Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 363 - 376: Study Room Investigation

Su Xingyu finally understood his meaning but only felt anger.

He was the one who hurt her so deeply, and now what’s with this magnanimous tone? "You brought back the son of another man, I won’t hold it against you," was his undertone, lofty as an emperor.

But she was no longer the trembling little bunny cowering under his scepter. She said, "Should I thank you, Lu Shifeng? My son doesn’t need your upbringing! You’d better take care of your own Jue first. That child is so pitifully ill, and you still have the inclination to flirt around outside. What kind of father are you?"

She was fine not mentioning it, but the more she spoke, the angrier she got.

The malnourished little face of Jue reappeared in her mind, causing her heart to ache faintly.

How strange, it was clearly the child of her love rival, yet her heart ached terribly, and she wished she could care for him herself.

At the mention of Jue, Lu Shifeng fell silent for a moment. That child was a thorn in his side, a lingering shadow he couldn’t shake off. Due to Han’s accident last time, they need to find a suitable heart donor for Jue urgently this time. He couldn’t count on Zhuang Heng alone and sought help from his old family friend, Lee Lei, requesting him to keep an eye out.

The Lee Family has many underground connections and a wide range of contacts; hopefully, they can find a donor in time.

But such matters depend on luck, and who knows if Jue can wait until that day for a turn of fate.

Thinking of the frail child lying bedridden, Lu Shifeng was filled with guilt. It was his fault as a father, allowing such a small life to suffer in this world.

Lu Shifeng said to Su Xingyu, "When you return, can you treat Jue well? All the mistakes are mine, the child is innocent, don’t take your anger toward Zhuang Heng out on him."

"I haven’t promised to go back yet!" Su Xingyu was furious, feeling like she was talking to a brick wall.

She desperately tried to push open the Bentley’s door, "Lu Shifeng, let me out! Han is still waiting for me at home! You’re a parent too, how could you do such a thing and separate me from Han?!"

Looking at her angry and anxious state, Lu Shifeng said, "I’ll have someone bring Han over, so you can reunite with him."

Su Xingyu whipped her head around, "Lu Shifeng, do you plan to imprison me like four years ago? One isn’t enough, you want to include my son too! Lu Shifeng, if you dare do this, we’ll fight to the death!"

She wasn’t joking.

The look in her eyes was truly desperate.

Only then did Lu Shifeng suddenly realize how much damage the incident four years ago had caused her. As soon as something involved force or imprisonment, she became like a startled bird. Let alone this time involving her son.

"Xingyu, I didn’t mean that." He tried to explain to her.

But she wouldn’t listen, saying, "I don’t care what you mean. In any case, I want to go home and be with my son now. If you dare stop me, I will really fight you!"

He didn’t dare provoke her anymore. The flame in her eyes was like an angry lioness, almost losing her reason.

He had no choice but to take a step back, "Fine, Xingyu, I can let you go back, but you must promise me one thing, move out of Ouyang Yi’s place. This is my bottom line."

"I told you, matters between Ouyang Yi and me have nothing to do with you!" Su Xingyu shouted at him.

He replied, "Ouyang Yi did have a part in the arson. Don’t put yourself and Han at risk just to spite me." For some reason, whenever he thought of the chubby little guy by her side, his heart softened inexplicably. It was a guilt similar to facing Jue, even though he hadn’t done anything to wrong Han.

Perhaps, forcibly tearing that little guy’s parents apart counts as one?

Lu Shifeng could only explain the inexplicable emotion in his heart this way. Even he couldn’t understand why he was willing to accept Han, whose father was another man and who was born out of wedlock by his woman. How could he tolerate it?

Even Lu Shifeng himself found it incredible.

Su Xingyu originally didn’t want to listen to him, but he mentioned Han.

Her heart wasn’t all that firm, come to think of it, she couldn’t definitively claim Ouyang Yi was innocent. After all, the timing of his appearance at the fire scene years ago was too coincidental. Although he explained it as a coincidence, what if it wasn’t?

For the sake of her child, she couldn’t afford to take that risk.

If Ouyang Yi could hurt her like that back then, who could guarantee he wouldn’t harm her child?

Su Xingyu’s heart was pounding as she said to Lu Shifeng, "I will check if what you said is true. If it is, I will move out with Han."

Lu Shifeng looked at her seriously, "You must believe me."

"Did you ever believe me?" She sneered, fiercely pushing the car door again, "Let me out!"

Lu Shifeng silently opened the door.

Yes, he didn’t trust her, so what right did he have to ask her to trust him?

But everything must follow logic; he only spoke based on evidence, while she always acted impulsively.

Lu Shifeng didn’t want to upset her anymore, nor argue with her over this issue, watching her get out of the car and walk away.

Su Xingyu returned to Ouyang Yi’s place. Her filming schedule for today was disrupted, so she got home very early, it was only one in the afternoon. At this time, Ouyang Yi was usually busy outside, and at home, besides Han, there were only a few servants.

Someone came out to greet her, "You’re back."

Su Xingyu asked, "Where’s Han?"

"The little master is taking a nap," the servant replied.

Su Xingyu nodded, telling them to go about their business.

The servants dispersed, and Su Xingyu, appearing nonchalant, actually moved quietly toward Ouyang Yi’s study. She silently opened the door, carefully slipped inside, and gently closed it again.

From the outside, Ouyang Yi’s study seemed small, but upon entering, she realized the space was huge, with bookshelves surrounding it on all sides, filled with all sorts of books. She glanced around, mostly finding leisure books like fashion magazines, encyclopedias, and art appreciation, nothing of real use.

Perhaps Lu Shifeng was simply lying to her, and there was nothing wrong with Ouyang Yi.

Just as she thought this and was about to leave the study, she suddenly sensed something amiss—just a few days ago, Ouyang Yi easily explained about stocks to Han, yet in this study, she found not a single book on stocks or finance.

Her breathing tightened slightly, not knowing what outcome she was hoping for, to find clues about Ouyang Yi? Or to come up empty-handed?

She didn’t dare think further, only delving more carefully into the study.