Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 109 - 110: Ouyang Yi’s Speculation

Su Xingyu waited at the spot for a while, and sure enough, someone came to pick her up—Ling Weilong.

Long time no see, Ling Weilong looked darker than before, but his complexion was good. As soon as he saw Su Xingyu, he energetically started ranting: "You brat, now that you’re successful you’ve forgotten us old friends? It’s been so long and you didn’t call, just called to ask me for help moving stuff? In this heat, from such a far place, do you even have a conscience?"

Su Xingyu: "...How did Ouyang Yi explain it to you?"

Ling Weilong: "He said your thermos was too heavy for you to carry and specifically requested me to help. Why didn’t you just call me directly?"

Su Xingyu: "...Yeah, if I had really asked for you, why wouldn’t I call you?"

Ling Weilong was stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing he’d been tricked by Ouyang Yi, immediately gritting his teeth: "That brat, just wait till I go back and give him a piece of my mind! Staying too long at Cloud, he’s daring to boss around even the seniors now! You obviously asked him to move the stuff!"

Su Xingyu shook her wrist: "Count me in, if he doesn’t come himself, he’s trying to pass the buck. Hmph, hmph." She was in a bad mood now and felt like punching someone; this Ouyang Yi had unwittingly walked right into the line of fire.

Ling Weilong picked up the thermos by her feet easily, unable to help but tease: "I say you’re really too weak, can’t even lift this much weight? It’s only a two-person serving, right... Two-person serving? Who are you bringing lunch for today, bringing it to Blade?" As he spoke, he seemed to discover a new continent, looking at Su Xingyu with surprise.

Su Xingyu held a trophy while walking forward, sighed, "My husband works at Blade."

Ling Weilong showed an exaggerated expression: "Your husband is actually at Blade? Wow, that’s incredible. I heard Blade employees earn 25 months’ salary a year, with various dividends at the end, is that true?"

Su Xingyu felt like sighing again: "I don’t know..."

Ling Weilong was astonished: "You don’t know? Aren’t you his wife? Don’t tell me you don’t manage the finances?"

Su Xingyu was regretting asking someone to help move things; even Ling Weilong, such a big man, was terrifyingly gossipy. She weakly said, "Anyway, I haven’t seen him earn 25 months’ salary."

"Oh..." Ling Weilong misunderstood, paused for a moment, then comforted her, "Don’t worry Xingyu, I see you’re so young, your husband must be young too, right? Young people, it’s normal to start with a lower salary, there’s still a lot of room for growth."

Yeah...

She silently recited in her heart, a lot of room for growth, Mr. Lu’s next step is becoming the chairman!

Not wanting to dwell on this topic with Ling Weilong, she urged him to leave Blade and headed to Cloud Magazine across the street.

Although Cloud Magazine is just across the street from Blade, it’s completely a different style. The entire building is made of translucent crystal glass bricks and red stone, with a streamlined design that feels dreamlike. If Blade Group’s black, white, and gray buildings are a cold, somber fortress, then Cloud Magazine’s building is a light pink mermaid leaning against the fortress, elegant and graceful.

Cold and warm, hard and soft, together forming the core landmark of the eastern district of S City.

At noon, the sunlight flickered.

Su Xingyu followed Ling Weilong into the building, taking the transparent box-shaped elevator at the center, ascending slowly. Outside the elevator, scattered reflections on the crystal and light pink walls filled the entire space, weaving into a fairy tale world.

This isn’t her first time here at Cloud, but no matter how many times she visits, she always finds it so beautiful.

The bad mood from just arguing with Lu Shifeng unknowingly dissipated; when she stepped out of the elevator, her delicate face was already adorned with a genuine pleasant smile. They found Ouyang Yi at the resting area and set down the items they were carrying.

Ouyang Yi was chatting with two young female editors, his handsome face wearing a roguish smile that had them thoroughly charmed. Upon seeing Su Xingyu, he excused himself to the editors, stood up, and with a model-like strut, approached her, emanating an electric presence. "Hey, nice trophy." He first noticed Su Xingyu’s street photography contest trophy, picked it up and clicked his tongue in admiration, "Too bad my name isn’t engraved on it alongside yours."

Su Xingyu, unusually, didn’t tease him back, saying: "Thanks for the help with the contest."

He casually set the trophy down, smiled charmingly at her: "No need for thanks, that’s what friends are for."

A rare sensible remark.

Then he glanced at Su Xingyu’s thermos: "You really brought lunch? It’s not millet porridge, right?"

"It is." Speaking of this made Su Xingyu want to cry; she actually wanted to eat meat.

"What made you think of bringing this," Ouyang Yi said as he casually took matters into his own hands, quickly unpacking the thermos to reveal thick millet porridge and several delicate side dishes, "Wow, all greens, on a diet?"

"I’m not a model, why diet?" Su Xingyu grinned angrily at him, "Dieting’s for you."

Ling Weilong suddenly recalled something: "Wait, Xingyu, weren’t you going to Blade to bring lunch to your husband? Why is it here now for Ouyang Yi? Is he your husband?"

"Honored to be."

"Not at all!"

Two completely different voices.

Su Xingyu glared fiercely at Ouyang Yi, scolding him: "Who said it’s for you! You said you don’t eat porridge!"

"If you made it, I’d eat it."

"No!" Su Xingyu was exasperated.

Ling Weilong chimed in unnecessarily: "You don’t make your husband’s meals yourself? Aren’t you two in a fight today? Why else would you bring the meal here instead?"

"He doesn’t eat porridge either!" Su Xingyu shouted, suddenly realizing, why explain to these two gossiping guys?

Ouyang Yi stared at the thermos for a moment, eyes deepening briefly, then returning to his playful expression. He scooped some millet porridge and dragged out his words: "Millet porridge, good for the stomach—Xingyu, does your husband have stomach problems?"

Su Xingyu was momentarily stunned, she’d never considered that.

Does Lu Shifeng have a stomach problem?

She didn’t know, she’d never seen him show any discomfort; he probably doesn’t, right?

"Don’t curse my husband for no reason," she snatched the spoon from him, "Shoo shoo, don’t stir things up if you aren’t eating, it spoils quickly in this heat."

"Alright, alright," he returned the spoon and gave a relaxed smile, "Xingyu, first find a seat with Weilong in the dining area, I’ve ordered some dishes that should arrive soon, I’ll go ask the manager and be right back."

With that, he left, still walking with an elegant, electrifying gait.