Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 61

Chapter 61: The Moth – “Baby, am I something you’ve discarded?”…

The cream soup was sweet but not cloying, sliding smoothly down his throat. It tasted excellent.

Beneath the table, the continually rubbing toe of the shoe felt like a venomous snake finding something to cling to, coiling and climbing, the sensation of tickle and numbness crawling up his smooth skin and burrowing into the back of Lu Feiran’s head.

He wished for the dinner party to end more eagerly than Lu Xingli did. Lance’s brazenness had just leveled up!

The elegant man conversed politely and professionally with everyone, ensuring no one felt left out. Even Lu Xingli, who wanted to shrink into a corner, was occasionally addressed, making the awkward dinner table harmonious and cordial thanks to Lance.

But this was all a facade.

This man, accustomed to pretending, was rubbing his foot against Lu Feiran’s leg under the table!

Lu Feiran wanted to forcefully stomp on him but was afraid of causing a commotion that would draw attention. After all, Lu Xingli hadn’t taken his jealous eyes off him since the beginning.

Lance was indeed a perfect gentleman in front of people, but only within sight. Under the table… he reverted to the clingy rogue.

Lu Feiran endured it, avoiding looking at Lance or speaking to him directly.

From the flow of conversation and Lu Xingli’s mortified expression, his task was essentially complete. Before coming, he had prepared extensively, simulating many scenarios, but he never anticipated Lance’s presence.

Lance’s appearance made Lu Feiran’s task incredibly easy. He only needed to provide an opening, and Lance continued to press the advantage in line with his intentions, then smoothly redirecting the topic back to himself. Lu Feiran was delighted to relax.

If he could just ignore that foot under the table.

…

The dinner abruptly ended. Lu Feiran saw them off politely for a few steps and then stopped. The sound of Lance’s conversation with the others grew distant. Lu Feiran looked relieved. He walked through the quiet corridor towards the garden.

He intended to wait there for a while before leaving, to avoid running into Lance in the underground parking lot.

Finding a long bench in the garden, Lu Feiran sat down and sighed. The cold night wind brushed his face. He looked up at the clear night sky, suddenly feeling that this moment of tranquility was missing something.

Missing what? He wasn’t a smoker, so he definitely didn’t want a cigarette.

He wanted…

Before he could figure it out, Lu Feiran was suddenly shoved violently, with such force that he nearly fell off the bench.

He looked back to see Lu Xingli’s ferocious and angry face. Lu Feiran was startled for a moment, then quickly smiled, his surprised expression slowly turning into contempt.

“Lu Feiran, are you determined to ruin me?”

Lu Xingli lunged again. Lu Feiran sidestepped, causing him to miss.

Standing steadily on the lawn a meter away, Lu Feiran frowned and watched Lu Xingli for a moment, realizing with a start that he no longer harbored much resentment towards him. Lu Xingli was simply not a worthy opponent in his eyes.

“…Lu Xingli, don’t you think you’re being very childish?” Lu Feiran rubbed his cold hand and looked at Lu Xingli. “It seems Lu Liye gave you a chance, but you didn’t seize it. At the dinner table just now, you had a chance to speak. Could you even manage a sentence? Do you understand your own family’s industry? You were busy partying yesterday, and today you put on a suit to fight a battle. Do you think this is child’s play?”

“Do you think you did this all on your own ability? Without his help, could you have succeeded so smoothly!” Lu Xingli’s cheeks trembled, a look of suppressed indignation on his face. “You have Lance’s help, so don’t gloat over your good fortune! How can such a gentle person be willingly used by you…”

Lu Feiran realized, and laughed aloud: “You like him?”

“…” Lu Xingli choked.

“Lu Xingli, when will you stop picking up things I’ve discarded?” Lu Feiran laughed, bending over, and approached Lu Xingli as he laughed. “If I told you that everything he shows now is an act, would you still like him? Do you think he’s very gentle, has an unbelievably good temper, as if… his whole being just glows? You can’t help but like him?”

Lu Xingli’s thoughts were exposed. He retreated repeatedly, his entire face uncontrollably flushing hot. He couldn’t stand being in Lu Feiran’s shadow, nor could he stand constantly being attracted to the men Lu Feiran had loved.

Why was he always the one who came later? Why did Lu Feiran always claim all the advantages first?

Lu Feiran took a sudden step forward, nearly scaring Lu Xingli into falling. He extended his left hand towards Lu Xingli’s face, wiggling his claw-like fingers, as if about to strike Lu Xingli’s face.

In Lu Xingli’s horrified eyes, Lu Feiran grinned, pointing to the ring on his ring finger: “He’s actually a pervert, a lunatic, a stalker! See this ring? He insists I marry him. When I refused, he locked me up, tied me down, and even threatened to cut off my fingers, telling me, ‘If you won’t wear mine, you’re not allowed to wear anyone else’s in the future.’ Tell me… what’s so great about a person like that?”

He spoke convincingly, with a ferocious expression and the terror of someone who had been abused, making Lu Xingli half-believe him.

Lu Feiran shook his head and continued: “Haven’t you suffered enough with Zhai Qiance? Do you want me to send your bedroom photos to more people? You’re not a child anymore. Use this time to read more, learn something. Don’t let your brain be empty and just think about chasing men. Your mother has retired from that life; do you have to inherit her mantle?”

Lu Xingli finally understood. Lu Feiran was completely toying with him! Pervert, lunatic, stalker, imprisonment, cutting off fingers—it was all made up on the spot!

Though only three months older, Lu Feiran always seemed like a senior to him, even as a teenager.

He had secretly attended Lu Feiran’s high school graduation ceremony and personally watched Lu Feiran play the violin, like an exalted, admired prince. Meanwhile, he himself couldn’t be acknowledged by his father until he was an adult.

The immense disparity made Lu Xingli hate Lu Feiran. The person he cared about most in this life was Lu Feiran. Every day Lu Feiran lived well, Lu Xingli would hate him for it.

Not far away was an artificial pond. Warm, clear water flowed continuously, not freezing even in winter. Koi swam gracefully, lending the scene a beautiful tranquility.

Lu Xingli glanced at the pond. He unexpectedly grabbed Lu Feiran’s shoulder, attempting to push him in, but even with all his strength, he only managed to make Lu Feiran stumble a few steps.

Having been shoved while sitting on the bench, Lu Feiran had been on guard against Lu Xingli the whole time. He had recently been consistent with his workouts. His strength had increased, and his core was stable. Lu Xingli was weaker than him, and with Lu Feiran prepared, he couldn’t do anything.

Only those who are at their wits’ end resort to physical aggression. Lu Feiran frowned at Lu Xingli, his eyes filled with impatience and disgust. Unwilling to be touched by Lu Xingli any further, he forcefully raised his hand and pushed, unintentionally sending Lu Xingli into the pond.

Lu Feiran was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t intended to do that. It was Lu Xingli’s continuous pulling that led them closer to the pond.

The pond wasn’t deep, but the weather was cold, and the bottom was covered with slippery moss. Falling in drained all his strength as if his soul had been sucked out.

Lu Feiran had just recently endured the tragedy of falling into a pool. He still clearly remembered the bone-chilling cold.

“Help! S-save me… ugh…” Lu Xingli bobbed up and down in the pond, calling for help desperately and swallowing a lot of water.

No matter how much Lu Feiran hated him, he didn’t want to see Lu Xingli drown in front of him.

He remembered seeing a lifebuoy nearby when he walked in!

Looking back, a figure was standing by the lifebuoy, leaning against the wall. His pearl-white suit was spotless, his trousers perfectly draped, but the pair of exquisite handmade leather shoes below had a faint footprint on them.

The one Lu Feiran had stepped on before leaving the dinner table.

Lu Feiran’s mind flickered. How long has Lance been watching here?

He shook his head, pushing away the inappropriate thought. He ran over, grabbed the lifebuoy, and threw it towards Lu Xingli. Seeing Lu Xingli clutch the lifebuoy, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked back: “Then you become the only person in the world who can blackmail me because you know my secret?”

Lance smiled. When he smiled, it gave the impression that all the light sources in the area were focused on him, warm and bright, a sight that had charmed Lu Feiran more than once.

He wore that mesmerizing smile and said, “Becoming your ‘only one’ in this way is quite good.”

Lu Feiran crouched down, pulling the rope of the lifebuoy to drag Lu Xingli closer to the bank. His eyes were fixed on the water, serious and focused, but to Lu Xingli, it gave the false impression that Lu Feiran didn’t actually want to save him.

Desperate to survive, Lu Xingli sought help from the other person present: “Lance! Mr. Lance, help! Lu Feiran pushed me in!”

He was thrashing in the water and hadn’t heard what Lance said to Lu Feiran, otherwise he would have known he was calling upon the wrong savior.

The person he admired, the virtuous gentleman, was treating his life as a toy to amuse his lover.

Lance crouched beside Lu Feiran, openly observing and studying the familiar outline of Lu Feiran’s profile. His gaze drifted from Lu Feiran’s elegant nose to his full, glossy lips, then reluctantly moved elsewhere.

He looks slightly plumper. I want to… kiss him.

Realizing that Lu Feiran looked even healthier than he did when they were together, Lance was relieved, but beneath the relief was a strongly concealed, sour jealousy.

Lance knew no one was taking care of Lu Feiran except the cooking aunt. Without his company, Lu Feiran could still take care of himself well and even learned to cook…

Lu Xingli stared in shock at Lance’s absorbed look. The person he viewed as being on a pedestal was gazing at his brother with a devotional, obsessive look. Even if someone was soaking in the pond, or if everyone nearby died, Lance wouldn’t spare them a glance.

Lu Feiran… What exactly was Lu Feiran!

“Come up!” After a moment of psychological preparation, Lu Feiran finally reached out his hand to Lu Xingli.

He crouched by the bank, leaning down. The moonlight and lamps shone on Lu Feiran’s cool, white face. Though his expression was utterly cold, he still overcame his negative emotions to do something kind.

Lu Xingli suddenly became extremely angry, feeling that Lu Feiran was merely offering charity, pitying him. He absolutely did not need to be pitied!

But… if Lu Feiran hadn’t thrown the lifebuoy, Lance… would have just acted like he hadn’t fallen in, right?

Lu Xingli looked at Lance’s smiling face, remembering what Lu Feiran had said a few minutes ago.

Lance might also be a little moth.

…

The security captain, upon seeing the monitoring footage, immediately called the manager and rushed over with the medical team. Seeing that the guest was unharmed, the manager bowed deeply in apology, stating it was a failure of hotel management. They offered to send Lu Xingli to the hospital for examination and to provide compensation.

The manager mistook Lu Feiran and Lance for Lu Xingli’s friends and planned to offer them compensation as well, but Lu Feiran refused: “No need. We were just passing by.”

With that, Lu Feiran walked into the empty elevator with one hand in his pocket, completely ignoring Lance.

The second before the door closed, Lance squeezed in. Lu Feiran felt Lance’s imposing presence instantly fill the entire elevator car. The previously empty elevator suddenly felt cramped, forcing him to take a step back and increase the distance between them.

With trembling fingers, Lu Feiran pressed the B3 button. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He closed his eyes, forcing himself into darkness, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

“Baby, am I something you’ve discarded?” Lance’s breath touched Lu Feiran’s ear, making him instinctively twitch his waist from the tickle. Lance laughed and continued, “Why do you have possessiveness over something you don’t want?”