Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Make Me Lose Control: “Come on, Noen, make me lose control.”…

The end of the fountain pen tapped the solid wood desktop twice. Lance suppressed the annoyance in his heart once more, but the ceaseless, creeping jealousy was difficult to dismiss.

Lance looked at Lu Feiran for a long time, wishing he could swallow him whole.

Let him keep thinking about other people’s affairs, keep thinking about other people!

Lance leaned back in his chair, slightly tilting his head to meet Lu Feiran’s gaze, and asked indifferently: “What did he tell you? Let me see.”

Lu Feiran hesitated for a moment, gripping his phone: “Something happened to him. I’m a little worried.”

Lance glanced at Lu Feiran’s phone, then pressed his fingers to his temple: “Where are you going to look for him? The gallery or his home? Do you know where he lives?”

Lu Feiran paused. He truly didn’t know where Jin Zhan was.

Jin Zhan didn’t have many friends, but Jin Zhan needed his help.

He worried that Jin Zhan might… commit suicide.

Lu Feiran’s eyes dimmed. He prayed that he was overthinking it. Not everyone was as fragile as he once was, when the thought of ending his life had suddenly occurred to him when the whole world turned against him.

He held the complete evidence of Zhai Qiance using the gallery to forge paintings for bribery, but he hadn’t made it public. This was because Jin Zhan played a central role—the fake painting manufacturer and the gallery operator.

Based on the evidence currently available, Zhai Qiance could easily clear his name, while Jin Zhan would be undeniably guilty.

He needed more evidence to prove that Zhai Qiance was the mastermind. He had to save Jin Zhan.

At this moment, Lu Feiran desperately wished Zhai Qiance would die immediately. He had done every wicked thing, played with emotions, and pulled innocent people forward to take the fall. Why should he get away with it?

“Ranran, sleep for a bit. I’ll take you to find him early tomorrow morning.” Lance walked around the desk to Lu Feiran’s side, raising his hand to rest it on his shoulder, which was trembling slightly with anger and sadness.

Lu Feiran was quickly soothed into calmness. He rested his forehead against Lance’s shoulder, feeling an inexplicable sense of security. Biting his thumbnail, he thought: I need to create some trouble for Zhai Qiance.

His right hand was gripped, his thumb forcibly removed from his lips.

The man, who was a combination of nobility and indifference, was holding him. After calming down, Lu Feiran felt even colder inside. He had originally thought Lance was kind and warm-hearted, which was why he kept helping and caring for him.

But clearly, Lance was unconcerned about matters that didn’t involve him, nor did he care what happened to Jin Zhan.

Although they truly didn’t know each other…

After learning Lance’s real name, Lu Feiran’s angelic filter for Lance was gone. Looking him in the eye, he saw an ordinary man.

“Lance is naturally incapable of empathy, like a cold-blooded animal,” Zhou Zihua had said. “That’s the gossip I heard. You know, I often attend various events with my dad. Those socialite sons and daughters, they love discussing these things.”

Lu Feiran asked: “Do they really know Lance?”

Zhou Zihua stretched: “They don’t, actually. Not just Lance, Noen is also very distinct. He never socializes with other rich family scions and rarely attends banquets. So, people aren’t really familiar with them, and they don’t even know exactly what they look like.”

Lu Feiran frowned: “Yet they speak this way.”

“It’s not entirely baseless. That slightly foolish youngest son of the Liu family, you know him? I heard he fell into the swimming pool during Noen’s hundred-day banquet. No one was around, only Lance walked by. But Lance just crouched by the pool, watching him struggle until he ran out of strength and drowned, without a change in expression, and didn’t call anyone to save him. He just watched his suffering with interest.”

Lu Feiran quickly pointed out the flaw: “Since no one else was there, and the Liu family’s youngest son is mentally impaired, who witnessed the scene? Are you sure this story wasn’t deliberately spread by the Liu family to save face?”

Zhou Zihua’s eyes lit up: “That makes a lot of sense, Ranran! But that’s what everyone says. Later, Lance was sent abroad for treatment, which seemed to confirm the rumor.”

Lance’s coldness and his own agitation formed a stark contrast. Lu Feiran couldn’t help but believe the rumor Zhou Zihua told him.

Naturally incapable of empathy, taking pleasure in observing the suffering of others.

Lu Feiran’s heart sank abruptly. The question that had been perplexing him finally had an answer. Lance was enjoying his distress and pain.

After feeding on his pain, he started craving love again.

Lu Feiran took two deep breaths, raised his hand to Lance’s full chest, and pushed him away forcefully, creating distance between them.

Seeing Jin Zhan’s text, his subconscious reaction was still to ask Lance for help, showing weakness to him.

I shouldn’t. I can’t do that.

Quickly adjusting his mood and expression, Lu Feiran turned away: “I’m going to take a shower. Don’t follow me. I can manage myself.”

Lance asked: “Are you washing your hair?”

“…No hair washing.” Lu Feiran turned and left.

He sent a message to Zhou Zihua, asking him to immediately send the watch via express delivery. Wearing the watch would remove Lance’s excuse to restrict his movements.

After his shower, as soon as he put on clean pajamas, the express delivery person rang the doorbell.

Lu Feiran took the watch, thanked the person, and slowly closed the door.

The watch was packaged in a small box by the courier, wrapped with layers of tape. Lu Feiran searched the entryway for a tool to cut the tape, thinking Lance probably never shopped online.

He pulled open the drawers one by one, trying to find a small knife in one of them, when he suddenly froze.

Lying emptily in a drawer was a small, emerald-green bird pendant. Even the tag was brand new, never used.

It had been mercilessly locked away in this dark drawer as soon as it arrived and had been forgotten ever since.

The fluffy green cluster was clenched in Lu Feiran’s palm. The cute parrot’s face was squeezed into a distorted shape, almost about to be crushed.

Liar, liar, liar!

Lance didn’t even want the gift he gave him?

Lu Feiran was so enraged by the tiny pendant that he felt his whole body bristling. He wanted to smash the green parrot right into Lance’s face, point at him, and demand to know what he was doing. Was playing games with him that fun?

Agitated footsteps echoed back and forth in the huge living room. Lu Feiran circled a few times before calming down enough to sit on the sofa and cover his face.

He couldn’t be the loser anymore. He had to win, in every aspect.

Lu Feiran returned to his room, took out his laptop, meticulously organized the evidence of the gallery incident again, and then selected the most inconsequential but infinitely suggestive parts to send to Zhai Qiance’s eldest brother—Zhai Mingchen.

Now, all he had to do was wait for a response. Zhai Mingchen wouldn’t easily let go of an opportunity to destroy Zhai Qiance.

Lu Feiran brought a blanket to Lance’s study, pushed the window-side sofa next to Lance’s legs, and lay down on his side.

This angle allowed him a clear view of Lance’s computer screen, but Lance made no move to block it. He merely raised his left hand to hold Lu Feiran’s chin, then let it trace down, caressing his fair, smooth neck.

Lu Feiran realized that Lance had recently become busy; previously, he never worked in front of him.

His eyes flickered, more beautiful than a shimmering silver obsidian, revealing a hint of cunning.

He placed his hand on Lance’s thigh, stroking back and forth, feeling the hard muscle throbbing beneath his palm. Lance was never a delicate young nobleman; his arms, back, and legs held immense, surging power.

Before this, he never involved himself in DeWei Group’s work, living alone abroad.

What made him this way?

The slender hand continued to move, slowly like a snake patrolling its territory, gliding over every inch of skin, finally stopping near the crotch.

His wrist was suddenly caught. Lance looked down, his eyes deepening, even his breathing becoming ragged.

Yet, even so, he still didn’t turn off the computer.

Lu Feiran knew Lance was handling very important matters. Just as Noen had said, he had started taking over the group’s affairs.

“Stop working. It’s late.” Lu Feiran pulled his hand free from Lance’s grip, skipped the crucial spot, and pressed his hand onto Lance’s abdomen.

The resilient muscle was elastic. Lu Feiran’s fingers slipped inside nimbly. The cool fingertips touched warm skin, like a fish entering water, causing the entire pond to boil.

Suddenly, the world spun. Lu Feiran was pulled up from the sofa and embraced around the waist, now sitting face-to-face on Lance’s lap, in intimate closeness.

The hard presence underneath was impossible to ignore. Lu Feiran was held so tightly that his bones felt close to being crushed.

Lance arched his back, resting his chin on Lu Feiran’s shoulder, burying his head, and taking a deep breath.

It was as if he had been suffocating for a long time and was finally breathing fresh air at this moment.

Lance was on the verge of collapsing. He felt Lu Feiran slowly drifting away from him. He couldn’t help but want to encircle Lu Feiran in a cage, preventing him from taking a single step outside.

He was enduring. His usually agile mind was dulled by the painful restraint, and his emotions were becoming increasingly volatile, yet he couldn’t show a hint of it to Lu Feiran.

The suppressed emotion turned into a scorching fire, like an impending volcanic eruption.

He was desperately trying to control himself. If Lu Feiran continued to push him away, he truly would go insane.

“What is Ranran implying?”

A large hand lifted the hem of his garment, moving up his slender waist. The touch of slightly cold skin made Lu Feiran tremble.

He faced his physical sensations, neither hiding nor avoiding, feeling the slight roughness of Lance’s palm gliding across his back.

He blew a breath into Lance’s ear, his seductive voice entering the eardrum: “I need to go out tomorrow. I asked Zhou Zihua to send the watch over. I’ll wear it. Will you let me go out alone, please?”

Lance’s hand stopped, resting on the most vulnerable part of Lu Feiran’s neck.

He thought he had made his meaning perfectly clear. He didn’t want Lu Feiran to go out. It was too dangerous outside. Zhai Qiance’s people were constantly watching. Who knew when they would strike again?

Of course, he also had his selfish reasons. He didn’t want Lu Feiran far away from him.

Lance also understood that Lu Feiran was fully aware of everything; otherwise, Lu Feiran wouldn’t deliberately seduce him…

Could he say no? He had promised Lu Feiran more than once that he would fulfill his every request.

Lance was willing to be Lu Feiran’s most loyal servant, as long as he didn’t try to leave. Whether this seduction was purposeful or stemmed from pure emotion, he would accept it all, because it came from Lu Feiran.

The computer screen turned off. The large desk still had plenty of space.

Clothes were discarded. The cold, hard desktop pressed uncomfortably against his slender back. Lance took off his own shirt, placing it underneath Lu Feiran as a cushion.

Lu Feiran grabbed Lance’s hand, stopping him, and urgently asked: “Don’t stop talking. Say you agree.”

Lance was helpless. He leaned down and softly kissed the continually moving lips: “You should give me the right of implicit consent.”

Lu Feiran smiled sweetly, like a mischievous little animal that had successfully played a trick, deliberately saying something unreasonable: “You said you would satisfy my demands. You can’t break your promise after getting what you want, Noen.”

Lance’s body stiffened, and he fell silent again.

Lu Feiran observed Lance’s face, watched the doting smile disappear from his lips, his face tightening, his expression chilling. A feeling of successful revenge surged in Lu Feiran’s heart. He deliberately reached for Lance’s hand, placing his stiff fingers on his abdomen.

The heat had already risen. Lu Feiran was burning all over. His eyes were full of affection, yet his gaze held scrutiny as he watched Lance.

But Lance was a master of disguise. If Lu Feiran hadn’t been constantly paying attention, it would be hard to notice the subtle changes in his expression.

Lance really cared about the name.

The more he cared, the more Lu Feiran used those two syllables to provoke him.

“Come on, ‘Noen,’ make me lose control.”

They both lost control.

The hard table almost bruised Lu Feiran’s smooth back, held up only by Lance’s hand supporting him. Later, he simply sat directly in Lance’s lap.

But this position was even more fatal.

Lu Feiran’s nails nearly dug into Lance’s back muscles. He cried miserably.

The first time, Lance was as tentative as a beginner, gentle and restrained, afraid of causing Lu Feiran the slightest discomfort.

Perhaps Lu Feiran, as a teacher, taught too well, and Lance, as a student, was extremely clever. This time, Lu Feiran intensely regretted calling the name “Noen” to provoke him.

“I… I have to go out tomorrow!” Lu Feiran said hoarsely.

Lance’s intensity didn’t lessen: “If you’re tired, you can rest at home. I’ll be with you, Ranran.”

Damn it. He had to go. Jin Zhan was waiting for him.