Every time he asked a question, her scalp tingled a little more.
She didn’t even know why she was so afraid of this man. Trapped by him in a corner, all her previous anger and gratitude were thrown aside as she anxiously pondered how to get through the immediate crisis. "You..." she cautiously chose her words, "You will keep your word, right? You will allow me to be a photographer, won’t you?"
Lu Shifeng was so angry he almost laughed. He had cornered her for a long time, threatening and intimidating her, and yet all she was concerned about was whether he’d "let her be a photographer"? Couldn’t she care about something else?
He effortlessly lifted her chin with one hand, speaking softly: "What do you think?"
Despite the softness, the dangerous tone made Su Xingyu’s hairs stand on end. She forced herself to suppress her wildly beating heart, struggling to retaliate: "You can’t go back on your word!"
This time, the corners of Lu Shifeng’s lips actually curved into a smile, unfathomable.
Su Xingyu was almost in tears. This man could do anything; if he got upset, would he really go back on his word? The exhilaration of winning just an hour ago had completely dissipated. After much consideration, she used the most sincere tone she could to appease this capricious tyrant: "How about I, I treat you to a late-night snack? Some crawfish?"
"Crawfish?" He raised an eyebrow slightly.
As soon as she uttered those last three words, she almost cried again. She didn’t even know why the hell she thought of crawfish! The Lu Family generally preferred light meals; Mrs. Gui would often steam fish or make soup. She rarely saw him eat anything greasy and spicy. He probably wouldn’t like it, right? Su Xingyu wisely changed her approach: "Whatever you want to eat, I’ll treat you."
He switched hands to prop against the wall, comfortably continuing to trap her in the narrow space in front of him: "With what money will you treat me?"
Everything she had was his. The paltry salary from her job at Cloud had long been spent, and she was entirely living off him. It was a classic case of using the wool from the sheep on itself.
Su Xingyu blushed, realizing this problem as well.
Looking into his deep eyes, she was so nervous she didn’t know what to do, but then she remembered that her future qualification as a photographer was still in his hands; she had to keep him pacified no matter what: "Then, then what do you think we should do?"
"I have to tell you how to do such a thing, don’t you have any sincerity?" He stayed glued in front of her, showing no intention of moving.
Su Xingyu was infuriated. Why was this man so hard to please? She couldn’t help but glare at him, but the moment she met his gaze, she understood just how inappropriate she was being. Patience brings calm; stepping back allows for a broader perspective... Feast your eyes on the wide sea...
She recited it several times in her mind, then put on a flattering smile: "Well, I’ll massage your back and legs for you?"
She looked every bit like a submissive servant girl from the old society.
This time, Mr. Lu was finally satisfied: "Alright."
Su Xingyu almost wanted to cheer, so great, she finally settled this neurotic tyrant! Her beautiful eyes bent into crescents, delighted as she reached out to push him: "Let’s go, let’s go home for the massage." After all, what was a massage? Just a few kneads to get it over with!
Who would have thought, Lu Shifeng still didn’t move: "Who said we’re going home now?"
Su Xingyu was taken aback. Mr. Lu, what do you want now?
Then she heard the man’s low voice: "Did I ever say I didn’t want to go eat crawfish?"
Su Xingyu was bewildered, unconsciously confirming with him: "You mean, first eat crawfish, then go home for a massage?"
Mr. Lu had the expression of "that’s exactly it."
Su Xingyu was indignant. How could this man be so devious! He must have agreed to the crawfish all along, yet he ambiguously let her retreat step by step, relinquishing territory, signing one inequitable treaty after another!
How... could someone be so shameless!
She couldn’t help but furiously tear him apart in her mind, pinning a little voodoo doll on each piece to fiercely reprimand him!
Lu Shifeng leisurely moved out of the way, finally giving her a space to pass through: "Let’s go."
"Wait!" Su Xingyu hurriedly grabbed him. Although she was angry and frustrated at the moment, a shred of rationality remained. She looked at the clothes the two were wearing, "Are we going dressed ?"
He was in his usual black suit, a meticulously crafted white shirt, a neatly tied tie, exuding a noble and imposing aura. As for her, it was even more exaggerated, having just come down from the award ceremony, wearing a handcrafted dress worth hundreds of thousands, paired with expensive jewelry and high heels, dazzlingly resplendent, attracting undoubtedly 200% attention on the street.
"Where do you plan to take me for crawfish?" Lu Shifeng asked.
Su Xingyu felt guilty again: "The... the university town nearby." She finally realized why she had blurted out crawfish. Back in those days at that third-rate university, whenever there was a gathering, everyone liked to go to the street stalls nearby to eat crawfish. She was just nervous earlier, and her old habit slipped out in her moment of panic.
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Su Xingyu carefully looked at him: "Are you... angry?" Well, it made sense. As the Crown Prince of the Blade Group, pursued by executives and heiresses alike, he had to endure eating at some unhygienic street stall?
Su Xingyu sincerely apologized: "Never mind, I’ll find another place."
"We’ll go there," he unexpectedly said.
"I said we’ll go there." He was impatient, "At least you can afford that meal, it won’t be like I’m treating myself."
Su Xingyu fell silent...
Alright, with the pitiful little money she had now, even treating him to a roadside stall required scraping things together! She definitely couldn’t afford those member-only restaurants or five-star luxury hotels...
Lu Shifeng turned and led her towards the exit of the corridor: "Get in the car first, I’ll have someone bring us a change of clothes." The memory of shopping with her last time was still fresh. Even if he was slow, he later realized why so many passersby had given him odd looks. Tonight, he just wanted a simple late-night meal with her, so any unnecessary attention should be avoided.
Su Xingyu trotted to keep up with him, and asked unnecessarily: "Where to get the clothes?"
Lu Shifeng ignored her, directly making a phone call: "Xie Jian, check if there are any extra T-shirts left from company events in the administration department, one male, one female, for me and Xingyu. Yes, deliver them to the west gate of Building F."
After a slight pause, she heard him say again: "Tell Zhuang Heng not to wait, I never said I’d go tonight."
He lightly pressed a long finger to end the call.
Su Xingyu listened by the side. The name Zhuang Heng seemed somewhat familiar, as if she’d heard it somewhere... Ah, that’s it! Zhuang Heng, Miss Zhuang! She was the woman in the white suit she had bumped into earlier while lost in that maze-like complex before the finals began!
"Weren’t you supposed to have dinner with Miss Zhuang today?" She asked Lu Shifeng.