Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Instructional Guidance: Lance does not like hearing Lu Feiran…

Noen’s neck tightened, and he quickly changed his tone: “Forget it, never mind if you don’t have time.”

But Lance’s cold gaze did not withdraw. He continued to scrutinize Noen, like needles made of fine icicles piercing his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

Lance had noticed something.

Noen was secretly annoyed at his own indiscretion, having been too pleased and arrogant. He said to the driver, “Drop Lance off first. I’ll tell Grandpa that he won’t be coming home for dinner.”

Noen’s interest in Lu Feiran seemed a bit excessive.

Back home, Lance was rubbing his chin, still thinking about Noen’s behavior in the car. If Noen genuinely thought Lu Xingli was Zhai Qiance’s husband, given his level of disgust towards Lu Xingli, why would he bring him up repeatedly?

He was just beginning to grasp a clue when the electronic lock clicked open at the door. Lu Feiran was back.

The black-haired youth’s face was brimming with smiles. He took off his shoes, and before he could even put on his slippers, he walked across the floor to embrace him.

Lance looked at Lu Feiran’s slightly red nose tip and his bouncing hair, and his heart suddenly softened. He cast aside the matter with Noen.

“What are we having for dinner?” Lu Feiran bent over, hugging Lance from behind, rubbing his nose and chin against Lance’s shoulder, his voice muffled.

Lance cupped his face with one hand, his thumb slowly stroking his cheek: “I haven’t started yet. You came back late. Ranran, order something.”

Lu Feiran shook his head: “I’m so tired. Cooking is exhausting! Let’s have the cook, Aunt Chen, come tomorrow. Noen, you take a break. Aunt Chen is a great cook!”

Lance paused, squeezed Lu Feiran’s cheek with a bit of force, turning the fair skin pink. His brow furrowed, and his eyes showed a hint of mournfulness and pity: “Are you… tired of me?”

It felt like something hit his chest; his heart suddenly beat extremely fast, making Lu Feiran unable to resist kissing Lance on the corner of his mouth.

How could he be sad so easily!

Lu Feiran remembered Lance’s lofty demeanor when they first met. At that time, he still felt inferior under Lance’s brilliance and charm. But soon, Lance became anxious and insecure over a single word from him. Their roles and statuses seemed reversed, yet Lu Feiran didn’t feel smug at all.

His moon should always hang high in the sky.

“No, of course not. It’s just, aren’t you still in school? And don’t you have to take time to handle company affairs?” Lu Feiran comforted him. “You have too much going on. I just don’t want you to spend too much time on me.”

Lu Feiran suddenly had a flash of inspiration: “Oh, right. Why have you been… so free recently?”

Lance calmly grabbed Lu Feiran’s hand, squeezed his soft palm, placed it on his cheek, and gently rubbed: “I want to be with you. Ranran, will you sleep with me tonight?”

Help! The aloof white moonlight instantly turned into a spoiled, clingy pet!

Lu Feiran blushed instantly.

“B-b-b-but…” But wasn’t that a bit too fast?

Lance’s gaze swept over, and Lu Feiran immediately stood up straight, as if a crowd of invisible spectators were judging him.

“Y-yes, I can!” Lu Feiran said.

…

The night was dark, and the apartment was on a high floor. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could look out over the entire city. Looking up, there were no starry skies, only a full moon.

That moon was bigger and brighter than it had been during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lu Feiran thought, lying on the bed.

The person clearer and colder than the moonlight was leaning over him, lightly kissing his forehead. One hand stroked his neck, moving up to gently pinch his chin with slightly more force.

A sharp sting came from his lips. Lu Feiran frowned and let out a soft sound, returning his gaze.

His eyes held a pool of warm water, shimmering beautifully. His slightly long black hair was damp, sticky on his temples, his hair ends and eyelashes tangled together, making him look seductive yet pitiful.

“You’re not focusing,” Lance complained in a wronged voice. He tidied Lu Feiran’s ruffled hair and rubbed noses with him, like two animals nuzzling and huddling for warmth.

“Mm… no, I am,” Lu Feiran broke into a smile, like a night-blooming cereus, arousing Lance’s impulse to pluck it.

Lance’s throat bobbed. He rested his forehead against Lu Feiran’s, breathing lightly.

It felt unreal. In his thirty years, he had gained too little and lost too much.

Lu Feiran was, to him, a warm, soft cat that nonetheless hid sharp claws. Just the flick of his tail made Lance find him adorable.

He wanted to keep a pet like Lu Feiran forever.

The soft flesh on his waist was gently pressed, making Lu Feiran feel slightly ticklish yet comfortable. He let out a breath, wanting to divert his attention: “This afternoon, I went back to Egret Garden to discuss the renovation plan with the designer. Why don’t you come with me next time, and we’ll decorate it according to your ideas?”

“I’m fine with anything.” Lance didn’t have any particular preferences. Whatever Lu Feiran liked, he could accept.

Lance arched his back, his lips sliding down, causing Lu Feiran to shiver. Suddenly, his face was cupped.

Lu Feiran said, “I want to be with you every day from now on. Let’s go see it together, okay?”

His voice was a bit hoarse, yet soft and sweet, making Lance want to agree to anything.

“I don’t know you well enough, Noen.” Lu Feiran was briefly lost in thought. The moment the words left his mouth, a beautiful, but tense, sound escaped his lips.

At a time like this, he actually heard the name Noen.

Lance sneered inwardly. He failed to control his strength and hurt Lu Feiran.

Don’t know me well enough… Indeed, what Lu Feiran saw was just the tip of the iceberg. However, he never intended for Lu Feiran to understand him.

After all, he knew it was enough that Lu Feiran loved him. Therefore, only Lu Feiran needed to lay himself bare. It was completely reasonable.

Lance got up, pulled out the tie from beside the pillow, and made Lu Feiran bite down on it, tying it tightly at the back of his head.

The restricted black-haired youth felt helpless for a moment but didn’t try to untie the knot behind his head. Instead, he embraced Lance, pressing tightly against his back, and the two fit together snugly.

I’ll get to know you slowly later. Now is not the time to say anything disappointing, Lu Feiran thought.

Lu Feiran was clearly sensitive to the cold, yet now he felt the heating was too strong. Otherwise, why would he be covered in sweat? He felt so hot that his entire body seemed about to explode.

He felt like he had been thrown into a steamer, turning into a fragrant little steamed bun, capable only of muffled “ooh ooh” sounds.

Lance stopped. He was ready to go, but a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Lu Feiran finally got a few seconds of rest to calm down. He looked up and gave a smile of realization.

He untied the tie. His hoarse voice spoke, using a tone that was almost seductive: “Let me teach you.”

Lance completely descended into madness. The fuse was finally lit, and the bomb that had been buried for so long was detonated. His mind was in chaos, like it had been blown into ruins.

Teach me? Where did you learn the experience you’re going to use to teach me?

His laughter sounded malicious, like a wolf tearing at its prey, his eyes scarlet, having lost all reason.

He pushed Lu Feiran’s hand away, acting wildly, then heard his darling say: “It hurts, it hurts a little. Noen.”

Lance immediately covered Lu Feiran’s mouth, preventing that beautiful mouth from uttering any more unpleasant words.

Lu Feiran was trembling slightly. He was infected by the coldness radiating from Lance, feeling as if the room temperature had dropped. He knew Lance was unhappy, but why? Did he dislike hearing the name? But they hadn’t chosen nicknames yet. Should he call such a tall, cold, and handsome person “Baby”?

He could, if Lance liked it.

But Lu Feiran ultimately didn’t say “Baby.” The tie that had been discarded was picked up by Lance and tied on again. Lu Feiran was once again in a state where he couldn’t speak.

Lance kissed Lu Feiran’s forehead lightly, wiping away his excessive sweat: “Teach me, Baby.”

Lance compromised. The Lu Feiran he wanted had a past that belonged to others. He would always be the latecomer. This couldn’t be changed, but he could personally cover and erase the traces of others, and then brand him with his own mark.

As for the name… the name wasn’t important; it was just a designation.

Lu Feiran was a very patient and encouraging teacher, and Lance was also a clever student. They quickly found the key to the problem.

The night finally returned to silence in the latter half.

Lance hugged Lu Feiran from behind. The slender youth curled up, nestled in Lance’s embrace. Lance played with Lu Feiran’s hair, thinking about what kind of hairstyle he would braid for him once it grew longer.

After conceiving several styles in his mind, Lance kissed Lu Feiran’s shoulder: “Every day from now on means forever, right? Lu Feiran, you must not break your promise.”

In his dream, Lu Feiran seemed to respond.

“Mm…”

“Thank you, Ranran.”

…

Because Lance promised to live in Egret Garden with Lu Feiran, Lu Feiran was exceptionally dedicated to every aspect of the design, discussing every detail thoroughly with the designer.

So, he visited Egret Garden very frequently, and most of the time, Lance accompanied him.

They wanted to design the house in a Baroque style, which was vastly different from the original Chinese garden style.

One day, Lance was not present. After Lu Feiran finalized the design draft with the designer, he received a message from Zhou Zihua.

Ms. Du had been found. She had already divorced her husband. And her former executive husband had been taken into custody not long ago on suspicion of large-scale bribery.

“Ranran, I have a surprise!” Zhou Zihua was excited. “Pulling out the radish brought out the mud! You have no idea what I discovered! Wait, I’m sending it to you.”

The documents Zhou Zihua sent were extremely detailed, including not only Ms. Du and her ex-husband but also several people with esteemed identities and familiar names.

Lu Feiran’s heart pounded like a drum. He knew the importance of this evidence. He looked around, even afraid that someone might be lurking in Egret Garden to monitor him.

His heart was in his throat. He saw a bank account number that looked familiar. He rummaged through photos he had taken before and found that it was the same number Zhai Qiance had used to transfer money to Aurora’s MB.

Everything connected. They had used the Qiongzhu Gallery as a link, facilitating the flow of funds up and down the supply chain, engaging in many illegal activities.

Excitement continuously brewed, like throwing an effervescent tablet into still water. Lu Feiran suppressed the excitement in his heart, saved the files, turned to leave Egret Garden, and just as he locked the main gate, he saw a familiar figure behind a flower bed not far away.

He was so startled he almost fell.

The person hiding in the dark stepped out. It was Lu Xingli, who looked much more gaunt than before.

Lu Xingli had witnessed Lu Feiran and Lance behaving intimately in the corner. They held waists, hugged, and kissed, like inseparable lovers.

Lu Xingli heard Lu Feiran call that person “Noen.”

But… the person he smashed with a brick was named Noen. Shouldn’t this person, who looked more elegant and composed and who had captivated him at first sight, be named “Lance”?

Where was Zhai Qiance? Lu Feiran had a new boyfriend immediately after getting divorced? Why did Lu Feiran get away without sorrow or pain, while he had to bear everything?

His mother scolded him for being a disgrace. His father went to great lengths to bail him out after the assault, even resorting to asking Zhai Qiance for help. For the past few days at home, he felt like a plague demon whom everyone despised, causing chaos in the Lu family.

But shouldn’t all of this be borne by Lu Feiran? Lu Feiran was the one who married Zhai Qiance!

Lu Xingli felt it was unfair, and upon seeing Lu Feiran’s easy, happy demeanor, he finally broke down.

Lu Feiran was startled by Lu Xingli. He took a step back and sharply asked, “Why are you here?”

“The person you were with… who is he?”

Lu Xingli asked, his eyes hollow.