Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 128 - 129: Another Cousin

Beside him, the middle-aged man said, "It’s been confirmed that Lu Shifeng indeed has a stomach ailment, and his relationship with Miss Su is much better than we initially thought. Also, Lu Shifeng has started to suspect you, so please be extra careful."

Ouyang Yi chuckled indifferently, "When doing great things, isn’t some risk inevitable? I suppose the moment I set foot back in the country, he had his eyes on me. But it’s fine; even if he suspects me, he won’t find any evidence."

"Right," the middle-aged man’s voice grew more respectful, "Our people did a clean job, even that waiter doesn’t know you’re the one behind it."

The incident at the bar was indeed orchestrated by Ouyang Yi.

That day, when Su Xingyu brought over some millet porridge, the sharp-nosed Ouyang Yi immediately suspected Lu Shifeng had a stomach ailment. He promptly staged a good show to test whether Lu Shifeng indeed had stomach issues, and at the same time to probe his relationship with Su Xingyu.

These matters might just be trivial, but perhaps someday, these seemingly insignificant details could become his winning leverage.

What he needs now is more leverage...

If only he could surpass Shifeng in power, then his always high-and-mighty father and those detestable family members would finally stop looking down on him! One day, he would vindicate his mother, one day, the entire Stanway Family would bow to him in submission!

"By the way," in the dim backstage, the crowd had unknowingly dispersed, leaving only the master and servant. Ouyang began speaking in a flat voice, "That person at the bar who touched Xingyu, whichever hand he used, I want that hand."

The middle-aged man felt a chill in his heart, "Understood."

It seemed that it wasn’t just Lu Shifeng who was entangled, even their young master couldn’t help but fall deeper...

Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

The middle-aged man’s heart was full of complex emotions, leaving as quietly as he had come, carrying a heavy mind.

Su Xingyu returned home, exhausted.

Lu Shifeng came back early tonight and was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading a newspaper.

Seeing her, his cold lips parted, "Where did you go?"

"I..." She was a bit guilty. Although her visit to the M.J. show was indeed work-related, she was reluctant to bring up matters involving Ouyang Yi to avoid unnecessary disputes. She quickly thought, "The creative VP of M.J. was interested in my photos, so I went to the show to meet him, to see if I could land a project with M.J."

Lu Shifeng put the newspaper aside, "I’ll give you another chance, considering this is your first offense."

What?

Su Xingyu was taken aback, looking at him with a king-like, unfathomable expression that made her scalp tingle.

She only realized after a moment that he had seen through her lie? But she hadn’t lied, really; she just downplayed and omitted parts of it.

Lu Shifeng watched her impassively.

Under the moonlit-like lights of the living room, wearing a crisp white shirt, he looked sharp and intimidating.

Finally, Su Xingyu couldn’t resist the pressure and spoke weakly, "I, I... there’s really nothing between Ouyang Yi and me..." The moment she spoke, she wished she could bite off her own tongue; she was really out of her mind to say something that only made it worse! Also, why was she explaining to Lu Shifeng, really? She’s said before that it’s her freedom to befriend whoever she wants—how dare he interfere, huh? Huh?!

While she was battling internally, there, Lu Shifeng’s voice was as thin as a blade, "Of course I know there’s nothing between you two."

If there really was something, did she think she’d still be standing here intact?

Though, he’d still be displeased even if she spoke a few words with other men.

Lu Shifeng ordered, "Come here."

She stood there timidly, not daring to move.

He grew impatient and stood up, walking toward her step by step, his elegant and gentle gait like a hunting leopard, setting alarms off in her heart. She cautiously retreated backward inch by inch, until there was nowhere left to retreat, cornered by him into the wall.

Lu Shifeng looked down at her, "Why did you wear this outfit?"

Hmm? She was confused again and only realized after blinking that he was referring to her clothes. She looked down at herself, felt it was fine; what else should she wear for a photo shoot other than a shirt and trousers?

Seeing her bewildered expression, he resented her to the point of wanting to strangle her, "Others wore evening gowns to the show, what about you?" It was reported by the driver who sent her that she got bullied on the red carpet; if she’d worn something more lavish, how could such a thing happen?

He simply couldn’t stand others bullying her.

Only then did Su Xingyu understand what he was angry about, and she wanted to explain that she was there for a shoot and evening gowns were too cumbersome, but then remembered that every discussion about photography ended poorly between them. He had only just agreed to let her be a photographer, and she didn’t want to stir up trouble again. So she prudently admitted her mistake, "I was careless. Next time I go to a show, I will definitely wear an evening gown."

Only then was Lu Shifeng satisfied.

He further instructed, "Don’t go out these next couple of days. Make sure to choose a suitable outfit to prepare for the return to the old estate; meeting the elders is a big deal, and if you dress inappropriately again, don’t blame me for being impolite."

"Yes, yes." Su Xingyu lowered her head, in the posture of a little wife, understanding that those who know the times are wise. After having been with him for so long, she now knew better when she could and couldn’t provoke him. Thinking for a moment, she asked, "But I don’t know what preferences your mother and grandfather have, nor their taboos, what should I do?"

Lu Shifeng, who had no knowledge of women’s fashion, said, "I’ll find someone to help you."

The next day, sure enough, someone came to assist her.

It was a girl from a branch of the Lu Family, Lu Shifeng’s cousin, Lu Shili.

She gracefully greeted Su Xingyu and complimented her beauty, "I never expected Cousin Shifeng to quietly marry such a beautiful bride. Sister-in-law, if you dress up, you can outshine all the sisters in the Lu Family."

Su Xingyu exchanged polite words and asked, "Are you close with Lu Shifeng?" She remembered Mrs. Gui saying before that the only sister Lu Shifeng was close to was Lu Shiyin, but unfortunately, Shiyin passed away in an accident.

Lu Shili fitted a pair of pearl earrings on her and sighed with a smile, "Cousin Shifeng is such an outstanding person, how could I have the fortune to be close to him? Probably because I am Shiyin’s full-blooded sister, so after her death, Cousin Shifeng took extra care of me. Sister-in-law, these earrings look great, they suit you well."

Su Xingyu checked herself in the mirror, and indeed they looked great.

She praised, "Your taste is really good."

Lu Shili laughed again, "I studied makeup and style intensively at Geya Women’s School."

Geya Women’s School is a well-known private girls’ university, where the students are either wealthy or noble, and after graduation, they become sought-after brides by prestigious families. Girls who graduate from there usually have impeccable taste.

Following her advice, Su Xingyu coordinated a complete set of clothing and jewelry. Soon, the day of the family banquet at the old estate arrived.