After drinking half a bowl of seafood porridge, Ming Shu suddenly looked up and asked Lu Shiyu, “You’re a film emperor, so you must be very busy with work, right? You’ve been taking care of me at home all week—you must have missed a lot of work. I’m fine now, so you can go back to work without worry!”
Lu Shiyu held the spoon, stirring the porridge in his bowl. He had barely taken a few bites, clearly not focused on eating.
After hearing Ming Shu’s words, he raised an eyebrow and effortlessly pulled her into his arms.
His husky, seductive voice whispered in her ear, “Now that our little treasure’s foot is better, are you going to abandon me after taking advantage of me? Don’t need me to take care of you anymore?”
Ming Shu’s ears flushed red. Annoyed and embarrassed, she bumped her head against him, her sweet, soft voice mumbling, “What do you mean ‘abandon after taking advantage’? I’m just worried about delaying your work.”
Lu Shiyu picked up the spoon and skillfully fed her a mouthful of seafood porridge. “Work isn’t as important as you.”
In this regard, Ming Shu was no match for him at all. She couldn’t come up with a response, only blushing furiously.
She glanced at their current position and realized she had already grown completely accustomed to Lu Shiyu’s embrace and his meticulous care. If he kept taking care of her like this, her limbs would atrophy! Even though he wanted a divorce, he still took such gentle and considerate care of her because she sprained her foot. His character was truly impeccable.
Ming Shu secretly resolved to become someone worthy of Lu Shiyu!
She absolutely had to succeed in the audition for the fourth female lead in Heavenly Sword’s Fate!
All day long, Ming Shu practiced twirling and spinning the wooden sword Lu Shiyu had carved for her, as the fourth female lead in the drama was a Sword Cultivator.
Lu Shiyu sat on the sofa, the book in his hands untouched for a long time, his gaze mostly fixed on Ming Shu.
Occasionally, he would step forward to give her a few pointers. After receiving Ming Shu’s admiring gaze, he would lick his back teeth, pinch her chin, and kiss her.
His wife smelled so fragrant, and her lips were so sweet—he simply couldn’t resist such temptation. When Ming Shu covered her tingling lips and glared at him accusingly, Lu Shiyu had no choice but to use quitting smoking as an excuse.
He felt not a shred of guilt for deceiving his wife. He even pretended to crave a cigarette, searching for one in the living room. After catching Ming Shu’s attention, he held his soft, delicate wife on the sofa and kissed her for a long time.
Whenever Ming Shu struggled and refused to kiss, the film emperor would let out two low, breathy pants by her ear—utterly seductive, utterly sexy.
In the movie Unwarranted Calamity, Lu Shiyu had a long-running scene shot in one take. Because it was filmed continuously, the director included the three-second clip of him stopping to catch his breath in the final cut. It was those three seconds that kept him trending for half a month and had him panting in fan-edited videos across various platforms for three years.
If you opened a certain video site and searched for the keyword “Lu Shiyu three seconds,” you’d find countless fan-edited pairing videos—some with men, some with women—but none pairing Lu Shiyu with Ming Shu.
Ming Shu’s thoughts on this were…
Whoever wants this kind of blessing can have it!
Who could withstand Lu Shiyu’s way of kissing?
Kissing him was pleasant, but it was also suffocating!
Lu Shiyu was a male fox spirit—clingy, seductive. Just when you mustered the courage to push him away, he would whisper a flirtatious laugh in your ear. How could a proper person like Ming Shu resist such temptation?
After losing her memory, Ming Shu was a bit resistant to “marital life.” Beyond kissing and hugging, she wouldn’t agree to any more intimate behavior because she subconsciously felt that if she didn’t resist marital life, the outcome would be terrible.
The next day.
Li Xiaole picked up Ming Shu to audition for the role of the fourth female lead in Heavenly Sword’s Fate.
She stood at the entrance of the villa, completely afraid to go inside.
Don’t ask—it was pure fear.
Lu Shiyu helped Ming Shu put on her shoes, his arm wrapped around her waist as he whispered pleadingly, “Can I really not go with you?”
Ming Shu puffed out her fair, tender cheeks, scolding him fiercely yet adorably, “What’s your status? Don’t you know your own position? If you go, the entire crew will probably be thrown into chaos.”
“I could pretend to be your assistant.”
“…Even if you turned to ashes, your fans would still recognize you.”
Lu Shiyu lowered his gaze, his clear and gentle phoenix eyes filled with innocence and grievance. Finally, he gave her soft, plump lips a peck and sent her off to the car.
On the way.
Li Xiaole observed Ming Shu’s rosy complexion and radiant glow—her soft, red lips, her skin like peeled lychee—she looked even more beautiful and delicate than before.
Like a pearl covered in dust, now that the dust had been brushed away, it revealed an incredibly brilliant shine.
“Shu Zai, how have you been these past few days?”
“Very well.”
“Then you really don’t plan to get a divorce?”
“No, why would I divorce for no reason?”
“It’s good you’re not divorcing. If you divorced Lu Shen, Su Jin’er would definitely set off fireworks to celebrate.”
“What does Su Jin’er have to do with this?”
“Zhou Yichen cheated with Su Jin’er, and you were so angry that you impulsively married Lu Shen.”
Ming Shu: !
She hurriedly asked, “Does Lu Shiyu know about this?”
Li Xiaole: “He probably doesn’t. Lu Shen always thought it was love at first sight.”
Ming Shu: !!
No wonder Lu Shiyu wanted a divorce. He must have found out that her reason for marrying him wasn’t pure. Why did she forget such an important thing? With the truth revealed, what kind of feelings did Lu Shiyu have while taking care of her at home?
Ming Shu fiercely condemned her own conscience: How could you be so cruel to Lu Shiyu! Being physically present but mentally elsewhere was bad enough, but you even spoke ill of him in front of Li Xiaole!
Now she was filled with regret, deep regret.
After Ming Shu left, Lu Shiyu also went out.
He wasn’t sure what Li Xiaole would say to Ming Shu. In the past few days, he had been acting gentle and considerate in front of Ming Shu—so much so that he almost started to believe it himself.
If Ming Shu became suspicious of him… Lu Shiyu toyed with the military knife in his hand. The “suffering for sympathy” tactic probably wouldn’t work. He had tried it before—it involved a lot of blood, a lot of pain, but the heartache was even worse.
“Darling, if the ‘suffering for sympathy’ tactic doesn’t work on you, then I’ll have to hide you away, somewhere only I can find… Hah, I’m almost looking forward to it.”
Lu Shiyu had wanted to do this even before Ming Shu lost her memory, but she ran away.
Pei Sen felt a chill run through his body, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the steering wheel.
Lu Shiyu: “Don’t shake. Drive properly.”
“Yes!”
Pei Sen’s heart was pounding in his throat as he forced himself to calm down.
Through the rearview mirror, he quickly glanced at Young Master Lu, and his heart sank even further.
The man’s demeanor was elegant and noble, but his pitch-black eyes held no trace of light—they were deep and dark. His handsome yet gloomy profile was twisted into a sick, distorted smile.
It was clear he was on the verge of madness.
Pei Sen’s heart pounded with fear and nervousness, feeling as if he were about to have a heart attack. No one had mentioned before he took the job that being a manager was such a high-risk profession!
He didn’t know how much time had passed when Lu Shiyu’s phone rang.
He pushed open the car door and stepped out.
A little pink cannonball came rushing toward him.
Lu Shiyu opened his arms and caught the delicate, soft woman.
Ming Shu wrapped her legs around his waist, took off her mask, and planted several kisses on his face. Then, she rubbed her soft, tender cheek against his, her sweet breath brushing against his face, making his heart skip a few beats.
“Lu Shiyu, I missed you so much.”
“We’ve only been apart for a short while, and you already miss me? You little liar.”
Lu Shiyu chided softly, but his eyes were filled with affection. The dark thought of wanting to hide her away vanished completely in the sweetness of her kisses. He didn’t know how deeply he loved Ming Shu, for just a word or a gesture from her could sway his heart and his decisions.
“Little liar, do you love me?”