Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 244 - 256: Affection in the Wind

Ouyang Yi’s voice was magnetic and enchanting, with a hint of allure: "What is he like?"

Su Xingyu gently shook her head, her beautiful eyes lost as she stared at the coffee. What is he like? He has autism, doesn’t know how to interact with people, and doesn’t know how to establish a normal relationship. But how could she say these things to an outsider? That was his secret.

"He’s quite good." After a long while, Su Xingyu sighed deeply, saying in a low voice.

A thoughtful expression flashed across Ouyang Yi’s handsome face, but he quickly concealed it, clinking his coffee cup with hers, and chuckled softly: "If there’s any trouble, feel free to come to me anytime."

He was very patient with the girl in front of him. In fact, this was also his high-level technique for hunting women all these years. Women, especially women like Su Xingyu with delicate thoughts, must not be rushed. He had to take things slowly, allowing her to gradually lower her guard and open her heart to him.

Although, during the course of pursuing Su Xingyu, he found himself growing increasingly impatient.

He suppressed the impatience in his heart, casually accompanying her to drink coffee, chatting with her about travel experiences from all over the world. Unknowingly, time passed by.

"I should go," Su Xingyu finished her cappuccino, glanced at her watch, and smiled at him, "Thank you for the coffee, it was a pleasant chat today." It was an exception for her; she didn’t adhere to the rule set with Lu Shifeng of ’no private contact with Ouyang Yi,’ but this time the situation was truly sudden, she didn’t consider much.

Only when she picked up her bag did she remember how she would explain herself when she got home.

The glance Lu Shifeng gave before he left made her heart feel suspended in mid-air, not knowing what she would face when it settled.

Seeing her hesitating expression, Ouyang Yi also stood up, reaching out as if to help carry her bag as he had done when they met: "Let’s go, I’ll see you off."

She snapped back to reality, shifted her bag to her side: "No need, I can manage it myself."

"At least let me walk you to the roadside and call a cab," Ouyang Yi said, "I can’t help worrying about you being alone as a girl."

Su Xingyu nodded but still refused his help to carry her bag—had it not been for this misleading move when they came, perhaps Lu Shifeng’s expression wouldn’t have been so unpleasant.

The two walked along the gravel path from the café to the outside. The path was winding and took about five minutes to reach the asphalt road.

Su Xingyu looked up and saw a car parked by the roadside.

A black Bentley, the license plate she could recite backward.

And a man was standing outside the car, impeccably dressed, his narrow, sharp eyes quietly staring at her and Ouyang Yi.

Lu Shifeng.

Su Xingyu didn’t expect him to be waiting here. How long had he been waiting alone?

She just drank coffee with Ouyang Yi for at least several dozen minutes, did he just wait here all this time? What happened to his busy schedule?

Su Xingyu’s steps instinctively halted, somewhat apprehensive, not daring to approach.

Lu Shifeng walked towards them from beside the car.

Ouyang Yi stepped in front of him: "You’re scaring Xingyu."

"Don’t call her Xingyu. Step aside," Lu Shifeng stared at Ouyang Yi, his voice cold as ice shards.

"She’s your wife, you should treat her well," Ouyang Yi refused to give way, threateningly, "If you dare to treat her poorly, there will be others in this world who will treat her well."

"Who? You?" Lu Shifeng let out a scornful snort, raising a hand to push Ouyang Yi aside. The tall, muscular model at 1.9 meters fell aside like thin paper under his single-handed force, blown away by the wind.

"Alright, alright, I won’t provoke you today," Ouyang Yi said, "but my words stay here, indefinitely valid."

Saying this, he glanced at Su Xingyu before turning towards his parked sports car on the roadside.

At the intersection of the asphalt road and gravel path, only Lu Shifeng and Su Xingyu remained.

Su Xingyu was indeed somewhat afraid of him, seeing him approach, she instinctively retreated two steps, backing to the flower bed.

Lu Shifeng satisfactorily glanced at the equipment bag on her shoulder, good, this time she remembered to carry it herself, not casually handing it to that Ouyang Yi.

"Forgot what I told you?" He squinted his dark eyes slightly and asked her.

"I..." She definitely remembered what he had said, no private contact with Ouyang Yi. "But..."

Before she could finish, her chin was pinched, followed by a long, aggressively invasive kiss. She wanted to scream, wanted to struggle, tried her best to kick and hit him, but as usual, these moves were useless against him. His domineering assault left her breathless from lack of oxygen until he was satisfied and finally stopped.

"Lu Shifeng!" She covered her slightly swollen and bruised lips, eyes filled with faint mist, "What are you doing!" Why always bullying her?!

He intended to scold her more but seeing her tears, inexplicably softened slightly: "I just want to remind you what to remember and what not to do."

"Remind?" Her grievances burst forth, couldn’t help but quietly shouting at him, "Then at the café entrance before, were you trying to remind me too?! What do you mean by coming home early to wait for you, in front of so many people! Have you thought about how they would see me?!"

Lu Shifeng was stunned, he really hadn’t.

He was eager to declare ownership over her back then, not considering so much.

"A lot of people know you’re my woman," Lu Shifeng patiently told her, "You forgot at my birthday party, those influential figures from various fields heard the announcement. Now a few more know, so what? I have adhered to our agreement, not telling them you’re my wife."

"That’s the problem!" Su Xingyu was furious, wishing she could hit him, "They’ll treat me as your mistress! Better I be your wife than that!"

"So, do you want to announce your status as my wife?"

"Dream on!" Su Xingyu’s eyes grew red, stubbornly holding back tears from falling, this arrogant man who doesn’t consider her at all!

With unknown courage, she glared at him fiercely, stormed into the Bentley car.

Lu Shifeng didn’t say anything more on this matter, silently got into the car too, instructing the driver to detour and drop her home, returning to his business.

Su Xingyu sulked the entire afternoon at home, went to bed without waiting for him to return at night.

She tossed and turned for a long time, as the stars appeared in the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, she heard the bedroom door open behind her.

She turned her back angrily and pretended to sleep.

Lu Shifeng called softly: "Xingyu."

She shut her eyes, ignoring him.

So Lu Shifeng made no sound, a breeze by the bedside, faintly carrying the scent of flowers.

Strange, why was there a floral scent?

She couldn’t resist peeking open her eyes, spotting a crystal vase placed on the bedside table, filled with a large bouquet of beautifully blooming white roses.