Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 339 - 352: Where Did Jue Go?

Zhuang Heng still clearly remembers that she had set fire to Lu Shifeng’s villa before leaving.

At that time, Su Xingyu was tied to the bed with her mouth gagged. Not only was she unable to resist, but she couldn’t even call for help. Yet, she is still alive now, which can only mean one thing—someone must have saved her back then! The most likely person is Ouyang Yi, who secretly entered the fire scene, rescued her, and then faked the scene, using another corpse to replace Su Xingyu, making everyone think Su Xingyu had died!

Understanding this, Zhuang Heng’s expression became even more ferocious, wishing she could tear Ouyang Yi apart.

That hypocritical and cunning man not only tricked Lu Shifeng but also managed to deceive her, his ally!

Yet, Ouyang Yi’s demeanor remained calm, giving Zhuang Heng a gentlemanly smile: "Surprised, aren’t you?"

"You!" Zhuang Heng was so furious she could spit blood; the trap she had painstakingly laid was actually sabotaged by this ally!

But no matter how bitter she felt, Zhuang Heng could only swallow her grievances, because with Lu Shifeng still standing by her side, she dared not truly confront Ouyang Yi!

On the contrary, she had to put on a smaller face and force out an expression that seemed genuinely delighted: "It’s great that Xingyu is alive. Although we had some misunderstandings in the past, those are all things of the past. Now, I’m with Shifeng, she’s with you, and the children have grown up, so none of it matters anymore. I’m genuinely happy that Xingyu is alive."

Ouyang Yi’s eyes curved with his smile, utterly charming.

But Zhuang Heng’s words were like a coarse knife cutting into Lu Shifeng’s heart; each with other partners, each with children, fate played such a cruel joke on them.

He looked down at Su Xingyu, who was still crouching on the ground holding Han. That slender and frail body was just like four years ago, even with his eyes closed he could recall that sweet sorrowful touch. He wanted so much to just walk over and hug her, as he used to do, but he didn’t dare.

Xingyu’s eyes no longer held love for him.

Her every thought now belonged to that soft boy named Han.

Han...

Was he her child?

He didn’t even know.

Thinking of this, he unwittingly cast a cold glance at Zhuang Heng.

He and Zhuang Heng also had a son, named Lu Jue. Ever since little Jue was born, he had congenital heart disease and needed a heart transplant to survive. But where could they easily find a donor?

Watching little Jue grow weaker day by day, Lu Shifeng, driven to desperation, finally decided to take a risk by searching for a live heart on the black market.

Call him inhumane if you will, devoid of humanity if you must...

Facing his increasingly frail son, he was merely a selfish father, willing to bear all infamy to save his child.

His only unyielding principle was to instruct those handling this matter: "The living donor must be willing, and they must be given a substantial reward for their family."

His people agreed.

Zhuang Heng also showed great concern for little Jue’s heart transplant, volunteering to oversee the progress. Without much thought, he agreed, considering she was the child’s mother, she would naturally be concerned.

Yet, after months of monitoring by Zhuang Heng, there was no progress on the heart transplant.

With sorrow, she told Lu Shifeng, "Little Jue is only three years old, such a young child, finding a heart is harder than for most adults. Shifeng, give me a little more time."

Yet the doctor told him, "Mr. Lu, the child’s condition can no longer be delayed."

He grew increasingly anxious, repeatedly urging Zhuang Heng for progress. Just as he was about to replace her and personally search for a heart, Zhuang Heng finally joyfully informed him: "Shifeng, it’s found! The black market will soon provide a child from a war-torn region. That entire family is willing to sell the child to escape the conflict zone. The child knows he will die, but agreed for the sake of saving his family!"

Lu Shifeng told Zhuang Heng: "Inform the black market to help evacuate the whole family from the conflict zone, send them to a safe place, all costs on me. Additionally, give them a large sum for a fresh start."

Zhuang Heng nodded repeatedly, and very soon, this child named Han was brought over.

Upon first sight of Han, Lu Shifeng sensed something amiss; children from war zones are typically small and skinny, yet Han appeared pampered and healthy?

Zhuang Heng explained, "The black market said the family were originally wealthy merchants, taken hostage by anti-government forces while traveling, thus stranded in the conflict zone."

This explanation was tenuous, but Lu Shifeng did not delve deeper—or perhaps, he dared not.

He feared missing the chance to cure little Jue, whose condition worsened by the day; who knew if they could wait for another donor?

He deceived himself, ordering Han to be sent into surgery.

But now, Su Xingyu’s appearance and recognition with Han unmistakably told him, Zhuang Heng indeed deceived him!

This child isn’t any abandoned child from a war zone, but a precious beloved by his parents!

He... almost killed Xingyu’s child.

Lu Shifeng’s heart ached, for reasons he couldn’t articulate.

For a fleeting moment, he regretted not acting earlier to kill the child, thus reviving little Jue, severing Xingyu and Ouyang’s offspring link, finishing everything once and for all.

The jealousy of a male gnawed like ants, unable to tolerate his beloved woman bearing children with another man!

But in the next instant, he felt relieved not to have killed the child, imagining Xingyu’s deep sorrow had he done so...

He just stood there, staring at her, with fluctuating emotions, unpredictably.

Han threw himself into Su Xingyu’s arms, crying hysterically, with Su Xingyu holding him and crying too.

Finally, after mother and son sobbed enough, Su Xingyu lifted him and said, "Han, let’s go home with mommy."

The child was somewhat light—although visibly plumper than the frail Lu Jue, noticeably lighter than he was in Country F.

Thinking of the hardships her child might have endured, Su Xingyu couldn’t help but feel another wave of tears.

She only longed to quickly take her child away, to comfort him back home properly.

Lu Shifeng’s hoarse voice called from behind her: "Xingyu..."

Zhuang Heng’s expression changed, her heart twisted with knives, for since Su Xingyu’s appearance, Lu Shifeng’s gaze hadn’t rested on anyone else!

No, they couldn’t allow a rekindling!

Zhuang Heng gritted her teeth, devising a plan—Ouyang Yi, if you are ruthless, don’t blame me for being unjust!

"We can’t let that child go!" Zhuang Heng suddenly spoke, "Shifeng, this child is supposed to be heart for little Jue; if he leaves what will happen to little Jue?!"

"Little Jue?" Lu Shifeng’s mind focused slightly, recalling his frail son.

Yet, scanning the area, little Jue was nowhere to be seen.