Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 310 - 323: Rose Embroidery

Su Xingyu remained silent for a moment. Initially, the request didn’t seem too unreasonable, but Du Shuxian’s arrogant demeanor was truly infuriating.

Lu Shifeng said from the side, "We’re leaving for S City tomorrow."

Du Shuxian covered her face and started crying again, "Dad, Mom, look at him! It’s been less than a year since he got married, and now he’s like this! What kind of fate is this for me..." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Lu Shifeng frowned, "Mother, this is my decision, it has nothing to do with Xingyu."

"You say it’s unrelated!" Du Shuxian cried even harder, "You weren’t like this before she entered our home! Shifeng, don’t cover for her; it’s because of her that you’re disrespectful towards your elders!..."

Lu Shifeng’s expression gradually turned cold, and his voice was equally cold: "Are you done talking? If you are, go back to your own quarters and rest. If you want to stay here, that’s fine; Xingyu and I will leave for the city tonight."

Du Shuxian didn’t expect him to be so resolute, and she cried and sobbed endlessly.

Su Xingyu looked at the side profile of the man beside her and felt deeply moved. It was truly rare for him to stand up for her at such a time. But precisely because of this, she didn’t want their relationship as mother and son to become too strained because of her, and she softened her voice to persuade, "It’s getting late; everyone should disperse. Mother needs some rest, let someone take her back. Don’t let her stay out in the cold too long—it’s not good for her injured foot."

The old master, who had been silent all along, glanced at her and said, "Let someone take Shuxian back."

The old master, with absolute authority in this family, had spoken. Even though Du Shuxian had anger and grievances in her heart, she could only endure it and was carried back to her own quarters while wiping her tears.

Within moments, everyone in Su Xingyu and Lu Shifeng’s small courtyard was gone.

Lu Shifeng first instructed the servants, "From now on, if I’m not around and Mother comes again, don’t let her in."

The servants replied meekly, keeping their eyes down.

He walked over and took Su Xingyu’s small hand. Standing in the cold for so long, her hand was icy cold without any warmth. "It’s so cold," he frowned. "In the future, if she gives you trouble, call for me."

Su Xingyu looked up and smiled, "You’re so busy. How can I disturb you with such trivial matters? It’s okay. After all, Mother is family; she won’t really do anything to me, no matter how much she dislikes me. Maybe in time, things will change."

He tucked her cold little hand into his coat pocket and led her inside, "It’s the fourth day; come back with me tomorrow."

Are we really leaving?

She was momentarily stunned and then thought for a moment before asking, "The elders won’t have any objections, right?"

"Why would they have any objections?" Lu Shifeng glanced at her. Under the soft light, her cheeks were as delicate as flower petals, making him want to kiss her. "There’s lots of work at the headquarters, and I can’t be away. If I return, you should too. They’re all waiting for a great-grandchild."

Su Xingyu’s face flushed instantly. Why couldn’t he stop bringing this up?

His tall and slender figure leaned closer, his thin lips touched her eyelids briefly like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"When will you give me a son? Hmm?" he asked in a husky voice.

"I, I..." She was both shy and flustered, and despite the many times they’d been together, she couldn’t remain calm, avoiding him with uneven breaths, "I..."

He chuckled softly, scooped her up horizontally, and laid her on the bed.

The room was filled with a romantic ambiance...

However, the next day, she ultimately didn’t leave.

Du Shuxian, who had suffered both physically and emotionally in their courtyard, fell ill, likely due to her age and frail health. That night, she coughed and developed a high fever. Though not in the most critical state, she was still conscious, but lay in bed cursing Su Xingyu for being wicked and unfilial, lamenting her misfortune at having no one to care for her in her old age.

During the festive season, her fussing displeased the old master and the old lady greatly.

The old lady sent her personal maid to deliver a message, telling her to stop crying and to focus on recovering. However, within two hours, her condition worsened.

The family doctor told the old lady, "Madam’s ailment is likely a heartache; unless the sadness within her is resolved, it will be difficult to cure."

Du Shuxian still cried and demanded that Su Xingyu attend to her.

The old lady cursed her for being a troublemaker but had no solutions. Her daughter-in-law had lived a pampered life for most of her existence, and experiencing such a shock now was indeed overwhelming.

Supporting her forehead, the old lady thought for a moment and instructed the servants, "Go ask Xingyu if she’s willing to stay with me for a while longer." She didn’t intend for Su Xingyu to really wait on Du Shuxian hand and foot, being treated poorly as a new daughter-in-law. As long as Su Xingyu stayed in the old house and visited Du Shuxian daily as a gesture, it would be enough to save some face for her.

Moreover, the old lady was quite reluctant to let Su Xingyu go, considering keeping her around as company for a while longer wasn’t bad either.

Upon hearing the servant’s message, Su Xingyu thought for a moment and said to Lu Shifeng, "How about I stay a few more days? You can go back first?"

Lu Shifeng said, "Be careful of Mother’s troublemaking."

Su Xingyu smiled and replied, "Trouble is inevitable, but I’m not one to allow myself to be bullied. Besides, there’s Grandma. She really likes me."

Lu Shifeng thought about it. In this old house, the old lady was indeed the kindest to Su Xingyu, even gifting her treasured wedding clothes from her own youth. What was there to be afraid of? So, he nodded, "Be careful in all matters."

Su Xingyu saw him off and stayed behind to take care of Du Shuxian.

True to form, Du Shuxian behaved erratically during her illness, making unreasonable demands, and every day she would engage in sarcastic insults and make her do various tasks—open the window, close the window, wondering if she might use a hundred different ways to torment her as old-fashioned mothers-in-law might.

Su Xingyu didn’t spend long with her each day. She would endure what she could, and when she couldn’t, she’d tell Du Shuxian that the old lady had sent for her. She used the old lady as an excuse to find peace elsewhere.

The old lady chuckled and called her a clever little one.

Su Xingyu also laughed, "I’m really here to keep Grandma company. The flowers you’ve been teaching me to embroider, I’ve made some progress with them these past few days."

As they spoke, the grandmother and granddaughter sat beneath a tree in the stone-paved courtyard. The winter sun shone warmly through the branches, gently enveloping them in light. Beside her was a small embroidery frame with a snow-white handkerchief on it. One corner was adorned with intricately embroidered roses using threads of varying shades of white and silver.

The old lady took it to examine and praised her: "You really do have a skillful hand. When I first learned embroidery, I was nowhere near as good as you."

Su Xingyu blushed slightly, "Grandma, you’re teasing me. My stitches are obviously crooked."

The roses were embroidered with great care, but a closer look revealed that many stitches weren’t exactly neat.

The old lady replied, "It’s the thought that counts. Shifeng will surely like it when he sees it."

It was meant for Lu Shifeng, and hearing the old lady say so made Su Xingyu uneasy, "Do you think he’ll really like it?"