Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 404 - 417: The Neglected Lu Shifeng

Su Xingyu didn’t notice his odd behavior.

She gently rearranged the veil, thinking it was bought by the housemaid during a bulk purchase of the master’s daily outfits. The maids of the Lu Family are very attentive in this aspect, since their master, Lu Shifeng, never cares about what he wears, and she, the "mistress" of the house, doesn’t care much either.

The veil felt soft and pleasing to her, inadvertently lifting her mood. Turning her head slightly with a faint smile, she said to him, "Let’s go."

Her smile left him momentarily dazed.

How many years has it been? Even in dreams, she hadn’t smiled at him like this.

Ever since the incident with the birth control pills four years ago, her attitude towards him remained angry and cold, even her words were tinged with thorns. Lu Shifeng knew he deserved it, but he often longed for a day when she could speak to him kindly. Now that he could see her smile again, even if just a fleeting one—he was so overjoyed his heart felt like it might explode.

Lu Shifeng always prided himself on his composure, but he never imagined he could experience such emotions. If possible, he would exchange the whole world for just one of her smiles.

Yes, the whole world.

He instinctively followed her out, his deep gaze constantly watching her back, as if merely doing so was satisfying enough.

But Su Xingyu’s faint smile truly was unconscious.

During the ride home, she didn’t speak to Lu Shifeng again, turning her head towards the window, seemingly watching the scenery, yet perhaps lost in thought. When their black Bentley stopped in front of the villa, she was the first to get out, not waiting for Lu Shifeng, and walked into the villa, calling as she went, "Han, Han?"

Upstairs in the villa, a small figure responded.

It was Han, dressed in a bear hoodie, rushing downstairs with short strides, his balance impeccable. Despite the steep staircase, he dashed quickly without falling.

Mrs. Gui called from behind, "Young master Han, slow down, slow down!"

But Han paid no attention, and ran to Su Xingyu, extending his short arms warmly to hug her leg, "Mom! Mom!" he exclaimed joyfully, his voice soft and sweet, his eyes bright as he looked at Su Xingyu. "Mom, you’re not wearing a mask today? This veil looks great, makes Mom look so pretty."

"Little flatterer." Su Xingyu chuckled.

She reached out and gently lifted the veil from her face, saying to Han, "See, Mom’s face is better."

That face had been burned for so long, ever since Han was born, even once scaring him to tears when he was young. Thus, Su Xingyu had always felt sorry for Han, when other mothers were so beautiful, only his mom was so ugly, having to wear a mask when going out, which sometimes even subjected him to the pointing of strangers.

But now, things were different; she had regained her elegant features, even surpassing her past beauty, finally not letting people call Han’s mom a hideous creature.

"Wow!" Han stared at her face in surprise, "Mom, your face is really better?! Mom, Mom, you’re so beautiful, I always knew my mom was the most beautiful in the world!"

As he spoke, he happily rubbed against her leg.

Su Xingyu felt a soft spot in her heart, as she stroked the child’s head.

Lu Shifeng, who had followed her in from the car, quietly watched the intimate scene between mother and son.

He suddenly realized he was quite jealous of Han; Xingyu shared any joyful moment with this child, yet he? In her eyes, he was merely someone dispensable.

Inadvertently, he coughed.

Immersed in the joy of his mother becoming prettier, Han turned his head, finally noticing him, and happily called out, "Mr. Lu!" That chubby little face beaming with laughter, he looked up to Lu Shifeng and said, "Mr. Lu, my mom’s face is better now, isn’t she beautiful! I told you, she’s a hundred times prettier than that aunt named Zhuang Heng!"

Looking very proud.

Lu Shifeng’s gaze towards the child was somewhat fierce; this little fellow, where were his hands going, clinging to his woman’s leg like that?

Following Han’s line of sight, Su Xingyu turned her head to see his hostile expression, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere—does he still think Zhuang Heng is prettier?

With a gentle snort, she lowered her head to Han and said, "Come on, let’s go upstairs. Haven’t you always wanted to take a photo with Mom? Let’s grab the camera and tripod and take some portraits together."

No need to pay attention to Lu Shifeng.

Han clapped his hands and agreed, quickly forgetting the fierce-looking Mr. Lu, grabbing Su Xingyu’s hand and leading her upstairs, chirping as he went, "And Jue! Should we call Jue over to take pictures together? Mom, I’m telling you, Jue is amazing, he can stay in a room all day without moving! But Mrs. Gui says kids should move around more, otherwise they get muscle atrophy! Mom, what’s muscle atrophy?"

He kept talking, like a happy little songbird.

Holding his hand as they ascended the stairs, a hint of hesitation crossed Su Xingyu’s mind as she thought of that child with autism, her heart filled with sour tenderness.

She softly said to Han, "Sure, let’s call him to join us."

The child cheered with excitement.

The mother and son walked upstairs, completely forgetting that Lu Shifeng was still downstairs, left alone in the living room, slightly tilting his head to watch them gradually move away, his expression complex.

Mrs. Gui, who witnessed the entire scene, felt apprehensive in her heart as she quietly approached Lu Shifeng, softly calling, "Master." After hesitating briefly, she added, "Welcome home. You must be tired, I’ll make you some tea." Though Lu Shifeng was the head of the house, neither the young mistress nor the two little masters seemed to regard him as such.

Mrs. Gui knew how proud this young master of hers was, afraid he might act irrationally and lose his temper at the young mistress and children, or that being neglected might make him sad.

Lu Shifeng glanced at her indifferently, "No need."

In this household, only this servant cared about him.

Lu Shifeng’s heart felt slightly bitter, yet, it was all his own doing. Had he not treated her that way four years ago, how could it have led to today’s outcome?

The winter days were short, and under the faint, dim light, his expression was equally dim.

Mrs. Gui became more cautious and, after considering, said, "The young mistress’s face has recovered, and she looks so beautiful. Master, this must be your doing, it must have been difficult."

Lu Shifeng’s voice was even fainter, "It wasn’t difficult."

His wife was his responsibility, and he would do everything for her; it was simply his duty, what kind of hardship could there be?