CHAPTER 174: CHAPTER 176: WALNUT CRISP

On the side, Zhuang Heng witnessed everything and secretly sneered in her heart. Ha, she thought Su Xingyu was such a strong competitor, but it turns out she’s just like this, daring to openly defy Lu Shifeng? Doesn’t she know that Lu Shifeng cannot stand it when others don’t obey his orders? Indeed, a lowly woman is just a lowly woman, given an inch, she’ll take a mile, thinking she can reach the heavens!

Just wait and see, someone like her won’t last long by Lu Shifeng’s side!

Thinking this, Zhuang Heng’s face softened into a gentle smile, coaxing gently, "It’s all my fault, Shifeng, don’t blame Xingyu. Is it not enough that I apologize to Xingyu?"

"Who wants your apology?" Su Xingyu was utterly infuriated. Was there even a shred of sincerity in that apology?

But Lu Shifeng said, "Su Xingyu, enough is enough."

She felt wronged, suddenly feeling so exhausted being with him. No matter what she said or did, it was always wrong. All her rage suddenly felt pointless at this moment. What was the use of fighting with Zhuang Heng? Anyway, Lu Shifeng’s view wasn’t going to change. "I’ve finished eating," she said, standing up from the sofa. "Mr. Lu, Miss Zhuang, I’ll leave now, continue as you please."

With that, she walked away without looking back.

Lu Shifeng grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his embrace: "Su Xingyu."

His voice was almost unable to hold back the fury.

She struggled forcefully, feeling uncomfortable pressed against his long legs: "Let me go! Don’t you like Zhuang Heng? Can’t I just leave to let you two be together? Why are you holding onto me?"

Messy strands of hair fell by her cheeks and shoulders; her thin silk dress was pulled open a bit, revealing a hint of delicate skin on her neck and back. There were faint traces from last night on her snow-white skin, and she was scented with the pleasant smell of shower gel, soothing to the senses. His breath tightened, his voice suddenly deepening: "Don’t move."

She was still aggressively struggling, but suddenly felt a change beneath him, and her face turned pale, immediately too frightened to move. This...! Holding herself in a half-kneeling, half-leaning position in his arms, she struggled to maintain her balance, not daring to breathe.

Lu Shifeng’s brow furrowed, one hand gripping her shoulder blade tightly, as if to crush it. Yet his long, cold eyes turned to Zhuang Heng: "If nothing else, you can leave first."

A very obvious dismissal.

Although Zhuang Heng was inexperienced, the situation allowed her to faintly guess what was happening. For a moment, jealousy almost consumed her reason. Staring at the two entangled on the sofa, she endeavored to keep a smile: "Shifeng, when I went out for a photo shoot this morning, I found a nice pastry shop. The walnut crisps looked unique, so I bought some for you. You..."

"Just leave them on the table." Lu Shifeng’s full attention was on Su Xingyu, not caring about any walnut crisps.

Zhuang Heng lightly pursed her thinly glossed lips, fearing further annoyance would anger Lu Shifeng. Though the flames of jealousy within her were about to burn the sky, she had to restrain herself, placing the walnut crisps on the table, tactfully easing herself out.

Su Xingyu...

Su Xingyu...!

She would surely make her end miserably! Zhuang Heng vowed for the umpteenth time.

Inside the CEO’s office, as soon as the heavy wooden door closed, Lu Shifeng flipped her over onto the leather sofa. "Are you crazy!" Su Xingyu’s breath was unstable, struggling and pushing him forcefully.

Yet he swiftly undid his tie, binding her hands: "Su Xingyu, behave."

With a strong tug, the "snap" of her dress tearing echoed.

Su Xingyu squirmed uneasily, but her attempts were futile, only provoking his desire to conquer. Cloth lay scattered, the room filled with a romantic aura...

When it ended, she was utterly drained, lying bonelessly on the sofa, unable to even move a finger. Lu Shifeng, however, was full of energy, getting up cheerfully to dress, casting a glance at her torn dress on the floor, and made a call: "Xie Jian, bring a set of women’s clothes to my office for Xingyu. ... Size? I don’t know, ask the housekeeper."

The air grew quiet, and Su Xingyu curled up bit by bit, her eyes blankly staring at the ceiling.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

She counted unconsciously, not knowing how many hundreds she counted when there was a knock at the door.

Lu Shifeng draped his suit jacket over her before opening the door, which promptly closed again. He approached with a very elegant set of clothing: "Put it on," he ordered.

She still lay curled up, unmoving.

He looked down at her: "No strength left? Do you need my help?"

"Stay away from me." She spoke weakly, her wrists bearing his fresh red marks. She hated him, perhaps more than she had ever hated any man before, hating everything about him, wishing she could tear him apart piece by piece, wanting to perish together. Yet she could only lie there, unable to make the slightest move against him, helpless to do anything.

Her eyes remained hollow, like a lifeless rag doll.

Lu Shifeng bent down to lift her, ignoring her weak resistance, dressing her, and awkwardly arranging her long hair.

His movements hurt her, and she flinched.

He immediately gentled his touch, saying to her: "You’ll have to make do. If it’s still uncomfortable, rest a bit longer in my office. Your constitution is too weak, better let Mrs. Gui give you some nourishment later. How can you not handle even one time?"

...It wasn’t just the pain, she was furious, couldn’t he see that!

Su Xingyu was driven to anger and rejuvenated, paradoxically gaining some energy, letting out a soft snort.

Lu Shifeng was already fetching a blanket for her. His office was large, and when he worked late, he would often nap there, so he kept a cashmere blanket there. He covered her with the finely crafted cashmere blanket, but she pushed it off.

"I’m fine," she finally realized how futile it was to vent emotions against this man. She stumbled to her feet, struggling to stand firm, "I want to go out."

He watched her sway like she could topple in a breeze, frowning: "I’ll give you a day off."

But she said, "I have a meeting this afternoon, I don’t want to be absent on my third day of work." Actually, she refused to accept his favor.

He frowned again, yet perhaps having recently satisfied desires, he was unexpectedly lenient with her: "Then take some walnut crisps with you," he pointed at the items Zhuang Heng just brought in, "Eat them if you get hungry in the afternoon."

Su Xingyu initially didn’t want to take them, but as soon as she saw the walnut crisps left in his office by Zhuang Heng, a surge of anger and resentment flared again. Quickly, driven by impulse, she grabbed the whole bag. "I have many colleagues, I’ll share them downstairs." She told Lu Shifeng.