After bringing the soup dumplings home, Lu Shiyu fed Ming Shu one. “Be careful, it’s hot. Is it good?”
Ming Shu squinted happily and nodded. “It’s delicious. Can I have another one?”
Lu Shiyu couldn’t help but laugh, kissing her slightly puffed cheek. “Of course.”
So she did care about him. The gloom he felt earlier while filming the show was now replaced with joy. He knew Ming Shu didn’t like being held, but he couldn’t resist sitting her on his lap. Using chopsticks, he picked up a fragrant soup dumpling and fed it to her.
Ming Shu’s cheeks puffed out on both sides, though it was hard to tell if it was from enjoying the food or from annoyance.
Even though they were married, she was someone with a strong sense of shame.
It was summer, and their clothes were thin, just a single layer of fabric. As her soft bottom sat on Lu Shiyu’s lap, Ming Shu could feel his firm and steady thigh muscles, giving her a sense of security. But she could also clearly feel his scorching body heat, making it hard not to let her thoughts wander.
With a husband like Lu Shiyu, it was difficult not to become a bit of a “thirst trap” enthusiast. She was already on the verge of falling for Lu Shiyu’s beautiful, toned muscles.
But Ming Shu had the desire without the courage. She truly didn’t dare make any moves, knowing that if she did, she’d be the one to suffer. Since ancient times, men enjoyed such things while women endured the hardships.
After eating a few soup dumplings, Ming Shu struggled to get up from Lu Shiyu’s lap.
“Husband, you eat now.”
She had already printed out the script for Heavenly Sword’s Fate. She needed to study it, memorize her lines, and delve into her character.
Even though she seemed free now, once the first episode of Sweet Journey aired, she would have to join the filming crew. Time wasn’t exactly plentiful.
Lu Shiyu tried a soup dumpling. Normally, he didn’t find them particularly tasty, but today’s flavor was decent.
Perhaps it was because it carried Ming Shu’s care, making it especially fragrant.
He unlocked his phone and posted a Weibo update.
@Lu Shiyu: [Photo] Eating soup dumplings today. Very fragrant, soft, and delicious.
【Ahhh! Good morning, Lu Shen!】
【Bro posted! Oh my, I’m so excited to be in the front row!】
【One day, Lu Shen finally remembered his Weibo password】
【I’m eating soup dumplings too! This must be fate between me and my idol. Rounding up, I’m having breakfast with him!】
【Bro, are you really going to join Sweet Journey?】
#Lu Shiyu Posts Breakfast Photo on Weibo# Trending!
The influence of a top-tier actor and national superstar was such that even a casual Weibo post could trend. Soon, this ordinary post garnered millions of likes, shares, and comments.
After posting, Lu Shiyu didn’t check his phone again. He finished two baskets of soup dumplings, cleaned up the table, and went to find Ming Shu, only to discover her happily eating from a tub of ice cream.
Ming Shu sat on the balcony with her back to him. Sunlight spilled over her porcelain-like skin, fair and tender with a hint of pink. She looked quite well-behaved, but…
The script for Heavenly Sword’s Fate lay open beside her, with some notes scribbled on it. The ice cream tub was cradled in her arms. She was clever, using a large spoon from home to scoop out big mouthfuls. A new tub of ice cream was already more than half gone.
Ming Shu narrowed her enchanting, alluring fox-like eyes, her plump lips red and moist, looking utterly satisfied.
Lu Shiyu had a vein throbbing at his temple, the fire in his heart blazing upward.
When a child is quiet, they’re definitely up to mischief.
No wonder she had been facing away from him the whole time without making a sound. Lu Shiyu laughed in exasperation, amazed at how she went to such lengths just to sneak some ice cream.
Ming Shu loved eating cold, icy treats, and she also enjoyed spicy, salty, and greasy foods—basically, whatever was unhealthy, she craved. Normally, Lu Shiyu only allowed her a little, but now, in the middle of summer, the peak season for ice cream lovers, how could Ming Shu possibly abide by the house rule—one ice cream every three days?
Lu Shiyu pulled her into his lap, casually setting the ice cream tub aside. He pinched her soft, tender cheek, forcing her mouth open to check if she had hidden any more inside.
Ming Shu innocently lowered her lashes and stuck out her strawberry-pink little tongue. Whether it was the fragrance of her mouth or the sweetness of the ice cream, Lu Shiyu stared intently for a full ten seconds, his gaze deep, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Don’t stick out your tongue to seduce me.”
“?!”
Ming Shu angrily retracted her tongue, her fair, tender baby cheeks puffing up slightly as she glared at him with clear, watery eyes.
Look at my eyes and say that again!
Lu Shiyu chuckled deeply.
What an adorable little baby, even throwing a tantrum is so cute. I wonder if a daughter in the future would be as adorable as her.
Ming Shu, flustered and angry, deflated like a punctured balloon, her soft body collapsing into his arms. She bumped her head forcefully against his shoulder—this spot wasn’t injured, so she could bump it all she wanted.
How infuriating!
She was throwing a fit, yet he was laughing. Where did that leave her as the head of the household?
Just yesterday, he said she was in charge of everything at home, and now she couldn’t even have a tub of ice cream. Look at this—this is three years of marital affection. What eternal love? It’s just the seven-year itch after only three years…
Lu Shiyu gave her bottom two light smacks as punishment. His heart ached for her, so he didn’t hit hard, but punishment was still necessary; otherwise, tomorrow she’d be devouring two tubs of ice cream.
“Do you know you were wrong?”
“No!”
Ming Shu buried her face in his elegant, slender neck, clinging to him, her clear, sweet, crisp little voice full of defiance.
Lu Shiyu pressed his lips together, originally intending to pretend to be angry, but now he just wanted to laugh. How could she be so adorable?
Leaning back against a black cushion, he held the sweet-smelling girl in his arms, gently stroking her back now and then. He wasn’t angry anymore, but she was still fuming. Worried she might get too worked up, Lu Shiyu turned to coax her instead.
“Be good, don’t be angry. I wasn’t scolding you just now. Remember when I took you to see the doctor before? The doctor said your stomach isn’t very strong, and you should eat less cold and spicy food, or you’ll get stomachaches.”
Lu Shiyu wasn’t often home, but every time he was on leave, he’d indulge Ming Shu in some ‘mischief.’ Although he was a bit unrestrained, he still cared about her health and didn’t dare to truly go overboard.
She was just a little fool. He loved her with restraint and caution, not wanting to truly harm her, yet she didn’t appreciate his consideration, clinging to him and pestering him, wanting to hurt the enemy a thousand while damaging herself eight hundred. But in this matter… not just one of her, even three of her wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him.
Lu Shiyu narrowed his phoenix eyes, feeling a bit nostalgic. He wondered when they could be reckless again.
Ming Shu asked, “Then should I eat a little less every day?”
She was even bargaining. After eating half a bucket of ice cream, she shouldn’t have any more for at least half a month.
Lu Shiyu had already made up his mind, but he didn’t crush Ming Shu’s hopes. He coaxed her gently, “It depends on your behavior. If you behave well and don’t ruin your health, I’ll let you have the rest.”
Ming Shu got up from his embrace. She had sweated a little, making her sweet and pleasant natural fragrance even more intense. Lu Shiyu cupped her face and gently, restrainedly kissed her forehead. “Darling, I love you. Please don’t make me worry so much, okay?”