A private hospital.
Ming Shu leaned against the hospital bed, admiring her own appearance in a pink cartoon pig mirror.
Her skin was as fair as snow, delicate and flawless, with a pair of eyes that sparkled with life. Although her face bore a hint of illness, it only made the beauty appear more fragile and pitiable. Even Ming Shu herself felt the urge to comfort the sickly beauty in the mirror.
This face was exceptionally beautiful—a slight bow of the head and a smile would evoke shyness, a slight furrow of the brow would stir pity. Born with such looks, she was destined for the entertainment industry.
Madam Ming: “Sweetie, do you remember what I told you?”
Ming Shu nodded obediently: “I’ve been married to the national film emperor Lu Shiyu for three years. Now he’s trying to divorce me, but I love him deeply. Before losing my memory, I made every effort to stop the divorce.”
She was just a flop star, completely incomparable to a top-tier superstar like Lu Shiyu.
Who would have thought that before losing her memory, she had been so capable as to marry Lu Shiyu?
Thinking of Lu Shiyu’s face, universally recognized as godly, and his seductive, alluring physique… even though he married young, she wasn’t losing out!
Madam Ming: “So, do you want to divorce him now?”
Ming Shu: “Of course not! Before losing my memory, I tried everything to stop the divorce, and he was almost ready to give in. If I agree to divorce now, wouldn’t all my efforts go to waste?”
Madam Ming beamed with joy: “That’s exactly the right way to think. Your father and I are going on vacation to Santorini. Remember what I said—live a good life with Lu Shiyu.”
Watching Madam Ming’s cheerful retreating figure, Ming Shu was filled with confusion.
I was in a car accident and lost part of my memory. Even though it’s nothing serious, are you sure you don’t want to stay with me a little longer?
“Su Jin’er and Zhou Yichen are trending! They’re so sweet!”
“Liangchen Meijing is the best!”
“Zhou Yichen learned to cook for his wife! Ahhh, Su Jin’er is so lucky!”
The door wasn’t fully closed, and the chatter outside drifted into Ming Shu’s ears.
She put down the small mirror and opened Weibo.
#Liangchen Meijing# Trending!
#Su Jin’er Zhou Yichen Love Breakfast# Trending!
[Liangchen Meijing is so sweet, wuwuwuwu! I declare them the sweetest couple in the domestic entertainment industry!]
[This reminds me of the Bingtang Couple… The sweeter Liangchen Meijing is, the more bitter the Bingtang Couple becomes.]
[Who are the Bingtang Couple?]
[Let me introduce the niche shipping fan couple ‘Bingtang Couple.’ ‘Bing’ is Ming Shu, the ceiling of intense beauty who just can’t catch a break. ‘Tang’ is Lu Shiyu. Although there are few private photos, every viral god-tier picture shows him with a gentle, super sweet smile!]
[How heartless to trick newcomers into shipping the Bingtang Couple! Even dogs wouldn’t ship them. They’re just a contractual couple and will divorce sooner or later.]
[Lu Shiyu is super sweet? I wouldn’t dare say such nonsense even with my eyes closed!]
Ming Shu found these comments hilarious. Her husband was Lu Shiyu! The Lu Shiyu whose smile was charming and mesmerizing, with an incredibly sexy physique!
Divorce was out of the question. She would never give those little vixens a chance!
As for the Liangchen Meijing that netizens were discussing, Ming Shu just wanted to gag.
After she broke up with Zhou Yichen, he soared to fame and seemed to have become a top-tier star in the domestic entertainment industry. He married the young and beautiful film empress Su Jin’er, and as soon as the happy news was announced, blessings poured in from all sides, and their shipping fan count skyrocketed.
Unfortunately, no one knew that Zhou Yichen had cheated, and Su Jin’er was the other woman. Sweet? They were just two pieces of trash.
Ming Shu no longer had any feelings for Zhou Yichen. In fact, she couldn’t even remember why she had ever dated him in the first place.
Sigh.
What woman hasn’t encountered a scumbag? It’s just a trial every fairy has to go through.
…
A black Bentley was parked in the hospital garage.
The driver said, “Mr. Lu, we’ve arrived.”
Lu Shiyu didn’t respond, merely glancing down at the trending topics on Weibo.
He didn’t care for entertainment news, but Ming Shu loved it, and every time she saw Zhou Yichen and Su Jin’er flaunting their affection, she would throw a tantrum.
“Mr. Lu, shall I go up to fetch Consort?”
“No need, you can step out first.”
Lu Shiyu dialed Madam Ming’s number.
“Mother-in-law, thank you for helping me persuade Ming Shu.”
“We’re family, no need for thanks. You and Ming Shu have been married for three years, yet she’s still hung up on Zhou Yichen—how does that look? This car accident has something to do with Zhou Yichen, doesn’t it? Don’t hide it from me, I already know. She’s been utterly unreasonable. Please be patient with her.”
Madam Ming felt both heartache for her daughter and frustration that her daughter didn’t appreciate her blessings.
Lu Shiyu came from a good family, was popular, handsome, and polite. He took care of all the household chores, from cleaning to cooking. Such a gentle, considerate, humble, and well-mannered young man was impossible to find anywhere else, yet Ming Shu was still crying and demanding a divorce.
Worried that Lu Shiyu might be all show and no substance, Madam Ming had stayed with the young couple for a few days. To her surprise, she discovered that Lu Shiyu had absolutely no authority at home.
Whenever Ming Shu was upset, she would cry and fuss at Lu Shiyu, and he would hold her and comfort her. Once she was soothed, she would lash out at him, complaining that his cooking was unpalatable or not fresh enough, demanding he go buy groceries again.
Madam Ming, who thought her son-in-law’s cooking was exceptional, was utterly baffled: Even an emperor wouldn’t be this hard to please, would he?
But that was just one thing—after all, everyone has different tastes.
Ming Shu preferred staying at home, occasionally venturing into the garden in her pretty little shoes. However, her shoes had too many ribbons and were difficult to put on.
When she couldn’t tie them properly herself, she would cry and throw a tantrum. Lu Shiyu would immediately stop whatever he was doing, gently wipe her tears, kneel down on one knee, and help her put on her shoes. He would even ask if she needed him to carry her to the garden, explaining that their garden was quite large and her feet might get tired if she walked around in high heels.
Ming Shu would ignore him, wandering aimlessly through the garden until she grew tired, then call Lu Shiyu to come pick her up.
Yes, even in her own garden, she made her husband come fetch her.
And Lu Shiyu indulged her, almost never refusing any of her requests.
For instance, when Lu Shiyu was on a business call, Ming Shu would suddenly jump onto his back to startle him. Lu Shiyu never got angry; instead, he would support her bottom with one hand, afraid she might fall. After finishing the call, he wouldn’t scold her for her behavior but would hold her in his arms, comforting and kissing her, spoiling her rotten.
Similar incidents were too numerous to count.
Madam Ming had initially thought her daughter was just a bit spoiled, but now she realized Ming Shu wasn’t just spoiled—she was a downright drama queen!
Even her own mother couldn’t stand it, yet Lu Shiyu tolerated all of Ming Shu’s antics. He would even massage her ankles, telling her not to walk too much because her skin was delicate and blisters would be painful.
With such a blissful life, what more did Ming Shu want?
To reach for the heavens?
If she divorced Lu Shiyu, who else would tolerate and indulge her like this?
Zhou Yichen?
Hah, Zhou Yichen was a heartless and ungrateful man, nothing compared to the devoted and affectionate Lu Shiyu.
People, when they’re used to living in a jar of sugar, forget what bitterness tastes like.
Lu Shiyu: “Don’t worry, I will take good care of Ming Shu.”
Madam Ming: “Of course I trust you.”
After chatting for a few more sentences, they hung up the phone.
The man let out a soft sigh with his elegant and gentle voice. His phoenix eyes lowered slightly, carrying a hint of a suppressed smile, while a trace of dark, almost deranged intensity lurked deep within his gaze.
He knew why Ming Shu wanted a divorce—not because of Zhou Yichen, but because Ming Shu was afraid of him.
“Heh.”
“Why run? You’ve only made yourself so pitiful.”
“With your leg injured, how will you run now?”
…
Knock, knock—
Ming Shu had just changed into a little dress when she heard the knocking. She said, “Come in.”
She was lowering her head to tie a bow when she looked up and froze.
The man standing at the door was breathtakingly handsome—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. A simple white shirt and black trousers accentuated his refined and clean appearance, like amber soaked in spring water, gentle, elegant, restrained, and reserved, with a faint aura of starlight radiating from him.
“He’s even more handsome in person…”
“Huh?”
Before Lu Shiyu could react, he saw a pink little cannonball rushing toward him. He crossed his arms, blocking her approach.
“Husband~”
Ming Shu called out sweetly. Seeing his reaction, she became even more convinced of Madam Ming’s words—Lu Shiyu wanted a divorce, but she did not.