Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 39

Chapter 39: No More Pretense: What does this mean? House arrest? Lance is truly crazy…

The slender, soft hand gradually stiffened in Lance’s grip, exactly as it had during bath time last night.

An inexplicable sourness spread throughout his body. Lance moved his neck and looked grimly at the downward-gazing Lu Feiran.

Since last night, Lu Feiran’s clear, bright eyes had consistently been hidden in the shadows. He was resisting eye contact with him.

Realizing this, Lance smiled instead.

The ridiculous conversation resurfaced: “Wait until I forget Zhai Qiance.”

Lance could be certain that Lu Feiran definitely did not love Zhai Qiance. Even though that statement was enough to send him into a rage, he could pretend not to hear it, dismissing it as a joke.

But Lu Feiran was hiding something from him, more than one thing. What was it?

He had no immediate clue, and Lu Feiran was standing right in front of him, perfectly fine. Lance didn’t want to get distracted by abstract thought.

He cupped Lu Feiran’s chin, making him look up. When Lance saw his own blurred reflection in the bright, dark eyes, his mood instantly improved.

“Won’t you tell me?” Lance said. “Behaving like this makes me worry.”

Lu Feiran’s breathing quickened slightly.

Given Lance’s behavior yesterday, Lu Feiran had no doubt that Lance would be checking his location tracker all day, and his trip to A University to find Noen absolutely could not be exposed.

It was his fault, too. His behavior yesterday was too unnatural, raising Lance’s suspicions.

Lu Feiran sighed faintly: “I’m not hiking right now. I don’t want to keep wearing the watch; it’s uncomfortable. I took it off and forgot to put it back on.”

“Go get it, Ranran.” Lance seemed to believe Lu Feiran, and his expression softened slightly.

“I won’t get it. I won’t wear it even if I get it. If you want it, go yourself.” Lu Feiran ignored Lance’s reaction, threw the words over his shoulder, and walked toward the car.

Lance had no choice but to drop the topic and followed him.

In the car, Lu Feiran took off his scarf, but instead of putting it on his lap or the back seat, he casually tossed it into Lance’s arms, showing his temper.

He turned his head to the right, but his peripheral vision constantly monitored Lance. He wanted to know what Lance’s true personality was like. It couldn’t really be as mild-mannered as he had shown before, as if he would never truly get angry, right?

Of course, Lance didn’t say anything. It was Lu Feiran who had his sense of security passively zeroed out.

Before adulthood, while Lu Feiran was kind in his dealings with people, his temper was genuinely not good. If someone intentionally provoked him, he would definitely retaliate.

But this rough edge was successively smoothed away by Lu Liye and Zhai Qiance, making him appear reserved and introverted. Outsiders who didn’t know him might even think he was weak.

Lu Feiran himself thought so, too.

But now, he decided to act on his impulses. Previously, he had cared too much about Lance, taking him too seriously.

The more perfect Lance was, the more Lu Feiran seemed full of flaws by comparison. Lu Feiran was initially resistant, but he was unconsciously attracted, letting himself fall, approaching the sun like a moth to a flame.

But now, someone told him this sun was an artificial light.

Heh heh. Why was everyone worried that Lance would go crazy? He was the one about to go crazy! Who exactly was the victim here!

Lu Feiran took off his shoes, reclined the seat, curled up, and covered his head to catch up on sleep. He was so tired.

When they arrived at the apartment, Lu Feiran slowly woke up. His hair was messy from sleeping. Long strands fell loose, tickling his cheek.

He was momentarily dazed, thinking that this hairstyle was also grown for Lance. And Lance had cut his hair short after their second meeting, saying he was starting a new life.

At the time, he thought Lance was happy about his new life with Zhai Qiance and grieved over it for a long time.

Such a waste of emotion.

Lu Feiran said coldly: “My hair is messed up.”

Before the words fully landed, Lance’s hand reached over and skillfully gathered Lu Feiran’s hair together.

Lu Feiran hadn’t grown his hair out for long. Only the top part could be tied into a small bun. The hair on the back of his neck still lay softly against his skin.

It was in an awkward phase and difficult to manage.

Lu Feiran twisted his neck, stretching his stiff muscles. The unruly strands immediately slipped from Lance’s hand.

Lance started over. Just when he managed to gather all the hair into his hand again, Lu Feiran stretched, scattering all the hair once more.

After repeating this several times, Lance’s hand dropped.

Lu Feiran’s body stiffened. Just as he was about to mentally mock Lance for having such limited patience, a large, powerful hand grabbed his chin from behind.

Those distinctively jointed fingers clamped down on Lu Feiran like steel, leaving him unable to move. The familiar scent approached his cheek, and his heartbeat began to accelerate. He wanted to escape the source that made him lose control, but he was powerless.

Lu Feiran’s chin was pinched, forcing his head to turn. His fair cheek looked pitiful between Lance’s fingers, flushed pink like a ripe peach.

His lips were captured, bitten into by Lance like jelly. The corners of his mouth and the root of his tongue throbbed faintly.

The frantic heartbeat stemmed not only from passion but also from panic.

During previous kisses, Lance had never bitten him like this. The air in his mouth was practically being stolen away, leaving Lu Feiran no room to breathe.

He struggled to open his tightly closed eyes, only to abruptly meet a pair of emerald green eyes. His chest convulsed.

Lance… had been watching him with his eyes open, observing him…

He tried to struggle, only to realize his entire body was cradled in Lance’s arms. His movements were awkward, and he couldn’t exert any strength. His hair was completely ruffled. The ends pricked his cheeks and neck, causing waves of itchiness.

Lu Feiran vaguely sensed that something was quietly changing. Their loss of control last night was a starting point. Once the mask of pretense cracked, it would never seamlessly heal again.

Lance seemed to be tired of pretending.

This was clearly the result Lu Feiran wanted, yet he found himself not very excited about it.

Before Lu Feiran ran out of oxygen, Lance finally released him, letting go of his chin so he could gasp for air.

His entire tongue ached. It must be swollen. He couldn’t speak and didn’t have the energy to cause trouble anymore.

Lance smiled contentedly. This time, he gently kissed Lu Feiran’s temple: “Don’t throw a tantrum anymore. Tie up your hair and we can play when we get back, okay?”

You’re insane!

Lu Feiran cursed Lance ten thousand times in his mind, but the lack of oxygen made even his hands tremble. He didn’t have the strength to rush out the door.

After finally managing to tie his hair back up, Lu Feiran stiffened his neck and said curtly: “I can’t walk. Carry me.”

Lance knelt outside the passenger door, put Lu Feiran’s shoes on, and looked up while holding his ankle: “After we go up, tell me where you went today.”

Lu Feiran’s heart skipped a beat: “Just hung out with Xiao Hua for a while.”

Lance smiled softly, but the words he spoke chilled Lu Feiran to the bone: “You know, the watch allows me to see your location at any time. I don’t want to wait until danger has already occurred to find out where you are; that would be too late. Ranran, put my mind at ease. If you don’t want to wear the watch, then stay home. Wait until your injuries are healed before you go out. I will stay with you.”

What does this mean? House arrest? Is Lance truly crazy?

Lu Feiran’s throat tightened. His thick eyelashes fluttered up and down. He didn’t know how to respond.

He stuttered: “I only broke my arm. Why won’t you let me go out…”

Lance turned his back, allowing Lu Feiran to lie on it, and then said: “Does Ranran think this was just an accident? Then I ask you, if you were so seriously injured, why hasn’t your husband come to see you?”

Looking at Lance’s broad, mountain-like back, Lu Feiran couldn’t utter a single word.

Since Lance said this, the accident was absolutely not an accident. Lance had found evidence.

He had misunderstood Lance. Lance didn’t want to restrict his movements or monitor him. He was just… genuinely worried, not wanting him to be harmed again?

Lu Feiran obediently lay on Lance’s back.

He was carried back and carefully placed on the sofa.

Lance continued to ask: “So, when are you getting divorced?”

His gaze fixed on Lu Feiran, making him feel completely uneasy, as if he couldn’t hide anything at all.

Lu Feiran countered: “What have you found out?”

Lance looked at Lu Feiran for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed, the laughter surging from his chest. Lu Feiran couldn’t understand why.

What is he laughing at?

Lu Feiran’s nervousness was fully absorbed by Lance. The rigid change of topic felt like countless needles stabbing Lance’s heart.

“I found out that the car you were in was tampered with, but the leads have gone cold. It will take some time to find the real culprit,” Lance returned to a calm expression. “Generally, in these types of premeditated cases, the closest person to you is often the culprit. Ranran, where is your husband? I guarded you for a week. He never showed up.”

Lu Feiran quickly regained his composure, stood up, walked toward Lance, smiled brightly, looped his arm around Lance’s neck, and quickly kissed the corner of his mouth: “Aren’t you the closest person to me?”

Lance slightly curved his lips, standing tall and unmoving. He didn’t even lower his head, just looked down coldly: “The closest person is me, but the person you love most is your husband?”

“The person I love most is you, of course, Noen.”

Lu Feiran deliberately called the name “Noen” once again. Watching Lance turn his cold gaze away, Lu Feiran knew this move worked.

Lance intensely disliked him calling him “Noen,” yet he couldn’t stop it, let alone clarify the situation.

As soon as Lance brought up the divorce, Lu Feiran would call him “Noen”!

The fire of anger in Lance’s heart burned hotter and hotter. Facing Lu Feiran again, he was afraid he would lose control and force an answer out of him.

But he didn’t want to treat Lu Feiran that way.

No one who saw his true side ever failed to distance themselves from him.

He usually felt indifferent about it, but he absolutely refused to see an expression similar to theirs on Lu Feiran’s face.

Shock, confusion, rejection, detachment.

He hadn’t done anything wrong.

Lance went into the study and didn’t come out for a while. Lu Feiran finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his phone, planning to remind the real Noen again to help him keep the secret, even if only for half a month!

A text message from Jin Zhan popped up on his phone.

Jin Zhan: [Feiran, communication with the professor about grad school went well. I’ve been preparing during this time, thank you for your encouragement. Zhai Qiance came to see me. I unintentionally learned that Lu Xingli is not Zhai Qiance’s husband—you are.]

[Feiran, do you hate me? I’m sorry. I got my comeuppance. It turns out I’ve been using my proud imitation skills to forge paintings for Zhai Qiance. I won’t be going to school. I’ve disappointed you. I’m truly sorry.]

Sadness and despair were conveyed through the few lines of text. Jin Zhan’s bright future was abruptly cut short.

Lu Feiran’s eyes suddenly welled up. He understood that feeling of despair. One moment in heaven, the next in hell.

He immediately called back, but Jin Zhan’s phone was off.

He wiped his tears, knocked on the study door, and said through sobs: “Take me to find Jin Zhan. Please, hurry.”

The light from the computer fell on Lance’s face, making his complexion look exceptionally pale.

Lu Feiran… was actually crying because of Jin Zhan.