Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 266 - 279: Confession Under the Moonlight

His eyes held a hidden fire that made her afraid.

But she understood well, if she didn’t agree to go home with him now, who knows what might happen?

Mr. Lu was burning with desire, desperately needing to extinguish the fire, and she was the pitiful firefighter, the sacrificial little rabbit, woe is her.

Damn it!

She silently cursed Mr. Lu in her heart, unwilling, putting up a last struggle: "What about the guests if we leave? What happens to them?" The guests in the venue were all invited by him. How could she leave them unattended and sneak away with him?

But Mr. Lu didn’t care: "They can enjoy themselves, we’ll go."

With that, he gave no chance for the poor little rabbit to resist and took her hand, leaving the venue.

Moonlight like flowing silver spread across the earth, with insects chirping all around.

The night wind made Su Xingyu feel a bit cold, and she felt something soft and warm on her shoulder. Looking down, it was his coat.

She wanted to refuse: "If you give it to me, won’t you be cold? I-I’m not cold, keep it for yourself."

But he merely glanced at her, as though seeing through her lie, and continued to lead her forward by the hand.

She walked quickly behind him, staring at his back. He looked so good—his shoulders upright, back straight—a well-tailored white shirt rippling in the night wind made her heart a little more chaotic. She was immersed in wild thoughts, her heart thumping like a startled deer, and didn’t even know how she was led to the car, brought home, and left on the bed.

"Take it off yourself, or should I help you?" The large bed in the bedroom was spacious. He leaned over her, a hand slipping inside her cheongsam.

The heat of his palm brought her back to reality, making her curl her slender, beautiful legs in a panic, blushing: "Don’t be reckless, this dress was sewn by Grandma, don’t tear it." He was always rough in certain matters, often destroying a dress a night. She didn’t want to explain to Grandma where it went next time, saying it was ruined by his passion.

Upon hearing, Lu Shifeng smiled wickedly: "Then take it off yourself."

Her face turned redder, as if about to drip blood, weakly saying: "Could you turn around?"

"Is there anywhere on you I haven’t seen?"

"I-I..." Under his unabashed gaze, she was about to cry, dying of shame. How was she supposed to undress?

"My patience is limited," he said, unwilling to negotiate, "if you don’t move, I’ll start tearing."

"I’ll do it! I’ll do it!" Compared to being seen, damaging Grandma’s hand-stitched dress was worse. In a rush, Su Xingyu fumbled clumsily with the flower buttons on the cheongsam.

Unexpectedly, the more anxious she was, the harder it was to undo.

Looking at Mr. Lu’s changing gaze, she felt like a rabbit trapped in a pit while the wolf silently watched from the rim...

Watching her...

Finally, the impatient big bad wolf grabbed her small hand, helping to undo the buttons: "Wasting time is useless."

"Hey, you...!" Her unfinished protest was silenced by his lips.

She felt a chill on her body as the beautiful camellia-patterned cheongsam was taken away, promptly replaced by his body...

She was dazed, feeling as if floating among the clouds, not sure how many times he flipped her, eventually curling into his embrace to fall into a deep sleep.

She awoke in the middle of the night.

Bathed in moonlight like water, he slept peacefully beside her, even his normally stern facial lines seemed softer.

She turned quietly to watch him.

Was this the person she was meant to spend her life with?

Even now, after more than half a year, she often felt unreality.

On his left shoulder was a row of shallow tooth marks she had made earlier, in pain, while her body was covered with traces of him, like the vivid disarray on her embroidered cheongsam.

"Lu Shifeng..."

She softly called his name.

After a moment of silence, seeing no reaction, she gathered her courage and traced his brow and eyes with her slender fingers.

"I... like you."

The last three words were as light as a whisper.

She herself didn’t even know when she began to like him, perhaps when he danced with her tonight, perhaps earlier at the Qin Family’s engagement party when he stood up for her, or perhaps even earlier...

Her fingertips stopped at his lips, lightly sighing.

What should she do? They say the one who falls in love first loses, especially since he doesn’t believe in love.

But who can control matters of the heart?

She was just a simple girl initially, eager to pursue photography, but now, she too had worries.

The next morning, Lu Shifeng drove her to Feng Ren.

Their "boyfriend-girlfriend" relationship became public, Lu Shifeng said there was no need for her to hide. Accepting fate, she often rode his car to work.

She went to his office for lunch and no longer avoided public attention.

In contrast, Zhuang Heng’s visits to the office sharply reduced, even when he did appear, he tried to avoid seeing her.

The photography center fell into an eerie atmosphere.

But Su Xingyu didn’t care about the tense atmosphere, diligently focusing on her work. Whether or not she was Lu Shifeng’s "girlfriend", her work was flawless.

A few days later, she received a call from Liu Meizhi.

Finding a quiet spot to answer, her tone was cold: "Hello, what’s up?"

"Su Xingyu, you horrible girl! Do you know how badly you’ve hurt Qiqi?! You’re a bringer of bad luck..." Liu Meizhi wailed on the other end, cursing frantically.

Su Xingyu promptly hung up.

Liu Meizhi called back shortly after.

Su Xingyu answered: "Say what you need, if not I’ll hang up—if you call again, I won’t answer."

Liu Meizhi was intimidated, avoiding further insults, only crying and saying, "Come home to see Qiqi, she’s threatening to end her life! Xingyu, be compassionate. I’m turning to you because I have no choice. You can’t ignore Qiqi after what you’ve done to her!"

Su Xingyu filtered out the accusations of harming Qiqi, curious about what happened: "End her life?"

"Exactly," Liu Meizhi sobbed heavily, "Ever since the Qin Family canceled the wedding, Qiqi hasn’t eaten, cries daily, and threatens suicide! I went to see Qin Mu, but that heartless guy wouldn’t meet! Even Zhuang... in any case, Xingyu, I’m relying on you! You share half the same blood! Don’t be heartless!"

Ha, heartless?

Did they talk about conscience when they humiliated her?

Su Xingyu hung up, wondering whether to go or not.