Ming Shu didn’t make a sound. She hadn’t even realized that her little foot was resting on Lu Shiyu’s instep. Her fair, pink toes curled unconsciously, sending a mix of pain and pleasure through Lu Shiyu. Half of his handsome face was buried in the pillow as he let out a low, magnetic groan. He truly didn’t have any skin hunger disorder—it was just that his wife was too delicate and adorable, and his self-control was slipping.
Hearing the sound, Ming Shu, who had been frowning in deep thought, glanced at Lu Shiyu.
“Does the wound hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t. Baby, you still haven’t answered my question from earlier.”
Lu Shiyu scratched her soft palm and intertwined his fingers with hers again. His deep, affectionate phoenix eyes gazed at her with a wet, pleading look, like a pitiful, insecure big dog.
He was tall and imposing, with an intense presence. The act of playing weak and pitiful didn’t suit him—who would pity a majestic, awe-inspiring giant wolf just because it had suffered a minor injury?
But beauty could be blinding.
Ming Shu nodded, saying she believed him.
“But you have to get rid of those things!”
“I’ll do whatever you say. I was just curious for a moment and didn’t actually plan to use them.”
Hearing his words, Ming Shu breathed a sigh of relief. Glancing at the time, she saw it was already 3 a.m. She quickly slipped under the covers. The filming crew would arrive at eight the next morning, and if she didn’t sleep now, how would she get up on time?
Lu Shiyu glanced at the gap between himself and Ming Shu, then moved closer, wrapping his arm around her slender shoulders. His magnetic, captivating voice whispered coquettishly in her ear, “Good baby, don’t be angry anymore. You’re the one who calls the shots in this household. I’ll definitely throw those things away.”
The Ming Family Head was very pleased with his flattery and allowed him to hold her like that as she fell asleep.
Lu Shiyu wasn’t very sleepy. Propping his head up with one hand, he gazed at the innocent, serene sleeping face of the little treasure in his arms, his eyes filled with a sickly obsession. The current Lu Shiyu had nothing to do with gentleness and elegance, and even “refined scum” wasn’t enough to describe him.
If she regained her memories and found out he had deceived her, she would surely be furious. The current affection and sweetness would turn into deadly poison in the future. But what could he do? Even if it meant death, he would never let go.
“You are mine, and only mine.”
…
The next day.
The filming crew of Sweet Journey arrived early. A bustling crowd set up camera positions and installed fixed cameras in the villa’s common areas.
Perhaps because Lu Shiyu’s status was too high, the production director and crew members were unusually numerous. If the villa hadn’t been large enough, it wouldn’t have accommodated them all.
Li Ye asked Lu Shiyu, “Mr. Lu, is Ms. Ming here?”
They had been there for over an hour and had only seen Lu Shiyu, with no sign of Ming Shu.
Rumors online said they were a contract couple. Could it be they didn’t even live together?
A top-tier film emperor and a C-list actress, three years of a marriage that seemed harmonious on the surface but was drifting apart—would Sweet Journey ignite sparks between them? Or would they grow further apart?
It was full of potential drama, with no need to worry about the show’s popularity.
Lu Shiyu glanced at the time and said, “She’s still sleeping. I’ll go wake her up.”
Li Ye smiled and replied, “Alright, we’ll officially begin once both of you are here.”
Lu Shiyu glanced at the cameraman following him and said, “Wait for us downstairs.”
As soon as he spoke, no one dared to move.
Li Ye sighed. Even a top-tier star like Zhou Yichen wouldn’t dare speak to the production team in a commanding tone. But who could blame him? The person before him was Lu Shiyu—a superstar among superstars. If he decided to throw his weight around, the production team truly had no choice but to comply.
Fortunately, he didn’t make any unreasonable demands; he simply asked the crew not to follow him upstairs.
Lu Shiyu entered the bedroom, kissed his sleeping little darling, and whispered gently, “Sweetheart, my love, it’s time to wake up. The sun is already high in the sky. The director and crew are here, waiting for us downstairs. Do you want to sleep a little longer? I can ask them to wait a bit more.”
Ming Shu reluctantly opened her eyes. Though she still wanted to sleep, driven by her professionalism as an artist, she forced her eyes wide open and stumbled toward the bathroom.
Lu Shiyu followed closely behind. Seeing her nearly bump into the wall, he quickly pulled her into his arms.
He affectionately tapped her little nose, squeezed toothpaste onto her brush, and helped her brush her teeth.
Ming Shu kept her eyes closed the entire time, like a sleepy little rabbit, almost covering her eyes with her hands.
Lu Shiyu chuckled softly, “Should I carry you downstairs, my love?”
Ming Shu’s drowsy mind instantly cleared, and she quickly shook her head.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, she lowered her gaze and noticed Lu Shiyu tying a bow on her dress. His jade-like fingers gently wrapped the pink ribbon, tender and romantic, much like the smile on his face.
It seemed she had never seen Lu Shiyu lose his temper. Even after yesterday’s argument, he was the first to back down and apologize. When his phoenix-like eyes looked at her, they were always deep and affectionate, making her seem so delicate and temperamental in comparison.
Ming Shu said awkwardly, “I can walk on my own. How is your wound? Have you changed the dressing?”
Lu Shiyu remained silent, his eyes noticeably dimming.
Ming Shu asked, “Are you angry?”
Lu Shiyu replied, “My love, you still haven’t forgiven me, have you? You won’t even call me ‘husband.’”
Ming Shu shook her head but still didn’t call him “husband.”
It wasn’t his fault; it was her own mindset. Since losing her memory, she had only thought of Lu Shiyu as her boyfriend. Calling him “husband” in front of others felt embarrassing to her.
Lu Shiyu was in a foul mood, his eyes tinged with gloom and frustration. He wanted to grab her by the waist, drag her to bed, and teach her a lesson. Not even calling him “husband”—was she trying to rebel?
He patted Ming Shu’s head and wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked downstairs.
If she didn’t want to call him that, so be it. There would come a time when she’d want to but wouldn’t be able to utter a word.
When the two appeared at the top of the stairs, all the cameras shifted toward them.
Although Lu Shiyu had his arm around Ming Shu’s waist, there was no trace of a smile on his face. Ming Shu kept her eyes downcast, not even exchanging a glance with him.
A couple in name only—confirmed!
Li Ye felt he had uncovered the truth. So, the rumors circulating online were actually true!
These two probably didn’t live together normally and were only sharing a space for the sake of the show.
Every family has its own troubles. Having a husband of such high status might not be such a good thing after all.
After Ming Shu and Lu Shiyu sat on the sofa with their microphones on, Li Ye asked, “Mr. Lu, Ms. Ming, may I ask why you decided to join Sweet Journey?”
Ming Shu replied, “I feel there are many misunderstandings about us. My relationship with Mr. Lu isn’t as bad as people online make it out to be.”
Lu Shiyu chimed in with an agreeing “Mm.”
Li Ye thought to himself: But from what I can see, your marital relationship doesn’t seem all that great either…
“The two of you just woke up and haven’t had breakfast, right? We’ve prepared two sandwiches and some cherry tomatoes for you.”
Lu Shiyu took the plate handed over by the production crew.
Ming Shu smiled and said, “Thank you.”
She picked up a sandwich and started eating. Hmm? There’s seafood inside, and it’s a bit spicy. It suits her taste perfectly, but it seems Lu Shiyu won’t be able to eat it.
Li Ye asked a few more questions, which Ming Shu and Lu Shiyu took turns answering.
Lu Shiyu only ate two cherry tomatoes, while the rest of the food, including both sandwiches, ended up in Ming Shu’s stomach.
Seeing this, Li Ye shook his head inwardly.
His questions were trivial; the key point was that breakfast.
Not only did the couple not sweetly feed each other, but Ming Shu also very domineeringly ate everything. Who knows how bad their relationship is in private.
The production crew had recorded plenty of material and had already started packing up.
Ming Shu returned to the bedroom and put on a hat and a mask.
Lu Shiyu grabbed her wrist, his eyes filled with tension, afraid she might run away from home again. “Baby, where are you going?”
Ming Shu: “You haven’t had breakfast yet. I’m going to buy you some hot steamed buns. You’ve suffered such serious external injuries—you can’t eat spicy food or seafood, as it’s not good for your recovery. Besides, that sandwich earlier was cold, and you shouldn’t eat cold food either.”
Those beautiful, firm abs, shark lines, and chest muscles are her favorites. They absolutely can’t scar, or who would she cry to?
Lu Shiyu’s heart instantly softened. He held her and kissed her for a long time, then took her hand to go outside and buy breakfast together.
The production crew, filming outside the villa area, happened to capture the scene of Lu Shiyu and Ming Shu buying breakfast.