My Tsundere Wife Won't Behave

Chapter 3: Fated Enemies

Lu Shaotian froze for a moment before pulling her back into his embrace. "What nonsense are you saying? Lingshuang, once I decided to marry you, I would never abandon you."

No woman could hear such words without being moved.

Tears streamed down Leng Lingshuang's face as she completely broke down in sobs.

...

That night, Lu Shaotian did not share the room with her.

He didn’t want to pressure her, nor did he dare to touch her already fragile self-esteem.

Leng Lingshuang lay in their bridal suite, unable to sleep a wink.

The next morning, she deliberately wore a high-necked sweater to cover the marks on her neck before daring to leave the room.

Madam Lu and Lu Xiaoting had just woken up. The moment Madam Lu saw her, her expression turned cold.

"Mother," Leng Lingshuang greeted respectfully.

"Don’t call me that. The marriage wasn’t registered yesterday—I don’t deserve that title yet," Madam Lu said icily.

She had never liked Leng Lingshuang, dismissing her as just the daughter of some nouveau riche family. She couldn’t fathom why her son was so infatuated with her.

"Where’s Shaotian?" Madam Lu asked.

"He... he probably went to the company early."

"Probably? Didn’t you sleep together last night? You don’t even know where he is?"

Leng Lingshuang felt increasingly awkward.

Lu Xiaoting eyed her up and down, sneering, "Sister-in-law, isn’t it a bit hot for a high-neck sweater?"

"I... I caught a cold," she lied, coughing lightly. "I’ll go prepare breakfast for you all."

Watching her retreating figure, Lu Xiaoting couldn’t help but whisper to her mother, "Look at her—acting like someone owes her. Who knows where she disappeared to yesterday? She came back with her wedding dress torn and filthy."

Madam Lu cast a disdainful glance toward the kitchen. "Tingting, don’t spread this around. Wait till Shaotian returns—we’ll question her properly."

"Ugh, I don’t know how this vixen bewitched my brother into insisting on marrying her!"

Madam Lu shot her a glare. "Tingting, if you had even half her cunning, I wouldn’t have to worry so much about you!"

Lu Xiaoting flushed in embarrassment. "Mom, why are you suddenly criticizing me?"

Just then, a servant hurried in. "Young Master Helmuth is here."

"What? Helmuth-gege is here?" Lu Xiaoting’s eyes instantly lit up.

Helmuth was Lu Xiaoting’s fiancé, though their engagement had been arranged by their families. He had always treated her with indifference.

Yesterday, in a moment of desperation, she and her mother had plotted to drug him. Enraged, he had stormed off in his car.

She had thought that, given Helmuth’s temper, he might never speak to her again.

"Helmuth-gege!" She rushed forward eagerly.

**Clang!**

The sound of shattering dishes came from the kitchen entrance—a pot of porridge spilled across the floor.

Scalding liquid splashed onto Leng Lingshuang’s feet, making her pale in pain.

How could it be *him*?

She never dreamed she would encounter this devil in the Lu household!

Helmuth turned his head, catching sight of the woman’s panicked expression. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at his lips.

Lu Xiaoting, however, mistook that smile as meant for her. Beaming, she clung to his arm. "Helmuth-gege, you’re not angry with me anymore, are you?"

He didn’t answer, his gaze still fixed mockingly on Leng Lingshuang.