Lu Shiyu tossed aside the water bottle and carried her to the sofa.
Ming Shu rested her chin on the man’s shoulder, her fingertips clutching his clothes tinged with a shy blush.
“I… I can walk by myself. It’s too much trouble to have you carry me all the time.”
“Good girl, hubby likes holding you.”
Lu Shiyu nestled with her on the sofa, his arm resting on her soft, slender waist. Even though the sofa was long and wide, he insisted on squeezing close to her. Tall and broad-shouldered, from a distance, he seemed to cradle the petite Ming Shu in his arms, his possessiveness evident and his eyes filled with infatuated adoration.
Ming Shu’s cheeks flushed red. Her husband was both handsome and unfamiliar, and he was so close—who wouldn’t feel shy?
She only felt they were too close, completely unaware of how compromising their position was, and unable to see the look in Lu Shiyu’s eyes that seemed ready to devour her.
“What would you like for dinner?” he asked gently.
“You’re cooking? You know how to cook?” Ming Shu was surprised. A superstar adored by millions—could he really cook?!
“Mm, I always cook at home.”
“I’m not picky. Just make it a bit spicy.”
Lu Shiyu kissed her forehead and stood up to head to the kitchen.
She truly wasn’t picky—she’d eat anything, including fried chicken and cola. But how could Lu Shiyu indulge her with junk food? So he learned to cook. However, Ming Shu didn’t like his meals and often went on hunger strikes. He didn’t know if he was being too strict or if she genuinely disliked his cooking.
Sitting on the sofa, Ming Shu opened her phone and browsed Weibo, immediately spotting her husband trending.
#Lu Shiyu Wraps Filming# Explosive!
@Lu Shiyu: Wrapped filming. [Photo]
【Congratulations on wrapping!】
【Hubby is so handsome ahhhhh!】
【Looking forward to Lu Shen’s “Timed Rescue”!】
【Bro! Post a selfie! Post a selfie! Wuwuwu… it’s been a year since your last selfie, wuwuwu…】
【Your bro’s selfies are priceless. Better to urge him for a new movie than a selfie, doge.jpg】
【I heard “Sweet Journey” invited Lu Shen. Will he go? Will he? Will he?】
【Just the show’s usual fan-baiting tactics. A big shot like Lu Shen doesn’t need variety shows to make money—one of his movies earns more than others doing seven or eight shows.】
【Don’t derail the topic! Looking forward to Lu Shen’s new movie. I heard he’s playing a special forces soldier this time. Uniform enthusiasts are already drooling.】
【When’s the release? I’m so scared I won’t be able to get tickets.】
The Weibo post from last night already had over a million likes, reposts, and comments.
Ming Shu was almost crying with envy.
Truly a top-tier superstar—just three words and a photo could explode on the trending list.
She exited the super topic page and checked her own follower count—only around five million. The latest Weibo post had just over a thousand comments…
Ming Shu fell into deep thought.
Three years—this was the empire she’d built in the entertainment industry. How utterly disheartening!
The gap between her and Lu Shiyu wasn’t just a little—it was astronomical.
When would she ever receive the kind of treatment Lu Shiyu got?
Maybe only in her dreams.
“Dinner’s ready.”
Lu Shiyu took off his apron, walked over, wrapped his arm around Ming Shu’s waist, lifted her by her bottom, and carried her to the dining room just like that.
Ming Shu felt smug inside.
So what if he’s a top-tier superstar?
He still has to cook for me at home.
The dejected Ming Family Head instantly perked up!
Lu Shiyu watched as she puffed her cheeks in a sulk one moment, then smiled with curved eyes the next. Her adorable little expressions lifted his mood considerably.
“Try it, see if you like it.” Lu Shiyu picked up a piece of spicy diced chicken for her.
“Mmm…” Ming Shu chewed, her eyes lighting up: “So delicious! Lu Shiyu, if you ever stop being famous, you could open a restaurant and support yourself!”
“Then I’d probably fail to support myself and starve.”
“Why?”
Ming Shu stuffed two more pieces of chicken into her mouth, her fair, tender cheeks puffing out directly.
Lu Shiyu wiped her mouth, his eyes gentle and smiling: “I only cook for you.”
Ming Shu’s face flushed.
Whether from the spice or from shyness was unclear.
Lu Shiyu particularly loved seeing her blush. In the past, she would only blush in bed; outside of it, she was icy cold. She was too afraid of him to blush with shyness and charm. Her skin was delicate and fair, and when she blushed, it looked exceptionally beautiful, as if dusted with a layer of pink sugar frosting, tempting one to take a lick.
Thinking it, he also acted on it, leaning down to give her cheek a gentle peck.
It was indeed very sweet and tender.
Ming Shu covered her cheek, her watery eyes glaring at him fiercely. Even if he was her husband, he couldn’t just bite her cheek!
Before she could question him, Lu Shiyu lowered his gaze, his handsome face tinged with gloom and sorrow: “You used to dislike the meals I cooked, and even said… there was no taste of happiness in the food, that even pigs wouldn’t eat it.”
Ming Shu, who was currently stuffing chicken into her mouth: ?
“Did I really say that?”
“Yes.”
“Then… then I apologize. Maybe my taste buds were off before. Your cooking is amazing, I love it!”
“Baby, you don’t need to apologize. I’m your husband; serving you and meeting your needs is what I should do. I have no complaints. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
After the meal, Lu Shiyu, like a diligent Cinderella, began washing dishes and cleaning.
Ming Shu, with her sprained foot propped up, sprawled on the sofa, thinking that before her amnesia, she was probably a tyrant at home!
Bullying Lu Shiyu all day, tormenting him until he had no status in the family.
She was so bad.
But that was all before the amnesia, and it had nothing to do with her now…
Ming Shu felt a bit guilty.
During her evening bath, Lu Shiyu wrapped her sprained foot with plastic wrap.
He asked, “Do you need me to help you wash?”
Ming Shu immediately refused.
Lu Shiyu lowered his gaze, his clear, magnetic voice tinged with a hint of grievance as he murmured, “I always helped you wash before…”
It was true that he had always helped her bathe before, but she would resist. When resistance proved futile, she could only let him carry her into a shared bath, which would always last a long time.
But now that she had amnesia, he would take it slow. Being too forward might scare her.
Sitting on the small stool in the bathroom, Ming Shu repented for her past misdeeds.
You weren’t disabled, so why did you insist on Lu Shiyu helping you bathe? Wasn’t that exploiting him? Even a ruthless landlord wasn’t as heartless as you!
She repented while bathing, reminding herself to treat Lu Shiyu better.
As she rinsed off the foam and reached for a towel to dry herself, she remembered Lu Shiyu’s instructions.
The pink towel was hers; the blue one was Lu Shiyu’s.
They were husband and wife—was it really necessary to be so particular?
Ming Shu grabbed the blue towel and wiped her arm.
Wipe, wipe, wipe—!!
This towel was so rough!
Ming Shu dried herself with a pink towel—it was very soft, without any discomfort.
“Husband, I’m done showering.”
“I’m coming in.”
Lu Shiyu saw her small shoulders peeking out, the fair and tender skin tinged with a sweet pink flush. He forced himself to look away, picked her up, and carried her to the bed in the bedroom.
He took the hairdryer and began drying her hair.
“Husband.”
“Hmm?”
“Why do the two towels feel different?”
“Did you use mine?”
“Mmm…” Ming Shu blinked, feeling a little shy and curious.
Lu Shiyu pressed his tongue against his back teeth, his phoenix eyes darkening, his voice growing slightly hoarse: “Your skin is delicate, baby. All your personal items are specially customized—you can’t use mine.”
Ming Shu: “I’m not that delicate.”
Lu Shiyu almost laughed out loud. If she wasn’t a delicate little baby, then who was?
If her clothes weren’t soft enough, her skin would turn red. If the bedding wasn’t comfortable or clean enough, she’d break out in rashes. No matter how comfortable her shoes were, if she walked too much, the soles of her feet would get chafed, and she’d whimper and cry, asking her husband to carry her. Only then would she behave a little better, needing him.
But Lu Shiyu couldn’t bear to see her suffer, so naturally, he had to give her the best of everything. In this lifetime, he would probably only spoil her like this. Even though her temper was a bit bad and her personality a bit spoiled, she was the one he had chosen, and he would spoil her to the end, even if it meant kneeling.
He held up her snow-white arm, showing Ming Shu the reddened skin where the blue towel had rubbed.
Ming Shu pursed her lips, unable to argue.
Lu Shiyu pulled off the towel wrapped around her and, with a clear mind, helped her into a nightgown.
Ming Shu, who had been feeling shy, fell into deep thought as she looked at the sexy and sweet nightgown on her body.
Extremely low-cut, extremely short, and backless!
Although the silk fabric was very comfortable, what exactly did it cover?!