When she woke up again, she was already at the Lu Family, in their bedroom. The gauzy curtains let in strands of sunlight, weaving into scattered gold flecks on the bed. The clock pointed to 10 a.m. The air was tranquil, with the faint fragrance of white roses floating in from outside the window. He was not there, probably went to the office. Su Xingyu held her aching waist as she got up from bed, although it’s not good to curse so early in the morning... But, she just really wanted to curse! Lu Shifeng, that bastard, beast, scumbag! How could he do such a beastly thing last night! In the grove... Ugh, just thinking about it made her face burn, and she’d been unable to recover for a whole night! Su Xingyu mourned for a while, then went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out, she heard her phone ringing. After answering it, she found out unexpectedly it was the street photography competition committee calling: "Is this Miss Su? You left the champion trophy outside the hall in the corridor yesterday; would you mind coming by the planning department today to pick it up?" "Ah." She finally remembered that she had taken a call from Xia Ling when she left the venue and casually placed the trophy on the window sill in the corridor. The call went on for quite a while, and later, she was frightened by Lu Shifeng and completely forgot about it. "Alright, I’ll come right over." She replied to the committee. She changed clothes and hurriedly went downstairs. In the living room on the first floor, she met Mrs. Gui, who asked, "Madam, heading out?" Su Xingyu said, "Yes, going to Blade Group, got some things to do." Get full chapters from novel※fire.net Mrs. Gui quickly said, "If you’re not in a rush, could you wait a bit? We’ll soon have lunch ready. I’ll make some millet porridge and a few small dishes and snacks; may I trouble you to bring them to young master?" Su Xingyu paused: "Is that all he’ll have for lunch?" Mrs. Gui rubbed her hands, smiling amicably, "It’s hot outside, so I thought to make something refreshing. Young master is busy with work, constantly eating out at those restaurants, so greasy and unhealthy. Normally, I can’t manage much, but today you’re conveniently heading over, so why not take some home-cooked meals to nourish him." Su Xingyu thought it made sense, so she agreed. Mrs. Gui cheerfully went to cook, and soon, packed up a thermos for her: "There are servings for two inside; dine with young master. There’s shredded kelp, which you like." Su Xingyu smiled slightly: "Alright." She was now gradually feeling a bit of belonging to this home. Back in the Su Family, no one ever cared about what she liked or disliked to eat. But after marrying into the Lu Family, even someone like Mrs. Gui, a servant, was so considerate. Those little, unintentional acts and words of comfort slowly softened the vigilance she’d always carried. She took the thermos to Blade Group Headquarters and called Lu Shifeng. Lu Shifeng sent Xie Jian to pick her up, leading her smoothly into the core area of the main building, taking a private elevator straight to the top-level CEO office. The CEO office was grand, spacious yet sparse, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering half-city views. The black, white, and gray tones emanated a sense of solemn authority. It was clearly his style. When Su Xingyu walked in, he was sitting behind the dark desk, looking at a document. Slightly furrowed brows, a stern, unsmiling face, even without speaking, said all that needed saying, striking awe in others. This was the first time Su Xingyu saw him at work; she was momentarily at a loss for what to do. Xie Jian, who brought her in, appeared to sense her difficulty, cleared his throat, and called out: "Boss, madam is here." Unlike the servants at the Lu Family, Xie Jian never addressed her as ’young madam.’ He treated Lu Shifeng as Boss and hence regarded her as Boss’s wife. Only then did Lu Shifeng lift his head, handing the document to Xie Jian: "Take it to the marketing department. I’m dissatisfied with the third and fifth clauses; regardless of how they negotiate with the other side, I want better results in a week." Xie Jian bowed his head in acknowledgement: "Yes," accepted the document with both hands and left. The office door closed, leaving just Su Xingyu and Lu Shifeng. Perhaps it was the pressure of this office, she felt somewhat restrained, unsure where to put her hands and feet. His demeanor softened, not as stern as when facing Xie Jian, asking her: "Why have you come?" "Mrs. Gui made some millet porridge and asked me to bring it to you." Su Xingyu said hastily, shaking the thermos in her hand. There was an implicit anger gathering in Lu Shifeng’s long, deep eyes: "She asked you to come all this way just to bring me porridge?" Su Xingyu didn’t understand why he was mad, cautiously shook her head: "No, it’s just that I left my photography competition trophy here yesterday, so I came to retrieve it today, and Mrs. Gui asked me to bring porridge along." "What else did she say?" "Did she say anything else besides asking you to deliver porridge?" His voice was pressing, like an oncoming storm. The back of Su Xingyu’s head felt like exploding, scared that a wrong answer might invite unknown consequences. She looked down at her toes and said, "No... Oh wait, she mentioned that eating out too often was bad for your health, and she normally can’t take care of your lunch, but since I was coming today, she thought it would be good to take care of today’s meal." After speaking, there was no response from him for a long time. She cautiously lifted her eyes to look at him, seeing the turmoil on his face dissipate, resuming his usual blank expression. Su Xingyu let out a breath of relief, thank goodness, although she didn’t understand what madness he was on about, but anyway, another crisis had passed. "Uh... Can I put down the thermos? It’s so heavy," she complained softly, all the way from the car her hand felt like it was going to break. Had she known better, she should have let that Xie Jian carry it for her! Lu Shifeng pointed to a group of leather sofas and a coffee table not far away: "Put it there." So, Su Xingyu, in a little wife manner, walked over and put the things down. As soon as she set it down, someone knocked on the door. Lu Shifeng called out: "Enter." A woman dressed in a simple, elegant white outfit walked in, carrying a limited edition Hermès bag, carefully groomed hair gently curled, exuding a faint fragrance with every movement. She walked gracefully to Lu Shifeng’s desk, smiling at him: "Shifeng, all done? Let’s go for lunch together? You already ditched me for dinner yesterday; no ditching me again this time." Lu Shifeng said: "I’m afraid I’m already scheduled for lunch." The woman followed his gaze and saw the thermos on the coffee table, and Su Xingyu beside it. Her beautiful eyes briefly flashed with surprise and rage, quickly concealed, letting it seem like an illusion. She scrutinized Su Xingyu, then smiled: "This young lady is unfamiliar; Shifeng, would you introduce us?" Her casual use of "Shifeng" was intimate, as though claiming the lady of the house role herself.