Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Confession – After a moment’s thought, he applied pressure to Lance’s head…

Lance immediately lowered his eyes and said, “Why would you think that?”

His tall figure looked particularly wretched in the rain, yet he stubbornly tilted the umbrella back, scrambling to shield Lu Feiran from the downpour, only to realize both of his hands were soaked.

“Are you going to deny it?” Lu Feiran’s eyebrows lowered, and he also lowered his head, his voice less aggressive than before.

“No,” Lance shook his head. “I just want to know, how did you guess?”

Lu Feiran tightened his grip on the umbrella handle. His damp hair made him feel cold, and he didn’t want to perform for strangers in a busy place.

“Monitoring me is one of your hobbies because you’re a pervert,” he said, turning sideways. “Come on, get in the car. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

The rain was too heavy, and the weather was too cold.

Lance smiled, not denying it. He followed Lu Feiran, watching him continuously rub the back of his neck, which was uncomfortable due to the dampness, leaving a patch of red on his pale neck.

Once inside the car, the enclosed environment and close proximity made Lu Feiran smell alcohol. The strong sense of incongruity forced him to look at Lance again.

Only then did he realize that Lance’s face was flushed, and his eyes were unfocused. Was he… drunk?

But that wasn’t right. Lance didn’t get like this when he was drunk.

No! Perhaps… the previous time, Lance hadn’t been drinking at all.

Lu Feiran’s shoulders shook. He covered his face and let out a few laughs, his slightly damp hair trembling.

That’s right. He had been fooled from the very beginning. Lance had faked being drunk to trick him.

He shook his head. To his surprise, there was no anger from betrayal, only calmness.

From the moment Lu Feiran started covering his face and laughing, Lance’s eyes remained fixated on his lover’s profile. Water droplets streamed down Lance, making him look like a cold water ghost.

Lu Feiran pointed to the back: “There’s a blanket there. You can dry yourself off.”

Lance took the blanket: “Can’t you help me?”

“Dry it or don’t dry it, I don’t care,” Lu Feiran said indifferently. “Why did you come here? Why did you drink?”

“Because you missed me. You called me last night, but I missed it, so I came to find you today.” Lance smiled, covering his head with the blanket and rubbing his wet hair little by little. “I wouldn’t have dared to come see you without liquid courage.”

Lu Feiran scoffed: “The dog at home accidentally touched my phone. I didn’t call you.”

“I haven’t known you for a day. Don’t pretend. There’s nothing you wouldn’t dare to do.”

“Yes, Ranran understands me best.” Lance looked over mournfully, showing the pitiful look of someone stabbed by Lu Feiran getting a dog. “Actually, I missed you. Since you wouldn’t ask me out, I had no choice but to find you. I didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was tracking your location.”

Lu Feiran sighed and pressed his temples.

What kind of person so openly admits to tracking someone?

Lu Feiran didn’t want to talk to him anymore. His face darkened, and he decided to remain silent.

“I really like this place. It’s where we first met.” Lance spoke slowly after a brief wait, as if recalling a distant story. “I didn’t know you, but the moment I saw you, I wanted to invite you into the car, to shelter you from the rain. Ranran, I think it was love at first sight for me.”

He portrayed himself as a young man experiencing love for the first time, his pure affection cultivated for a long time, confessing shyly and waiting for a response.

Lu Feiran heard every word clearly, his expression complicated. He tried hard to empty his mind, yet couldn’t help but wonder, Is this true? Is this not some lie made up to soften him?

“Why?” Lu Feiran couldn’t help but ask. “What about me is worth your affection?”

“Your eyes,” Lance said. “When you look at someone, your entire vision is only focused on them…”

“Enough. I’ve heard that one. What else?” Lu Feiran interrupted him, not wanting Lance to continue, lest he hear a sickening name.

“…Norn once told me that if you like someone, you’ll think they resemble a small animal. You’ll find them cute, and also pitiful. At the time, I thought you looked like a stray cat—very stubborn, very wary. I don’t like animals, but I thought you were very cute.”

Lu Feiran’s hand on the steering wheel trembled slightly.

What was his thought the moment he stepped out of Yu Lin and saw Lance?

He thought Lance looked like a dog caught in the rain, so pitiful.

It made him feel disoriented, like an illusion of time repeating itself. He walked over impulsively, raised the umbrella high, sheltering him from the cold winter rain, just as Lance had done for him once.

This thought made his heart pound non-stop. Could Norn be talking nonsense?

What does a college student know, playing the role of an emotional strategist?

Sensing Lu Feiran’s body tension, Lance’s cool palm grasped Lu Feiran’s wrist, attempting to relax him.

But Lu Feiran merely pulled his hand away and remained silent.

Lance smiled, his green eyes filled with tolerance and affection, and continued: “This time, you brought me away, not the other way around. I’m the one caught in the rain, and I’m the one who’s hurt, but you walked toward me… Can we start over?”

“…You really are drunk,” Lu Feiran whispered, his steady tone betraying no emotion.

“Later, showing weakness in front of you was also a tactic to seduce you. I’m despicable; I knew you were soft-hearted and kind, and I did it on purpose.” Lance chuckled, talking to himself, sounding somewhat like a drunkard. “But don’t think I’m detestable. I’m not wrong.”

“Seeing you talk to others makes me jealous. Seeing others try to scheme against you makes me angry. Seeing Jin Zhan live in your house made me utterly frantic. It’s because I love you that I’m possessive of you, just like you are. Ranran, I’m not wrong.”

The sudden confession stunned Lu Feiran. His expression was blank. He didn’t know how to react; neither a smile nor anger seemed appropriate.

The trove of words he had prepared evaporated like water vapor.

His heart was beating faster and faster, with a nauseating urgency. He forced his mind to go blank, trying not to process the meaning of Lance’s words.

He heard Lance speak again: “Let’s start from the beginning, Ranran. I’ll pursue you, and then you’ll marry me. How about that?”

Is that good… or not good…?

But he had been fooled to the point of being a startled bird. Even if his heart yearned for it, he resisted intimate feelings.

Couldn’t they just maintain a sexual relationship? Anything more… was too much.

The closer something was, the more afraid he was to touch it. Perhaps maintaining a distance was the solution.

“No good,” Lu Feiran finally said after a long pause. “You don’t have to do this, and… the rain today is much heavier than that day.”

The car slowed down. Lance’s apartment building was close. Lu Feiran waited for the red light to change, then slowly made the turn.

“I can’t get married again, Lance, so you really don’t have to try anymore. Maintaining a friends-with-benefits relationship is my bottom line.” Lu Feiran decided to be honest with Lance too, pouring out his inner thoughts. Perhaps it would make things easier for both of them.

“It’s not good for you to put yourself through this. I told you, a healthy body is important,” Lu Feiran said. “When I first met you, I thought you were so high and mighty. Then you could actually roll around in the rain… Although I know now it was fake, I admire you. You truly are unscrupulous… and you succeeded.”

“But you should go back to being yourself, your Young Master, your powerful figure, and continue living a life surrounded by admirers, instead of constantly following me. This version of you isn’t you… You should just stay up in the sky as my moon. No one needs to know your light is false.”

Lu Feiran shook his head and sighed: “If you keep this up, I think we should stop being even friends-with-benefits—”

His words were abruptly cut off because, as he turned his head, he realized Lance was asleep, slumped in his seat.

Lu Feiran paused for a moment, shook his arm, and tried to wake him: “Don’t tell me you passed out drunk. I won’t fall for it, you!”

No matter how hard he shook, Lance showed no sign of waking up. Lu Feiran stopped and saw a flash of light on Lance’s finger.

They were two rings, worn on his ring finger and pinky finger, respectively. Lance’s hand was large and bony. Lu Feiran’s ring fit perfectly on his pinky.

The rings caught his eye. Lu Feiran’s gaze softened for a moment, his fingertip gently touched them, but he decisively withdrew his hand and immediately called Norn.

“Lance is drunk. Can you help me take him home?” Lu Feiran felt embarrassed saying this.

They’ve already broken up, yet he keeps getting tangled up. If outsiders knew, it would be humiliating.

“Ah…” Norn drew out his single word into eight syllables. “Are you guys having a dinner party?”

“No… it’s just the two of us, downstairs from his place,” Lu Feiran urged. “Are you busy? I’ll call security to help…”

“Please don’t call security. He’s a germaphobe; he doesn’t let strangers touch him.” Norn sounded troubled. “But it’ll take me a long time to get there. Can you wait?”

“Fine. Come. I’ll wait for you.”

Lu Feiran hung up the phone, dissatisfied. He could tell Norn didn’t want to come.

He poked Lance’s face. Is his popularity really this bad? And his relationship with his family, too?

Lu Feiran resignedly opened the car door and attempted to use his own strength to lift Lance out. He bent down and hugged Lance. A faint scent of alcohol kissed his ear when Lance exhaled, flushing his face a degree redder.

He gathered his strength, lifted his waist, and used all his might in one go, but could only budge Lance slightly.

After losing his momentum, Lu Feiran tumbled forward, landing directly on top of Lance.

The wet jacket against Lu Feiran’s dry clothes was uncomfortable. He breathed heavily, pushing himself up off Lance’s chest, and angrily slapped Lance’s shoulder in frustration.

He couldn’t carry him at all!

Lu Feiran straightened up, glaring indignantly at the unconscious Lance.

Why was it always like this? Whether it was real or faked, he refused to take care of him!

Lu Feiran waited and waited. After over half an hour, Norn still hadn’t arrived. Seeing the time getting late, and remembering he needed to go back to feed the puppy.

Left with no choice, Lu Feiran told Norn not to come and drove Lance back to Lu Yuanyuan.

Since he’s a drunk, let him be drunk.

Lu Feiran parked the car in the garage, left the window open, left the keys in the ignition, and went straight upstairs.

As soon as he entered the house, the puppy clung to him like a little shadow. Lu Feiran gave it a treat, put on its leash, and took it out for a walk, completely ignoring Lance lying in the garage.

Half an hour later, Lu Feiran dried the puppy’s paws and walked to the garage for a look.

The car was empty. Lance was no longer there.

Did he feel there was no response and left out of boredom? Or did his pride suffer, and he left because he didn’t want to be subservient anymore?

Who would like sleeping in a garage?

Lu Feiran’s lips curled up, seemingly satisfied with Lance’s departure. But only he knew he had glanced at the obviously empty passenger seat several times, as if expecting someone to magically appear there.

In the latter half of the night, the rain grew heavier. Lu Feiran slept soundly to the accompaniment of the nighttime rain.

Lance emerged from the empty room where Jin Zhan had stayed and walked into Lu Feiran’s study.

He picked up a sketchbook from the shelf and flipped through it. The subject of every drawing was Lu Feiran.

The wife he had chosen was lively and alluring in someone else’s drawings, yet only gave him cold indifference and tossed him into the garage.

Lance looked closely, turning each page gently, afraid of damaging the paper, simply because the person in the drawing was Lu Feiran.

Time flowed quietly. He put the sketchbook back in its place and left the study without a sound.

Since getting the dog, the door to Lu Feiran’s bedroom was no longer tightly closed to allow the puppy to come and go freely, which also made it easier for others.

Lance pushed the door open. The slight movement didn’t even wake the puppy. He took off his wet clothes, climbed into bed, and embraced Lu Feiran from behind. The mattress dipped. Lu Feiran’s body tilted slightly backward, falling into Lance’s arms.

Lance gently held his lover, treating him with the reverence of a lost-and-found treasure.

Lightly kissing a patch of pale, fragrant skin on the back of his neck, a look of dark amusement flashed in Lance’s eyes. He murmured: “Ranran, you see? You’ve gone soft on me again.”

Lance faking weakness to soften Lu Feiran before was a ruse, and so was this time.

Why could he always reel in this little fish with the same trick? Because the prey loved him very much.

Feeling pleased, Lance’s long fingers warmed under the covers before slipping beneath the hem of the shirt, pausing at the slender waist. His palm passed over the navel. The thin skin beneath his hand seemed to tremble.

Lance lightly licked and kissed Lu Feiran’s nape. The person in his arms continued to breathe evenly, without any abnormality, his limbs relaxed and sprawled out, sleeping comfortably.

He grew bolder, no longer satisfied with fleeting contact. He knelt on the bed, following the lips and chin, kissing downward…

His Ranran thought too highly of him.

He was never the moon, but a worm crawling on the ground, only able to look up, eventually forming a cocoon and flying up like a moth.

Friends-with-benefits was absolutely not the bottom line, and not getting married was impossible. This was Lance’s final ultimatum to Lu Feiran, delivered in the form of a pure, first-love-like confession.

If accepted, the story could have continued like a fairy tale.

But Lu Feiran still huddled in place, refusing to acknowledge his feelings. Lance was deeply disappointed.

Suddenly, a hand tightly gripped Lance’s hair. The sharp pain forced him to lift his head.

All the blood in his body surged to his heart. Lance was so excited that his eyelashes trembled. He arched his back, kneeling on top of Lu Feiran, his spine like a mountain, yet fragile enough to collapse at any moment.

His eyes were red, and bitter tears almost spilled from the corners.

He looked up and saw Lu Feiran’s pale, disbelieving face. His eyes, like black pearls, shone brightly. His beautiful, moist lips parted, but he was speechless.

Lu Feiran’s hair was slick with a fine layer of sweat. He awoke from an unbelievable dream, and when he opened his eyes, he couldn’t tell if reality or the dream was continuing.

In the dream, Lance, like an ever-present ghost, barged into his house. They tumbled onto the bed, and he climaxed so intensely that his skull felt like it was lifting off. The dream could no longer sustain itself and completely shattered.

What did he see upon waking up?

What was Lance doing underneath him?

A second person had appeared in the vast, empty house, but absolutely not in the way Lu Feiran had hoped.

He had assumed Lance had quietly slipped away. Who knew… He should have been more careful, but who checks every empty room in their house before going to sleep? Especially when he had a dog.

The puppy was too small to guard him.

Lu Feiran bit his lip, pulling Lance’s hair, intending to scold him, but was stopped by the look of obsession on Lance’s face.

After a moment’s thought, he applied more pressure to Lance’s head, pushing him down again.

“Keep going,” Lu Feiran said. “If you’ve got the guts, don’t stop.”

The startled puppy: “Woof.”