CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 52: DIVORCE THAT BASTARD

Xia Ling was initially a little scared, but hearing his cold words, she got angry immediately.

She emerged from behind Su Xingyu and glared fiercely at the man in front of her: "Why won’t you let me come? I’m here to see Xingyu, not you! You’re so unreasonable, no wonder Xingyu doesn’t like you!"

Lu Shifeng’s face was calm as water as he called out into the hallway: "Mrs. Gui, see the guest out."

Mrs. Gui soon appeared, walking towards Xia Ling with her head slightly bowed: "Miss Xia, please."

"Xingyu!" Xia Ling felt wronged, clutching Su Xingyu’s sleeve tightly, "Say something quickly! What right does he have to drive away your guest?"

The girl’s visage was as delicate as a rose, charming and pitiful, making it hard for Su Xingyu to refuse her request. Moreover, Xia Ling was right; what right did Lu Shifeng have to drive away her guest? Yes, she had married him, but it didn’t mean she had sold herself to him as a slave. Such behavior was too rude! "She is my guest." She mustered up the courage to meet Lu Shifeng’s gaze.

Lu Shifeng remained unfazed: "You are mine, the house is mine, everything is mine."

"Lu Shifeng! Don’t be unreasonable!" Su Xingyu said angrily.

"Xingyu, divorce him now! Move to my place! Or I’ll give you a bigger and better villa! No need to endure him! Hmph!" Xia Ling couldn’t wait to create chaos.

"Mrs. Gui." Lu Shifeng’s voice grew even deeper.

Mrs. Gui appeared tense, understanding clearly that it was Shifeng’s behavior that was overly domineering, but ultimately it was his word that counted in this house. Not daring to anger him further, she hastened Xia Ling: "Miss Xia, even a wise judge can’t easily resolve domestic issues, please leave first, I’ll escort you out."

"I won’t!" Xia Ling’s stubborn temper flared up, disregarding everything.

Lu Shifeng mercilessly ordered: "Mr. Zhong! Drag her away!"

From the hallway, the butler Mr. Zhong soon appeared, slightly bowing his head humbly, yet actually reaching out to drag Xia Ling.

"I just won’t!" Xia Ling shouted furiously and anxiously, desperately hiding behind Su Xingyu, "Lu Shifeng, you trash! Scum! Pervert! Xingyu marrying you is the worst fortune ever! Ah! Don’t drag me!"

"Stop!" Seeing Mr. Zhong truly grab Xia Ling’s arm, Su Xingyu hurriedly pushed him away, jokingly, how could one really treat the delicate girl roughly?

Though Mr. Zhong was strong, he dared not oppose the young mistress; a mere slap from Su Xingyu made him release his grip.

Su Xingyu glanced at Lu Shifeng’s expression, noting his increasingly darker mood, realizing it would be impossible to end well if Xia Ling continued making a scene. She held the girl who continued to mockingly mock Lu Shifeng and suppressed her headache, saying: "Let’s go, Xiaoling, I’ll walk you out."

"Xingyu!" Xia Ling stomped her foot in anger, "Why are you so weak, just do whatever he says?"

Su Xingyu’s headache worsened. She wasn’t weak, if she were, she would have obediently followed his orders, staying home as an idle young mistress, not ending up in this situation. She was retreating now only to safely see the girl out; who in the neighborhood didn’t know Xia Ling was overly pampered by her family? A precious, pampered young lady; better not let anything happen to her here.

She patiently coaxed Xia Ling: "I want to talk privately with Lu Shifeng, you go back first, another day..."

"Don’t come again another day." Lu Shifeng’s voice was extremely cold.

Su Xingyu bit her lip.

There, Xia Ling called out again: "Do you think I’m eager to come? If it weren’t for Xingyu’s sake, even if you asked me on your knees I wouldn’t come! Xingyu, divorce this jerk, hear me? I’ll get a team of lawyers for you!"

Su Xingyu’s heart raced, half persuading and half pushing her out the door.

On the cobblestone path shrouded by bustling foliage outside the villa’s main entrance, Xia Ling reluctantly reminded: "I’ll get a team of lawyers for you—!"

Lu Shifeng slammed the door shut.

The vast villa quieted down as if all the commotion was just an illusion.

Lu Shifeng’s face remained dark: "From now on, don’t associate with her."

Su Xingyu felt depressed inside, ignoring him, and walked into the room on her own.

Lu Shifeng grabbed her, the force so strong she thought her arm was about to be torn apart.

"Lu Shifeng!" Su Xingyu was furious, unable to stop herself from shouting at him, "What do you want? First, you forbid me from photography, now you forbid me from making friends!"

"Look at the kind of friends you’re making," Lu Shifeng was relentless, "So-called friends, who just want you to divorce and tear apart your family?"

"Family?" Su Xingyu found it ironic, breaking into a cold laugh, "Lu Shifeng, you actually think we could be considered a family? Do you have some misunderstanding about those two words?"

Lu Shifeng grasped her even tighter, making her think her arm would break: "Su Xingyu, stop making trouble; I married you, providing you with a lifetime free from want, fulfilling a husband’s duty. You should properly fulfill a wife’s duty. Don’t test my patience."

Su Xingyu continued to smile coldly: "Duty? If given a choice, I’d rather not have any duty, rather face the hardships of wandering the streets doing what I love! Lu Shifeng, you’ve destroyed the most precious part of my life, and yet you want me to be grateful and devoted to you? Dream on! I have never, not for a second, ever considered you a husband or family!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain in her arm. He was dragging her into the house with big strides.

She stumbled and fell at the entrance steps, his pace didn’t pause for even a moment, cruelly dragging her along, dragging her through the first-floor living room, then all the way upstairs. Her arm and calf scraped bloody on the ground, staining the path with blood, but he remained indifferent, viciously throwing her onto the big bed in the bedroom.

He pressed against her, menacingly ravaging...

She cursed him sharply, pushing him desperately, but it was futile, yet another long night...

She didn’t know when she passed out or how long she was out. When she woke up, it was already dusk, the sunset filling the sky.

Mrs. Gui, who was keeping watch beside her bed, was delighted: "Thank heavens, young mistress, you’ve finally woken up; you’ve been unconscious for two days! Here, drink some water."

Her lips were parched as she drank some water from the elderly maid’s hands and asked: "What time is it?"

Only upon speaking did she realize how hoarse her voice was.

Mrs. Gui checked her forehead: "You still have a bit of a fever, I’ve made some porridge, I’ll bring it right over. It’s six in the evening; please rest well, the young master will likely return early today."

Him?

This wretched state was all his doing; when he returns has nothing to do with her; would be better if he didn’t come back at all.