Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Cheating Partner

“It was my decision to help you. Getting wet in the rain was my choice too…”

After parting ways with Zhou Zihua, Lu Feiran grew increasingly angry. He circled back and returned to the front gate.

The early autumn night wind was still quite cold. Lu Feiran shivered, standing under a luxuriant osmanthus tree not far away, waiting for no other reason than to see who Zhai Qiance was having dinner with today.

After waiting for a while, Lu Feiran became impatient.

Why should he be here freezing and suffering, waiting to catch a cheater, while Zhai Qiance sat comfortably inside, drinking with someone? It made no sense.

Lu Feiran called Zhai Qiance. It rang twice before finally being answered.

Lu Feiran suppressed his discomfort, forced a pitch in his voice, and said, “Honey, when are you coming back? I ate too much tonight, and my stomach feels uneasy. Could you come back and rub it for me?”

He never spoke in that tone or said such things. Now, to disgust Zhai Qiance, he had to disgust himself first.

Zhai Qiance on the other end was visibly stunned for a few seconds.

Zhai Qiance awkwardly cleared his throat: “I’ll be back after I finish working overtime. Don’t wait up for me to eat, you eat first.”

Lu Feiran immediately raised his voice: “It’s always overtime, overtime! I can never get a hold of you. I almost called your secretary! Don’t work overtime, honey, come back quickly! I miss you!”

Lu Feiran spoke the last four words particularly loudly. Passersby nearby turned their heads to look at him twice.

Speaking so loudly, the person at the table on the other side of the phone must have heard it, right?

Lu Feiran heard a few soft chuckles—definitely not Zhai Qiance’s laughter.

Zhai Qiance pinched his brow, inwardly thinking why Lu Feiran had become increasingly difficult recently.

Not wanting Lu Feiran to continue talking nonsense on the phone and affecting his dinner, Zhai Qiance gave a few perfunctory words and hung up.

Zhai Qiance offered an apologetic smile: “I apologize, Noah, please excuse the display.”

The person opposite him smiled gently: “There’s nothing to excuse. Your lover loves you very much. If you have time, you should spend more of it on your loved one rather than attending this kind of dinner party, don’t you think?”

Zhai Qiance’s face froze; he couldn’t force a smile.

“I thought the Deville family extended this invitation with a specific intention.”

“It’s true the Deville family has intentions of an alliance, but the fact that you’re a married man is not appropriate.”

Zhai Qiance said seriously: “Madam Deville already knows. It’s not a problem. He and I are only in a business marriage.”

The man smiled meaningfully, clearly not believing a husband in a business marriage would receive such a phone call. He raised his hand, signaling Zhai Qiance could leave.

The atmosphere of the conversation reversed too quickly, catching Zhai Qiance off guard.

They had been chatting and laughing, and he thought things would go smoothly, but… it was all because of Lu Feiran! A bungler!

However, Zhai Qiance didn’t show his inner dissatisfaction. He buttoned his suit jacket, the reflection on his glasses obscuring his eyes.

“Noah, let’s leave together.”

This time, the man didn’t refuse, getting up and walking ahead of Zhai Qiance. His golden hair fell down his back, looking distinguished and cold.

When they emerged, it started to drizzle. The cold bit straight into the skin.

Zhai Qiance, gentlemanly and considerate, stood on the windward side, taking a black umbrella from the doorman to shield the man, ensuring his white suit didn’t catch a drop of rain.

But the man was taller than Zhai Qiance, needing no such protection, making Zhai Qiance seem superfluous.

Only after the man was seated in the car did Zhai Qiance return the umbrella to the doorman, asking the doorman to escort him to his parking spot with the umbrella.

Lu Feiran didn’t move from his spot as he watched Zhai Qiance’s car drive away.

Hearing is one thing, seeing is believing. Even though he was prepared, Lu Feiran still uncontrollably reddened around the eyes. His heart felt like it had been torn open, and the cold rain and autumn wind seeped in, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Zhai Qiance really did have countless lovers. If he truly investigated, the number might be more than two hands could count.

Suddenly, the rain stopped.

Lu Feiran looked up and saw a large umbrella held over his head, the canopy tilted toward him.

“Sir, didn’t you bring an umbrella?”

The voice was warm and pleasant, carrying a slight, non-Asian accent.

Lu Feiran’s heart skipped a beat. He followed the sound with his eyes.

Heh.

It was Zhai Qiance’s cheating partner.

…

Before leaving Yulin, Lance’s phone had been buzzing continuously. It was his nephew, Noah, sending him messages.

[Uncle, how did it go? Did you manage to reject him for me?]

[What’s he like? My mom said he’s about to get divorced. Even if he’s divorced, she shouldn’t introduce a remarried man to her own son, should she? Is he that great? Are we really that desperate for his money?]

[I’m begging you, reply quickly and tell me you drove him away!!]

Lance carefully read through Noah’s messages, replying to none of them.

Years ago, he left the Deville family out of respect for his father. All the Deville inheritance was left to his eldest sister; he only kept the small trust fund his mother left him.

He lived alone on a secluded island for three years, with everything adhering to medical advice for his condition.

Upon returning, he found the Deville family in such a state that they were trying to sell off their own son. Useless.

Lance attended this blind date on Noah’s behalf purely for amusement, but his interest quickly faded.

However, in the end, Lance discovered that this ordinary man, who had a little bit of wit and luck, had a husband whose entire heart was tied to him.

Lance grew slightly curious about Zhai Qiance’s husband. What exactly was he in love with?

Lance didn’t believe a person could love another; one only loves oneself.

He decided to play a few more rounds, hoping he might meet Zhai Qiance’s husband. Then he could ask that person: what exactly do you love about Zhai Qiance?

Lance sent a text back to Noah.

[Maintain contact with him.]

Noah immediately exploded, sending over a dozen texts and repeatedly calling.

Lance frowned and reluctantly looked up, only to see a person through the car window.

On a drizzly night, a man in a black shirt stood helplessly beneath the osmanthus tree. The relentless rain soaked his clothes, trousers, and dark hair, dripping down his pale, gaunt face.

He was slender, a black-haired, black-eyed beauty. Though his features were sharp, his pale lips and red-rimmed eyes perfectly neutralized his edge, making him look on the verge of breaking.

Lance’s gaze was drawn to him. He silently turned off his phone, cutting off his nephew’s harassment.

Then, he took an umbrella, got out of the car, and slowly walked to Lu Feiran’s side, tilting the umbrella towards him.

Lu Feiran’s gaze had been fixed on the distance. He only came to his senses when Lance spoke.

His moist eyes turned to stare at Lance, momentarily stunned, and then filled with a thick resentment, like a soaked cat arching its back aggressively.

“Can I give you a ride?” Lance proposed on a whim.

Lu Feiran closed his eyes. If he looked at this “homewrecker” again, he might not be able to stop himself from glaring daggers at him.

It was so tacky. He wouldn’t do it!

Lu Feiran clenched his fists, pressing his fingernails hard into his palm to stop the tears from flowing, and looked at Lance again.

When Lance was sitting across from Zhai Qiance, Lu Feiran only saw his back. Up close, the impact of his face was too strong.

His platinum-blonde hair was eye-catching; even his eyelashes were thick and faintly golden. He had high, deep-set eyebrows, and his eyes were brighter than emeralds, like a whirlpool drawing Lu Feiran in. No wonder Zhai Qiance couldn’t take his eyes off him.

Yet, he wasn’t the kind of beauty Lu Feiran stereotyped. He was handsome, not overly massive, but definitely could be called well-built. He was at least 190 cm tall, with broad shoulders, perfectly outlined by his well-tailored white suit.

Lu Feiran watched as the man extended his hand toward him. His palm was large, his fingers long and slender, with distinct knuckles.

For some reason, Lu Feiran suddenly thought of those vulgar short dramas where the original wife and the mistress fought.

If he were to fight this “homewrecker,” he definitely couldn’t win. He might even be pinned to the ground instantly.

But did he look like a European noble who would actually hit someone?

Lance persuaded again: “Come on. I’ll drive you home. You’ll catch a cold.”

Lu Feiran felt a little helpless but decided to play it safe for now. Exposing his identity at this moment would only lead to embarrassment and awkwardness.

It was better to infiltrate the enemy camp first, find out the other party’s attitude towards Zhai Qiance. Maybe the person wasn’t even interested in Zhai Qiance.

Lu Feiran walked with Lance toward the car. Lu Feiran asked, “Thank you. May I ask your name?”

Lance opened the car door for Lu Feiran, raised a hand to wave away the driver who was coming with an umbrella, and motioned for Lu Feiran to get in first, leaning in to hold the umbrella for him.

Lu Feiran paused, his face slightly flushed.

He felt extremely awkward. He had resented the man at first sight, yet the man consistently showed him kindness.

Seeing Lu Feiran hesitate to get in, Lance said, “My surname is Deville.”

Lance’s voice was melodious and pleasant, like a deep cello, striking Lu Feiran hard.

Deville? Zhou Zihua said that the young master of the Deville family was getting married by the end of the year, and his blind date could even be a man. He met Zhai Qiance today. Could it be…

Lu Feiran was too stunned by his own thought to speak, staring at Lance in silence for a long time.

Lance took Lu Feiran’s arm, and with an irresistible gesture, half-guided, half-firmly ushered Lu Feiran into the car.

Closing the umbrella and getting in, Lance’s right side was completely drenched.

Yet, he handed a blanket to Lu Feiran: “Put this on. Don’t catch a cold.”

The blanket was soft and delicate. Lu Feiran clutched it in his hands, tugging at it twice before realizing he should put it on.

“My surname is Lu.” Lu Feiran introduced himself absentmindedly, seeing that Lance’s hair and the right side of his suit were all wet.

But Lance showed no loss of composure despite being soaked by the rain. Both of them were messy, but only Lu Feiran felt extremely embarrassed.

“I apologize. I was distracted just now and got you wet too,” Lu Feiran apologized uneasily.

Lance didn’t mind: “No need to apologize, Mr. Lu. It was my decision to help you. Getting wet in the rain was my choice too.”

Lu Feiran was utterly speechless. He huddled in his seat, only looking up at Lance after a long while. In the dim car, the other man’s emerald eyes glowed like an unquenchable fire.

Lu Feiran felt an urge to get out of the car.

Noble, gentle, elegant—a person completely opposite to himself.

A drop of water rolled from Lance’s temple down to his chin. Lu Feiran grabbed a corner of the blanket and wiped it away.

Forget it, just take it as being helped by a kind stranger.

Lance narrowed his eyes, watching the redness around Lu Feiran’s eyes gradually fade. His gaze was focused, and he was apologetically wiping Lance’s face. Lance actually found this situation somewhat interesting.

Lance didn’t stop Lu Feiran but asked, “Where do you live?”

Lu Feiran withdrew his hand, a hint of curiosity for testing the waters arose, and he told Lance his detailed home address.

Lance gave instructions to the driver in English. The car drove through the night toward Lu Feiran and Zhai Qiance’s home—Lu Garden.

The rain hadn’t stopped. Lu Feiran asked Lance to drop him off at the main gate. He secretly observed Lance’s eyes, and seeing nothing unusual, he silently sighed in relief.

The headlights shone into the garden. Aunt Chen saw them and opened the door to greet them, surprised to see the rarely late Mr. Lu stepping out of an unfamiliar car.

Lance didn’t ask the driver to get out with the umbrella, nor did he ask Lu Feiran for any contact information. He didn’t even know Lu Feiran’s full name. He simply urged Lu Feiran to take his umbrella and hurry back.

If they were fated, they would meet again. If not, so be it.

Lu Feiran thanked Lance again, took one last look at his gentle face, opened the umbrella, got out of the car, and walked into the rain.

He didn’t let the rushing Aunt Chen take the umbrella: “The rain is heavy. You’ll get wet and catch a cold. Use yours. I have an umbrella. Aunt Chen, how many times have I told you not to come out to meet me?”

“Oh, but I have to, sir. Mr. Zhai instructed me that the owner must be greeted upon returning home,” Aunt Chen said.

Before entering the main door, Aunt Chen whispered, “Mr. Zhai came home early today and looks like he’s in a bad mood.”

Lu Feiran paused, said he understood. This was Aunt Chen warning him.

Zhai Qiance rarely came home late to find Lu Feiran absent.

When he was politely rejected by “Noah Deville,” he did resent Lu Feiran. But on the way back, cooling down, he realized the other party had always been cold and aloof and hadn’t given him any positive signals.

If this deal didn’t work out today, it wasn’t Lu Feiran’s fault. But Lu Feiran had indeed called abruptly and embarrassed him.

When Zhai Qiance returned home and found Lu Feiran was not there, he called Aunt Chen and learned Lu Feiran hadn’t even eaten dinner at home. His not entirely extinguished anger flared up instantly.

Lu Feiran dared to mess with him?

“Where have you been?”

Zhai Qiance stood grim-faced on the staircase, looking down at Lu Feiran.