CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 75: SHIFTING THE BLAME TO XIA LING

She was too anxious and accidentally blurted out the words in her heart.

Looking at Lu Shifeng’s gloomy expression, she nervously stepped back two paces, fearing that he might suddenly turn hostile.

Lu Shifeng narrowed his eyes at her.

In the study, the morning light filtered through the window frame, casting a soft glow on the girl’s face. Her skin was delicate, her crystal-clear and fair cheeks still bearing traces of last night’s marks, and her fearful appearance was like a little deer ready to flee at any moment.

To her, was he really that terrifying?

Lu Shifeng’s eyes deepened slightly as he walked a few steps to the computer, his long and powerful fingers deftly tapping a few keys. A projection screen slowly descended in front of a cabinet filled with thick documents on the other side of the study, and then some photos appeared on the screen.

This...!

Su Xingyu widened her eyes in surprise—these were photos she had taken!

There were children playing in the water at the street corner, unpredictable clouds in the pure blue sky, workers loading goods by the roadside, and an old man pushing an ice cream cart selling along the street... all extracted from her camera card!

"You found my card!" She looked at him happily.

Lu Shifeng’s expression was inscrutable: "Pervert, hmm?"

She was stunned, watching his fingers, as beautiful as playing the piano, point at the keyboard, and a photo immediately appeared on the projection screen—it was one she secretly took of him. In the shimmering morning light, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room downstairs reading a newspaper, looking serious and meticulous. She was probably standing at the second-floor corner, cautiously taking the photo from a downward angle, focusing on his sharply sculpted features, stunningly beautiful, yet the storage title of this photo was—Pervert.

Su Xingyu hated the instant title function of this camera now.

She watched Lu Shifeng click on the next one, the scene of him being escorted out and getting into a car, the title was even more unbearable:

Sadistic beast.

Further down, him dining: Lunatic.

Him changing clothes: Rogue.

Him standing by the window thinking about work: Tyrant.

Each title was filled with bitter and deep-seated accusations.

Lu Shifeng’s hand left the keyboard and he looked down at her: "Do you have anything to say?"

Su Xingyu regretted so much that her guts turned green, how could she be so blinded by ambition and secretly photograph him so many times? She wanted to delete all these photos, cover his eyes and hypnotize him saying you didn’t see anything...

But reality was so cruel, the high and mighty Mr. Lu was waiting for her answer.

She struggled to make an innocent expression, forced a smile, and cleared her name: "These titles...really weren’t set by me...maybe...maybe..." She tried for a long time but didn’t come up with a maybe, suddenly had an idea, "Xiaoling set them! She’s disliked you for a long time, really has nothing to do with me!" Amitabha, better her friend than herself, anyway Xia Ling lives safely a few hundred meters away at Pei Ziheng’s house, she doesn’t believe Mr. Lu would trouble Pei Ziheng over such a small matter.

Lu Shifeng looked at her, expressionless: "Do you think I’ll believe that?"

"It’s true!" She was anxious, swearing by pointing to the sky, "Xiaoling and I went to sweep..."

Mid-sentence, she suddenly realized something was wrong, her voice gradually lowered.

Lu Shifeng looked at her coldly and said, "Keep lying."

Xia Ling was a super diva, a star at her peak, going shopping could attract half the city’s people, causing a commotion like Mars hitting Earth. How could she possibly have enough to eat and have nothing better to do than sweep the streets with her?

Su Xingyu found herself unable to continue making stuff up, forced a few more laughs: "I really don’t know what’s going on, it wasn’t me anyway."

"Do you still want the photos?" Lu Shifeng asked.

Su Xingyu fell into despair, her little face drooping down: "It won’t help even if you give them to me now, the registration time has passed."

"Why did you secretly photograph me?"

"Hmm?" She didn’t expect him to ask this, stammeringly said, "Test...testing the light...the new camera’s feel hasn’t settled in yet, I...I was just...randomly shooting something..."

Despite saying this, she felt very guilty.

"Why didn’t you photograph Mrs. Gui and the others?" He stepped closer to her.

She was pressed into retreat step by step: "I, I..."

"Why?" He cornered her against the wall.

The distance was too close, she could even feel the heat from his body, her face turned red: "I, I...you..." She stammered for a while, lowered her head.

"Hmm?" His breath was close.

She couldn’t take it anymore, closed her eyes and said resolutely, "Because you’re handsome!" Because he was the best looking, that’s why she photographed him, his every movement was so pleasing to the eye, making her gaze linger.

After saying that, she tightly closed her eyes, her body stiff, not daring to look at him.

Feeling him laugh softly, then the hot breath moved away from her by an inch. "That’s better," his voice was deep and magnetic, "I’ve already uploaded the photos for the second round yesterday, the competition won’t be delayed, don’t worry."

"Really?" She opened her eyes immediately, very surprised, "Lu Shifeng, you’re really great!"

Unexpectedly, their distance was too close, when she looked up, her soft lips like petals brushed his, like a fleeting touch. Her face turned red again, apprehensive, like a child who did something wrong.

He slightly tilted his head, gradually closing in on her, clearly about to kiss her lips again.

The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Suddenly, a call from outside the window broke the silence—"Xingyu!"

"It’s Xia Ling!" Su Xingyu immediately recognized the voice, took the opportunity to push Lu Shifeng, "I, I’ll go see her!"

Saying that, she ran out of the study like an escape.

Lu Shifeng didn’t chase her, slowly straightening up.

The study returned to its usual state, silent, solemn, thick ink fragrance lingering in the air. Everything was familiar to him, except the projection screen—on it, the photos of him were vividly captured, like a famous painting.

His little wife, her photography skills were really impressive.

Lu Shifeng’s expression subtly softened; his long, slender fingers tapped the keyboard lightly again. This time, the projection screen displayed another photo, still of him, sitting in a small garden drinking tea and reading the newspaper, with her caption underneath—

Hmm, still quite handsome.

He curved his lips slightly and smiled.

The second round of photo selection was held as scheduled. The photo Lu Shifeng chose for Su Xingyu to enter the competition was one taken at the entrance of a French restaurant.

In the photo, the light was hazy, the rain curtain dreamily merging into one, the elegant architecture and vehicles on the street blurred into shadows, with the focus right in the middle where a little boy and a restaurant waiter were. The waiter held an umbrella and bent down to shield the little boy’s head, while his own half of the body was drenched in the rain, the uniform sticking to him with a large stain.

"Ah, it’s the la faya restaurant!" Many people online immediately recognized it.