CHAPTER 181: CHAPTER 183: I THOUGHT I COULD COUNTERKILL HIM

Although they got it wrong, they didn’t include Su Xingyu having Lu Shifeng as a backer.

But the conclusion was by sheer luck correct, completely right.

Su Xingyu finally won a game against Zhuang Heng, feeling joyful, really thinking about inviting Cang Er for dinner after work. Yet her slender and beautiful fingertips just moved to the phone, she changed her mind — there’s someone else she needs to treat more. "Hey, Ling Weilong," she dialed a number, "Are you and Ouyang Yi at Cloud now? I’ll treat you guys to dinner after work."

"Finally remembered us, huh," on the other end, Ling Weilong was doing something, background noise was noisy, "I’m working outside, Ouyang that kid has nothing going on recently, don’t know where he’s gone to have fun, what time, where, eating what?" He asked several questions in a row, and then demanded, "I want meat! Barbecue feast! That Wagyu barbecue next to Cloud is pretty good!"

...Well, the price is quite good too.

Su Xingyu silently mourned for her wallet, Ling Weilong opened his mouth with a dragon-slaying knife!

However, she straightforwardly agreed: "Alright."

Hung up and dialed Ouyang Yi.

Ouyang Yi’s side was peaceful, faintly with sounds of pine waves or ocean waves. This man always knows how to enjoy life, hearing she was treating, lazily chuckled: "Sure." Asked her the time and place, but frowned, "Barbecue? That greasy stuff... Little Beauty Xingyu, you know this young master is a world-class model right? Understand the need to maintain the body?"

Every industry has its difficulties, for someone like Ouyang Yi who is a supermodel, it looks glamorous on the surface, but secretly dieting is indeed tough.

Su Xingyu really forgot this, secretly scolded herself stupid, said to him, "Sorry, this place was picked by Ling Weilong, if you can’t eat it, I’ll discuss with him to change it."

"He’s intentionally trying to bleed you," Ouyang Yi lazily laughed, "Wagyu? How much is that, this place is the most authentic Wagyu eatery in S City, guarantees you walk in and get carried out—slaughtered."

Su Xingyu also felt pain, her eyebrows and nose wrinkled into a little bundle: "Ling Weilong bastard."

But it was only cursing a couple of times; a friend who would take her rescue call deep in the middle of the night without asking questions, what’s wrong with treating him to Wagyu? She’d gladly do it even if it costs her dearly.

There, Ouyang Yi was unexpectedly kind-hearted: "Let me find you a place that’s cheap, delicious, and has vegetarian dishes — I eat vegetarian."

Su Xingyu said: "But Ling Weilong’s —"

"Don’t worry, the place I find has meat, I’ll go talk to him."

The result was Ouyang Yi being defeated.

Ling Weilong stubbornly refused to compromise, shouting at Ouyang Yi over the phone, "If you want to eat vegetarian, go eat it yourself, don’t hinder this grandmaster from eating meat, huh? Damn, what’s wrong with me eating something good, Xingyu this little girl is unkind, tricked me so bitterly! Clearly she’s Lu Shifeng’s wife, yet pretends to be dirt poor, who else to fleece but her! That’s called compensation for mental distress!"

Ouyang Yi paused, decided not to fuss with this eruptive volcano. He called Su Xingyu back, telling her very reluctantly: "Let’s just go to that Wagyu BBQ, this young master will sacrifice a bit, give way to Ling Weilong."

Su Xingyu shed broad tears, these two gentlemen, still won’t let her little wallet off the hook.

Arrived at the Wagyu eatery as promised in the evening.

It was a high-end restaurant, primarily serving Wagyu BBQ and other complementary grilled foods and Wagyu dishes, its interior decor uniquely designed, no main hall, all seating in separate private rooms, comfortable and elegant.

When Su Xingyu walked in, Ling Weilong and Ouyang Yi had already arrived.

Ling Weilong was casually in a T-shirt and jeans, stains at the hem indicating he didn’t know which outdoor location he just came running back from. Upon seeing Su Xingyu, he was in full fiery mode, fighting power soaring, called over a waiter and ordered the expensive dishes, fully milking Su Xingyu a tableful.

Ouyang Yi wore a clean casual shirt, two buttons undone at the collar, inherently alluring.

He looked at Su Xingyu laughing, enthusiastically ordering two bottles of good wine.

Su Xingyu was unbearably pained, she could roughly guess what these two were thinking, wasn’t it revenge for her not telling them she’s the Lu Family’s young madam? But this meal truly wasn’t spent with the Lu Family’s money, she hadn’t touched the supplementary card Lu Shifeng gave her even a bit, her usual expenses based on what she earned. This meal, she figured, would take months to pay off on her credit card...

Helplessly resigned, she simply ignored the menu, closed her eyes to order Ouyang Yi some expensive yet small portion size vegetables.

Ouyang Yi gave her a wry smile: "So dedicated."

Su Xingyu gritted her teeth: "You guys just keep at it."

Ouyang Yi had the waiter open the wine, lifted the glass in respect: "Only now did I know you’re the Lu Family’s young madam, my apologies."

Su Xingyu gave him a look, recalling Lu Shifeng’s warning, does Ouyang Yi truly not know her identity or merely pretend not to? Regardless, she didn’t like his current tone. "That’s why I never wanted to tell you guys," her eyes slightly dimmed, speaking to him and Ling Weilong, "I hope you’ll just treat me as Su Xingyu, not as the Lu Family’s young madam."

Ling Weilong spat, "Bullshit, pretentious; wealthy people’s troubles, I really don’t get."

Ouyang Yi understood her meaning, laughed again: "The burden of fame and wealth. In my eyes, you’re always that little beauty I fell head-over-heels for at first sight, what Lu Shifeng’s wife? Huh."

He looked up, drained his glass.

Su Xingyu gave him a complicated look, this person mixed true with false, making him hard to grasp. Yet his words were so heartwarming, like a lighted orange lamp in a cold night, letting her know, she isn’t consumed by any identity.

Ouyang Yi took another sip of wine, perhaps slightly drunk, his captivating "peach blossom" eyes quietly watching her: "That day when Lu Shifeng came to pick you up, punched me once, punched really hard, my liver hurt for several days. But Xingyu, I still like you so much, what should I do?"

She shook her head: "Ouyang, don’t joke."

He’s famously flirtatious, even when taking photos he can casually tease the makeup artist, so with his declarations, Su Xingyu has never taken them seriously.

Ling Weilong sideline ridiculed: "Careful Lu Shifeng punches you again. Damn, Xingyu, your husband punches people really hard, nothing like the calm and restrained image out there, they say rumors kill, he’s simply a madman!"

Ouyang Yi was better, probably knew already Lu Shifeng’s nature, didn’t fight back when beaten.

But Ling Weilong didn’t accept it then, relying on his good physique and training, in a heat of the moment fought back, and the result?

Anyway, one of life’s three major illusions is, this time I can counter-kill him...

Ling Weilong shook his head, grabbed Ouyang Yi’s wine and poured himself a glass.