Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: You wouldn’t lie to me, would you? Darling, you like me the most, you love…

“Why did you hit me!”

“Tell him.” The calm tone completely failed to mask the imminent, terrifying rage, which made Lu Feiran feel a little panicked.

That slap wasn’t hard; it was entirely flirtatious. After the spank, Lance’s warm palm covered Lu Feiran’s thigh through the denim. The heat transferred all the way to his face, making him wish he could burrow into the ground.

Lu Feiran was uncomfortable with public displays of affection. Looking into Jin Zhan’s clear eyes, he just wanted to quickly leave this humiliating place!

“Ahem, Jin Zhan, I’m fine. Go find Zhou Zihua and play a little longer. Ask him to drop you off later. I have to go. This is… my boyfriend, here to take me home… Hey!”

Hearing the satisfying title, Lance immediately marched off with Lu Feiran hoisted onto his shoulder, the jostling changing the tone of Lu Feiran’s last few words.

Lu Feiran was cradled by his thighs and carried over Lance’s shoulder. His center of gravity was high, his chest lining up just above Lance’s shoulder, his head tipping forward.

Feeling dangerously unsteady, he had to cling to Lance’s head, which made it look like Lance was burying his face in Lu Feiran’s embrace.

The SUV was parked on the main street outside the bar. Lance hadn’t even had time to turn off the engine or lock the doors when he hastily rushed out to retrieve his disobedient lover.

Fortunately, it was approaching midnight, and the streets were mostly empty. Otherwise, the car would have been towed for illegal parking in that area for over five minutes.

It wasn’t until he was shoved into the car that Lu Feiran finally started to protest.

“Let go, my hand hurts.”

“Why are you so rough? You weren’t like this before! Don’t I have any freedom? Can’t I hang out with my friends?”

Lance eyed him coldly, glancing at Lu Feiran’s arm in the cast with clear mockery. Yet, he said nothing, suppressing all his anger. He caught hold of Lu Feiran’s uninjured right wrist.

With his other hand, he lifted Lu Feiran’s shirt hem, grasped the belt buckle, unfastened it single-handedly, and swiftly pulled the entire belt out.

“What are you doing? Are you insane? This is the middle of the street!”

The belt was removed unexpectedly. Lu Feiran looked around in panic, appearing startled. His right hand flailed constantly, trying to scratch Lance’s arm.

But his strength was no match for Lance. Before he could resist for two rounds, Lance firmly secured his wrists with the belt.

Lu Feiran’s heart went cold. He realized Lance was truly angry, but he didn’t feel he was wrong.

He glared at Lance, then tried to kick Lance’s lower body. Before his foot could reach, it was caught by the ankle, and his shoe was removed.

Lance placed his other hand on his own belt: “Should I tie your feet too?”

“No!” Lu Feiran instantly retracted his feet, reminding him again, “This is the middle of the street!”

Don’t unbuckle your belt in the middle of the street!

The gentle, elegant Lord Devey was fake beyond belief. He would spank him, tie his wrists, and even unbuckle his own belt in the street!

If Lance wasn’t crazy, he was fundamentally a hooligan!

When Lance got into the driver’s seat, Lu Feiran’s gaze followed him to the left side, seeing Lance run a hand through his blonde hair.

That silky, beautiful hair became dull and pale, slightly ruffled. The long strands cast shadows over his forehead and eyes. Lu Feiran couldn’t clearly see Lance’s expression.

Lance took a deep breath. Instead of looking at Lu Feiran, he felt around his pockets, then scanned the car’s interior. Finding nothing, he slumped slightly and started the car.

Lu Feiran inexplicably thought of a cigarette in a blue satin package.

He had only seen Lance light a cigarette once, but he hadn’t smoked it the entire time. He just lit it and let it burn down.

Lance needed that cigarette now; his mind was completely unsettled. Lu Feiran guessed.

Blinking, Lu Feiran said: “Let me go, or this won’t end well.”

The command and threat were delivered in a light tone, laced with provocation.

Lance’s jaw was clenched. He shifted gears and sped onto the wide avenue approaching midnight.

The engine’s roar drowned out the audible grinding sound from Lance’s clenched left fist. The atmosphere grew increasingly heavy. The pressure emanating from Lance gradually weighed on Lu Feiran, making him worried about what would happen when they returned.

Lu Feiran called Lance’s name twice more. This time, he didn’t deliberately use the wrong name because the car was moving so fast, and he feared further provoking Lance would lead to an accident.

But Lance acted as if he hadn’t heard, silently pressing the accelerator and shifting gears. The car merged onto the highway.

With both hands immobilized and his calls receiving no response, Lu Feiran’s heart pounded. He decided to briefly show weakness, using his toes to prod Lance’s right arm.

If he hadn’t been bound and Lance’s expression hadn’t been so terrifying, chilling the atmosphere, this action would have been considered a lively, sensual provocation.

Lance remained as still as a mountain. Lu Feiran took off his shoes and used his sock-clad foot to rub Lance’s thigh. His sole was cold and soft, but the thigh beneath was firm and hard.

Yet, no matter what Lu Feiran did, Lance kept his eyes on the road ahead, offering no reaction.

“No reaction?” Lu Feiran pouted, pulling his leg back with a look of injustice. “What are you angry about? I just stayed out a little late with friends, that’s all. Why are you so mad?”

He lowered his lashes innocently, his eyes glistening as if he were about to cry.

He never initiated this kind of seduction. After finally doing it once, Lance was unresponsive.

“Heh.” Lance sneered, accelerating. He exited the highway and drove toward a remote road by the river.

The scenery outside the car gradually became unfamiliar. Lu Feiran abruptly withdrew his feet and sat up properly, cross-legged. The unfamiliar road at night easily brought back memories of the car accident, making the nerves in his stomach jump.

Because he’d had a drink tonight, his stomach started to feel slightly uneasy, though it wasn’t severe yet.

“Let’s go back quickly. I need to take medicine. My stomach is uncomfortable.” Lu Feiran’s pace of speech sped up considerably, and the self-assured provocation vanished.

He hoped Lance would feel compassion and take him back.

The SUV, carrying Lu Feiran’s anxiety, entered a semi-closed construction road. At night, the workers had gone home to rest. It was deserted, secluded, and no one would discover the secrets born here.

The brake was sudden. If not for the seatbelt, Lu Feiran would have slammed into the windshield.

He breathed nervously, seeing Lance already outside. Lance abruptly pulled open his side door, grabbed his collar, and lifted him out like a toy doll, then shoved him into the back seat.

The belt had bound his wrists for a considerable time. As soon as it was removed, his wrists felt numb and itchy, circled with redness.

Before he could sit up and check the marks on his wrists, Lance climbed into the back seat after him, closing the door with force.

“You…”

Two grown men climbing and folding themselves into the back seat made the space feel cramped and crowded, even if the car was spacious, especially since Lance was much larger than Lu Feiran.

Lu Feiran went blank for a moment. What was Lance doing? Out here? In the car??

Had his provocation gone too far just now?

His jacket was opened, and his collar was pulled down. The continuous hickeys below his collarbone were once again exposed to both of their eyes.

Lu Feiran panicked immensely. He tried to push Lance away with his only free hand, but it was useless. He could only pull his knees up, forcefully bracing them against Lance’s chest to prevent him from leaning closer.

Through the slightly long blonde hair, Lu Feiran saw Lance’s deep-set eyes, reading the surging madness within.

Lance’s finger pressed onto the hickey beneath Lu Feiran’s collarbone, tracing downward inch by inch, but avoiding the area covered by his sweater.

Their eyes met. Lance’s nose wrinkled slightly.

“Did you undress and pose for Jin Zhan just like this?”

“What’s the problem?” The car had stopped, and Lu Feiran lost his fear. He instantly became much more composed.

Seemingly unwilling to look at Lance’s expression, Lu Feiran turned his face away dismissively, frowning: “Didn’t you know I’d be scared driving that fast? How did my arm get hurt in the first place?”

He completely disregarded Lance’s feelings and questioned him self-righteously.

Lance stared intently at Lu Feiran, giving a strange smile: “You’re scared even when you’re with me? Scared I’ll hurt you? Have you always thought of me that way?”

“You were driving too fast… it’s dangerous driving. Don’t do that again,” Lu Feiran said somewhat unnaturally.

Lance placed his palm on Lu Feiran’s chest, obsessively looking at the red marks: “Okay. Next question. Did you take off your clothes and act as his ‘model’ at his house?”

Lu Feiran snapped his head back, noting the strange phrasing in Lance’s sentence, and said: “I was modeling for him. It’s just a painting.”

He didn’t know why he felt the need to explain.

He had deliberately let Jin Zhan draw him, and he had intentionally taken a photo and posted it on social media just for Lance to see. Yet, when Lance genuinely became furious, his first reaction was still to explain.

He dimly realized he was irritating a hibernating beast. It was best not to truly wake it up.

“Are you jealous?”

Lance smiled and said, “Darling, I am indeed jealous.”

A very sinister smile, Lu Feiran thought.

Lance stopped smiling and continued: “My turn to ask. You didn’t directly answer my question, so you didn’t act as his ‘model’ at his house. Where was it, then? Luyuan?”

Lu Feiran frowned, staying silent for half a minute. He felt like he was being interrogated, and Lance was the inquisitor.

No, this shouldn’t be happening! Lance should be the one being questioned. Everything I do is justified!

“Luyuan is my home. What’s wrong with me inviting Jin Zhan over?”

Lance’s Adam’s apple bobbed: “Isn’t Luyuan supposed to be our home? Did you let Jin Zhan move in?”

Lance suddenly leaned in very close, placing both hands near Lu Feiran’s ears. Lu Feiran was half-lying down, curled up defensively beneath Lance.

In this position, he could clearly see Lance’s face.

That handsome face, which was always full of smiles, was now covered by a layer of thousand-year-old ice and snow, devoid of any warmth. In the dim light, his emerald eyes also became profound, like a bottomless pool. If a traveler was careless, they would fall into the abyss.

Lance was exuding a terrifying aura. Lu Feiran saw that he was on the brink of losing control. His reason told him not to provoke Lance further.

But Lu Feiran’s long-suppressed anger flared up. Lance had lied to him for so long; this little provocation was too much? This was just the beginning.

All the pain Lance was experiencing now was retribution for his dishonesty!

Frowning, Lu Feiran grabbed Lance’s collar and stubbornly retorted with a counter-question: “I told you not to monitor me. If you weren’t monitoring me, how would you know?”

He spoke with righteous indignation and cold indifference.

Lance was taken aback for a moment. Then, as if all his strength had been drained, he leaned forward, his solid body resting lightly on Lu Feiran’s shoulder, pressed against his neck, laughing continuously.

It was a laugh of helplessness, sorrow, and pain.

The snowy mountain was melting. The meltwater rolled down the towering peak, converging into a river that rushed into the murky current.

“Do you love Jin Zhan?” Lance began to speak incoherently.

Lu Feiran: “Jin Zhan is a very nice person. I like him very much.”

“Really?” Lance was unmoved. “I don’t believe it. Darling, you like me the most, you love me the most. Say it once?”

The two of them were almost stacked and intertwined. Although Lance wasn’t putting all his weight on Lu Feiran, Lu Feiran still felt breathless, like he was wrapped up by a python whose tongue was licking his chin.

There was no need for soft-heartedness. Lu Feiran continued to play the part of the scumbag who didn’t appreciate what he had until it was gone.

“You know this very well. I don’t need to emphasize it verbally.”

“Is that so? I can barely feel it anymore,” Lance’s expression darkened. “Darling, you wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”