She hung up her coat and turned around.
But she found that he wasn’t listening to her at all; he was quietly sipping tea handed to him by Mrs. Gui.
Suddenly, she felt a bit agitated, and the many things she was about to say were quietly swallowed back. She curled up on the sofa and continued browsing the web.
He slowly finished a cup of tea and told Mrs. Gui, "More water."
Mrs. Gui refilled the cup, and again he slowly finished it, then looked up at Su Xingyu. The girl was typing something furiously without even glancing in his direction. Unable to hold back, he put down his teacup, and the high-quality white porcelain made a crisp sound against the glass coffee table. Yet she seemed oblivious, focused on typing, laughter at the corners of her eyes.
On the side, Mrs. Gui, observing the situation, felt something was wrong and cleared her throat to remind Su Xingyu, "Young Madam."
Su Xingyu looked up, confused, "What?"
Mrs. Gui, secretly anxious, desperately made eye gestures, but she still didn’t understand, "What’s the matter?"
Mrs. Gui was so anxious she almost stomped her feet. She knew well the young master’s temper, having served him since he was little. Seeing the young master’s expression growing stormier, teetering on the edge of an outburst, how could this young madam remain oblivious?
She gestured so much she was almost cramping, yet Su Xingyu continued to ask, "What’s really going on?"
Over there, footsteps ascending the stairs could be heard.
Mrs. Gui glanced over. It seemed the master had finally grown impatient and walked away haughtily. Oh well, these were the family matters, what was the point of her worrying? Mrs. Gui sighed, "...Nothing, would you like some tea, Young Madam?"
"Sure," Su Xingyu replied with a bright smile, completely unaware.
This girl was astoundingly sharp when holding a camera, but often slow when she put the camera down.
It wasn’t until a few days later that she realized something was off with Lu Shifeng.
The photographers’ joint petition was in full swing, demanding Blade Group thoroughly investigate the photo of Lin Luna and Su Xingqi, but the company, known for its quick responses to public concerns, had yet to act.
Su Xingyu was anxious and restless. Finally, unable to hold back, she asked Lu Shifeng, "Why is your response so slow?"
It was a summer night, and Lu Shifeng had just emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a white towel around his waist. Water droplets trickled from his short black hair down to his firm chest, glistening under the lights. He glanced at Su Xingyu, remained silent, and handed her another white towel, "Help me dry."
This man, why is he so pretentious!
But there was no choice. To extract any useful information from him, she resignedly took the towel and carefully dried the water droplets on his body. The soft white towel touched his skin, firm and smooth, with graceful, flowing muscle lines like a poised clouded leopard. Her hands followed the contours of his muscles; soon, her face turned red, and the earlier question was forgotten as she became flustered, her body burning.
He looked down at her reddened ear tips, a hint of amusement in his eyes from an angle she couldn’t see.
Finally, she completed the task and tossed the towel away, "Finished."
Her voice was as soft as a whisper.
He pulled her into his arms, kissed her lips, lifted her horizontally, and threw her onto the bed.
Realizing something was wrong, she attempted to resist, "Lu Shifeng..."
He leaned over, his nose almost touching hers, one hand braced beside her to avoid pressing down, the other guiding her hand to untie the towel at his waist, his voice low and husky, "Remembering me now? Have you had it too easy, forgotten who you are?"
She struggled desperately, eyes misty, "I...I...don’t do this."
He easily brushed aside her resisting hands, unbuttoning her clothes, his fingers sliding over her soft, white skin. "A woman should stay at home and take care of herself," he commented, igniting her body, "Gained some weight since the wedding, here...put on a bit more flesh, should get a new size?"
With a gentle flick of his fingers, her intimate clothing fell away. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel•fire.net
She was so embarrassed she could hardly think straight, "You, you, you..."
She stuttered for a long while but couldn’t say anything.
He chuckled softly, capturing her lips in a kiss, and the night was filled with passion.
By the next morning, Su Xingyu lay on the bed, supporting her aching waist, listening resentfully to the water running in the bathroom. Why, what was she even asking him last night? How could she be so spineless, retreating in a few moves, utterly defeated by him?
Tears streamed down Su Xingyu’s face, no, she had been indulged, she couldn’t come back empty-handed!
She had to get to the bottom of the matter with the semifinals; her sacrifice wouldn’t be for nothing!
Determined, she clenched her fists to boost her morale, and this time, when Lu Shifeng came out of the bathroom, she went straight to the point, "Are you dealing with the fake photo of Su Xingqi or not? If a fake photo costs me my finals chance, I won’t accept it!"
Lu Shifeng, still the same as last night, with a sturdy waist wrapped in a white towel, commanded her, "Come here."
Learning from experience, she stood her ground this time, "No! Lu Shifeng, tell me clearly about the photo!"
A flicker of amusement passed through his deep eyes, though his tone remained inscrutable, "Who said you wanted to handle it yourself?"
Huh? Handle it herself?
Su Xingyu froze for a moment, struggling to recall when she said something like that. After a while, "You...you eavesdropped on me talking to Mrs. Gui!" This man, he was too much!
"I just happened to overhear while passing by," Lu Shifeng, unhurriedly, undid the towel around his waist in front of her, exposing his fine body to her view. Despite her face turning red again, he leisurely put on a shirt and a meticulously tailored suit, "Also, what do you mean by ’your response is so slow’? As the Young Madam and Crown Princess Consort of Blade Group, is using ’your’ appropriate?"
"Your," that was what she said when urging him yesterday. Su Xingyu was stunned. She knew Lu Shifeng was petty but had never expected him to be so petty to this extent! Over a mere choice of words, could he really be so calculative!
"Fine, ’ours,’" knowing when to yield, she resigned to changing her words, "What are we planning to do?"
Lu Shifeng still didn’t answer her, continuing to be meticulous, "Need no help? Handle it yourself?"
She surrendered, "Alright, alright, everything’s my fault, Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, I can’t solve this trouble myself, please help me?" She more or less understood now. Could it be that the typically quick-to-respond Blade Group had been so slow to act on such a big event because Lu Shifeng intended to teach her a lesson?