When Li Xiaole received Ming Shu’s call, her eyes widened in shock as she hurriedly asked, “Ming Shu, did your husband really agree to let you go on Sweet Journey?”
Ming Shu: “Yes, Lu Shiyu even called the TV station and the director himself.”
Li Xiaole rubbed her face, her brows nearly twisting into knots.
Because Ming Shu often used to call and complain about Lu Shiyu, Li Xiaole knew just how possessive and controlling he was. If not for him, Ming Shu’s acting career wouldn’t have been so difficult.
Li Xiaole had originally thought that with Ming Shu’s amnesia, Lu Shiyu would seize the opportunity to do something—like brainwash Ming Shu into a little fool who only knew how to call him “husband.” Wasn’t that Lu Shiyu’s long-standing fantasy? But he hadn’t done anything. Instead, he agreed to let Ming Shu act and appear on variety shows.
The sun hadn’t risen from the west, so what was Lu Shiyu scheming?
“Ahaha… haha…” Li Xiaole forced out a stiff laugh. “That’s really great news! Sweet Journey is a hugely popular show. Going on it will boost your visibility. It’s just… just be careful.”
She didn’t dare say more.
Lu Shiyu was on the phone with Pei Sen, telling him—or more accurately, informing Pei Sen—that he would be participating in “Sweet Journey.”
Pei Sen: “Young Master Lu, your schedule for the second half of the month…”
Lu Shiyu replied calmly, “Cancel everything.”
Pei Sen: “Director Zhao invited you to play the male lead in his new film. He scheduled a dinner next week. Should that be canceled too?”
Lu Shiyu: “Yes.”
Pei Sen: “Alright, I’ll go adjust your schedule right away.”
He cautiously asked, “Should your schedule be coordinated with the Consort’s?”
Lu Shiyu: “Yes, do it that way.”
Pei Sen knew he had guessed right.
Ming Shu was Lu Shiyu’s heart’s treasure. He served her tirelessly at home all day, and even if she climbed on top of his head to throw her weight around, Lu Shiyu would lend her a hand, spoiling her endlessly. Coordinating his schedule with hers was a trivial matter.
The news that Lu Shiyu would be participating in the couples’ variety show spread across the internet, even topping YouTube’s trending list.
Ming Shu didn’t dare look at her phone. She knew what everyone online was discussing. Lying lazily on the bed, she felt a twinge of regret.
There were many ways to show affection; there was no need to go on a variety show, especially when she had amnesia. In front of the camera, every detail would be magnified. What if she and Lu Shiyu didn’t perform well and it backfired?
“Ugh—”
She groaned, burying her head in a pillow, her fair, smooth calves kicking at the blanket.
When Lu Shiyu walked into the bedroom, he saw a certain little white rabbit frolicking on the bed and couldn’t help but smile. “Are you that happy about going on the show?”
Ming Shu mumbled indistinctly, “Yeah…”
Hearing the odd tone in her voice, Lu Shiyu wrapped an arm around her waist and effortlessly pulled her into his embrace. His slender, jade-like fingers adjusted the strap of her nightgown, which had slipped off her shoulder, revealing a glimpse of spring that left little concealed.
Ming Shu knelt on Lu Shiyu’s lap, her skin snow-white and her cheeks rosy. Pouting delicately, her innocent yet alluring little posture made Lu Shiyu adore her beyond words.
He loved her charming naivety, even finding her little tantrums adorable. A scorching kiss landed on the petite woman’s shoulder, trailing along her enchanting curves and fragrant flesh until it reached the lips he most longed to linger upon.
She had no idea how long they had been kissing, but it always ended with her brain running out of oxygen.
“Husband…” she murmured unconsciously.
“Darling, I’m here.”
“I’ve never been on a variety show before, and I’m a little scared.”
“Then let’s not go, okay? We can use the free time to travel, just the two of us, with no one else around.”
Ming Shu immediately shook her head at the suggestion.
What difference would that make from staying at home? If she didn’t work and stayed home, Lu Shiyu would just spend all day catching her lips to kiss.
She knew she was beautiful from head to toe, but they couldn’t just keep kissing all the time. If Lu Shiyu weren’t so handsome, his frequency of kissing would practically count as harassment within a marriage.
Lu Shiyu carried her to the living room to watch TV, because only when watching movies or TV would she obediently let him hold her and stay in his arms.
He probably didn’t have skin hunger syndrome, and even if he did, his self-control would help him overcome it. But when it came to Ming Shu, he had no chance of winning—like a cat encountering catnip, kissing and hugging became addictive, and he couldn’t control the inner craving.
Ming Shu said, “How about we watch Sweet Journey? I haven’t seen it yet.”
Lu Shiyu replied, “Okay.”
He ignored the little hand that had slipped under his shirt. Well, he had worked so hard to build his physique—abs, shark lines, and all—just for his wife to touch. But his precious wife was too shy, so he had to pretend nothing was happening, or else she’d get flustered and angry and stay far away from him.
Just then, Li Ye’s call came through.
Lu Shiyu answered, “Hello?”
Ming Shu wasn’t paying attention to the variety show; she was lost in…
The feel of Lu Shiyu’s abs—absolutely amazing!
Why does my husband have such a great body? I can’t resist it!
Lu Shiyu said, “Okay, no problem.”
After he hung up, Ming Shu snapped out of her daze and asked, confused, “What did the director say?”
Lu Shiyu replied, “The production team is coming tomorrow to film a prelude.”
Ming Shu nodded seriously. Even during dinner that evening, she kept watching Sweet Journey, trying to absorb as much experience as possible, afraid she wouldn’t perform well.
After dinner, Lu Shiyu, as usual, cleaned up the kitchen, tidied the house, and even hand-washed her intimate clothing for her.
Ming Shu felt guilty about doing nothing, as it made her seem useless, so she asked, “Husband, should I help pack our luggage? Where are our suitcases kept?”
Lu Shiyu replied, “In the basement, the second door after exiting the home theater.”
Ming Shu said, “Okay, I’ll go get the suitcases out.”
This was a small task she could definitely help with.
After washing the clothes in his hands, Lu Shiyu suddenly thought of something and hurried downstairs to the basement.
Following Lu Shiyu’s instructions, Ming Shu pushed open the storage room door, picked out two suitcases, and wheeled them out.
She noticed a nearby door wasn’t fully closed, so she pushed it open and glanced inside.
What she saw froze her in place.
Were those tools hanging on the wall… torture devices?
Ming Shu knew deep down they weren’t torture devices—they were… something too embarrassing to mention.
Why were these things in their house, and so many of them?!
It looked like a Taobao shop had opened here!
“You saw them.”
A cool, dark male voice sounded above her head.
Ming Shu’s scalp tingled, her small body trembling as she dared not turn around.
Though it was such a familiar voice, it now sounded utterly strange.
Even though she had lost her memory, she was certain she wouldn’t have bought such shameful things. That meant they could only have been bought by Lu Shiyu.
“I… I didn’t see anything, I’m going to bed!” Ming Shu tried to walk away, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of her chest. She didn’t know what she was so afraid of, but the fear came from deep within.
“Darling.” Lu Shiyu effortlessly pulled her into his embrace, his fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
His phoenix eyes still held a gentle smile, but to Ming Shu, he was nothing but a devil in sheep’s clothing!
“Darling, this is the Contemplation Chamber, a place for reflection and inner peace. Don’t overthink it, okay?”
“You’re lying… What Contemplation Chamber? It’s just a Reflection Room.”
Ming Shu lowered her eyes, refusing to look at Lu Shiyu, her courage completely gone. Her legs went weak, and she would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her up.
“I saw the whip.”