Villa.
Lu Shiyu was coaxing Ming Shu, wanting to take a bath with her.
Ming Shu’s ears were flushed red, stammering and unsure how to refuse.
She wanted to be nicer to Lu Shiyu, but she wasn’t yet prepared for “married life.”
Just then, Pei Sen’s phone call saved her.
Ming Shu immediately reacted, saying, “Husband, you talk business with your manager first. I’m going to take a bath!”
With lightning speed, she dashed into the bathroom.
Lu Shiyu sat on the bed, his slender, jade-like fingers unbuttoning a few buttons, his handsome face somewhat gloomy and frustrated.
Before losing her memory, Ming Shu may have feared him and never said she loved him, but she was easy to coax, and their married life was very harmonious. He could have her whenever he wanted.
After losing her memory, Ming Shu no longer rejected him, but their married life was nonexistent.
The phone kept ringing insistently.
Lu Shiyu answered the call, his tone gloomy. “What is it?”
Pei Sen was so frightened his soul nearly left his body. He respectfully said, “Young Master Lu, it’s like this. A paparazzo took photos of you and the young Consort, but the paparazzo and netizens only recognized you, not the young Consort. Now the whole internet is spreading rumors that you’re having an affair, and some are even saying you divorced the young Consort and have a new lover.”
These two speculations were utterly absurd. From the way Young Master Lu acted today, he practically wanted to tie the young Consort to his side at all times, never leaving her for a moment.
Having an affair? Divorce? That was simply impossible. Although Young Master Lu was moody and a bit of a madman, he was deeply devoted to the young Consort, utterly infatuated with her.
Lu Shiyu: “I know.”
Pei Sen clicked his tongue in surprise. “You… you knew the paparazzo was following you?!”
Lu Shiyu: “Do you have anything else?”
Pei Sen: “Nothing else, but how should we handle this matter?”
Lu Shiyu: “Wait for now.”
He hung up after saying that.
Pei Sen looked at the disconnected call, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
Outsiders envied him for being Lu Shiyu’s manager, but only he knew the hardships and bitterness involved. Young Master Lu was unpredictable; you could never figure out what he was thinking. As long as he didn’t give an order, others had to remain on edge.
After finishing her bath, Ming Shu lingered for a while before finally walking out in her pajamas.
Lu Shiyu had already finished bathing in another bathroom. He casually towel-dried his damp short hair, then pulled the fragrant little woman into his arms, giving her soft bottom a light pat. His voice was deep and magnetic: “Be a good girl and stay still. I’ll blow-dry your hair.”
Her hair was very long, making it particularly troublesome to wash each time. While others might finish blow-drying in a few minutes, she needed over ten minutes, plus applying hair oil. Only after completing this entire tedious routine could she maintain her lustrous, beautiful black hair.
Ming Shu didn’t have any particular attachment to long hair. After leaving the hospital, she had told Lu Shiyu she wanted to cut her hair shorter—either ear-length or shoulder-length would be fine.
Lu Shiyu immediately rejected her request, absolutely forbidding her to cut her hair, leaving no room for negotiation.
Because this long, beautiful hair of hers was something he had nurtured himself. In the past, he was the one who helped wash and care for it. This was hair he had raised and loved, and since it didn’t trouble her to maintain it, why should she cut it?
When it was time to sleep, Ming Shu grew restless again.
She whispered, “Husband, can we each have our own blanket?”
In the darkness, the man couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation.
His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her completely into his embrace. His seductive, breathy whisper murmured in her ear, “Darling, why do we need separate blankets?”
“Because… because…”
They were holding each other too tightly. Ming Shu had nowhere else to put her arms, so she could only rest them around his waist.
With that move, her hand landed on the man’s abdominal muscles.
Ming Shu swore she hadn’t meant to touch his abs! It was just an accident!
Well-defined lines, firm muscles, an incredible feel—once she touched them, she wanted to keep touching them.
It seemed Lu Shiyu had both shark lines and Adonis belts.
Why did such a seductive and alluring body exist in this world?
Was that even fair?
Wasn’t this practically inviting people to touch?
Gradually lost in masculine charm, Ming Shu’s tongue tied, and she could no longer argue for separate blankets.
Lu Shiyu, of course, knew exactly what her little hand was exploring. His brows lifted slightly, and a meaningful smile curved his lips. He hadn’t realized before how much she liked his body.
He effortlessly encircled her slender, pale wrist, his thumb caressing the back of her hand in an ambiguous manner.
“Darling, you’ve touched my shark lines and abs. Don’t you like my pectoral muscles?”
“I… I didn’t…”
Ming Shu felt a bit weak, shrinking shyly into a ball. But the man’s arm was wrapped around her waist, preventing her from curling up. She was forced to take advantage of the situation.
Wah, who forces someone to buy and sell like this?!
Touching abs and shark lines was just appreciation, but touching a man’s chest muscles was outright provocation!
Ming Shu shook her head, then sweetly kissed Lu Shiyu’s jawline, her voice soft and coquettish. “I’m sleepy, hubby, I’m sleepy. I want to sleep.”
Seeing she was on the verge of tears, Lu Shiyu took her little hand and kissed it, soothing her gently. “I won’t tease you anymore. Sleep.”
The little one in his arms had the desire but not the courage. He had hinted so clearly, practically opening his clothes for her to do as she pleased, yet she still wouldn’t take the bait.
For a moment, he didn’t know whether she was too timid or if his charm was lacking.
“Darling?”
Ming Shu had already fallen asleep and naturally couldn’t respond.
Lu Shiyu chuckled softly, his tone low and strangely murmuring, “Teasing me, tempting me, but not giving in—I’m keeping track of every bit. If you don’t repay now, you might cry later and still not be able to make up for it.”
Ming Shu trembled slightly in her sleep. Lu Shiyu patted her back, caring for her as meticulously as he would the youngest child in the family. He truly loved her, yet he truly couldn’t do anything about her.
If Ming Shu had treated him even slightly worse, Lu Shiyu would have resorted to any means without much regard for her feelings. But ever since she lost her memory, she had been so obedient and so good at coaxing him. For now, he had to maintain a pure marital relationship.
Ming Shu had a nightmare and woke up feeling dazed. In her dream, she asked the magic mirror, “Who does Lu Shiyu love the most?”
The magic mirror said Lu Shiyu loved Su Jin’er the most. Ming Shu was so angry she smashed the mirror and swore to annihilate the entire magic mirror clan. Only then did the mirror tremble and change its answer, saying Lu Shiyu loved her the most.
Zhou Yichen was trash, a perfect match for Su Jin’er. But if Lu Shiyu liked Su Jin’er, Ming Shu felt suffocated, struggling even to breathe.
She got married right after graduating from college and was only twenty-three years old now. Her romantic history wasn’t rich, and she lacked life experience, still not quite understanding what love truly was. But she knew that in her heart, Lu Shiyu was far more important than Zhou Yichen.
At that moment, the phone on the bedside table started vibrating.
Lu Shiyu was still asleep, so Ming Shu took the phone to the bathroom to answer the call.
Li Xiaole was panicking, shouting at the top of her voice, “Ming Shu, it’s bad, it’s bad! Lu Shiyu is cheating on you!”