She meekly fiddled with her fingers, "Please... I'm begging you... at least don't reveal my identity to the public until I become a master photographer, okay? I'll do whatever you say, really! You know I don't want to be your wife just because I'm afraid this identity will bring me too much glory, overshadowing my own efforts!"
Lu Shifeng mused, "You'll do whatever I say?"
"Yes, yes!" She nodded eagerly.
"Very well," he surprisingly praised her, "First make up for the missed shoulder and leg massages, you're not allowed to be friends with Xia Ling and Ouyang Yi, and I'll arrange for someone to teach you the etiquette of high society in the next few days. The rules at the old house are strict; I don't want you to be talked about when you go back."
Su Xingyu widened her eyes, "Wait! This...!"
She could accept everything else, but making friends was a matter of principle! A matter of principle!
How many times had they argued over this!
