Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 394 - 407: Zhuang Heng Is Really Embarrassing
Su Xingyu was initially unsure, but when the man asked her, she was almost certain of his identity, so she said, "I am Su Xingyu, the one who nearly died in the fire four years ago, and a very good friend of your Miss Xia. Is she coming over later? She’ll recognize me as soon as she sees me."
"You really are Miss Su... oh no," the man named Sheng corrected himself in surprise, "the real young madam of the Lu Family!" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
The real...!
Those words were piercing to Zhuang Heng’s ears.
Her face turned slightly pale, and Sheng’s attentive attitude towards Su Xingyu was clearly a slap in the face for her, the current Mrs. Lu. Therefore, no matter what, she had to maintain her dignity in front of so many people. So, she took a deep breath, steadied her mind, and said to Sheng and those around, "Axing is Axing, and she has nothing to do with the Su Xingyu from back then. Miss Axing," she turned to Su Xingyu, maintaining an appearance of pride and confidence, "please respect the deceased and stop using Shifeng’s late wife’s name to deceive others. If you really are Su Xingyu, why do you always wear a mask and refuse to take it off?" She reckoned that Su Xingyu wore a mask because of her burn scars, so she said it on purpose to make everyone believe that the Su Xingyu in front of them was an imposter.
Su Xingyu’s clear, bright eyes looked at Zhuang Heng, feeling that she had underestimated this woman’s malice, who used every means to press on relentlessly.
Zhuang Heng knew better than anyone how the burns on Su Xingyu’s face were caused, yet she acted so hypocritically without feeling disgusted!
However, she didn’t want to uncover her facial scars just to prove her identity. After all, women care about their appearance, and no matter how much she told herself she didn’t mind, it was impossible to be completely unaffected. Otherwise, she wouldn’t walk around wearing a mask. She looked at Zhuang Heng, letting out a light scoff, "I have no need to prove anything to you."
Zhuang Heng’s lips curled into a smug smile, looking at her, "Sure enough, you’re guilty, which is why you don’t dare to take off the mask."
Even Sheng and others beside her were filled with doubt—was this masked photographer named Axing really Su Xingyu from back then? They were eager to remove her mask and see for themselves, but since she refused, they were left to wonder. Yet, because of Su Xingyu’s persistence, many had unknowingly bought into Zhuang Heng’s narrative, believing that out of guilt, she pretended to be Su Xingyu and refused to take off her mask.
"Do you think..." One of the onlookers nudged a nearby person, whispering, "She might be pretending to be Su Xingyu to seduce Lu Shifeng, Mr. Lu, and that’s why Mr. Lu stormed the wedding and rescued her? After all, the deceased Su Xingyu was Mr. Lu’s first wife, and their relationship was certainly not ordinary."
"Possibly," the other worker nodded in agreement, "Marrying Mr. Lu is much better than marrying Ouyang Yi. Even though Ouyang Yi is a supermodel, Mr. Lu is the heir to such a massive group! He’s so much more powerful and wealthy than Ouyang Yi. If I were a woman, I’d know who to choose."
"There’s such a ploy? Impersonating Mr. Lu’s late wife?"
"Why not?"
The buzz of speculation grew louder all around.
Zhuang Heng widened her smile with some proud glances at Su Xingyu, waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
But Su Xingyu remained calm and composed, seemingly unaffected by the gossip.
Zhuang Heng felt embarrassed but refused to believe she couldn’t handle Su Xingyu, so she turned to Sheng and said, "Since she can’t prove she’s Su Xingyu, just throw her things out too. It’s one thing to deceive you, but it’s a serious matter to deceive your master..." Suddenly, Zhuang Heng recalled that Su Xingyu had mentioned "Xiaoling" earlier. Could she mean... Xia Ling?
"Is Xia Ling coming to this venue soon?" she asked.
Someone of Zhuang Heng’s social standing wasn’t usually as enthusiastic about the entertainment industry as common girls. But having been at odds with Su Xingyu for many years, she knew a bit about Su Xingyu’s social circle and knew she was friendly with the superstar, Xia Ling. The girl was known for her arrogance, and such acts of clearing the venue and throwing people’s things definitely seemed like something her team would do.
Sheng glanced at Zhuang Heng with disdain, "It’s not your place to say how I handle things."
He didn’t even bother answering her question.
"You!" Zhuang Heng fumed, wanting to argue, but ultimately held back.
If she hadn’t known Sheng’s background, it might be different, but knowing he worked for Xia Ling, even giving Zhuang Heng ten guts wouldn’t help her dare provoke him.
Not to mention that even when the Zhuang Family was in good standing, she was cautious around Xia Ling. Now, after the Zhuang Family had been suppressed by Lu Shifeng and was struggling, she could only rely on having birthed Jue and her identity as "Mrs. Lu" to barely hold on. She truly didn’t have the courage to provoke that girl, who was held in the palm of Mr. Pei’s hand.
Moreover, that girl was invincible, doing whatever she pleased.
Zhuang Heng bit her lip.
By her side, Su Xingyu said to Sheng, "Leave my things here. I haven’t seen Xiaoling in a long time. When she arrives, I’ll speak to her about the venue myself."
Sheng nodded.
Yet Zhuang Heng was unwilling to let things go so easily.
Around her, the voices of onlookers chimed in, some enjoying the spectacle: "This Zhuang Heng, still claiming to be Mrs. Lu, yet she’s disgracing the Lu Family. She can’t even handle one of Xia Ling’s subordinates."
"Exactly, how can she be Mrs. Lu? The Lu Family, a family of such prominence for generations, on par with the Pei Family, and comparing her to Xia Ling, it shows who’s superior."
"Ha, the real Mrs. Lu is less than an entertainer doted on by Mr. Pei."
"Surely Zhuang Heng has fallen out of favor? Only the Su Xingyu who died four years ago was Mr. Lu’s true love."
The surrounding chatter left Zhuang Heng feeling utterly humiliated.
She couldn’t help but speak again, "Sheng, don’t believe her words easily, she’s clearly not Su Xingyu! If you let such a madwoman in front of Miss Xia Ling, claiming to be her long-dead friend, how furious would Miss Xia Ling be?" Seizing any opportunity to sow discord, she didn’t hesitate.
