Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 408 - 421: Lu Shifeng’s Resentment

Even she didn’t understand what was happening to her. Even though she had been a mother for so many years, and little Jue wasn’t her biological child, when he called her "mom," she felt an overwhelming surge of emotion breaking through within her, intense and sudden, uncontrollable.

Mom.

The most beautiful title in the world.

Her hands trembled slightly as she held little Jue, quickly steadying him so he wouldn’t fall.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at little Jue, choking a bit as she said, "Hey." Regardless of who this child’s parents were or what illness he had, as long as he called her "mom," he was her child. She would pour her heart and soul into caring for him, just like she did for Han. Call her a saint, or anything else, but this frail, delicate child was someone she couldn’t let go of.

Lu Shifeng, standing by, cautiously asked, "Little Jue, what did you just call her?"

But little Jue wouldn’t speak anymore, seeming to ignore Lu Shifeng’s question, no longer looking at Su Xingyu, bowing his head to play with his fingers.

Instead, Han answered earnestly, "Mom, little Jue called you mom. Won’t you be little Jue’s mom? Little Jue’s mom isn’t around; he’s very pitiful."

Did this child even know what he was saying?

Sure enough, Lu Shifeng said, "Xingyu, I said long ago, no matter who I have children with, they’re yours. It’s only right for little Jue to call you mom. Once Zhuang Heng’s matter is settled, we’ll hold a press conference, and officially, you’ll be his mother."

Hearing him mention the past, Su Xingyu felt a prick in her heart.

"It doesn’t matter who you have children with, Lu Shifeng, that’s just your wishful thinking," she turned slightly, still teary-eyed, looking at him. "I’m taking care of little Jue today not because of you. Regardless of any stranger’s child, as long as they appear pitiful before me, I won’t ignore them. I don’t need any press conferences, and I don’t need the title of Mrs. Lu. You and Zhuang Heng should live your lives, and don’t disturb me."

Though she stayed beside Lu Shifeng, it wasn’t of her own free will.

She only hoped that someday he’d run out of patience and set her free.

He, however, said, "In this life, you’re my only wife."

The two children couldn’t understand adult conversations. Little Jue, held in Su Xingyu’s arms for a long time, grew impatient, struggling to get down and fetch his drawings from the other side of the terrace.

Su Xingyu bent down to let him go, and Lu Shifeng also set Han down. The two kids walked away shoulder to shoulder.

Lu Shifeng said, "Xingyu..."

Su Xingyu said, "I don’t want to hear your nonsense."

She watched Han and little Jue play together, her expression filled with concern, leaving nothing whatsoever for Lu Shifeng.

Lu Shifeng looked at the two children as well, deeply feeling that Xingyu was giving them too much attention, which wasn’t good. So, after a moment’s thought, he said, "Xingyu, little Jue and Han are getting older; they should go to kindergarten. I’ll find them a good school and send them there."

Su Xingyu turned her head abruptly to him: "Kindergarten?"

"Yes," Lu Shifeng said, "it’s not good for kids to always stay at home. Little Jue needs to meet more people to adapt to being around normal children. Han also needs friends besides little Jue because... having only little Jue, who’s autistic, for company isn’t ideal for Han’s development, is it?"

What he really meant was, once the kids were gone, he and Xingyu would have much more time alone.

Su Xingyu, not having such complex thoughts, just seriously considered the children’s well-being: "Little Jue is so frail; how can sending him to kindergarten be appropriate? Han does have few friends, but doesn’t Mrs. Gui have a distant relative’s child who is also two or three years old? We can invite that child here to play with them and maybe bring over some of the other servants’, drivers’, or housekeepers’ children as well."

Lu Shifeng said, "No."

"Why?" Su Xingyu was puzzled.

Lu Shifeng replied, "What kind of status does Han have? He can’t be playing all day with the children of servants."

Su Xingyu was taken aback; she hadn’t expected such an attitude from him.

To her, Han was just an ordinary child, no different from children whose parents were teachers, doctors, or company employees. Back in Country F, Han was no different from other kids watching cartoons, visiting amusement parks, occasionally whining for junk food, and being clumsy at building blocks—he was so naive.

She only hoped Han could grow up healthy and safe, without imposing expectations for significant achievements, so she didn’t see him being different from other children.

But for Lu Shifeng, it wasn’t the same.

Lu Shifeng, born into a top-tier family, received the most elite education. For him, it was only natural to separate his offspring from ordinary children. To raise his kids like Su Xingyu did, mixing them with servants’ kids, was inconceivable and rebellious.

He quietly watched Han as he played on the terrace. Han was trying to straighten the corner of a blueprint ruffled by the wind for little Jue, but his attempts were clumsy and unsuccessful. Finally, little Jue, quiet-eyed, turned around, using his small body to block the wind, quickly solving the problem.

Lu Shifeng subtly frowned.

Han, this child, was hopelessly clumsy. He couldn’t even compare to little Jue, who had autism.

If Han were his biological son, he would have already engaged countless private tutors to teach all sorts of knowledge, ban all leisure activities and cartoons, getting up before dawn and sleeping late into the night.

In his mind, he formulated eighteen hundred methods to train Han, with a deep, contemplative look.

While playing, Han suddenly felt a cold breeze, a chill down his spine, and instinctively looked over, raising his little legs to move further away.

Su Xingyu had by then recovered from her daze, and said to Lu Shifeng, "What kind of status do you think Han has? He’s my child, not the eldest young master of the Lu Family! He’s just an ordinary child; don’t restrain him with all those ways of raising the Lu family heirs. I absolutely don’t care if he plays with servants’ children or anyone else."

Lu Shifeng looked at her deeply. On the terrace, she slightly raised her head, her hair tousled by the wind, looking very beautiful.

Making him...

Reluctant to harm her in any way.