Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 322 - 335: The Little Rabbit Falling Into the Trap

She had long planned to expose the contraceptive pills at Su Xingyu’s wedding.

She was convinced that someone like Lu Shifeng, who cared so much about heirs, would fly into a rage and divorce Su Xingyu on the spot. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned; Lu Shifeng stubbornly went through with the wedding in such circumstances. Although he was rough with Su Xingyu that day, even causing her finger to bleed from the scrape of the wedding ring, it was still a wedding ring, and even though it was drenched in blood, it symbolized an unrepentant vow.

As Zhuang Heng thought of this, a few traces of venomous resentment showed on her meticulously made-up face.

Mrs. Gui shivered uncontrollably, thinking thank goodness the lady of our house is Su Xingyu, not this Miss Zhuang who on the surface appears gentle and kind but is actually terrifyingly sinister. However, Mrs. Gui had been listening when Miss Zhuang spoke to the young master earlier and knew that Miss Zhuang was pregnant. How these chaotic emotions would play out remained to be seen.

Zhuang Heng gently caressed her lower belly with one hand. Beneath the elegant and noble red suit was a flat stomach.

Long before the Spring Festival, she had secretly met Du Shuxian, coaxing that simple-minded woman into agreeing to help keep Su Xingyu at the old home longer. This gave her enough time to be alone with Lu Shifeng, whether in S City or on a business trip, she finally found an opportunity to spend a drunken night with him. Then, taking advantage of the situation, she got pregnant, fulfilling the plan.

Zhuang Heng calculated her moves very well. She had always been a person who played her cards strategically, dealing them one by one, setting traps densely, and was absolutely confident that she could put Su Xingyu to death.

But now, she suddenly wasn’t so confident anymore.

Pregnancy was her last trump card, yet even this couldn’t move Lu Shifeng, couldn’t make him divorce and remarry.

She didn’t know what to do?

Outside the window, the storm raged; inside, the woman dressed in red had an expression flickering with uncertainty.

She exited the Lu Family’s gate; outside, the Zhuang Family’s car waited in the storm with the driver hastily getting out to hold an umbrella for her.

She waved the umbrella aside and, amidst the thunder and lightning, looked up at the sky as dark as ink.

"Miss?" The driver called out worriedly.

She stood in the rain for a moment, entirely drenched. Her long black curls stuck to her cheeks. Turning back to the driver, she said, "I’m fine, drive to the Lu Family’s old residence."

The rain poured like ink, showing no sign of stopping.

In the bedroom of the villa, Lu Shifeng’s strong arms encircled Su Xingyu’s waist, holding the unconscious girl tightly in his embrace, falling asleep alongside the storm.

The gale howled; raindrops like hail pounded against the window.

In the middle of the night, Su Xingyu awoke. Everywhere was as black as ink, only the intermittent flashes of lightning and thunder brought a ghostly blue-purple hue to everything around her. She stared at it all dazedly, for a brief moment not knowing where she was, not even understanding why she was alive; the pain in her wrist persisted, a numbness laced with a burning sensation constantly reminding her of the captivity and torment she was suffering.

With difficulty, she turned her head to the side, the man beside her slept peacefully, his features still as handsome as when she first married him. Yet the face she once found exceedingly beautiful could not withstand repeated conflicts.

She hated him.

This time the hatred was different from before. He intended to have another woman bear his child, raised under her name!

Why, why not just let her go?

Why subject her to these constant small torments?

As she thought about it, tears began to fall again, turning her head to look at the storm outside the full-length window, the idea of escaping unprecedentedly strong.

She had to escape, at all costs get out.

No matter if it’s a mountain of knives and sea of fire outside, a bottomless abyss, she had to leave his side.

She simply couldn’t bear to stand by and allow herself to be treated as a mere breeding tool, not even entirely a breeding tool, to watch him have a child with another woman.

She pulled at her wrist with force; where it connected with the steel shackles continued to burn, but because of the long-standing wear it had become somewhat numb, red and purple mottled, blood seeped out bit by bit. Cautiously avoiding waking him, she used all her strength to sit up and opened her mouth, fiercely biting down on the wrist.

Blood and flesh filled her mouth, the pain sharper than she imagined, causing her whole body to tremble and she let out a muffled groan.

But she didn’t give up, the sound of chains being tugged covered by the storm, she bit hard a second time on her wrist.

She had heard that wolves, caught in a hunter’s trap, would bite off their own legs to escape, if only she could find freedom, she’d rather bite off both hands. She had thought it through completely; perhaps she’d die of excessive bleeding? But being imprisoned here by him endlessly, living like a plaything was even more horrifying. If she miraculously survived without bleeding to death, she’d figure out how to take her severed wrists, find a good hospital to reattach them, perhaps her nerves would have problems, perhaps she’d be far less nimble than before, but she’d still be able to live, still take some static photos, and that would be enough.

She frantically gnawed on her wrist, the blood flowing down her teeth and lips, pooling into a stream on the silk bedding.

Her tears also flowed, not knowing if it was from pain or sadness, she whimpered as she self-harmed, heartbroken.

"Are you insane!" suddenly, she was violently grabbed, her wrist pulled away from her teeth by a tremendous force.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, she raised her face smeared with blood and tears, seeing Lu Shifeng awake, his narrow sharp eyes fiercely staring at her, terrifying like an impending predator.

"What are you doing!" he roared, her wrist injuries shocking, the skin completely torn, even a small piece of flesh falling onto her pillow.

Her eyes filled with tears, unable to speak as she looked at him.

Yet he understood, furious: "You think you can bite off your wrist to escape like this?! Naïve fantasy!"

"Let me go... just let me go!" she cried, desperately struggling, her strength incredibly weak, "Lu Shifeng, let me go... I’m begging you to spare me? Zhuang Heng is pregnant, I’m begging you to marry her. I don’t want her child! I don’t want it! Lu Shifeng let me go..."

Her cries were pitiful, yet he only felt anger, first tearing a piece of her nightgown to tightly bandage her injured hand, then called the family doctor. Only then did he have the time to oppress her: "Su Xingyu, behave yourself, either you give birth or Zhuang Heng does. I don’t care who my child’s mother is, I only care about who the Lu Family’s lady is, and you... can’t escape."

His voice came like it was from the abysmal hell.

She was terrified, turning her head intent on biting her wrist again, but he roughly pressed her back into bed.

"Tomorrow, I’ll make more strict protective arrangements," he said, "Su Xingyu, you’re the one refusing a toast only to drink a punishment."