smell of sweat, smoke, and the chaotic scent of travel.
She tightened her grip on the sleeve hanging beside her, her face flushed red.
So he really was Lu Xingzhou? He wasn’t lying? Then didn’t that mean her image was completely ruined just now?
And what about that woman on the train?
She already had some guesses.
As the door closed, she quickly got up and changed into sleepwear before heading downstairs.
Downstairs.
Lu Xingzhou stood against the wall in a green shirt, upright like a soldier at attention. With a serious expression, he reported what had just happened.
After hearing him out, Lu Mingjue’s anger subsided slightly. “Next time you come back, inform me in advance.”
“Yes.”
“Alright, go upstairs and find Yueheng. You two should get to know each other.”
Just then, they heard footsteps upstairs. The old lady stopped speaking and quickly put on a kind smile. “Ah Heng, I already heard from Lu Xingzhou about what happened earlier. It’s my fault—if I had known he was coming back today, I wouldn’t have gone out.”
She stepped forward, concern in her eyes. “Are you alright? Were you scared? Do you want to hit Lu Xingzhou a couple of times to let off steam?”
She waved at Lu Xingzhou.
Lu Xingzhou saw the drastic change in his mother’s attitude and felt a flash of shock in his deep eyes. Seeing her signal, he already began unfastening his military collar.
The uniform must not be hit—without it, it was fine.
Su Yueheng noticed him revealing his muscular chest, defined abs, broad shoulders and narrow waist, his movements calm and controlled. Her breathing slowed, her eyes fixed on him without blinking.
His expression remained cold as he slowly buttoned his shirt, one button at a time—effortlessly, deliberately, almost teasingly.
As he approached and sat beside her, his presence carried a subtle pressure. His throat moved slightly as he leaned closer, as if intentionally showing himself.
Su Yueheng bit her lip lightly, her hands fidgeting nervously. Her mind was filled with inappropriate thoughts.
She was a face-obsessed person after all—otherwise, she wouldn’t have been fooled in her past life by a man like Mei Xinhang just because of his appearance.
This time, she was truly eating well.