Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Reckless Abandon: “Ranran, tell him, who am I?”

A certain unfaithful person posted on their social media, set it to be visible only to Lance, and then inquired about the situation from Zhai Mingchen.

Upon learning that Tuowei was currently under investigation by the Securities Inspection Team stationed at their company, the news quickly spread. Even without a final conclusion, banks began calling in loans, and sharp shareholders started dumping stocks. Zhai Qiance was overwhelmed, and Tuowei was in peril.

Meanwhile, Lu Feiran’s investigation could proceed unimpeded, and the process of preparing defense materials for Jin Zhan was also smooth. Everything would be ready soon.

However, no matter what, it would be difficult for Jin Zhan to be completely exonerated. He had waded into muddy waters and gotten his shoes wet long ago.

Lu Feiran was mentally prepared but hadn’t told Jin Zhan.

After hanging up with Zhai Mingchen, Lu Feiran felt a headache. There had been too many worries recently, making it impossible to relax even for a moment.

A sudden urge to escape arose. He wanted to leave everything behind and stop dealing with it.

But he couldn’t. He still had too many things left undone.

Lu Feiran called Zhou Zihua again, inviting him out. Zhou Zihua said: “I have plans today. How about you come along? Everyone you know will be there, including my cousin. Who are you bringing?”

Lu Feiran: “Just Jin Zhan. Can you come pick us up?”

“Jin Zhan is staying at your place?” Zhou Zihua hesitated. “Does that person know?”

He no longer referred to Lance as “boyfriend” but as “that person.”

Lu Feiran said nonchalantly: “He doesn’t know. What’s the problem? It’s my home. I’ll let whoever I want stay here.”

He spoke with righteous confidence, his voice loud and clear.

Zhou Zihua silently conceded. Who couldn’t tell that Lu Feiran was intentionally provoking Lance? The more something would anger Lance, the more Lu Feiran seemed to enjoy doing it.

Going clubbing with a cast, letting another man live in Luyuan. Oh, maybe Lu Feiran was even deliberately calling Lance “Noen” at home right now!

Sh*t, Zhou Zihua felt like he had guessed something correctly.

Lance was a true master of patience, too. Zhou Zihua admired him inwardly.

“Fine, I’ve already left. I’ll be there soon. Hurry up and get ready,” Zhou Zihua agreed decisively.

After hanging up, Lu Feiran rotated the watch on his wrist, tightening it slightly. He stood in front of the full-length mirror, his forehead almost touching the glass, scrutinizing his face.

Hmm… Why do I look a bit serious, and my eyes a little fierce? No wonder Jin Zhan is so cautious when talking to me.

He lowered his head, massaged his facial muscles to relax, and flashed a brilliant smile at the mirror.

Paired with a fluffy down jacket and jeans, he looked just like a male university student.

He was only twenty-five, yet he was already married and divorced once…

Lu Feiran sighed, practicing his smile in the mirror for a while longer. A moment later, Zhou Zihua sent a text message telling Lu Feiran he was almost there.

Jin Zhan was surprised when Lu Feiran asked him to go out. He pointed at himself, his face incredulous.

He never thought Lu Feiran would be willing to bring him into his friend circle. The successive special treatment made Jin Zhan feel like he was dreaming.

Zhou Zihua’s car stopped as it passed Luyuan. Jin Zhan sat in the back row. The quiet young man greeted Zhou Zihua politely. Upon learning they were going to a bar, he asked about Lu Feiran’s hand, worried he might be overexerting himself by going out.

Lu Feiran: “It’s fine. Small movements are okay. I mainly want to pass the time and just watch you guys have fun.”

It had been a long time since he’d gone out with a group of friends. Lu Feiran was slightly excited. He bobbed his head constantly to the car music. His unruly hair kept poking his neck. Jin Zhan immediately reacted, sitting upright and leaning close to Lu Feiran’s ear in the front seat: “Feiran, do you have a hair tie? I can tie your hair up.”

Lu Feiran turned his head. A smile appeared in his clear, cool eyes. He pulled a hair tie from his pocket and handed it to Jin Zhan, asking, “You know how?”

He reclined the seat slightly. Jin Zhan sat up straight and leaned forward, gently gathering Lu Feiran’s cool hair: “Yes, I often brush my mother’s hair.”

Lu Feiran relaxed and leaned back, letting Jin Zhan do whatever. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t done well.

Zhou Zihua took in the whole scene, sighing inwardly. So, this one is another master.

Lu Feiran was a master too, turning his ex-husband’s lover into his own kept lover.

One is higher than the other. Impressive.

They went to a place that wasn’t a mixed-crowd business nightclub like “Aurora,” nor was it a unique, atmospheric bar like the one Frank worked at. They went to an ordinary bar frequented by many young people.

The deafening electric drumbeats made Lu Feiran feel slightly uncomfortable. It had been so long since he’d been here that he actually found it a bit noisy.

Zhou Zihua led them toward the booth. His cousin, Jiang Li, and several familiar friends whose names he couldn’t recall were sitting there. They had already opened a few bottles of wine and were loudly demanding that the latecomers be penalized with drinks.

Someone found Lu Feiran familiar and stared at him for a long time, then slapped his thigh in realization: “Lu Feiran! It’s you! Long time no see. Where have you been?”

Lu Feiran paused, looking at Zhou Zihua. Zhou Zihua quickly introduced him: “This is Qi Yang, he was in our class in high school.”

It was a little awkward. Lu Feiran didn’t remember this person at all. After Zhou Zihua recounted some high school anecdotes, Lu Feiran vaguely recalled him.

Qi Yang was excited to reconnect with Lu Feiran. Even in the dim environment, the light in his eyes was evident.

He looked at Lu Feiran’s arm: “What happened here?”

“I had a minor accident some time ago. Got hurt,” Lu Feiran brushed it off lightly.

“Then you should drink sparkling water!” Qi Yang enthusiastically ordered a plum sparkling water and got up, walking toward Lu Feiran to sit between him and Jin Zhan.

He rubbed his hands together, brought up his WeChat QR code, and held it right in front of Lu Feiran: “Add me on WeChat, old classmate.”

Lu Feiran smiled with the practiced, bright, and dazzling smile. While Qi Yang was stunned, Lu Feiran circled around to sit on the other side of Jin Zhan, putting an arm around Jin Zhan’s shoulder, and said: “This is my friend. Old classmate, don’t leave him out.”

With that, he handed the plum sparkling water to Jin Zhan and drank the cocktail Zhou Zihua had ordered for him.

The intention to decline was clear. Qi Yang shrugged sheepishly, cleverly greeting Jin Zhan and acting as if the minor incident hadn’t happened.

Sitting in the middle of the group, Lu Feiran chatted and laughed with his friends. Time passed without him noticing.

His phone in his pocket began to vibrate against his thigh at an inappropriate moment. Lu Feiran froze, his heart suddenly fluttering. He sat up and carefully scrutinized every corner of his surroundings.

Excited young people were dancing wildly in the pit. The booth area was also raucous. Every group was merrily playing their own games.

It was as if Lu Feiran alone had been thrown into a vacuum. The surroundings quieted, and Lu Feiran could only hear the vibration of his phone.

He took out his phone. He was somewhat surprised to see only a few messages, not even a missed call.

【Where are you?】

【When are you coming back?】

The messages had been sent a while ago, and Lu Feiran hadn’t noticed. The last message was sent a minute ago.

【Come home now. Don’t make me come find you.】

It seemed he was genuinely keeping his promise not to monitor his location.

Lu Feiran glanced at the watch on his right wrist, feeling moderately satisfied.

But what did this text message mean? What if he came looking? Was he afraid of him?

Lu Feiran tucked the phone back into his coat pocket, deciding to ignore it. He grabbed Jin Zhan and headed into the dance floor. Zhou Zihua followed suit.

“Stand behind us both, so no one bumps you,” Zhou Zihua said.

Zhou Zihua and Jin Zhan stood on either side of him, ready to act as his bodyguards, which made Lu Feiran laugh.

The cumbersome down jacket was taken off and placed on the couch in the booth area. The phone hidden in its pocket vibrated occasionally, displaying the latest messages. After a prolonged lack of reply, the phone fell silent, with no new messages popping up.

Zhou Zihua had an outgoing personality and could quickly mingle with anyone. He led them toward the center of the dance floor, and the three of them were quickly separated by the crowd.

Many curious glances studied his arm. Lu Feiran didn’t want to follow them and just swayed casually on the edge of the crowd.

Someone was standing very close beside him. Lu Feiran instinctively pulled away, cautiously looking up. Thankfully, it was Qi Yang.

Qi Yang: “I wanted to ask you earlier. Why are you out playing when you’re injured? Are you in a bad mood? Want to go play something fun with me?”

Lu Feiran felt like not answering. He knew very well that people who came here liked to flirt, heating the air to a pink hue.

But he deliberately put on a look of ecstatic intoxication, raising his right hand to rest on Qi Yang’s upper arm, and loudly said: “Staying at home all the time is boring. My boyfriend is too controlling. Want to have a couple of drinks?”

The magenta lights shone on Lu Feiran’s face, radiant with a brilliant smile. Qi Yang thought he understood the hint and thrust a red liquor, a tequila-based cocktail, into Lu Feiran’s hand.

Lu Feiran took it, removed the mint leaves, and tilted his slender neck back to down it in one gulp.

He was bumped by a dancing person nearby, spilling half the cocktail. It streamed down his lean chin, rolled over his fair neck, leaving a wet trail, even staining the collar of his shirt pink.

The indoor temperature seemed to be set too high. Qi Yang’s gaze followed the dripping alcohol. He flushed and said, “Your clothes are dirty.”

He raised his hand, intending to touch Lu Feiran’s collar.

Lu Feiran merely watched him quietly, mentally counting down.

Suddenly, a massive force gripped his wrist. Lu Feiran was yanked backward, falling into an embrace before hitting the ground. It was very familiar and warm, but the man was rigid with overwhelming rage, making the embrace feel somewhat hard.

Lu Feiran was suddenly hoisted into the air. Qi Yang’s astonished face quickly shrunk in his vision. Some people around looked over but didn’t pay much attention.

In this kind of place, being caught cheating and forcibly dragged away was all too common.

“Hey, wait!”

Jin Zhan followed the crowd’s gaze and saw Lu Feiran being carried directly over someone’s shoulder. He felt cold and numb from head to toe. He frantically stretched out both hands, pushing through the crowd, squeezing out as fast as he could.

“Wait, who are you? Where are you taking Lu Feiran! Let him go!”

Jin Zhan’s voice was terribly shaky. He chased desperately, meeting Lu Feiran’s eyes, only to find no panic or fear there. He was stunned.

Lu Feiran waved his hand at Jin Zhan, a gesture telling him to go back.

Jin Zhan was confused but didn’t dare leave completely, still following slowly.

Near the exit, the crowd thinned significantly, and the multicolored lights no longer bothered their vision.

Hearing Jin Zhan’s continuous shouts, Lance turned back. He was expressionless, his eyes terrifyingly cold, his emerald green eyes like a bottomless, frigid pool.

He was much taller than Jin Zhan. Just a quick glance made Jin Zhan feel like he was being stared at by a venomous snake coiled in a towering tree, making his back sweat.

But Jin Zhan didn’t regret following.

He had seen this person before, following Lu Feiran deceptively. Now, he was finally showing his true colors!

Jin Zhan: “What is your motive for approaching Feiran! Are you Zhai Qiance’s… that, that thing!”

The bold guess tore through the last veil of pretense. Lu Feiran, draped over Lance’s shoulder, closed his eyes, his nostrils twitching twice.

Lance’s sharp gaze calmly swept over Jin Zhan’s face. He whispered in a gentle tone to Lu Feiran: “Ranran, tell him, who am I?”

Lu Feiran remained silent.

A ball of rage, suppressed to the extreme, had nowhere to be vented. Lance tightened his hold on Lu Feiran’s thighs and forcefully swatted the area near his upper thigh, though most of the blow landed on his buttock.

Lu Feiran’s eyes flew open. Lance actually hit his butt!