Lu Shifeng paused slightly, turned his head to look at her: "Where did you hear this from?" Su Xingyu said, "I got lost on the way here and happened to meet her. Isn’t she a pretty woman with short hair wearing white? I heard her telling the person next to her that she has a dinner appointment with you tonight." Lu Shifeng squinted slightly: "Pretty?" Su Xingyu looked at him blankly: "Yes, she’s a natural beauty, with good taste in makeup and clothes, a real beauty." In the dimly lit corridor under the crescent moonlight, Lu Shifeng’s eyes darkened, staring at her repeatedly. She felt chills down her spine: "Um...did I say something wrong?" He let out a sinister cold laugh: "No." He strode forward. "Hey! Wait! Wait up!" Su Xingyu trotted after him. She really didn’t understand how she managed to offend him again. She had merely praised Zhuang Heng’s beauty, not that she said Ouyang Yi was handsome! Could it be that deep down, Lu Shifeng is actually vain and even gets jealous of women? She was mentally ranting while reaching to grab the hem of his clothes, stumbling along behind him: "Slow down! I can’t walk steadily in high heels, I’ll trip!" He suddenly stopped, causing her to bump into his chest, and asked her randomly: "If I say now that I’m going to Zhuang Heng’s dinner, not having a late-night snack with you, how would you feel?" How would she feel? That would be wonderful! She wouldn’t have to serve this lord then! Before Su Xingyu’s face had time to fully show her delight, she caught a glimpse of Lu Shifeng’s menacing expression, quickly reining it in. "Whatever you want..." she said cautiously, observing his face, "I’ll listen to you, and I promise not to interfere with your decisions childishly!" Lu Shifeng’s face darkened further, his little wife had no sense of crisis? Googlᴇ search novelꜰire.net When he learned of her contacts with Ouyang Yi, he wanted to separate them immediately, yet here she was, clearly hearing another woman inviting him to dinner and almost eager to hand him over! And she even praised the other woman’s beauty! If looks could kill, Su Xingyu would have been diced into pieces by now. In the corridor under the night, a cool breeze blew, and Su Xingyu’s mood was as chilly as the wind. She really felt that dealing with Mr. Lu was hard, oh so difficult. His face-changing speed was faster than a woman! She lowered her head in a small-wife manner, not daring to face his harsh gaze, her small hands secretly twisting the hem of her clothes. Lu Shifeng stared at her for a long time, realizing she had no idea what her mistake was, feeling stifled and frustrated. "In the future, you’re not allowed to interact with Ouyang Yi!" he brought up old matters in a tough tone. Su Xingyu hesitated between nodding and shaking her head. To be honest, this wasn’t just a matter of a friend but a principle of whether he had the right to interfere with her friendships. This wasn’t as easily compromised as having a late-night snack or massaging his legs! She gathered the courage to look up at him: "I don’t even mind you and Zhuang..." She initially meant to say she didn’t mind Zhuang Heng inviting him to dinner but was suddenly surprised looking at him and blurted out, "You’re not jealous, are you!" "No." He answered without hesitation, firmly. "Then why are you..." Lu Shifeng glared at her with eyes as if to kill, refusing to tangle further with this topic, and strode towards the exit. Su Xingyu, dizzy and lightheaded, followed behind him, stunned by her own hypothesis. Could this moody tyrant, who was always domineering and decisive, actually have a day when he would be jealous? What did she, Su Xingyu, ever do to make this lord jealous of her? She rubbed her face vigorously to wake herself up and trotted to catch up with him. When they reached the end of the corridor, his black Bentley was already quietly waiting. Apart from the Bentley, there was also the man named Xie Jian she had seen before, holding two bags of clothes, bowing respectfully to Lu Shifeng: "BOSS, here are the clothes you requested. Also, I’ve spoken to Miss Zhuang’s side, and she wanted me to tell you it’s fine. She’s just taking in the night view at Binjiang Restaurant and suggested you go home early to rest and take care of your health." Lu Shifeng glanced at the dazed Su Xingyu beside him. Seeing her in a daze, seemingly unaware of Xie Jian’s words, others were so concerned about her husband, yet she had no sense of crisis? Lu Shifeng snorted coldly, took the clothes from Xie Jian, and pulled her into the car. "Ouch!" Su Xingyu, unprepared, banged her forehead on his shoulder, hard as a stone. "Take off your clothes," he ordered harshly. This lord’s temper was mercurial, and Su Xingyu had no idea what kind of fit he was having now. After glancing at the casual clothes in his hand, she wisely decided not to argue. The Bentley was quite spacious, with Xie Jian and the driver waiting outside. The car windows were one-way opaque, so even if she stripped naked to change, no one would see. Except...for Lu Shifeng. She glanced at Lu Shifeng hesitantly, silently pleading, don’t you turn away? The lord sat there as stable as a mountain: "Why aren’t you changing yet? Want me to help you?" "No, no need!" She shivered, quickly shaking her head. Oh well, after all, they shared a bed every night, was there any part of her body he hadn’t seen? Just the thought of it made her face flush, but she forced herself to turn sideways, resolutely changing her clothes. Behind her, his intense gaze felt like needles, making her utterly uneasy. Finally done changing, he said, "Change mine too." Su Xingyu had just heaved a sigh of relief, but now energy surged back in. She wanted to ask, doesn’t this lord have hands? After seeing his grim face, she didn’t dare say anything aloud, resigning to change his clothes as well. His build was athletic, muscular yet not overly so. Her fingertips inadvertently brushed his skin, recalling nights of intimacy... Her face unknowingly turned as red as a boiled tomato. He looked down at her flushed face, and the alluring blush touched him. His initially grim face slowly softened. "Is changing clothes that difficult for you?" His voice was laden with intimidation, "So many times and you’re still not used to my body?" Her face reddened more, wishing she could bury herself in the back seat of the car. The more flustered she was, the messier it became. Finally managing to dress him. Now, both of them were wearing Blade Group’s branded T-shirts and stone-washed blue jeans, looking like a couple outfit. It was the first time she had seen him in something other than a black suit and white shirt, and she couldn’t help but glance a few more times. This man really had a great body, a natural clothes hanger, looking good in anything.