Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Out of Control

Lance suddenly had an idea. Why shouldn’t Lu Feiran marry him?

“Alright,” Lance readily agreed, leading Lu Feiran away without mentioning the face-touching.

But once they reached the underground parking lot, he suddenly made his move.

The gallery’s guests had all departed, and apart from their car, there were almost no other vehicles in the parking lot.

Lu Feiran got into the car, and before he could fasten his seatbelt, Lance reclined his seat.

Lu Feiran tumbled back onto the seat, his dark, lively eyes darting around. Thinking something had gone wrong, he surveyed the entire car interior.

“W-what’s wrong?”

Lu Feiran asked confusedly, his left hand propped on the leather seat, while his right hand was caught by Lance.

He was startled, like a defensive, bristling animal, but he tried hard to suppress the urge to withdraw, asking again, “What happened?”

A pair of green eyes glowed in the dim environment, like an eerie ghost fire. Lance’s gaze made Lu Feiran feel like he was being stalked, a sense of timidity rising in his heart.

Lance grasped Lu Feiran’s hand and gently placed his palm against his own face. His eyes narrowed, and he slowly rubbed against it.

Lu Feiran’s face flushed completely. He frantically tried to pull his hand back, unsure where to hide, and could only pray that the dim light inside the car obscured his flustered appearance.

Lance: “Do you like my face very much?”

How was he supposed to answer that…?

Lu Feiran stiffened and remained motionless.

He admitted he was a bit of a look-lover. If he hadn’t been attracted by that face on the first day they met, he might have blurted out that he was someone’s husband, straining their relationship.

But he was too embarrassed to directly answer Lance. Saying such a thing felt strange.

Lu Feiran stayed silent for a long time. Lance smiled, rubbed against Lu Feiran’s palm again, and looked surprisingly docile: “I understand. Go ahead and touch. I will satisfy your request, Feiran.”

“Satisfy my request?” Lu Feiran murmured under his breath, “What request could I have?”

Since their first meeting, Lance had been like this—a very noble person who constantly cared for Lu Feiran’s feelings.

Lu Feiran felt like he was standing on soft quicksand, illuminated by bright moonlight, sinking deeper and deeper without realizing it.

If he had to make one request, he wished Lance would never know his true identity. He hoped the two of them could always remain friends.

But that wouldn’t work. Once his identity was exposed, once the marriage alliance was successful, their relationship would collapse.

Even a purely commercial marriage alliance would feel repulsive, wouldn’t it?

Feeling Lance’s cheek gradually grow warmer in his palm, Lu Feiran yielded. He gently moved his thumb, his slender fingers brushing past Lance’s earlobe.

“There. I’ve touched it.”

He said it as if Lance was the one who wanted him to touch his face.

Lu Feiran remembered Zhai Qiance was somewhat chauvinistic and never liked him touching his head, including his hair.

And Lance? If Lu Feiran hadn’t stopped, he would have continued to indulge Lu Feiran’s touch.

In the dim car, Lance caught the careful look on Lu Feiran’s face, and then was startled to realize he was somewhat obsessed with Lu Feiran’s attention.

Although it was very brief, for those two seconds, Lu Feiran’s gaze was solely focused on him.

So, he reciprocated with the same feeling, greedily devouring Lu Feiran’s every strand of hair, every inch of skin texture, and every facial contour with his eyes.

Lance suddenly had an idea. Why shouldn’t Lu Feiran marry him?

If Lu Feiran became his husband, would the kind of love Lu Feiran once gave Zhai Qiance be given to him as well?

Fortunately, Zhai Qiance was already planning a divorce, but the process was too slow. Lance decided to speed things up a little.

…

Lu Xingli and Jin Zhan had a big argument, and Lu Xingli was shocked to find that Jin Zhan didn’t even know Zhai Qiance was already married.

Heh heh, that poor student, does he actually think Zhai Qiance is his lover? That’s too ridiculous! Does he really believe in Cinderella stories in this world?

His looks were passable, but he had no family background and his talent was mediocre. What was he being so arrogant about!

Lu Xingli completely disregarded Jin Zhan. He told Jin Zhan that he was Zhai Qiance’s legal husband, telling him to go and find out if Zhai Qiance’s husband was surnamed Lu.

Watching Jin Zhan’s expression crumble, Lu Xingli finally felt satisfied. The humiliation of failing to flirt with Lance also disappeared, replaced only by a feeling of triumph.

He rushed back to Luyuan, found that Chen Ma, who worked there, hadn’t prepared dinner yet, and decided to exercise his authority as the master by calling Chen Ma over to teach her the rules.

Chen Ma wasn’t even wearing an apron. Lu Feiran was away, and Zhai Qiance didn’t come home for dinner, so she only needed to tidy the house every day and didn’t cook dinner at all.

Chen Ma was surprised: “Mr. Lu and Mr. Zhai aren’t here. Who would I cook for? By the way, Young Master Lu, why haven’t you returned to the Lu family home yet?”

Lu Xingli felt insulted that a mere maid dared to challenge him. It felt like everyone could slight him lately!

Furious, he stamped his foot and returned to the big bed in the master bedroom, calling Zhai Qiance: “Brother, fire the housekeeper. Her cooking isn’t good, and she’s sticky-fingered. Get a new one!”

Zhai Qiance was in a company meeting. Hearing this request during a break, he frowned, finding Lu Xingli too spoiled and temperamental. Why get so agitated over a housekeeper?

“Chen Ma used to take care of Lu Feiran’s grandmother. I can’t fire her; Lu Feiran is in charge of that. If she stole anything, just call the police directly.”

Lu Xingli immediately became unhappy and let out two frustrated huffs.

Zhai Qiance had no choice but to pause the video conference and patiently coax him: “Baby, what’s wrong now?”

“Brother, divorce Lu Feiran,” Lu Xingli finally couldn’t help but voice the thought that had been swirling in his mind. “And then marry me.”

Lu Feiran no longer had any utility for Zhai Qiance. He and Zhai Qiance had been together for a long time. Generally speaking, a couple dating for over three years should be getting married. Why couldn’t he and Zhai Qiance get married?

As long as Zhai Qiance divorced Lu Feiran and married him, everything would be wonderful!

Zhai Qiance was speechless by Lu Xingli’s fantastic notion.

This was Lu Xingli’s worst trait: he was shortsighted, too pampered and willful—to put it bluntly, he was foolish.

Why would he throw away the support of a massive family like the Devels just to marry the Lu family, which he had already drained dry?

A little fool like Lu Xingli, messing around with him emotionally and letting him be a lover, was already a huge blessing. How dare he bring up marriage?

Zhai Qiance’s last shred of patience was used up by Lu Xingli. He shouldn’t have answered this call during his busy schedule.

“Enough, stop making a fuss. I’m busy right now,” Zhai Qiance’s tone turned completely cold. “If you don’t like Chen Ma’s cooking, order takeout yourself. Don’t bother me with trivial matters like this.”

Beep beep beep—

“Hello? Hello??”

The dial tone echoed. Lu Xingli never thought Zhai Qiance would hang up on him. He had suffered enough setbacks today. Why even Zhai Qiance…?

A sour feeling rose from the pit of his stomach. Even his heart ached painfully.

Does Zhai Qiance not like him at all?

Lu Xingli fell into constant self-doubt, worried about loss, frantically searching for the reason Zhai Qiance hung up on him.

That’s right. It was when he asked Zhai Qiance to divorce Lu Feiran that Zhai Qiance’s attitude suddenly changed for the worse.

Lu Feiran! Zhai Qiance still liked Lu Feiran after all. Even if Lu Feiran rejected him and neglected him, Zhai Qiance would still cling to him like a dog!

Lu Xingli focused all his internal frustration and resentment on Lu Feiran, suppressing it until Zhai Qiance returned that night.

He clung to Zhai Qiance for a long time, making passionate love to him, thoroughly messing up the entire large bed. After Zhai Qiance fell asleep, he picked up his phone and hit record on the video.

He initially planned to use Zhai Qiance’s phone to send it to Lu Feiran; that would be more stimulating. But Lu Xingli didn’t know Zhai Qiance’s password, so he gave up and sent the video to Lu Feiran from his own phone.

Sent successfully.

Lu Xingli grinned ear to ear. Now that the cat was out of the bag, even if Zhai Qiance could endure not divorcing, Lu Feiran definitely couldn’t. Hahahaha.

…

Lu Feiran sat in front of the computer, watching the latest surveillance video from the day.

He was expressionless, his heart calm, as if watching animals mating on the Discovery Channel. He impatiently dragged the progress bar occasionally, pausing when he saw Lu Xingli pick up his phone at the end.

He instinctively felt he would receive a message from an unknown contact.

Checking his phone, it was indeed so.

In the video, Lu Xingli and Zhai Qiance lay side-by-side on the wine-red bed, their bare shoulders exposed, looking like a deeply attached couple.

Lu Feiran chuckled twice. He had only been away for a week, and Lu Xingli couldn’t resist.

But since this was the case, he should thank Lu Xingli for offering a pillow just when he was sleepy.

Lu Feiran’s disgust for Zhai Qiance had reached its peak. He wondered if blowing up these matters would affect Zhai Qiance’s marriage alliance with the Devel family. A prominent family like that might tolerate a person with poor private morals, but surely they wouldn’t accept a son-in-law whose public scandal would disgrace the family, would they?

Lu Feiran selected the video and directly forwarded it to Zhai Qiance and Lu Liyie with one click. He suddenly regretted leaving the group chats with many relatives years ago; otherwise, it would have been even more exciting.

After forwarding it, Lu Feiran immediately turned off his phone and pulled a chilled sparkling water from the fridge.

Lychee flavored, very sweet, and very refreshing.

…

The next day, Lu Feiran deliberately kept his phone off. He got up early, stretched on the balcony, changed into sportswear, and went for a run in a nearby park.

He came back soaked in sweat, took a leisurely shower, made himself breakfast following an online recipe, and made a portion for Zhou Zihua. Then he turned on the TV screen mirroring and connected his PlayStation to start gaming.

Close to ten o’clock, Zhou Zihua came out looking annoyed, showing Lu Feiran his phone screen, still half-asleep: “Is Zhai Qiance sick? Why did he call me ten times? Did he want me to clean up his mess?”

Lu Feiran smiled and waved to Zhou Zihua: “Let me show you something.”

He opened the video Lu Xingli had sent last night and handed the phone to Zhou Zihua. Zhou Zihua glanced at it, and all sleepiness vanished: “Holy crap, is Lu Xingli’s brain completely smooth? He sent this to you?”

“My phone is off. I’ll give them a chance to call in a bit. Otherwise, they might contact your dad directly to look for me.”

“Are you going back this afternoon? Are you okay going alone?” Zhou Zihua asked with concern.

“I’ll be fine, no need to accompany me,” Lu Feiran said with a smile. “Go eat breakfast. I made a little something, but I feel it… isn’t very good.”

Zhou Zihua: “Edible is fine. I’m not picky.”

“Then I’ll head back in a while.”

Lu Feiran returned to his room, sat by the bed for a moment, and forcibly suppressed the excitement in his chest.

He was like a traveler dying of thirst in the desert. The first liquid he drank in his delirium was the blood of his prey.

He was very curious about how Zhai Qiance would handle this.