Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 113 - 114: Quarrel in the Night

No wonder...

No wonder he had the confidence to speak to him like that!

No wonder he said that drinking all that wine was giving him face!

It truly was giving him face. Otherwise, if he had shown this card right from the start, couldn’t he manipulate him however he wanted? Dao was someone who mixed in the streets of this city. Though he had never met Lu Shifeng, he had heard of his reputation—the young Crown Prince of the Blade Group, the actual decision-maker of the group now, the grandson highly regarded by the old chairman!

Dao was terrified and didn’t dare to continue sitting. He scrambled and stood up from the sofa, nodding and bowing to Lu Shifeng: "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu... I deserve to die, I really deserve to die!" As he spoke, he slapped himself hard twice, "It was me who failed to recognize you. If I had known earlier that this lady was your woman, even if I had the courage of a bear or leopard, I wouldn’t have dared to provoke her! I deserve to die! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

"Get lost." Lu Shifeng said just one word.

"Yes, yes! I promise I’ll leave S City, and never be an eyesore in front of you again!" This Dao truly was a streetwise person. Just a moment ago, he was pretending to be a big shot, but now faced with a tough character, he quickly adapted to the situation and, along with a group of his men, made a clean exit without a sound.

The situation suddenly turned around. Su Xingyu, who had been driven to a desperate situation, was not only saved but became the object of envy. Many women looked her up and down with a mixture of envy and jealousy, wondering what was so special about this woman that she attracted the Crown Prince of the Lu Family’s favor? It was said that the Crown Prince has always been mysterious and low-profile, rarely appearing in the media, and even his personal interests and gossip were scarce. How did this woman manage to win his favor?

In the center of the encircling crowd, Lu Shifeng in his impeccably sharp suit looked like a god.

She looked up at him, the bar’s colorful lights flickering like a dream over him, adding a hint of warmth.

She asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

He just took her hand with his uninjured one, pushed through the crowd, and led her out of the bar.

Outside the bar, the streetlights were serene, and the night was thick.

A crescent moon hung in the night sky, and as the cold wind blew, she smelled the strong scent of alcohol on him.

His steps wavered slightly, and she quickly supported him. "Lu Shifeng, are you really okay? After drinking so much, you should go to the hospital. What if you have alcohol poisoning?"

He shook off her hand, with a hint of anger, "I’m fine."

"But you don’t look fine at all!" Su Xingyu was anxious. Lu Shifeng was excellent at concealing his emotions, always presenting a cold, hard demeanor. If she hadn’t shared a bed with him for so long and become familiar with every subtle change, she might have been deceived by him. "Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital!"

"I said I’m fine!" He pushed her hand away again, this time with force, causing her to stumble.

Su Xingyu was angry, too, "Lu Shifeng, do you think I like to mind your business? If you weren’t drinking for me, I wouldn’t even give you a hand if you were to get drunk and fall by the roadside! Why do you like to show off so much, when just flashing an identity card could solve things, you had to drink against them! What’s the point of winning but ending up like a drunkard? Is that fun?!"

"I’m asking you," Lu Shifeng gazed at her harshly, as if he wanted to dig a hole into her, "Wouldn’t it have been easier to tell Zhuang Heng you were my wife? Is being my wife so embarrassing? Is it such an injustice to you?"

His sharp questioning startled her.

She never thought he would care about this, even just today at noon, she was celebrating having successfully hidden her identity. She didn’t think being his wife was disgraceful, but... what right did she have to be his wife? She was too insignificant. The "Lu Family’s Young Mistress" title could easily lock her entire life, rendering all her efforts and authenticity invisible, forcing her to obediently stay by his side as an accessory for decades...

A life as hopeless as ashes.

She looked at him with some sadness. The night wind whipped around their clothes like waves crashing against dark sea rocks.

She softly said, "I just don’t want to be unable to tell who truly cares about me in the future."

In just one sentence, he understood.

This is the common sorrow of all the wealthy and powerful—they may never be able to distinguish who is genuine and who is after their wealth and power. The anger in his eyes dispersed like melting ice, and he said deeply, "You need to get used to this kind of life."

Poverty is the original sin of the poor, wealth is the original sin of the rich. No one can live a life effortlessly.

Su Xingyu shook her head, "I don’t want to get used to it."

She looked at him, her eyes as bright as stars in the night sky: "I want people to remember me as a photographer. One day, everyone will know there’s a photographer named Su Xingyu in the world, not just the wife of Lu Shifeng."

The anger resurfaced in his eyes: "You still feel that being my wife is disgraceful?"

"I said it’s not!" Su Xingyu was exasperated at his unreasonable stance.

She was about to say more when she suddenly saw him bend over, clutching his stomach.

"Lu Shifeng!" she exclaimed in alarm, rushing up to support him, "Are you alright?"

His face was pale, and cold sweat faintly appeared on his forehead. Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

This frightened Su Xingyu considerably. She suddenly remembered a joking remark from Ouyang Yi at noon—could your husband have a stomach problem? "Hold on!" she was terrified, using all her strength to support him and letting his full weight lean on her, "I’ll find a car to take you to the hospital right now!"

He gingerly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "No... need to go..."

"How can you be so stubborn when you’re in this state!"

"At home... there’s... medicine..."

Su Xingyu was stunned. Was it really a stomach problem? Otherwise, she couldn’t think of any other illness that would cause such a sudden episode of vomiting blood after drinking, with regular medications at home! She called the driver, and together with the hurriedly arrived driver, helped Lu Shifeng into the car.

The car sped down the road, reaching home.

Mrs. Gui panicked when she saw Lu Shifeng’s appearance and hurried over to support him, "Young master! How could you not take care of your health like this? I reminded you this morning to eat light! Look at you, reeking of alcohol!" After a few words of reproach, her tone became concerned, "Quick, lie on the bed, I’ll get you hot water and find the medicine!"

Su Xingyu glanced at Mrs. Gui, so, the millet porridge she made today wasn’t for relieving summer heat, but specifically for nourishing Lu Shifeng’s stomach because of his stomach problem? Pitifully, she was kept in the dark, a wife who knew nothing!