"So late, and you haven't gone to rest?" he casually asked.
Su Xingyu sat on the sofa, wearing a thin garment, her expression somewhat complicated as she looked at him. She knew she should have a tough attitude at this moment, questioning why he was obstructing her job search. During the hours she waited, she mentally rehearsed a thousand times how to confront him, but when facing him, she still felt an inexplicable... retreat. This man, just standing there, was enough to make anyone's nerves tense.
The maid, Mrs. Gui, approached with a smile and said, "The young mistress has been waiting especially for you today."
As she spoke, she, as usual, reached out to help Lu Shifeng remove his suit jacket.
Lu Shifeng gestured to stop her.
He looked at Su Xingyu and said, "Come here."
Su Xingyu bit her lip lightly, stood up without understanding, and asked, "What for?"
He hinted at his suit jacket: "Help me take it off." Wasn't she waiting for him? Very well, it seems she is slowly adapting to her new identity, so she should do what her new identity entails.
She hadn't expected him to make such a request. Her face turned ugly immediately, and after a long while, she suppressed her anger, saying, "I'm not your servant!" What did he take her for?!
He seemed somewhat surprised, taking steps to stand in front of her.
His height was oppressive, making her feel breathless, causing her to subconsciously take a step back, forgetting the sofa behind her, and she fell onto it. His tall figure leaned down, and his clean, well-defined fingers lifted her chin: "No one taught you?"
His breath faintly brushed over her cheek.
Her heart raced wildly, and her face involuntarily flushed, yet she stubbornly looked at him, "What... what?"
"A wife welcoming her husband home, helping him take off his coat, is only right." He spoke as if stating a commonplace fact. Indeed, it is a commonplace fact; many affluent wives, including his mother, have served their husbands this way all their lives. Supporting one's husband and teaching the children, that's the way.
She finally understood what he meant, her face burning more intensely, struggling to free his hand, turning her head away, not daring to face his deep and oppressive eyes, "Don't you have hands yourself?"
Who would teach her such things?!
Not to mention Liu Meizhi wasn't this attentive to her own father, even her mother, Mu Yun, when she was alive, often traveled worldwide for photography, rarely at home, and wouldn't return on time. Additionally, back then, Mu Yun was a young lady, and Mr. Su was just a junior clerk of the Mu Family; how dare he let the young lady serve him this way?
It would be a ghost teaching her!
Her heart raced wildly, the man still bent over, one hand resting on the sofa's outer support, his tall body pressed low, just looking at her. From this close, she could even feel his burning body temperature and heartbeat.
"You... you get up!" she shouted, embarrassed and angry.
Looking at her flushed earlobes, he inexplicably smiled, "Are you shy?"
"You... you are shy!" she said, flustered, wishing she could dig a hole to crawl into, trying to curl her body up like a little beast not knowing where to run, "Let go of me! Mrs. Gui is still here..."
Thinking of that elderly maid witnessing everything, she was so ashamed she wished she could immediately die.
Lu Shifeng was slightly stunned, smiling with rare good humor, "She left long ago." The Lu Family servants were very perceptive, and those selected to serve him were the most perceptive among them. Seeing this situation with the master, who would stay on site?
Su Xingyu looked up, and true enough, Mrs. Gui was no longer there, leaving only her and Lu Shifeng in the living room. Her wildly beating heart calmed a little, but in a flash, it beat even harder—only the two of them left?!
Feeling the man's body heat on her, she trembled nervously, "You... you get up."
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
He still had a smile on his lips, taking advantage of the situation, "Help me with my clothes?"
"Okay, okay..." she quickly agreed, fearing he would change his mind the next second. As long as he was willing to get up, she would agree to any condition! As the scorching body heat gradually retreated, she breathed a sigh of relief and jumped up from the sofa, retreating several steps away from him. In her panic, she knocked over a vase on the coffee table, which shattered on the floor.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, "Afraid of me?"
Her expression was stubborn, "Who, who's afraid of you?!"
He laughed again—he had laughed more today than she had ever seen him do before, "Come here."
Her head heated up, and to prove she wasn't afraid, she really walked towards him as if prepared to face anything.
"Stop." Suddenly, she heard him command.
Her brain hadn't processed it yet, but her voice instinctively stopped at his command. Recovering her senses, it was terrifying... how could this man have the power to dictate her every move?!
She was unhappy, gritting her teeth, and deliberately took another step forward.
"Stop!" This time, he raised his voice, more sternly.
Before she could react, her body was lifted into the air, landing in a familiar yet foreign embrace.
"Ah!" she exclaimed in surprise.
He spun around with her and placed her down on the other side of the thick, soft carpet, one hand still around her waist, "Are you out of your mind? Didn't you see all those shards?"
Still shaken, she followed his scold and saw that the ground was indeed littered with shards from the vase she broke. If she had taken another step forward, the shards would have cut her feet.
He... saved her.
She looked up, her expression complicated as she looked at him, originally thinking he was deliberately ordering her around for fun, taking advantage of her, but it turned out that every word, every action of his was for her good. Her voice was faint, "Thank you."
His face was no longer smiling, "Do you find defying me amusing?"
"I..."
"Su Xingyu," he looked down at her, the girl's slender figure only reaching his chin, and from his angle, he could only see the top of her head as she hung it low, "All that your family hasn't taught you, I will teach you. The first lesson is, do not defy my orders."
"...Yes." Maybe his tone was too stern, she had lost her previous rebelliousness.
"Very good," he was satisfied, "Now, help me take off my jacket."
Her defiance completely vanished as she obediently reached out to help him take off his jacket. He was tall, a whole head taller than her, so she had to tiptoe to reach his shoulders. She struggled a bit to help him take off the jacket, feeling the superior material of the suit, still faintly warm with his body temperature, her face began to flush again.