Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: See Me Out

The pale, beautiful face paused the moment he saw Lance…

The phone, deliberately silenced and ignored for two hours, naturally showed Zhai Qiance’s missed calls when Lu Feiran returned home.

Now it was Zhai Qiance’s turn to get the busy tone when calling him?

He must be very concerned about why Lu Feiran was able to talk to the Devel young master.

The moles in the company must have also told Zhai Qiance who he left work with today.

The thought that anxiety and unease could also appear on Zhai Qiance’s face made Lu Feiran unable to suppress a smile.

Lu Feiran’s eyes, dark as night, stared intently at Zhai Qiance’s name, waiting for him to call back.

Soon after, the phone rang again.

Zhai Qiance: “Ranran? Are you at Zhou Zihua’s house? How is he?”

Zhai Qiance was actually starting to be indirect.

Lu Feiran’s lips curved into an arc: “He’s doing well. I’ll stay with him for a few more days, and I’ll come back once he’s adjusted.”

“Alright,” Zhai Qiance tried to slow his tone, making himself sound less impatient, “Did you have dinner with Noah? What did you talk about?”

“His name is Noah?” Lu Feiran’s voice lifted slightly, revealing a hint of joy and anticipation. “He didn’t tell me his name, but the conversation was good. He told me a bit about his family…”

“Family matters?” A huge alarm went off in Zhai Qiance’s mind. Is he testing whether my marriage is truly a commercial arrangement?

“Mhm.” Lu Feiran didn’t elaborate, leaving Zhai Qiance in suspense.

“He’s not a simple person. You should minimize contact with him and be careful not to have information pried out of you,” Zhai Qiance said earnestly.

Zhai Qiance’s nervousness excited Lu Feiran. What was Zhai Qiance afraid of? Afraid that exposing the plan prematurely would make him disagree to a divorce and forcibly disrupt the rhythm? Or afraid that he would blurt out the truth about the exploitative marriage?

The more Zhai Qiance didn’t want Lu Feiran to meet Lance, the more Lu Feiran was determined to defy him.

“But I’m just a newly hired small employee. What could he possibly extract from me? Isn’t he a business partner?” Lu Feiran asked, feigning confusion. “Don’t worry, our marriage… no one knows about it.”

At the end, Lu Feiran’s voice suddenly sank, making Zhai Qiance’s heart skip a beat, even making him think his thoughts had been exposed.

Lu Feiran continued: “I didn’t feel there was anything wrong with him. I want to be friends with him. A-Ce, are you… restricting my friendships?”

Lu Feiran’s tone was firm and preemptive, making it difficult for Zhai Qiance to say anything more.

He let out a light laugh, then emphasized again: “I still need several days before I can come back.”

Hanging up the phone, Zhai Qiance tossed his phone aside and leaned back on the sofa, pressing his thumb against his temple, filled with indignation.

He shouldn’t have given Lu Feiran so much freedom. Allowing Lu Feiran to appear at Tuowei was the biggest mistake he had ever made.

He was someone who disliked unnecessary complications. Why did he agree to Lu Feiran’s request?

It was all due to Lu Feiran’s eyes that night.

After a moment, Zhai Qiance picked up his phone and dialed a number.

An excited voice answered the call, causing Zhai Qiance’s eyes to dim. The agitation and anger seemed to have found an outlet to vent.

Lu Xingli, Lu Feiran’s younger brother, was obedient, sensible, loved to flirt, and was always compliant with him, never displaying Lu Feiran’s cold and arrogant demeanor.

“Come over tonight. I’ll let you sleep in the master bedroom.”

…

Despite being deliberately marginalized by Zhai Qiance, Lu Feiran continued to work steadily.

He was close with Xing Chufei. The girl was innocent and, after getting familiar, became very lively and easy to talk to.

Xing Chufei asked him during the break while Lu Feiran was pouring water: “Who was that handsome guy who came to the office to look for you last week? It seems the company has a big project. Is he an employee of the partner company?”

Lu Feiran stirred the instant coffee he had just brewed: “Do you think he looks like an ordinary employee?”

Xing Chufei immediately shook her head: “No, absolutely not, but he seemed very approachable, completely different from the leaders in our company. I couldn’t figure it out.”

The aroma of coffee had filled the air. Lu Feiran inhaled deeply and took a small sip to warm himself up. He was quite sensitive to cold; it was only early autumn, and he was already feeling uncomfortable.

Hearing Xing Chufei’s assessment of Lance, Lu Feiran nodded in agreement.

Lance had a strong sense of affinity, like a cloud descending from the sky, soft and gentle, enveloping him. In every meeting and conversation, Lance made Lu Feiran feel like he was bathed in spring breeze, constantly attended to and cared for.

However, Lu Feiran couldn’t ignore the inherent sense of superiority Lance carried. His composure and warmth were condescending, a mixture of pity and compassion.

Each time, Lu Feiran felt he was at a disadvantage.

Where did this feeling come from? Lu Feiran pondered for a long time without an answer, only secretly praying that Lance would give him some time alone and not show up again so soon.

But then again, why did he assume Lance would definitely look for him again? Maybe he was just being polite.

Xing Chufei pressed on: “Who exactly is he? Are you friends?”

Lu Feiran finished his coffee in one gulp: “We’re friends, I suppose.”

…

It was Friday. Lu Feiran rushed home right after work to change. Zhou Zihua had invited him for a drink and specifically instructed him not to wear a white shirt and black trousers.

Therefore, Lu Feiran brought out his confident outfit once again.

This time, he didn’t wear any makeup. In the dimly lit bar, red, green, and blue lights rotated across Lu Feiran’s face, adding a touch of enchanting glamour to his pale, beautiful features, making him more captivating than the neon lights.

But Zhou Zihua was utterly insensitive: “Are you trying to be Emo?”

Lu Feiran silently ordered sparkling water, looked down at himself, and complained: “What do you know? The ultimate outdated is trendy.”

Zhou Zihua laughed loudly, reached out, and poked the hole in Lu Feiran’s ripped jeans, touching Lu Feirana’s thigh, which earned him a glare.

“Hahaha, it’s fine, it’s fine! With a face like yours, you look good in anything. If you wore a burlap sack, I wouldn’t dare say you weren’t making a fashion statement!”

“…”

Zhou Zihua glanced at the serving of lemon sparkling water and frowned: “Are you really this health-conscious?”

Lu Feiran: “I drank until my stomach had problems before, remember? I’m saving it for a big celebration later. For now, I’m accumulating.”

“Alright.” Zhou Zihua clinked glasses with Lu Feiran, leaned in, and whispered, “It’s just the two of us tonight. Next time, I’ll order you some real treats, all top-quality, definitely better-looking than Zhai Qiance!”

Lu Feiran gave him a sidelong glance, thinking he must have had too much to drink.

The music and human chatter were extremely noisy, yet Lu Feiran suddenly recalled a day before his marriage.

At that time, he had just left the mental hospital not long before. A perfectly healthy person had been tormented to the point of collapse and depression.

For a period, he was extremely addicted to alcohol, consumed by the dream of returning to the time before he was eighteen when he was drunk. He drank constantly until he got a perforated stomach.

It was Zhai Qiance who carried him home drunk from the bar, holding him, watching over him, begging him to stop drinking.

Zhai Qiance filled the void in Lu Feiran during that time. But it was all a lie.

His phone rang, startling Lu Feiran, who vigorously shook his head, driving Zhai Qiance out of his mind.

What kind of nonsense dares to interrupt his happiness?

Looking at the caller ID, it was even more annoying: it was Manager Wu.

Lu Feiran pinched his brow, not planning to go to a quiet place to take the call, listening to Manager Wu’s broken speech in the noisy environment.

Oh, he was being roped into something—he was told to go pick someone up.

Lu Feiran didn’t refuse. He didn’t know if this was part of Zhai Qiance’s plan.

Lu Feiran casually asked: “Pick up whom?”

Manager Wu: “Don’t ask questions. Hurry up and get here!”

Lu Feiran asked Manager Wu to send him the address, put on his jacket, and said goodbye to Zhou Zihua, admitting that he was the one cutting the fun short and promising to make it up later.

Refusing Zhou Zihua’s kind offer to have his driver take him, Lu Feiran hailed a taxi himself.

It was “Aurora” again. The last time Lu Feiran was here, he had just gotten information about an art academy student from an escort.

Lu Feiran didn’t go to the underground parking lot; his driver’s license had been revoked a long time ago, so he couldn’t drive for anyone. He planned to hail a luxury car after picking up the person and then expense it to the company.

Halfway to Aurora, it started to rain. Autumn rain brings increasing cold. Lu Feiran was dressed a bit lightly. He immediately hugged his coat tightly as soon as he got out of the car, hopping in place a few times to forcefully adapt to the sudden drop in temperature.

But the cold wind still crept into his body. Ah, he was wearing ripped jeans!

Ugh, he didn’t want to wear these pants anymore, nor did he want to pick anyone up. He hadn’t even brought an umbrella.

Although his whole body resisted this forcefully assigned task, Lu Feiran hugged his arms and entered Aurora.

Lu Feiran deliberately checked if Zhai Qiance was there, but didn’t see him, so he asked a colleague nearby.

The colleague said: “Mr. Zhai? Haven’t seen him. Probably went upstairs for some fun.”

Lu Feiran was speechless. What a piece of filth.

Lu Feiran rubbed his eyes. He was sure it wasn’t because he was upset after facing Zhai Qiance’s true colors; it was just the scent of the incense in the room stinging his eyes.

Opening his eyes again, Lu Feiran saw a pure white figure in a blurry mist.

Lance sat quietly in the corner, his white suit making him look purer than snow. His vacant green eyes stared straight ahead.

Lu Feiran happened to meet that gaze while looking around. He instinctively glanced down at his outfit… So tasteless.

Socializing often involves alcohol, and Lance disliked anything that made one lose their mind and control.

He sat on the sofa, watching the wine-and-dine associates around him getting progressively drunk, waiting for someone to arrive.

Someone nearby shouted that they wanted to go home, and he heard his assistant reply: “I will arrange for someone to take you right away.”

“Also arrange for someone to see me out,” Lance raised his hand, the flush on his cheeks resembling the redness after drinking wine. “The person who came earlier…?”

The assistant attending today had seen Lance talking to Lu Feiran and cleverly contacted him immediately.

But Lu Feiran was taking his time.

Lance thought, He’d better be delayed by something. If he simply didn’t want to come… then I’ll have to go find him myself.

Just as he was about to lose patience, he finally saw the face he so desperately wanted to see at that moment.

Lu Feiran was drenched, his denim jacket soaked into a dark blue. The cold rain made his face exceptionally pale and his eyes wetter; even his lips were trembling.

He was anxious, pushing the door open just a crack and craning his head in to look for the person.

The pale, beautiful face paused the moment he saw Lance. Lu Feiran slightly lowered his head and sighed.

As Lu Feiran pushed the door open and entered, fresh air rushed in, seeming to cleanse all the stale air in the room. Lance smiled.