CHAPTER 187: CHAPTER 189: YOU BELONG TO ME

Su Xingyu gazed at him, his cold and stern features appearing particularly enigmatic and dangerous under the moonlight.

She didn’t know what unspeakable means he referred to, but her instinct told her it was something far scarier than now. She secretly took a breath and had no choice but to reason with him, "Lu Shifeng, I’m a person, not your subordinate and certainly not your slave. Why must I follow your orders? I have my own will, too."

Lu Shifeng also looked down at her, momentarily distracted; under the moonlight, she was truly beautiful.

She didn’t notice his absentmindedness and continued, "Sorry, I just found out you’re autistic and unsure how to interact with others. We can work it out together, find a way to coexist peacefully..."

"Who said that?" he suddenly interrupted her.

She blinked her pretty eyes, looking at him in confusion.

The moonlight softly contoured his figure in a cold silver, and his voice was equally cold, "Who said I was autistic?"

She was frightened by the murderous intent in his eyes and forgot to answer.

"I’m not sick," he said.

Cold sweat broke out on Su Xingyu’s skin; she realized she had probably unintentionally touched another one of his taboos. This man was truly arrogant, clearly sick but refusing to admit it! She took a small step back, pressing her spine weakly against the bedroom wall under his predatory gaze, "Alright... you, you’re not sick."

What was it about riches not bowing to threats?

All she knew was that preserving her little life came first! If the man in front of her insists he isn’t sick, then so be it. After all, she’s uncertain if reasoning with a neurotic person would work; better not waste her breath.

Lu Shifeng extended a long and powerful hand to lift her chin, "Don’t heed those random words from others. They not only claim I’m sick but also say I have erectile dysfunction. You’ve experienced it, quite good, right?"

Ere... erectile dysfunction?!

Su Xingyu’s face instantly turned crimson, nearly dripping blood. Heaven, how could he have erectile dysfunction? The countless nights he pressed her down, the scenes of their entanglements replayed uncontrollably in her mind. If he were impotent, then there’s no real man left in this world! Who was so talented to affix such a stigma on him?!

Her face burned with embarrassment, unsure of how to react as his breath neared, threatening even her body to catch fire.

Lu Shifeng leaned very close, "I don’t need to prove anything to those people, but I don’t want you to misunderstand me either, understand?" Years ago, the rumors of his impotence were rampant, likely spread by his second uncle Lu Yong’s group, implying that his years of abstaining from women must mean something was wrong. But those rumors self-destructed after he married Su Xingyu.

No, even now, people questioned if he and Su Xingyu were truly husband and wife.

If he were truly unfit, his second uncle, eyeing the Blade Group’s successor position, would certainly make a move to depose him! Hence, he’s eager to have a son with her to silence the incredulous whispers.

Their child would certainly be adorable...

With such thoughts, his hand holding her chin subtly transformed into lightly caressing her face, bit by bit, with an ambiguous tenderness.

Su Xingyu’s heart trembled, instinctively resisting, "Lu Shifeng, don’t."

His eyes darkened slightly, a sign of displeasure.

Su Xingyu, steeling herself, quickly said, "Don’t be like this, weren’t we discussing how to get along? You, you want me to be a qualified Mrs. Lu, actually, I really want that too! But what should we do, Lu Shifeng, I truly don’t know how to get along with you." Her voice grew increasingly dejected, gradually lowering.

Lu Shifeng’s hand continued to gently caress her face; her skin felt wonderfully soft and tender, "It’s simple, follow my orders."

"But I really can’t do those things you order!" Su Xingyu looked up at him, "Lu Shifeng, you can’t always be so unreasonable! I, I’m not your slave!" In the moonlight, her chest heaved, not knowing whether from anger or nervousness.

Lu Shifeng whispered, "I’m unreasonable?"

The truly unreasonable one was probably her? Earlier, Pei Ziheng’s first advice to him was not to reason with women. Lu Shifeng’s eyes flickered with contemplation. If Pei Ziheng used such methods to make Xia Ling compliant, though they were mistress-managing ways—borrowing certain tactics might not be entirely out of the question.

So he gave up reasoning with her, making a concession for the first time: "I allow you to make requests."

Hmm? Su Xingyu didn’t quite understand what he meant, blinking at him.

"I allow you to make requests," he repeated generously, "Xingyu, this is your privilege as my wife. As long as you complete three of my orders, you can make one request of me. As long as it’s not excessive, not touching on matters of principle, I’ll consider it." This was the result of long contemplation on his drive home, not entirely replicating the method for subordinates but adapting it to manage a wife, which seemed not bad.

Su Xingyu’s little thoughts stirred, first dissatisfied, "Why do I have to follow three of your orders to make one request from you!"

Lu Shifeng, "Because I make the rules."

"Why is it you!" Su Xingyu was practically fuming. This man was truly unreasonable, argh!

"Because you belong to me."

"I...!" Su Xingyu wanted to strangle him, really, what did he mean by she belonged to him? This perverted, chauvinistic male chauvinist pig!

"Any other questions?" Lu Shifeng said, "If not, we’ll start implementing it now."

"Wait!" Su Xingyu fluffed up in anger, how could this man just make decisions on his own?! "I haven’t agreed to it yet!" she said fiercely, "One request for each order! Couples should be equal!"

"Three for one."

"One for one!" Su Xingyu glared at him with vigor.

Lu Shifeng wanted to caress her face again; she looked beautiful even when angry, "Two for one, it’s settled. Now, undress and get into bed, do your duty as a wife."

"I...! You...! Lu Shifeng!" As he cradled her to the bed, Su Xingyu was on the verge of breakdown; could this man not talk properly?! She protested unwillingly, pushing at him with hands and feet, "We haven’t finished our conversation! Why can only excessive or principle-related matters count?! What qualifies as principle?! Explain it clearly to me!"

"Well," Lu Shifeng didn’t pause as he undid her clothes’ buttons, "I’ll determine the specifics."

In other words, the so-called request was nonsense; whether he agreed would still depend on his mood?!

"Lu Shifeng, you bastard! You scoundrel! Ahhhh... uhn..." Her voice gradually trailed off.

... Bastard! Big bastard!