Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 160 - 161: Lu Shifeng, Do We Have a Grudge?
Lu Shifeng divided a few pieces for the important figures, and the rest just watched eagerly.
They realized that those who could get a piece of this cake were extraordinary, guests of honor among the distinguished guests at this party, a symbol of status. Who doesn’t hope for the next honor to fall on themselves?
As the cake dwindled, these socialites didn’t say it, but their eyes were filled with restlessness.
Lu Shifeng saved a piece for himself, left one for Su Xingyu, leaving just two pieces. He looked around at the eager guests and handed them to his young wife: "You decide on these last two pieces."
The unbelievable stares again fell onto Su Xingyu—
This wasn’t an ordinary cake distribution! Whoever could get a piece represented the Lu Family’s favor and recognition!
They could even predict that with the end of tonight’s party, news about who got the cake would spread throughout the circles by tomorrow. Who knows how many business decisions and alliances might change because of this critical matter, and Mr. Lu was casually entrusting it to a woman?!
What insight could a woman clinging to a man have? Isn’t this absurd?
But Mr. Lu... is not someone absurd...
This could only mean one thing, that he truly valued this woman!
The looks at Su Xingyu changed again and again, filled with intrigue.
Su Xingyu, though not knowing what they thought, understood that cake sharing was no simple task—its number was right there, and she wasn’t foolish. She secretly cursed Lu Shifeng for being cunning and crafty, taking several pieces himself and leaving her with the hardest last two! If she gave them to guests A and B, guests C and D would be upset, and might even think if Mr. Lu were dividing, perhaps the cake would have been theirs; vice versa as well. So they wouldn’t have hatred toward Lu Shifeng...
The hatred would be on her!
Su Xingyu was moved to tears.
The cake plate in front of her was like a hot potato, and she felt it must have been due to their argument where she refused to apologize that caused his retaliatory strike. Offending half of the party’s esteemed guests...!
Basically, offending half of high society!
This really is... too thrilling!
Su Xingyu cursed Lu Shifeng in her heart seventeen or eighteen times, weakly asking, "Can I...not divide them?"
Lu Shifeng’s long eyes squinted slightly: "Among so many people, is there not a single one you fancy?"
"!!" Su Xingyu almost wanted to kill him, with this one sentence, those complex stares immediately turned into knife-like glares at her, wishing to tear this woman who dared to insult them into pieces.
She shivered but bravely picked up the cake plate.
Zhuang Heng wanted to reach out to take it: "Let me."
While speaking, she gently turned to Lu Shifeng, "Shifeng, don’t trouble Xingyu, she wouldn’t know this."
Before Lu Shifeng spoke, Su Xingyu already grew bold from indignation, bullying her again?! "I’ll do it myself," she dodged Zhuang Heng’s hand, and her initially distressed expression turned firm, "Miss Zhuang, no need to trouble you, it’s just dividing a cake, what’s there not to know? To those who know, it’s your goodwill to help me, but to those who don’t, your words would make me seem like an idiot." Today, her temper got the better of her, making her words not so kind.
Zhuang Heng’s face shifted slightly, forcing out a smile: "How could that be."
With a trace of grievance, she retreated to Lu Shifeng’s side.
Lu Shifeng’s brow furrowed subtly; ever since the late incident at the fashion show, he had someone investigate when Su Xingyu had offended Zhuang Heng, but still hadn’t found results. It seemed, was it possibly due to that mouth?
This girl, sometimes her words could be a bit too harsh.
"Distribute them," he ordered.
The rage in Su Xingyu’s heart flared greater, she had kindly baked a cake for him, sending it over naively, now she had to risk offending half of high society being ordered around like a servant! Fine, he wanted her to divide the cake, she will randomly distribute them! After all, she didn’t know any of the guests, whoever got a piece, it’s still given!
She picked one piece up, walked to a girl in a black Chanel dress not far away, "This piece is for you, you look beautiful." From the moment she came in with the cake box and faced Zhuang Heng’s subtle ridicules, only this girl hadn’t shown a look of disdain, so she was willing to give her the cake.
Guests around them stirred into a commotion—
Indeed, lower-class people are lower-class, can’t even divide a piece of cake!
This girl was merely an entrepreneur who’d acquired some venture capital, without any family background, perhaps she could awe people in society, but here at a party full of nobles, she was just an insignificant figure.
Su Xingyu, giving the cake to such a nobody, wasn’t this an insult to esteemed guests like Mr. Lee?
Many people eyed Mr. Lee for his reaction, but he, being seasoned with self-control, showed no emotion at all. Even Lee Lei beside him, maintained his smiling expression from the moment Lu Shifeng issued the command.
But the girl, shocked and honored: "Miss Su, this is too valuable, this..."
"What value does a piece of cake have?" Su Xingyu smiled slightly, "Don’t tell me a whole person like you doesn’t deserve a piece of cake?"
This...!
The girl’s heart suddenly trembled, and suddenly, the sweet and sour of her entrepreneurial years surged in her heart. Yes, she strived so hard endlessly chasing projects, forging connections, and creating products... finally able to stand in this party, alongside noble progeny born with silver spoons... such a her, didn’t she deserve a piece of cake?
She fought blood and sweat to get here, and would continue to fight!
Even if the cake was a hot potato, but... she wanted it!
She wanted the prestige the cake represented, the acknowledgment of her efforts, the new heights it represented!
Even if it meant braving storms and gales ahead!
She reached out, took this precious gift from Su Xingyu’s hands, solemnly said: "Thank you."
Su Xingyu smiled again, picking up the last piece on the table.
Whom should this piece go to? She was a bit troubled.
Apart from the girl in the black Chanel, the others, more or less, looked down on her, she didn’t want her painstakingly made cake ending up in rude hands.
Her clear eyes slowly scanned through the crowd, those who were seen couldn’t help but feel nervous; only this one piece left, no matter how much contempt they might have had for her allocation, they still wanted this last piece! Whoever got it, would be tonight’s winner!
