Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 375 - 388: Return to the World of White Roses

Chapter 375: Chapter 388: Return to the World of White Roses

This kind of thought is too dangerous.

Su Xingyu remembered how, four years ago, while carrying this child, she was tied to a bed by that man and almost burned to death. She couldn’t help but sternly admonish Han, "The adult world is very dangerous. Besides mommy, you cannot completely trust anyone else, understand?"

The child seemed a bit aggrieved, blinking with watery eyes.

At this moment, Lu Shifeng also opened the car door and got in. Hearing her reprimand the child like that, he couldn’t help but frown, "Xingyu, you have to trust me. The past was my fault, but from now on, I will treat you well."

Su Xingyu was silent for a moment.

She didn’t believe a word Lu Shifeng said. The shadow of life and death from that great fire could not be dispelled with just a few words, but now, needing his help for Han’s safety, she could only endure. "Let’s leave here first," she said to Lu Shifeng.

Lu Shifeng glanced at her and instructed the driver to drive back to Rose Villa.

On the way, they didn’t encounter any obstruction. Su Xingyu didn’t know if it was because Ouyang Yi hadn’t sent pursuers or if those pursuers had already been dealt with by Lu Shifeng. Holding Han, both of them quietly followed Lu Shifeng back to the villa from four years ago. It was already late autumn, yet the white roses bloomed lavishly and magnificently, filling the view with dreamlike beauty.

It was Han’s first time seeing this place. Getting out of the car, he let out a small "wow," rendered speechless by the fairytale-like scenery. Su Xingyu was also speechless, her heart shaking. Everything here, every plant and tree, was exactly as it was four years ago in her memory. After marrying him, she had personally changed the villa’s decor; every corner and step was carefully thought out.

If one must say what was different, it was that the vegetation was more lush, and the roses bloomed more profusely. Although well-maintained, it also carried more of a sense of loneliness and desolation than four years prior.

The heavy wooden doors were pushed open.

Mrs. Gui and the butler came out to greet them.

At the sight of her, Mrs. Gui choked up, calling out "Young Madam" as her hand gently wiped her tears.

Su Xingyu’s face still wore the exquisite mask gifted by Ouyang Yi, her body draped in a snowy white gauzy wedding dress. Though she had borne a child, her slender, graceful figure was like a young girl’s, unchanged in the slightest. Mrs. Gui recognized her at a glance.

However, Su Xingyu felt a twinge of bitterness in her heart.

Young Madam?

What a distant title.

She slowly raised her hand to remove the mask covering her face. The late autumn sunlight outlined the terrifying scars on her half-exposed visage. Meeting Mrs. Gui’s shocked and horrified gaze, she said, "I am no longer any Young Madam. That fire four years ago allowed me to die once. The person I am now is named Axing."

Mrs. Gui looked at her in astonishment, then at Lu Shifeng, not knowing what to do.

A few days ago, she had received instructions from the young master to prepare the villa full of roses to welcome the return of the Young Madam. She was surprised, thinking, has the young master gone mad? The Young Madam clearly died in that fire four years ago. The acknowledged Mrs. Lu now is Zhuang Heng. Why isn’t the young master living well with her, but instead suddenly remembering the Young Madam? She hesitantly advised the young master to accept the past and move on.

Unexpectedly, the young master told her that the Young Madam was still alive and was Axing, who was beside the male model Ouyang Yi.

Mrs. Gui was doubtful, not knowing if her heart hoped it was true or false. If the Young Madam truly was not dead, then what about Zhuang Heng, this "Mrs. Lu"? Mrs. Gui couldn’t help but worry about her young master.

However, all her worries vanished at the sight of Su Xingyu at that moment.

Yes, it was the Young Madam, truly the Young Madam has returned!

No matter about Zhuang Heng, or who’s Mrs. Lu, having the Young Madam alive was all that mattered!

But...

The Young Madam seemed to have changed.

Her gaze at the young master was less cautious and fearful, with more coldness and detachment. This...

Could they truly reconcile as before?

Mrs. Gui looked anxiously at Lu Shifeng, not knowing what attitude to take in serving this visibly colder Young Madam.

Lu Shifeng instructed Mrs. Gui, "There’s nothing more for you. You and Mr. Zhong can go now."

Mrs. Gui obliged, and along with the butler Mr. Zhong, as well as the other servants, they all withdrew.

Lu Shifeng extended his hand towards Su Xingyu, "Xingyu, we are home."

Home.

What a strange word.

She looked around, finding every plant and tree so familiar, yet everything seemed different.

She turned to ask Lu Shifeng, "We? Home? Lu Shifeng, you’ve been living with Zhuang Heng all these years, haven’t you? You’ve already made a new home, so don’t use such hypocritical words."

"Xingyu," Lu Shifeng looked down at her, the faint chill on her face cutting into his heart like a blade, "Living under the same roof with Zhuang Heng was only for the convenience of taking care of Jue. She has her own room, and I have my own. We have never shared a bed. To me, that place isn’t home; my only home is here."

Su Xingyu felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. Not wanting to waver, she said, "Don’t lie to me."

"I’m not lying to you." Unexpectedly, Lu Shifeng said seriously, "After the fire, I had the bedroom repaired and the garden replanted with your favorite flowers. I always fantasized about the day you might come back. Even my personal belongings, the warehouse full of parts, and my private study, I didn’t move them. This is the only place that’s truly home, no matter how long it has been abandoned."

She turned her head away, not wanting him to see the slight redness in her eyes.

Beside her, Han gently tugged her hand, calling, "Mom."

"You and Han will stay here," Lu Shifeng said, "I’ve arranged many bodyguards around; you’ll be very safe here, with no chance of events like four years ago repeating. Xingyu, give me some time. In a few days, I will publicly announce my separation from Zhuang Heng, and then I’ll bring Jue back here too."

"You don’t need to move back," Su Xingyu refused without even thinking.

"Xingyu," Lu Shifeng looked at her, "you are my wife."

She smiled lightly, with a touch of bitterness and irony.

Glancing down at Han, she said with self-deprecation, "Yes, I asked you to save him, and this is the price."

Saying that, she took Han’s hand and walked into the villa.

Lu Shifeng watched her retreating figure.

She looked so beautiful, so beautiful in that white trailing backless wedding dress, yet she was so far away from him, as if she could disappear at any moment. He didn’t know what he had done wrong again, but it seemed he had upset her again. However, what could he do? If even getting close to her would make her unhappy, then...

He could only let her be unhappy for now.

He loved her; she was all he wanted in this life and the next, no matter how far she tried to distance herself, he would walk into her world, step by step, against all adversities.

She was his, always and forever.