CHAPTER 214: CHAPTER 216: IDENTITY, EXPOSED?

Su Xingyu felt a bit stifled; in their eyes, was she really such a poor match for Lu Shifeng?

Why could a ’white lotus’ like Zhuang Heng be a match for Lu Shifeng!

On the other side, Xia Ranran chimed in with Yun Xi’s words, adding fuel to the fire: "You deliberately injured Miss Zhuang’s face, could it be because you want to marry Mr. Lu yourself? Ha, a toad lusting after a swan!"

Seeing the two of them singing in harmony and getting nastier, Fang Luohua couldn’t stand it anymore: "Enough, enough, you two say less! Miss Zhuang’s face was injured by Xia Ling, what does it have to do with Xingyu?"

"If she hadn’t instigated Xia Ling to fight for that territory, would Miss Zhuang have been injured?" Yun Xi persisted relentlessly.

"What kind of person is Xia Ling, she’s famously unreasonable. What good can come from hanging out with Xia Ling?" Xia Ranran also pitched in. That day in the small forest, Xia Ling had even disdainfully treated them with indifference, so Xia Ranran was jealous of Su Xingyu for being favored by the supreme diva, but also resented being ignored by that overbearing diva, so she spoke without mercy.

Her heart boiled like an oil pan: How did Su Xingyu manage to curry favor with Xia Ling?

Su Xingyu shot them a cold look: "Making trouble out of nothing." These two women were really idle enough; one day, when she announced her identity as the young mistress of the Lu Family, the first thing she would do is clean up the photography center! Remove all those who don’t work properly and only gossip! Yes, remove them all!

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a shock in her heart; when did she start contemplating revealing her identity?

Fortunately, her identity was hidden so deeply that even though this turmoil happened, no one detected the slightest truth.

She still commuted to work as usual, mostly taking the bus. However, after the last incident when her period pain struck midway, Lu Shifeng, having calculated her menstrual days, would insistently make her ride in his Bentley to and from the company each month. His Bentley was too eye-catching, she didn’t like riding in it, and every time she got in and out, it was as if she were sneaking around, fearing being seen.

But despite her caution, some rumors still leaked out.

"Have you heard? This morning someone saw a woman getting out of Mr. Lu’s car." That day, while she was in the break room making coffee, she overheard some colleagues gossiping.

One of the colleagues said: "A woman? No way, Mr. Lu is famous for not womanizing. I used to wonder if he was GAY."

Another colleague laughed: "GAY? Come on, didn’t you hear about Mr. Lu taking a busty vixen to a hotel? I’m telling you, Mr. Lu definitely likes women!"

"Do you think the one getting out of his car this time is the same busty vixen from last time?"

"Could be, I heard she was wearing a white dress and sapphire earrings."

Standing outside the break room, Su Xingyu was startled and instinctively took off her sapphire earrings, wondering who was so observant.

"Xingyu, what are you doing standing here?" Suddenly, a man’s voice came from behind.

Su Xingyu was shocked, almost dropping the glass in her hand, and turned around to see Fang Luohua. "Nothing," she forced a laugh, "I was just about to make some coffee."

Fang Luohua gave her a look and joined her in the break room.

The colleagues were still gossiping, and when they saw them enter, they greeted: "Luohua, Xingyu, have you heard? ...￥%......*" More gossip ensued.

Su Xingyu felt a bit guilty, holding her cup and laughing dryly: "I haven’t heard anything, it’s probably fake. Maybe someone just saw it wrong."

One colleague said: "How could that be? Many people have seen it. Allegedly, the woman has been in Mr. Lu’s car more than once or twice, and everyone is trying to find out who it is."

Su Xingyu felt even guiltier: "Is that so?"

"Of course," the colleague said, suddenly glancing at her. "Your outfit is beautiful, where did you buy it? Why do you all like wearing white? The woman this morning also wore a white dress."

Cold sweat ran down Su Xingyu’s back, as she said defensively, "White dresses are quite common."

The people around laughed: "Come on, why are you nervous? We didn’t suspect you. They all say the woman Mr. Lu likes has an F-cup, and you... haha."

A burst of good-hearted laughter.

Su Xingyu was frustrated, was her small chest also her fault?

But this was also good, at least no one suspected her.

She kept her head down, forcing herself to stay calm while making her coffee, but then heard the ever-sarcastic Xia Ranran say: "Her? Wanting to be Mr. Lu’s woman? What right does Su Xingyu have? Hmph."

Su Xingyu’s hand paused while making coffee. Though she was relieved she hadn’t been recognized, being despised like that wasn’t pleasant either. "Why should you care what I’m like," Su Xingyu raised her head and coldly stared at her, her voice icy, "What do you think of the women Lu Shifeng is with? Who are you to him? Really impressive, knowing the president’s personal preferences so well, why hasn’t he raised your salary?"

Her words made Xia Ranran’s face turn red and then white, unsure how to retort.

The surrounding colleagues said nothing, feeling Xia Ranran was overly harsh in mocking Su Xingyu and deserved to be mocked back.

Su Xingyu finished making coffee and left the break room, yet she felt unsettled, clearly realizing that commuting with Lu Shifeng wasn’t a sustainable solution; eventually, the truth would come out.

After work, Lu Shifeng called again: "Pack up and wait for me in the car."

"Lu Shifeng," she looked around sneakily and whispered into the phone, "I’ll go back by myself. If I keep taking your car, I’ll be found out."

"No way," his tone was firm, "It’s your period these days, you’re uncomfortable."

Su Xingyu sighed, ever since the last time she had stomach pain, he closely monitored this aspect and didn’t give her an inch of freedom. She wanted to ask him if he wasn’t a chauvinist, caring about such personal matters, but unfortunately, she didn’t have the guts and had to soften her tone to subtly persuade: "Are you busy tonight? You don’t need to send me back; I can take a cab myself." It wasn’t often that Lu Shifeng left work on time, frequently having the driver detour to drop her home before rushing off elsewhere for work. Sometimes she felt an illusion, as if he genuinely cared for her, but it was merely an illusion.

His attitude remained firm, not allowing her to take a cab alone.

She sighed and picked up her bag cautiously making her way to the garage, avoiding people along the way to prevent them from seeing her head to Lu Shifeng’s car.

She finally reached the garage and saw his deep black Bentley parked quietly, with no one around.

She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked to the car, preparing to get in when suddenly, a voice exclaimed from somewhere—

"Su Xingyu, is it really you?!"