CHAPTER 184: CHAPTER 186: ABOUT HIS SECRET

Her life is so precious, and there are still so many things waiting for her to do.

How could she die for someone who doesn’t cherish her?

The more Lu Shifeng tormented her, the more she wanted to live well. Once, she was born as a little angel with the hopes of many loved ones, and even though those people have passed away, she should live well even for their sake.

She raised her head, and this time, her eyes regained clarity: "Lu Shifeng, never again."

Yet her clarity instilled in him a faint fear, a rare emotion he hardly ever experienced—

When was the last time?

Oh, it was during a heavy snowstorm when he was eight. As he knocked on the door of his mother’s courtyard with a high fever, hoping to escape the snow and drink some warm water, but was shut out, feeling an ice-cold chill.

He didn’t understand. He feared dying then, but what was he afraid of now?

He gazed deeply at her, his sharp eyes as if they intended to penetrate her, but she did not evade.

Well, or rather, it was good. At least she promised not to die.

Besides that, he had nothing else to care about.

Lu Shifeng suppressed the sudden fear and restlessness in his heart, turned, and left the bedroom.

Only then did Su Xingyu breathe a sigh of relief, her body softening as she realized her entire body was drenched in cold sweat.

The family doctor looked at her sympathetically: "Young Madam, why do you keep going against the young master? His stubbornness will never change in a million years, only you suffer in the end. Doesn’t your tongue hurt? Doesn’t your body hurt? All the pain is on you."

Su Xingyu: "..."

Why hadn’t she realized before, this family doctor was so sharp-tongued?

"Do you have any medicine that could kill the young master?" Her tongue indeed hurt, her whole body ached, and she had just touched a deep bite mark on her shoulder blade, surely the beast’s handiwork. Right now, she truly wished him dead, regretting how she hadn’t suffocated him with a pillow last night.

The family doctor looked at her with a smile: "Good, you still have the energy to joke."

But Mrs. Gui was anxious: "How can you joke at a time like this, Doctor Lio! Young Madam, I know you feel wronged, but please, I’m begging you, please bear with him a bit. His temper from young... sigh!"

Mrs. Gui wanted to say more, hesitated.

Su Xingyu said: "Why does his temper matter? I have a temper too. Why should it be me to accommodate him?"

Did she owe him? It was clearly him who provoked her from the start.

To speak bluntly, if she could divorce, she’d rather beg on the streets than stay by his side for another second!

Mrs. Gui stomped her feet in urgency, turned to the family doctor: "Doctor Lio, you see, this..."

The family doctor pondered for a moment: "Given the situation now, it’s better to tell the young madam, let her be prepared mentally."

Su Xingyu looked at him curiously, what situation now? What mental preparation? "You’re not going to tell me Lu Shifeng got a terminal illness, are you," Su Xingyu remarked with a bit of whimsy and malice, "That’s what happens in Korean dramas. You can be assured, even if he’s terminally ill and near death, I won’t sympathize, nor soften to sacrifice and accommodate him."

Mrs. Gui was even more anxious: "Young Madam!" This girl, truly... sigh! How could she speak like this?

The family doctor looked at her half-smiling: "Actually, it truly is a kind of terminal illness."

Su Xingyu was shocked, eyes widening. What? Wait? Terminal... illness?!

Her complexion whitened slightly, unable to believe what she’d heard, her mouth opened with difficulty, wanting to ask, but no sound could emerge. Her heart pounded wildly, suspecting she’d heard wrong, no, impossible, how could that perverse and domineering lunatic of a tyrant have a terminal illness? Just thinking he might die, her mind scrambled, the traces of anger from cursing him earlier vanished entirely. Her fingers unconsciously griped at the bedding, eyes fixed on the family doctor, rigid.

The family doctor seemed to find her reaction amusing: "Why tense? Weren’t you wishing for his death?"

"Shut up!" She hadn’t realized her voice trembled slightly. Yes, there’s no doubt he was a bastard, but for some reason, she couldn’t help but recall all the little moments he’d been good to her. It was him who rescued her from being sold by the Su Family to Mr. Chen, it was him who disregarded his stomach pain and drank with challengers at the bar, it was him who gave her a promised marriage document; no matter what the promise meant, they were hand in hand as he took her to meet his parents, something she’d wished for countless years which Qin Mu never achieved...

His kindness to her wasn’t frequent, but the few kind gestures, no one else ever did for her.

She realized she didn’t really wish for his death.

The family doctor observed her, asked the two young nurses to leave, closed the door, then leisurely smiled: "It truly is a terminal illness. Have you heard of ASD? It’s Autism Spectrum Disorder. The young master was diagnosed as ASD in his childhood, a rather marginal case. He seems normal, but has some interpersonal difficulties, simply put, he struggles to understand and express emotions like regular people. He is like an isolated island, doesn’t know how to connect with the outside world. While expressing love is easy for ordinary people, it is particularly challenging for him. Do you understand by this explanation?"

Su Xingyu’s first reaction was relief that this broken-tongued doctor wasn’t talking about cancer or leukemia.

The second reaction, a disbelief—what kind of joke was this? A dignified young master of the Lu Family, heir of the Blade Group, actually, actually having Autism Spectrum Disorder? Is this... a fairytale?!

"Why doesn’t the old master change heir?" Su Xingyu blurted subconsciously, "How could he lead Blade like this?"

The family doctor smiled: "In fact, hasn’t the young master done superbly? Such a massive Blade Group managed by him so meticulously—I’ll tell you one more secret, the young master has high intelligence, he’s a rare genius, several of Blade’s core research accomplishments in recent years involved him. He understands Blade deeper than anyone, also knows precisely how to set precise rules and logic to govern the group, he doesn’t need emotions to achieve all this."

Su Xingyu was silent, this was indeed quite a fascinating secret.

Recalling the months of marriage, sharing a bed for many nights, she never noticed anything unusual about him, at most thought him a perverse lunatic... But never imagined, he truly was mentally ill!

Su Xingyu felt chaotic, needing a moment of calm.

Mrs. Gui stepped forward, looked down at her: "Young Madam, forgive us for only telling you now, in truth, apart from the old master and madam and a few close aides, not many people know. From childhood until now, the young master developed his own set of rules, he can very well coordinate relations within the family, externally, and with subordinates, but love is an entirely new encounter for him, please understand, this matter is exceedingly difficult for him."