Chapter 15 My Wife is Still a Student

"Keep shouting, continue," Lu Ziheng pressed down on her shoulders, his warm breath entering her ears, his low voice filled with oppression, "I don't mind using my mouth… to shut yours up."

Upon hearing these words, Ran Yu, who had previously been exceptionally fierce, immediately clamped her mouth shut, only glaring at him with those cat-like eyes as if they were enemies.

Lu Ziheng curled his lips in satisfaction and straightened up, saying, "Let's begin."

"Yes, Young Master Three."

The waiting stylists immediately sprang into action, selecting clothes, moving equipment, removing makeup, providing skincare, washing hair, dyeing…

Ran Yu clenched her small fists, restraining herself.

Forget it, she needed his help today, a true man knows when to bend and when to stand firm, she would take her revenge someday…

Lu Ziheng walked to the sofa area in the back, elegantly crossing his long legs and reading a magazine.

But the peace was short-lived, as his phone suddenly rang.

Picking up, he heard Han Zhen's voice, "Lu Three, you got a girlfriend?"

"No," Lu Ziheng answered.

"Bullshit!" Han Zhen swore, "Yuan Jie told me you brought a chick to his shop for a makeover, even claimed you were her husband. What, you dare do something but not admit it?"

"Admit it."

"…" Han Zhen was baffled, "Then why did you just say you don't have a girlfriend?"

Lu Ziheng answered with all seriousness, "She's my wife, not my girlfriend."

"Holy shit! So it's true? You… When did you get married? How come I had no idea, aren't you being a bit insincere here, just settling your lifelong matter like that? Who is she, do I know her?" Han Zhen barraged him with questions.

Lu Ziheng looked up, eyeing the young girl sitting there with a face full of resignation, as if prepared for death, and couldn't help but reveal a smile, "Just got the certificate today, you don't know her."

"Then bring her over for us to see quickly; after all, you're the first brother among us brave enough to jump into the grave."

"You forgot the eldest brother," Lu Ziheng kindly reminded.

"Eldest brother doesn't count, he divorced in less than a month ha ha ha…"

Lu Ziheng silently offered him a stick of incense.

After hanging up, the stylists had already selected an outfit and high heels waiting on the side, "Young Master Three, do you think this combination works?"

A rose-red dress, with a semi-transparent lace design on top and studded with tiny diamonds on the hem, paired with black stiletto sandals, full of feminine charm!

Lu Ziheng, however, frowned, "Too mature."

The stylist: "…"

The next second, Lu Ziheng said, "My wife is still a student, she just turned eighteen this year."

The stylist paused at first, then smiled as if understanding, "Okay, I got it."

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Due to the extensive work, the makeover took almost two hours. Finally, Ran Yu was pulled out of the dressing room by the stylist, "Young Master Three, it's ready."

Lu Ziheng looked up, and although he had been prepared, a trace of astonishment still flashed through his eyes.

The transformed Ran Yu was a complete revelation, stunningly beautiful!

All the makeup on her face had been removed, revealing her fair skin, slender neck, and exquisitely impeccable features and face shape. The most captivating aspect was her cat eyes that tilted upward at the ends, showing vividness amidst innocence and charm within purity… Despite being only eighteen, her eyes and brows already held an unintentional allure.

"Not bad," Lu Ziheng nodded.

The stylist finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, this girl had great proportions, slightly thin but with curves in all the right places and insanely long legs. If she had worn that previously chosen crimson dress and applied a sophisticated alluring makeup, she would have shined brilliantly, and even within the entertainment industry, she would have been among the top beauties...

Unfortunately, considering her student status, she had to settle for this pink dress, very conservative in style. At a glance, she was a completely polite and dignified little princess, and Young Master Three seemed quite pleased too.

Just when they were feeling proud…

"Damn, who the hell dressed me up in these sissy clothes!" Ran Yu exploded like a cat with raised fur upon seeing her reflection in the mirror.

The crowd: "…"

In the end, it was Lu Ziheng who dragged Ran Yu out of the styling salon.

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When stuffed into the car, Ran Yu held her temper. Once Lu Ziheng also got in, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Can we go to the police station now?"

Lu Ziheng buckled up, calm and composed, elegantly starting the car, "No need to go."

"Why!" Ran Yu suddenly clenched her fists.

She swore that if he dared utter one word of going back on his promise, she would immediately beat him up until he didn't know which way was up!

"Your friend has already been released," Lu Ziheng said.

"…" Ran Yu wasn't quick enough to respond, "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Lu Ziheng didn't turn his head, "If you don't believe it, check your phone."

Phone?

Ran Yu blinked and hurriedly grabbed her backpack, fishing out her knockoff phone.

Indeed, there were several missed calls displayed, including those from Shen Ao, Shen Letian, and also Feng Yanyan…

She directly redialed Shen Ao.

The moment the call connected, Shen Letian's fast-talking voice came from the other end, "Xiaoyu, are you okay? Why's your phone been out of reach? I was worried you were still locked up, Emma was freaking out, did your uncle not blame you, didn't your aunt give you a hard time, Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu, say something quick!"

Ran Yu closed her eyes, feeling a headache coming on, and said, "I'm fine, are you all okay?"

"All good, all good, Dog and I got out this morning, I was just worrying about you…"

After finally hanging up, Ran Yu put the phone down and sneakily glanced at Lu Ziheng.

That guy was driving, focused on the road, lips tightly pressed together, his profile as sharp and perfect as if carved by a knife. Looking further down, he was wearing a pristine white shirt, the buttons meticulously fastened to the top, his hands grasping the steering wheel long and pale, exuding a detached and cold demeanor… Why would such a person marry her?

"If you want to look, just do it openly." The deep magnetic voice suddenly rang out.