Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 158 - 159: Whose Cake to Cut

It’s far harder to make a high-up, restrained, and ascetic man fall for you than a playboy!

All at once, a myriad of eyes focused on Su Xingyu. Just what kind of magic did this girl in a light blue gauze dress possess to conquer Mr. Lu? Especially those families trying to marry their daughters to Lu Shifeng, their gazes stabbed through her as if with X-rays, wanting to see through her inside and out. So, Mr. Lu likes this type? Delicate, quiet, seemingly unnoticed, but if you push her, a single sentence could leave you speechless...

Poor Miss Zhuang, who had painstakingly followed Mr. Lu’s side for so many years, only to be publicly humiliated in the end.

A few guests couldn’t help but find schadenfreude, ha, Miss Zhuang wasn’t the only one eyeing a marriage with the Lu Family. They had watched Miss Zhuang getting close to Mr. Lu, anxious inside. Now that Su Xingyu suddenly appeared, how could one not be joyful? At least, Su Xingyu seemed to have no status or background, Mr. Lu was probably just toying with her, no real threat to marriage alliances!

Understanding this, the guests’ smiles grew wider.

Su Xingyu felt as if those burning gazes pinned her like needles on her back, her face burning with embarrassment.

She never expected Lu Shifeng to be so direct, publicly saying "my woman" in front of so many people!

"I..." she instinctively opened her mouth to retort, but upon glimpsing Lu Shifeng’s cold and domineering expression, she swallowed all her words. Going against him in private was already hard enough, let alone in front of so many people, including the two distinguished Lee Family guests. If she dared to say anything displeasing, she might be torn to shreds!

With this realization, Su Xingyu lightly bit her lip.

The banquet hall’s brilliant lights highlighted her porcelain-like skin, making her bowing figure even more delicate and charming.

Lee Lei, who started the topic, eyed everyone’s reaction with interest, lazily smiling: "If you hadn’t said it, Big Brother Shifeng, I would’ve thought Miss Zhuang was your woman."

"Lei, don’t be disrespectful," Mr. Lee gave a mild rebuke but wasn’t truly angry.

However, Zhuang Heng, who was named, felt as if she had been placed on a burning furnace, extremely embarrassed. No matter how adept she was at maintaining her composure, a hint of awkwardness appeared on her face: "Mr. Lee really knows how to joke." Though she said this, her heart churned as if fried in oil: Lu Shifeng and that little brat Su Xingyu were really together?! Why?!

Her face turned slightly pale, only maintaining her composure with great effort.

Lee Lei chuckled again, revealing a neat set of white teeth.

Miss Zhuang, seeing his demeanor, felt a twinge of apprehension. She had long heard that the young master of the Lee Family, despite his age, was quite troublesome, and today he lived up to that reputation. She had no idea what had offended him to make him mock her so openly.

What Zhuang Heng didn’t know was that, unlike the aloof and abstinent Lu Shifeng, Mr. Lee had grown up among women, taken to red-light districts by family hitmen at age three, embroiled in fights between infatuated girls at age five, and by six could entice young misses to elope with him... with a string of misdemeanors to his name. Now in his teens, he’d seen all kinds of women and easily saw through Zhuang Heng’s intentions, finding her quite disagreeable.

After lightly teasing Zhuang Heng, Lee Lei turned to Su Xingyu: "Hello."

Many envious, jealous, and hateful glances shot at Su Xingyu—having Mr. Lee initiate a greeting was a rare fortune! Even among many prominent figures on the scene, most wouldn’t be noticed by Mr. Lee!

But Su Xingyu didn’t mind. Having spent so much time alongside Lu Shifeng, she was immune to such high-level figures. She responded with a casual greeting, then paid respects to Mr. Lee.

Mr. Lee nodded slightly, saying nothing further.

Earlier, Lu Shifeng only introduced her as "my woman," without specifying if she were a girlfriend or fiancée.

"My woman" is too ambiguous a term, could mean anything from a casual fling to an official wife. Though, judging from Lu Shifeng’s serious manner when presenting her to family elders, it was unlikely to be a fling, nor could she possibly be the official wife. It was best to maintain a slight distance.

However...

The intriguing part was why Lu Shifeng would bring an unrecognized woman to such an event.

This was also on the guests’ minds as someone tried to get close to Su Xingyu: "Miss Su, what are you holding? Must be heavy by now; here, let me help you find somewhere to put it."

Such a contrast in attitude about setting down things compared to earlier, worlds apart.

Su Xingyu glanced at Lu Shifeng again.

Lu Shifeng was also looking at her: "Put it on the cake table."

"But," this time, Zhuang Heng spoke again, forcing herself to calm down, trying to assert her presence, "there’s already a birthday cake prepared on the cake table, no room at all. Shifeng, you told me earlier to wait to cut it so we could wait for Mr. Lee and Mr. Lee Jr. Now that they’ve arrived, why not cut the cake first, and later find a place for Xingyu’s?"

Even if Su Xingyu was Mr. Lu’s woman, so what? Zhuang Heng believed Lu Shifeng was just momentarily infatuated, and only a distinguished lady like her could manage his household affairs as the lady of the house!

Who would have thought Lu Shifeng would say, "I wasn’t waiting for Mr. Lee."

"What?" Zhuang Heng was slightly stunned.

They all watched as Lu Shifeng turned to Mr. Lee: "Sorry, Sir, I didn’t know you’d be coming, I wasn’t intentionally waiting. But your timing is perfect; you can try the birthday cake Xingyu made herself."

What...?!

Everyone was stunned, then suddenly realized that was a birthday cake Su Xingyu was holding!

No wonder she had brought it all the way to the party; it was her duty as Lu’s woman!

The guests who had ridiculed Su Xingyu earlier now fidgeted awkwardly. Their criticism that she lacked manners for bringing a box was blatantly slapping Lu Shifeng’s face. Dear God... they honestly hadn’t meant to!

Zhuang Heng’s face was even more unsightly: "Shifeng, though Xingyu’s cake is well-intentioned, it’s not suitable for an occasion like this... It’s all prestigious guests here; why don’t we cut the large cake I prepared for you? It’s specially arranged by a French chef for such grand ceremonies, much more appropriate."