Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 159 - 160: Lu Shifeng’s Pettiness

Lu Shifeng said, "You want to be in charge of me?"

The cold lurking in his voice made one’s skin crawl.

Zhuang Heng shivered involuntarily, realizing she had violated one of his major taboos—this man was too obstinate, he definitely didn’t like being led around by the nose by a woman. She forced a smile, "How could I? I’m just making a suggestion."

Lu Shifeng’s knife-like gaze swept over her, then he called to Su Xingyu, "Follow me."

Su Xingyu silently followed, carrying a cake box. Along the short walk, she saw a luxurious table in the center of the banquet hall, with an elaborately decorated cake tower on it, like a piece of artwork.

Two waiters stood guard beside the cake tower.

Lu Shifeng instructed them, "Clear the table."

The two waiters were momentarily stunned, one of them noticed the large paper box in Su Xingyu’s hand, "Mr. Lu, this is the main table, it’s not easy to move. I can find another table for this young lady to place her things on."

"I want the main table," Lu Shifeng said.

The homeowner’s will is supreme, although the waiters were troubled, they cautiously moved away the delicate and easily damaged cake tower, cleaned the vacated table surface, and placed Su Xingyu’s paper box on it.

The light-colored patterned paper was tranquil and homely, not quite in harmony with the luxurious banquet style.

But since Mr. Lu personally ordered it, who would dare utter a word of dissent?

Not far away, the grandfather-grandson duo of the Lee Family, Zhuang Heng and a large group of guests gathered around, each looking at the cake box with different expressions. Originally, it held a cake tower by a famous French chef, meant just for show and appropriate enough. Zhuang Heng handled it well, with no one leaving any deep impressions. But now a regular cake took its place, which was different—a regular cake in such a grand occasion on the main table could only mean one thing—

Its origin was extraordinary.

What origin? Made by Mr. Lu’s woman’s own hands.

It seemed that Mr. Lu really valued this woman, even to the point of replacing the cake prepared by the Zhuang Family’s eldest daughter.

Those aristocrats who found Zhuang Heng disagreeable laughed silently again; huh, seeing her usually act like she was the Crown Princess Consort of the Lu Family, they almost believed that the alliance between the Lu and Zhuang Families was really predetermined. Now it seems she isn’t much in Mr. Lu’s eyes; otherwise, why would he slap her face for an unknown woman?

Hahaha!

Zhuang Heng was embarrassed by their gazes but had to maintain an air of elegance and composure, unable to vent her anger. She pursed her lips slightly, showing a bit of grace and grievance to Lu Shifeng, but Lu Shifeng didn’t even notice her distress.

In his eyes, Zhuang Heng? Just a pretty good subordinate, where was all the intricate thinking coming from?

He ordered Su Xingyu, "Open it."

Su Xingyu also pursed her lips slightly; being publicly ordered around by an overbearing man didn’t feel good. It made her feel like she was just a servant to command, or some insignificant object. But she had no choice; in front of so many people, she didn’t dare defy him, silently lowered her head, and carefully unpacked the box layer by layer.

The shallow-patterned paper box was opened, revealing the cake inside.

Not big, just 8 inches, the cream and charcoal-colored base were plain to see, a stark contrast to the exquisite cake tower made by the French chef Zhuang Heng had hired.

Zhuang Heng felt disdain in her heart, then indignation.

A well-known acquaintance voiced her discontent, covering her mouth in disgust, "This is too... simple, isn’t it?"

Su Xingyu heard the word simple and felt a bit embarrassed, "Black and white, quite fitting for Lu... him."

While speaking, she nervously glanced at Lu Shifeng. Although she was in a bad mood now and regretted listening to him by obediently coming to this party full of undercurrents, having come, and the cake already made, she didn’t want her hard-worked and hand-injuring creation to be despised by this man.

Lu Shifeng’s stern expression softened slightly; black and white were indeed colors he liked.

Simple, clean, distinct.

Her cake didn’t focus on craftsmanship but earnestly adhered to his taste. Compared to Zhuang Heng’s flashy cake tower, Su Xingyu’s was undoubtedly more to his liking.

The waiter stuck candles onto the cake.

Lu Shifeng formally followed the traditional birthday process, closed his eyes to make a wish, and blew out the candles.

All the guests responded appropriately with applause, the chorus of "Happy Birthday" ringing out incessantly.

Someone laughed and asked Lu Shifeng, "Mr. Lu, what wish did you make this year?"

Lu Shifeng glanced at Su Xingyu, said nothing.

"Oh dear, wishes can’t be spoken out loud," the familiar young Lee Lei chuckled, his sharply defined face handsome as if from the heavens above, "But let me guess, surely it’s hoping Blade Group reaches new heights, right?"

Lu Shifeng said, "Cut the cake."

So Lee Lei appropriately stopped the conversation, watching the cake cutting enthusiastically, "Tiramisu, I like it, can I have the part with more cream over there? I haven’t eaten Tiramisu in a long time."

Mr. Lee indulgently glared at him, "Mind your manners."

Lee Lei cheerfully pleaded with his grandpa, "Brother Shifeng doesn’t mind, so you shouldn’t either, okay?"

Watching this grandfather-grandson pair, Su Xingyu genuinely felt a bit envious; their close relationship unwittingly reminded her of her long-deceased grandpa. If her grandpa were still around, he would surely love her like this too, right...?

Her eyes turned slightly sour, she smiled, "All right, I’ll get you a big piece."

This time, it was Lu Shifeng’s turn to glare, a cold and sinister aura chilling the heart.

Su Xingyu hadn’t yet realized how she offended him when she felt her hand empty, the small knife intended for cutting the cake already snatched away. Lu Shifeng personally cut the first piece, respectfully handing it to Mr. Lee, "Sir, here’s yours."

Mr. Lee accepted with authority.

He cut another small piece, handing it to Lee Lei, "The cake is small, and there are many people; please be considerate."

Lee Lei: "..."

He had long heard of the Crown Prince of the Lu Family being somewhat petty, but he didn’t expect him to be petty to such an extent! Over a piece of cake made by his woman, amidst such a big crowd, and he’d go to such lengths!

"Brother Shifeng..." Lee Lei forced a smile, "The Lu Family isn’t impoverished to this extent, right?"

"Lei!" Mr. Lee glared at him again, this troublemaker, what kind of talk is that, always causing issues!

Luckily, in this top aristocratic circle, everyone has some understanding of each other, just like how Lee Lei has heard of Lu Shifeng’s reputation for being cold, serious, and petty, Lu Shifeng clearly remembers his antics.

He faintly glanced at Lee Lei, completely ignored him, and continued distributing the cake.

The cake is small, unable to satisfy everyone present, whom to give and whom not to give is a deep skill.