Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 151 - 152: Want to Have a Son?

He doesn’t even know when the wound was inflicted.

Maybe, when she was first roughly dragged by him, crying out in pain, she was already covered in bruises.

His gaze shifted down, resting on her bloodstained feet, those feet once fair and beautiful now covered in blisters, the blisters burst and left in disarray, with spots of dark red resembling shattered flowers.

How much did she... actually walk?

Lu Shifeng’s eyes darkened as he picked up the phone to urge, "Why isn’t the doctor here yet?!"

The butler’s voice came from the other end, "Young master, the doctor will take at least 20 minutes to arrive, and it’s only been 5 minutes now."

He understood he was too impatient, but couldn’t control his rising anger: "Go investigate! Why did the young madam walk so much today, her feet are ruined!"

"Yes, yes!" The butler responded repeatedly.

Before long, Mrs. Gui pushed the door open, applying an ice towel for Su Xingyu and bringing hot water to wash her injured legs and feet.

Lu Shifeng watched quietly from the side, the dim bedroom light casting his face in shadow. Only after watching Mrs. Gui finish wiping her down did he ask, "How is she?"

Mrs. Gui lowered her eyes and answered, "The external injuries aren’t too serious, but..."

"But what?" Lu Shifeng snapped impatiently.

"It’s just, young master, you..." Mrs. Gui gritted her teeth and steeled herself, "The young madam is in this state, you absolutely mustn’t torment her anymore, no hitting, no conjugal activities."

"Or what?" Lu Shifeng chuckled coldly, "She’s skilled at winning hearts, only married in for a few days and you’ve already taken her side."

She is indeed injured, but it’s her own fault. Who told her to get involved with another man behind his back?

He cherishes her, but that doesn’t mean she can avoid any punishment!

In the dim light, the bed remained in disarray, and she, still unconscious, looked so fragile, her delicate brows furrowed even in coma from the pain.

Mrs. Gui hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to say any more. The young master’s words were heavy, and as someone who had served him for over twenty years, she knew his habits well, understanding that saying too much would only cause him to redirect his anger towards the poor girl on the bed.

The young madam... alas, marrying him means a great deal of suffering.

Amidst silent waiting, the family doctor finally arrived.

After diagnosing Su Xingyu, he prescribed medicine and echoed Mrs. Gui’s words, "Young master, the young madam likely walked too much yesterday, weakened and fatigued, and was injured, you also... You shouldn’t treat her this way, you should restrain yourself, she’s in no condition for conjugal relations."

"Get out." Lu Shifeng’s voice was cold.

The family doctor, being an old hand in the Lu Family, was used to his temperament and didn’t leave, "You’d better heed my advice; the young madam’s constitution is not as robust as yours. She’s weak in both energy and blood. If you want offspring, proper nurturing is essential. If not, continue as you are, but if you do, avoid occurrences like tonight."

Lu Shifeng stared at him fiercely, his expression terrifying.

The family doctor was uneasy but stubbornly held his ground, relying on his expertise.

"Get out." Lu Shifeng repeated the word, his tone heavy, yet calmer than before.

The family doctor, knowing his moods, understood that he had listened and sighed with relief, promptly withdrawing.

What a joke, despite understanding Lu Shifeng’s temperament, he didn’t enjoy constantly dealing with the pressure!

"Come back." Just as he withdrew further away, he suddenly heard Lu Shifeng call him.

With no choice, he returned with a bitter expression, "Young master, any other instructions?"

"You mentioned having a son earlier," Lu Shifeng looked at Su Xingyu lying in the messy bed covers, her cheeks unusually flushed with fever, "How can we ensure having a son soon?"

This...!

If he weren’t the young master’s doctor, he’d almost want to slap him. The girl is lying sick and unconscious on the bed, and all this beast is thinking about is having a son?!

"Well..." The family doctor hesitated.

"Speak." The murderous aura around Lu Shifeng began accumulating again. Isn’t it possible that with a son, she’d be less prone to running away and stop flirting with other men?

He longed for a son with her...

His heir, the finest heir.

The family doctor saw no way to avoid the situation and reluctantly said, "You’ve only been married for six months, it’s normal for the young madam not to be pregnant... Yes, yes, she’s weak, really weak!" Seeing Lu Shifeng’s sharp gaze, the family doctor quickly said, "This requires thorough physical conditioning, not something solved in a single day, once the young madam recovers, I’ll prescribe some herbs and with nourishment from Mrs. Gui, in time... no, very soon, very soon!" Lu Shifeng began glaring again, scaring him into saying, "She’ll be pregnant very soon!"

Lu Shifeng was finally satisfied and allowed him to leave.

After dismissing Mrs. Gui as well, the bedroom was silent, and Lu Shifeng sat at the black silk bed’s head, silently gazing at Su Xingyu’s slumbering face.

She’s truly beautiful, truly, more so than any other girl he’s seen, even in such a weakened state, she possesses an alluring charm.

Before meeting her, Lu Shifeng never believed he’d lose emotional control over a woman, but yesterday, when he couldn’t reach her on the phone, the anxiety and worry felt like they would consume him. Later, upon seeing her in Qin Mu’s embrace at the show, the anxiety transformed into overwhelming fury. At that moment, he thought if there was a hell, he’d drag her down with him.

Hence, he ignored her cries of pain.

Hence, he viciously claimed her.

But he regretted it; harming her might be the worst strategy. Making her obediently bear him a son would be the right approach.

By then, she wouldn’t need his words to fulfill the duties of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

"Xingyu..." Lu Shifeng’s long fingers caressed her burning cheek, "Marrying me means you’re mine; there’s no escape."

Yet, she remained unconscious on the bed.

The butler was efficient, by dawn he had clarified what had happened the previous day: "It was Miss Zhuang’s doing; she caused a traffic jam on the expressway, disrupting nearby base stations and causing no signal, so the young madam had to walk a long way after leaving the 108 highway, which damaged her feet, and then was reprimanded for missing the show."

"Zhuang Heng?"

"Yes, I feared errors, so I asked Mr. Xie Jian for help investigating, and he confirmed through his channels that it was Miss Zhuang."