Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Change of Expression: “I want to leave here.”

“You are kidding, Ranran.”

Lance looked at the tearful, heartbroken Lu Feiran. He stated this calmly, his volume low, even with a hint of a smile at the end. Yet, Lu Feiran heard an uncontrollable gloom and twisted darkness in his voice.

It was like the brief calm before a storm.

Lu Feiran was shocked by the somberness Lance had never before revealed. The fingers resting on Lance’s shoulder tightened involuntarily.

“It’s not funny, Ranran,” before Lu Feiran could say anything more, Lance softened his voice, as if giving Lu Feiran one last chance. “Don’t tease me. I will get angry.”

“Happiness” was like a slippery little fish. Lance had just managed to grab it, and in a moment of inattention, it slipped away.

He straightened his stiff back and stood up, his slightly long forelock concealing his bright eyes. In his line of sight, Lu Feiran was naked, shrunk in the bathtub, his left hand resting on the newly installed grab bar on the wall, like a fish trapped in a tank.

Lu Feiran was his “happiness.” Lu Feiran couldn’t slip away.

Lance inhaled deeply the air scented with peach body wash. The scent, similar to the one on Lu Feiran, gradually calmed him down.

He silently washed the foam off his hands, then dried them with a towel, standing beside Lu Feiran like a silent statue, his presence and sense of oppression distinct.

Lu Feiran hugged his knees with one hand, looking at Lance’s broad back, trying to observe his expression in the mirror, but the fogged-up glass obscured everything.

Angry? Get angry quickly! Lu Feiran thought maliciously. Lance must be angry. Can’t he keep up the act anymore?

Lance turned his head, smiled gently, leaned down, and kissed Lu Feiran on the tip of his nose, warmly and intimately.

Lu Feiran was stunned, unexpectedly pulled into Lance’s embrace.

He was placed steadily on the floor. A dry, large bath towel wrapped around his body. Through the towel, Lance meticulously dried his body inch by inch.

Lu Feiran was uncomfortable. Taking advantage of Lance picking up his pajamas, he asked, “Why do you… not react?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

The question made it sound like he was deliberately teasing Lance, instantly stripping his earlier words of all deterrence.

But even if it was a joke, couples playing this kind of joke would get angry, wouldn’t they?

He can endure even this? Lu Feiran thought. It’s fake, alright. Lance doesn’t love him at all. A normal person wouldn’t tolerate this.

“If I said I wasn’t—” wasn’t kidding.

“I already said it!” Lance sharply interrupted Lu Feiran, his smile instantly vanishing. “I will get angry.”

Lu Feiran trembled with fright. This was the first time Lance had ever raised his voice at him—he had even shouted at him.

Because he had helped Lu Feiran bathe, Lance was completely soaked. He was on the verge of collapse because of Lu Feiran’s words. His eyes were bloodshot, the veins in his temples pulsed non-stop, and his face was pale. He looked like a drowned ghoul.

With that terrifying expression, he helped Lu Feiran put on his pajamas.

Lu Feiran was disappointed by Lance’s reaction, but this was what he wanted to see: Lance provoked into losing control and exposing his true nature.

Sad, so sad.

He supported his casted left arm himself, lowered his head, cautiously circled Lance, secretly wiped the corner of his eye, and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, he was lifted involuntarily and let out a startled cry.

Lance had already taken off his shirt and dried the water from his body. He lifted Lu Feiran by the waist, very carefully avoiding his left arm.

“Wh-what are you… doing?” Lu Feiran was almost scared to faint.

Lance smiled very warmly. If Lu Feiran hadn’t just seen his change of expression, he would certainly have been beguiled by this charming smile.

Lu Feiran watched Lance anxiously, completely unable to predict his actions.

How many times had Lance changed his expression? He couldn’t even count. He was laughing and angry, gloomy and bright, yet he was deeply unsettling.

“It’s getting late, let’s sleep, Ranran. You must be too tired.”

Lance found an excuse for Lu Feiran and a way out for himself. They needed to both take a step back; otherwise, he would definitely lose control.

Lu Feiran was tucked into the warm bed. He watched Lance carefully tuck the blanket around him, felt his head gently rubbed, and then Lance suddenly leaned closer.

Lu Feiran squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his right hand into a fist. A light kiss, like a falling petal, landed on his trembling eyelids.

Lance: “If you want to wash your hair, I will help you. Don’t try to do it yourself again. Sleep. I’m going to take a shower.”

Lance left the bedroom, but Lu Feiran felt like a cold stick blown by a Siberian wind, daring not to move.

He didn’t dare open his eyes or sleep. A nerve in his mind was taut, unable to relax. He silently covered his eyes, praying that everyone and everything would be back to normal when he woke up.

After a while, the mattress behind him slightly dipped. Lance had gotten into bed.

Lance snuggled close, his feverish chest pressed against Lu Feiran’s cold-sweated back. His left hand reached under Lu Feiran’s left arm and grabbed Lu Feiran’s right hand, completely enveloping Lu Feiran in a secure embrace.

They were like two stones naturally fitted together, forever inseparable.

His shoulder was kissed again, fleetingly, like a dragonfly touching the water. If Lu Feiran wasn’t highly concentrated, he wouldn’t have noticed.

“Sleep, Baby,” Lance said softly.

…

When he woke up, the feeling of being confined at his waist was gone. Lu Feiran sighed in relief.

In this situation, he truly couldn’t continue staying with Lance. It would be better to stay at Zhou Zihua’s place for a while.

Lu Feiran was determined to leave. He suddenly remembered the terrifying look on Lance’s face when he previously suggested staying at a hotel for a few days.

It turned out that the signs were there from that moment, but he hadn’t noticed.

Lu Feiran quietly walked into the cloakroom and picked out a few outfits, but with his left arm in a cast, these clothes wouldn’t fit. He looked further inside and found a few newly bought, loose-fitting sweaters that he could wear.

However, they were all bought for him by Lance.

Lu Feiran’s enthusiasm faded. He didn’t want to have too many ties with Lance. But could he really break it off so easily and immediately?

Lance had found him in the desolate wilderness. He was injured and staying here, relying on Lance for daily life, even bathing. He was the one who had confessed his love and kept Lance by his side.

But he had to break it off. Hesitation and softness would only lead to him getting hurt again and again.

Lu Feiran took off his pajamas. The cuff of his left sleeve was small, and taking it off over the cast wasn’t easy. He couldn’t shake his left arm, so he had to pick at the sleeve little by little, but it got stuck nonetheless.

Sighing helplessly, he planned to rest a moment before trying again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a sharp pair of scissors appear by his side.

Lu Feiran took a step back.

Lance came over with the scissors, gently lifted Lu Feiran’s left arm, held it steady, and cut the soft fabric into pieces, which fell to the floor.

Lu Feiran shivered, feeling a bit cold. He quickly turned his face away, refusing to look at the sharp blades of the scissors or Lance’s expression.

A thick, soft cashmere sweater was slipped on. The clothes carried a familiar scent—Lance’s scent, the scent of this home.

Lance fetched a jacket and personally helped Lu Feiran put it on. The jacket was new, much larger in size, just big enough to fit over his casted left arm.

“The clothes are too small. If you can’t take them off, just cut them. Don’t struggle with them,” Lance said.

Lu Feiran didn’t move, letting Lance dress him, thinking, “If only I could cut you away this easily.”

Lance: “Going out? Where to?”

Lu Feiran’s dry lips mumbled. He looked down at Lance, who was fastening his belt, and decided to employ the “scissors.”

He said directly: “I’m going to stay at Zhou Zihua’s house.”

Lance acted as if he hadn’t heard. His hands didn’t even pause. He finished fastening the belt, then gripped Lu Feiran’s slender waist. He lingered, stroking it for a moment, and then released his hands before Lu Feiran could frown.

“It’s normal for a friend to be worried after an accident like yours. You should let him visit.” Lance immediately twisted Lu Feiran’s intention. “Shall I bring Zhou Zihua here to spend time with you?”

Lu Feiran’s gaze lifted with Lance’s slowly rising body. He couldn’t detect any hint of concealed anger or pretense on his face.

Lu Feiran almost doubted himself. What had he just said? Didn’t he say he was leaving?

“I said, I want to leave here.”

He spoke every word clearly and decisively, as if afraid Lance couldn’t hear. He leaned down and repeated close to Lance’s ear: “I want to leave here.”

His voice was clear and pleasant, yet it spoke piercing words, like a devil’s whisper.

But Lance’s expression still hadn’t changed. The person who lost control in the bathroom last night seemed like someone else entirely.

Lance was calm and composed. The curve of his mouth didn’t change as he unhurriedly smoothed Lu Feiran’s hair.

“Since you’re going out, let me comb your hair. I’ll take you there in a bit and pick you up tonight, okay?”

The hair, freshly washed last night, was clean and dry. Lance skillfully managed it in his fingers, perfectly hiding the wound. Apart from the bandage wrapped around it, there was nothing unusual. Under Lance’s grooming, Lu Feiran regained his polished appearance. If a passerby saw his face, they would only assume the head bandage was part of the look.

But the more Lance behaved this way, the more startled Lu Feiran became.

He was truly too good at acting, too good at enduring. He hadn’t noticed it at all.

No matter how difficult or provocative his words were, Lance could endure them and deliberately misinterpret his intentions to achieve his goal.

It was terrifying!

“…Fine, you can pick me up tonight.” Lu Feiran stopped arguing with Lance. This was not something to rush.

“Good. Let’s eat first.” Lance rubbed Lu Feiran’s earlobe and kissed his forehead lightly.

They looked like a couple in the throes of a passionate romance.

But if they were a normal couple, facing a lover who suddenly changed their attitude in an instant, what Lance should be doing is having a good talk with Lu Feiran, figuring out the problem, and resolving the conflict.

But they weren’t, and Lance didn’t have the mindset of a normal partner. He didn’t know what to do.

All he knew was that Lu Feiran was angry with him, but it happened too abruptly, and even he couldn’t figure out the source of the problem. Then, Lu Feiran said he hadn’t forgotten his ex-husband and wanted to leave him…

Their perfect relationship suddenly broke down. Lance was caught off guard. It felt like his soul was being burned by fire; descending into hell could be no worse.

But it didn’t matter. Lu Feiran promised him he would return tonight.

He didn’t want to take last night’s conversation too seriously. Lu Feiran had just been in a car accident, and his head wasn’t clear.

He forgave Lu Feiran.

He could restore everything back to normal.

Lance drove Lu Feiran to Zhou Zihua’s place. Before getting out of the car, he personally wrapped a wine-red scarf around Lu Feiran’s neck: “If you go out, remember to wear the scarf. It’s cold outside.”

Then, he took out the watch to put it on Lu Feiran’s right hand.

That watch…

Lu Feiran looked at the watch with the compass. Thanks to it, he hadn’t gotten lost in the mountains. But it had a tracker that would report his location to its owner at all times.

“He is monitoring me,” Lu Feiran thought. “No matter where I go, he can find me.”

Before recovering his memory, Lu Feiran was sincerely grateful for the watch. After recovering his memory, he avoided it like a plague.

The bitterness in his heart intensified. Lu Feiran chose to let Lance put the watch on him, not exposing the lie.

Lu Feiran opened the car door: “I’m leaving.”

“Mm.” Lance’s eyes curved into two smiling arcs as he watched Lu Feiran’s bulky figure, encased in the large jacket, disappear into the elevator lobby.

The smile instantly vanished, replaced by a frozen mask. Lance got out of the car and walked directly towards a pillar far away in the parking lot.

The person behind the pillar turned and ran. Lance immediately lifted his leg and kicked hard. His handmade leather shoe pressed onto the person’s tailbone, applying subtle pressure. If the person under his foot moved, he would not hesitate to crush the bone.

“Who are you following?”

The person’s eyes darted around. He pretended to beg for mercy, preparing to catch Lance off guard by striking at his eyes.

Lance avoided it as if he had foreseen it. He clenched his fingers, grabbed the person’s hair, and slammed his head into the ground.

Lance stood up, his cold face heavy with malice. He was already extremely irritated by Lu Feiran’s change, and the chaotic anger finally found an outlet for release.

He dialed a number, his right hand resting on his waist. The white suit draped over him in sculpted folds, like a dashing model who could instantly grace the cover of a fashion magazine.

The call connected. Lance gave the address and then said: “There’s one of Zhai Qiance’s people here. Come and take him away. Also, what’s the progress on the investigation?”

A voice came through the phone: “The fuel tank of the accident vehicle was tampered with, making a fuel leak highly probable. Additionally, we found the wreckage of an unknown part, likely a device used to create a spark. Zhai Qiance’s people tried to switch out this evidence, but I intercepted them.”

Lance pinched the bridge of his nose, opening his bloodshot eyes. Red encircled his emerald pupils, making him look sinister and terrifying.

Zhai Qiance intended to kill Lu Feiran.