Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 311 - 324: Wedding Invitations

The long days were quiet, and as she sat with the old lady, she decided to learn embroidery.

Embroidery as a craft had long fallen out of fashion. Shoes, quilts, silk fans had been replaced by modern industrial products. After some thinking, she decided to embroider a handkerchief for Lu Shifeng. Although not often used, in many formal occasions, gentlemen would fold a handkerchief in their jacket pocket—a classic and elegant gesture.

The thought of her handkerchief resting against his chest filled her with sweetness.

The old lady smiled at her shy demeanor and said, "Shifeng, despite his stern appearance, he knows well who’s kind to him and who’s not. If it weren’t for that..." She couldn’t help but sigh, "He wouldn’t have gotten into this situation with Shuxian."

When the old lady mentioned that unreasonable mother-in-law, Su Xingyu couldn’t help but want to sigh too, but she didn’t want to worry the old lady, so she comforted her, "Things will get better."

The old lady patted her hand, "Thankfully, we have you in the main family."

Su Xingyu set off for S City a week later, taking along many items, including various goodies and trinkets prepared by the old lady, as well as the handkerchief she had embroidered with her own hands.

She handed the handkerchief to Lu Shifeng, feeling a bit anxious, and asked him, "Does it look good? It’s my first time doing needlework. The embroidery isn’t great, and I wonder if you’ll like it."

He accepted it. The snow-white handkerchief was adorned with dark rose patterns blooming progressively, beautiful beyond words.

"It’s very pretty," he said.

She then chuckled sweetly.

Lu Shifeng asked her, "How are the wedding preparations going?"

She replied, "I’m thinking about discussing it with you. How about the second Sunday two months from now? It’s just the start of spring, with pleasant weather. I checked the almanac, and the date is auspicious."

He said, "Okay, I’ll have Xie Jian clear the schedule." Then asked her, "Have you drafted the guest list? Let me take a look." Everything else could be left to her, but the guest list for the wedding was crucial—friends and family, business partners, industry peers, social elites—all needed due consideration.

Su Xingyu said, "I’ve drafted it, and I’ve asked Xie Jian and Mr. Chen, who is at my grandfather’s side, for a list too. But it’s not completely organized yet. Once it’s sorted, I’ll definitely let you have a look."

Feeling assured, he went back to his work.

Su Xingyu understood that the guest list was a big deal, and for several days, she didn’t forget to think about it even during work.

In the office, Fang Luohua was naturally calling out, "Xingyu, invite me! Invite me! I’ve never attended a high-society wedding. Let us broaden our horizons."

All the colleagues in the photography center were excited. As ordinary employees, they might never get the chance to personally experience a high-society wedding. If Su Xingyu was willing to invite them, it would surely be an unforgettable experience.

Su Xingyu had long promised them. Of course, she smiled and said, "Everyone in our department will get an invitation. Once the invites are ready, I’ll bring them to you first."

The office echoed with cheers rising and falling.

Only Xia Ranran beside her seemed to think of something, couldn’t help but quietly ask, "Xingyu, regarding Miss Zhuang... will you give her an invitation too?" Everyone knew that Su Xingyu and Zhuang Heng were at odds. Sending an invitation to Zhuang Heng at this time seemed too delicate and could easily spark another conflict.

Su Xingyu glanced around with her clear, light brown eyes and saw that Zhuang Heng’s desk was still empty, having not come to work for a long time.

She thought for a moment, "I’ll have someone send her the invitation. As for whether she’ll come, that’s up to her."

Regardless, courtesy must be maintained.

As the young bride of the Lu Family, she didn’t have the right to be capricious. She had to handle many matters of etiquette.

Xia Ranran was about to say something when she saw a well-dressed woman walk in, with carefully made-up features, dazzling earrings, big wavy long curls, high heels, full of aura. She walked directly to Su Xingyu, and wherever she went, everyone in the office turned to look at her, silent—as Zhuang Heng.

Why had she come at this time?

Zhuang Heng stopped in front of Su Xingyu, her meticulously crafted eyes flashing a complex look. Arrogantly, she looked at Su Xingyu, her tone cold, "So you’re talking about invitations, aren’t you? You don’t need to give me one, Su Xingyu. Let Shifeng send someone to deliver it to the Zhuang Family directly. He’s been raised under my father’s watch since childhood, and our family won’t miss out on such courtesy. No need for your hypocrisy."

Everyone in the office was stunned. She was obviously defeated by Su Xingyu, yet why was she still so arrogant?

Su Xingyu was also slightly taken aback, then smiled at her, "Shifeng has long entrusted all wedding matters to me, didn’t you know?"

"You!" Zhuang Heng’s brows raised sharply, and this girl, with just a few words, could easily provoke her anger. She struggled to hold back, finally snorted coldly, "He was just momentarily bewitched to marry you. Just wait and see. At the wedding, I want to see what skills you have to make him devoted to you!"

Hearing this harsh remark, Su Xingyu couldn’t help but retort, "It’s none of your business whether I have the ability. As for you, are you feeling better?"

Zhuang Heng had been hospitalized due to the stress from Su Xingyu and Lu Shifeng’s wedding, which everyone knew. At this moment, being mocked by Su Xingyu deepened her jealousy and hatred towards Xingyu.

Zhuang Heng wanted to tear Su Xingyu’s pretty little face but reconsidered and replaced it with a smile, "Isn’t it pitiful that it takes small households and riffraff to dare reach for high society? Not afraid of being laughed at."

With that, she gave Su Xingyu a disdainful look and turned to leave the office.

Su Xingyu watched her back silently.

Everyone in the office watched her back silently.

After a long while, Xia Ranran was the first to speak, uncertainly, "Did Miss Zhuang come here this time... specifically to talk about the invitations?"

"More like to ridicule me," Su Xingyu said, unfazed, and withdrew her gaze.

"Xingyu, you have to be careful," now Xia Ranran had switched sides, eager to curry favor with Su Xingyu, worrying over her, "What did Miss Zhuang mean with her last words, was she mocking your background as not classy enough? ... By the way, have you sorted out your bridesmaids and main guests on your side yet? If during the wedding the Lu Family overshadows you, wouldn’t it just fulfill Zhuang Heng’s intention?"

Hearing her words, many who had been eavesdropping recalled that among the invited guests for the wedding, the groom’s side definitely included high-society families and renowned elites, but what about the bride? Her estranged father might or might not attend, and her friends were merely these nameless colleagues—in comparison, it truly lacked proper standing.