Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Caught in the Rain – Lance felt a strange urge to be caught red-handed…

Stepping into the warm house, Lance gently brushed the dust from his trouser cuffs. After smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes, he meticulously observed every piece of furniture.

He liked the place very much.

A few brand-new dog toys were scattered on the open space between the coffee table and the television, placed there conspicuously. Lance frowned at them, then turned and went upstairs.

Lance slowly ascended the stairs, his face sullen. Suddenly, he met a pair of round, black eyes on the second floor.

The puppy, newly arrived at its new home, couldn’t adapt quickly to the environment. Even though Lu Feiran allowed it to sleep inside, it couldn’t fall asleep.

It wanted to explore the area and nudge its owner to get up and keep it company.

It kept pacing around the bedside, its paws making soft sounds on the floor, but it didn’t bark. It was a very calm puppy.

Suddenly, it heard a faint noise outside the door, scurried through the gap, and met the eyes of a stranger. This person… didn’t look very friendly.

Lance and the puppy stared at each other for about five seconds. He had witnessed this dog walking out of Lu Feiran’s bedroom. Was even a dog’s priority higher than his…?

The puppy, having just arrived, had no sense of territory yet. It thought Lance was another owner of Lu Yuanyuan. Although Lance’s eyes didn’t hold the warm affection Lu Feiran had, it still wagged its tail and approached, chasing Lance’s trouser leg.

Lance felt irritated. He generally disliked small animals. Just as he was about to step away, he suddenly thought of something and smiled.

He crouched down, picked up the puppy by the scruff of its neck, held it close to its ear, and whispered: “Come on. Remember my smell. Don’t bark when you see me again.”

Carrying the dog, he went back downstairs. Lance felt his way in the dark to find the treats and dog food. He took the dog to an open area and started a quick training session.

The puppy had received basic training and reacted well to commands. Lance mechanically trained it for a bit, tossed dog food into its mouth, and quickly stroked its head with an expressionless face: “Good dog.”

But he didn’t care about the dog or like it. His patience in training it was only to make it recognize him as its master.

He didn’t want a loyal dog barking at him the next time he came.

Hmph, Lu Feiran’s dog.

Lance coldly watched the puppy wag its tail, finding it servile in his heart, and disliked it even more. What use was a dog that couldn’t even recognize its true owner?

The puppy watched Lance’s unhesitating back, the frequency of its tail-wagging gradually slowed, and it quietly followed him.

Lance sat on the edge of Lu Feiran’s bed, meticulously tracing his lover’s outline with his eyes. He gently touched Lu Feiran’s lips with his fingertip. Even in the dim light, he could conjure the sight of their rosy color.

His eyes were filled with tenderness. He gently held Lu Feiran’s hand resting on the quilt, leaned over, and carefully nipped Lu Feiran’s lips.

He was very cautious, very gentle, daring not to use any force, leaving fleeting, cloud-like kisses.

But he was uncontrollably drawn in, wanting to bite, gnaw, and devour. He used all his strength to restrain his actions, only tasting it, appropriately, like sucking on jelly.

The sweet flavor was driving him mad.

He kissed and kissed, then extended his kisses to Lu Feiran’s cool collarbone. He resisted leaving teeth marks but still lost control, pressing down too hard, leaving two red hickeys on the pale skin.

He clearly shouldn’t want Lu Feiran to discover him, yet Lance felt a strange urge to be caught red-handed.

What would happen if he were discovered?

Those indifferent eyes would flare up again. The fire of rage would instantly ignite him, and he would be ordered to leave again, pushing their hard-won détente back to freezing point.

No, he couldn’t.

Lance’s fingers dug into the sheets. He didn’t even dare to touch Lu Feiran with his fingers again, for fear of disturbing his sleeping lover.

Ever since Lu Feiran suggested breaking up, Lance was mostly forced to watch him while he was asleep. Otherwise, he could only watch him from a distance across crowds, forced to maintain a polite and proper appearance in public, or sometimes, he couldn’t even see his face, only catching glimpses through a camera lens.

This time, Lu Feiran’s revenge had landed perfectly.

Compared to deliberately being intimate with others to incite Lance’s jealousy, indifference was the knife that truly wounded Lance.

He was bent over, violating his instinct, abandoning his dignity, waiting unwillingly, even giving up all pretense of decency by climbing over the wall in the middle of the night.

What should he do? He was pushing things along behind the scenes, trying to help Lu Feiran quickly secure the company, wanting to present it as a gift, but… even without his help, Lu Feiran would still get everything.

Lance’s pale lips trembled. A drop of liquid fell onto Lu Feiran’s cheek.

Lu Feiran’s breathing changed. He frowned slightly, whimpered, and seemed uncomfortable, wanting to change position.

Lance quickly let go of him, retreated a few steps, and hid on the closed-window balcony.

The curtain fluttered twice, concealing his figure.

Lu Feiran had a dream. He was walking in a deep-red rose garden. The sun was perfect. He picked a flower, but before he could smell it, thunder suddenly echoed in the sky.

Soon, dark clouds drifted over, and heavy rain poured down, soaking him miserably.

He rubbed his eyes and woke up. It was a very ordinary dream, yet he felt exhausted, as if he had been running from the rain.

Suddenly, he felt a drop of water on his cheek. He was startled, instinctively looking up, only seeing the dark ceiling.

Where did the water come from?

The puppy padded over, lifted its front paws, and rested them on the bedside. Lu Feiran teased it: “Did you lick me?”

The puppy let out a soft “woof.” Lu Feiran took that as its answer.

“Alright, don’t do that again.” Lu Feiran pressed his lips, which felt a little uncomfortable.

Strange, can you be allergic to being licked on the mouth by a dog?

He usually slept very well, rarely waking up in the middle of the night. Perhaps it was because of the new family member; his heart was preoccupied, making his sleep restless.

Lu Feiran closed his eyes and lay down for a moment, feeling an emptiness in his stomach. He hadn’t eaten much tonight and was surprisingly hungry after waking up in the middle of the night.

He sighed, sat up, beckoned the puppy, and said smilingly: “Come here, baby. Can you cook? Go, fry two dishes for me!”

The puppy barked cooperatively, bounced onto the bed, and snuggled into Lu Feiran’s arms.

Lu Feiran took a deep breath of the puppy’s head and hugged it tightly. The puppy’s body was warm, like a small stove, very comfortable to hold.

Lu Feiran hugged it for a while but wasn’t entirely satisfied. He released the puppy with a hint of melancholy: “Hurry up and grow bigger, baby. You’re a little too small.”

Although it was warm and obedient, it was too small. He could only hug it, and it couldn’t hug him.

It wasn’t the feeling he wanted.

But what more could he ask of a puppy? The puppy just needed to be happy and content every day.

Lu Feiran got out of bed and went downstairs in his slippers.

In the shadows blocked by the heavy curtains, Lance leaned against the wall, his eyes flashing with an obscure light. The tense line of his jaw betrayed his restless heart.

Baby… calling a dog ‘baby’….

Lance gave a self-mocking laugh. Even a dog was more precious than him.

After the water boiled, Lu Feiran turned down the heat, cracked two eggs into the pan, and gently stirred them with chopsticks once they had slightly set.

The eggs swelled up, bumping into each other in the center of the swirl before bouncing apart.

He recalled that just a few months ago, he couldn’t even fry an egg. Now, he could independently make a few small dishes. He should be happy.

Sitting at the dining table, Lu Feiran waited for the eggs to cool, grabbed a handful of kibble from the dog food bag, and hand-fed the puppy.

The puppy sniffed but didn’t eat.

Lu Feiran put the kibble back, washed his hands, and said: “That’s strange. Why aren’t you hungry? Weren’t you licking me because you were hungry?”

In the empty house, the only sounds were the occasional clinking of chopsticks against the ceramic bowl. Not even the dog made a sound. It was eerily quiet.

Lu Feiran suddenly remembered the calls Lance had made when Qi Yang arrived.

Looking at the empty bowl, he impulsively dialed the number.

As expected, no one answered.

Right, it’s 3 AM.

Lu Feiran hung up the phone, placed the bowl and chopsticks in the sink, and stretched, his shirt opening to expose his gracefully defined collarbone and pale, delicate skin.

He didn’t notice the chain of ambiguous red marks below his collarbone.

“I still haven’t named you,” Lu Feiran mumbled, squatting beside the puppy he had settled at the foot of his bed.

He walked to the half-opened curtains. The clouds were thick tonight, and he could only see pitch blackness through the curtains, without a single star or moonbeam.

Lu Feiran’s hand trembled as he gripped the curtain. Swish! He pulled the curtain shut completely, isolating the room from the balcony.

He slipped under the covers and quickly fell asleep again.

On the balcony, Lance clenched his phone, staring intently at the missed call. The twisted knot of emotions instantly loosened with that one call, and his breathing became smooth.

He stood leaning against the wall, watching Lu Feiran’s sleeping face through the curtain gap. After an unknown amount of time, he stretched his neck and walked in.

His expression lost its gloom and misery, returning to perfect composure. He tucked his sleeping lover into bed and whispered softly: “Baby, admit you miss me. I’ll come see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

A kiss, lighter than dandelion fluff, gently landed on Lu Feiran’s forehead.

…

Lu Feiran arranged to have dinner with Qi Yang at Yu Lin. He thought it would be difficult to get a reservation and planned to ask Zhou Zihua for a way to jump the queue. To his surprise, right after leaving his number, he was told he could dine that evening.

The conversation with Qi Yang was more pleasant than Lu Feiran had expected.

Qi Yang told him that he was constantly involved in animal rescue, adopting various disabled cats and dogs, spaying and neutering stray cats, and finding them homes, while also running a purebred dog breeding business. His work was certainly busy.

He invited Lu Feiran to visit the kennel, and Lu Feiran was quite tempted. He immediately asked Qi Yang to send him the address and offered to promote him on his social media.

The dinner ended pleasantly. The two walked out of the Yu Lin gate, chatting and laughing, only to discover it was raining.

In December, precipitation was usually snow or sleet. Pure rain like this was rare.

The puddles on the ground reflected the lights, casting a warm, orange-yellow glow.

The valet drove Qi Yang’s car to the front, and Lu Feiran waved goodbye with a smile.

After Qi Yang drove away, Lu Feiran dropped his smile and looked around aimlessly. He then saw a person standing under a nearby sweet osmanthus tree, which was now bare of flowers.

Blonde hair, green eyes, and a white suit. He stood under the tree, seeking shelter from the rain. The cold rainwater mercilessly soaked his hair and cheeks, leaving a good portion of his clothes wet.

A gust of damp, cold wind blew across Lu Feiran’s face, making him suddenly feel dizzy, as if the world had flipped. His calm expression became stunned and bewildered, his chest vibrating violently, even his eardrums aching.

He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them. The white silhouette was still standing there.

The valet drove his car over, holding an umbrella, respectfully inviting Lu Feiran to get in.

Lu Feiran waved his hand: “Can I borrow the umbrella?”

He took the umbrella from the valet and walked towards the tree. He saw the dull green eyes brighten, reflecting his own silhouette.

The rain today felt like intentional planning by fate, Lu Feiran thought. He had once stood under this same sweet osmanthus tree, looking at the Yu Lin gate.

Except, he didn’t think his expression then was this sad and helpless, just like…

A small dog caught in the rain.

Lu Feiran raised the umbrella high, tilting it towards Lance.

They weren’t standing close. The rainwater soaked both of them.

Lu Feiran looked up and saw Lance raise a hand, holding it flat above his own head. The rain was blocked by his palm, and raindrops rolled down his fair, reddened ear.

Lance smiled very gently, like an innocent white flower.

Lu Feiran also smiled. His smile was different from Lance’s, carrying a hint of mockery and teasing.

Under Lance’s gaze, he raised his hand and gently wiped the rainwater from below Lance’s eyes, saying clearly and brightly:

“Tell me, what method did you use to monitor me this time?”