Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Invasion – “Do me a favor. I plan to go abroad for a while…”

In a daze, Lu Feiran saw a flash of excited crimson in Lance’s eyes.

The man hovering over him had an impossibly familiar face, yet his expression was a terrifying sight that was utterly unfamiliar. He was like a lone beast starved for months, tearing eagerly at sweet meat. Every micro-expression proclaimed his insatiability.

Lu Feiran desperately looked at the tightly closed bedroom door and windows. The puppy whined a few times, wagged its tail, and came over.

He bit his lower lip to suppress any extraneous noise. Instinctively, he tightened his grip on the resilient hair in his palm, forcefully pushing Lance’s head down.

At this, the noble head fully submitted before him. Lu Feiran couldn’t stop trembling. He trembled as he tried to call for a stop, but it was futile.

In the dark room, a subtle redness stained the corners of his eyes, and tears streamed down silently.

He could only clutch tightly at the thin sheets, using the leverage to force himself to swallow his breaths and cries.

He ought to be free of desire, capable of withdrawing in time. Otherwise, why would he allow Lance to do this?

But he seemed to have miscalculated.

The puppy lay its head on the bedside, licking his taut hand, purring in its throat, looking at them with confusion, utterly unable to comprehend what game its two owners were playing.

Lu Feiran’s wet, shimmering eyes met the puppy’s gaze. He immediately snapped back to sobriety, regaining control of his body. He bent his knee and bumped Lance’s chest and abdomen, wanting him to stop.

Help, help, help, don’t keep going!

How could they do this in front of a child!!

“Enough, don’t…”

“I don’t understand, baby,” Lance was deaf to his words, uttering a phrase in a language Lu Feiran couldn’t understand.

Lu Feiran only heard the command for “continue”; the rest… he didn’t understand Chinese.

What does that mean? Lu Feiran thought, terrified. He should demand that Lance only speak Chinese or English, no other languages, especially not in bed.

Amidst Lu Feiran’s unease, the slender fingers gripping the top of Lance’s head suddenly tightened, pulling the hair and tugging at the scalp. The sensation of stinging pain kept coming, but Lance had no intention of stopping.

What if he was discovered? He had been permitted.

Although he would have done whatever he wanted regardless, the implicit knowledge that Lu Feiran had allowed him to indulge his desires was like being injected with the maximum dose of adrenaline.

The anxiousness in his heart exploded like fireworks. Lance felt like a teenager again, lacking self-control, only knowing how to vent and demand.

But he had to stop. The rope had been pulled tight, and his scalp was hurting badly.

Lance forcibly suppressed his internal dissatisfaction, licked the corner of his mouth, and looked up. He saw Lu Feiran’s entire face had flushed pink, his mouth slightly open, wiping away the overflowing drool, continuously blinking to maintain a semblance of consciousness.

Lu Feiran’s vision was still blurry and watery. He couldn’t see clearly and didn’t know what state Lance was in.

He was afraid Lance wouldn’t listen and would start again. His hand involuntarily tightened its grip, and he only released it after hearing a sharp “hiss.”

But he actually felt incredibly good; his head was about to explode. At that moment, he was willing to cast all past events aside.

Lu Feiran struggled to control his excitement, dragging his mind back from the heavens to reality. He used a husky voice to carefully coax Lance down: “Get up first.”

Lance propped himself up on his arms, moved to the bedside, and gave Lu Feiran a wet kiss.

Lu Feiran immediately closed his eyes, shallowing his breathing, pretending his feelings were not intense.

Lance rubbed his chin against Lu Feiran’s, then swayed gently, making him open his eyes. He smiled warmly in Lu Feiran’s hazy vision, his Adam’s apple noticeably bobbing.

He swallowed it…

Then, Lance lay down close to Lu Feiran’s face, their golden and black hair mingling, looking very compliant.

Lu Feiran’s entire body stiffened. He released the breath he had been holding in his chest all at once, his hair fluttering slightly.

He lifted his still-sore hand and wiped his lips.

The taste was so strange. Why on earth did he have to…?

He was utterly speechless. He pushed Lance away and scooted into the corner of the bed.

“Is something unsatisfactory, President Lu?” Lance licked the corner of his mouth, smiling sweetly as he moved closer. “Am I a qualified friend-with-benefits?”

He was still damp, and even after taking off his clothes, he felt slightly cool.

Lu Feiran didn’t want him to touch him and shrunk away slightly.

He heard Lance let out a drawn-out sigh: “President Lu hasn’t contacted me for several days. It seems I’m not doing enough.”

Saying this, he sat up again, his hand reaching into Lu Feiran’s shirt.

The cool fingertips touched the warm, slightly damp skin. Lu Feiran shivered, dodged him, and stammered: “S-satisfied, qualified. Don’t come again. I need to sleep.”

This was simply shooting himself in the foot.

The moment he saw Lance, he was shocked and angry. How could Lance trespass into his home like this?!

But then he had a change of heart: Fine, since Lance wants it, let him have his fill, in this manner!

But Lu Feiran hadn’t expected Lance to enjoy it so much, acting as if he were on stimulants. Didn’t he feel humiliated?

By the time he wanted to refuse, it was too late.

This shouldn’t have happened. This was entirely wrong.

He couldn’t give a shameless lunatic like Lance even a sliver of an opportunity!

Once Lu Feiran’s breathing stabilized, Lance propped himself up and leaned in to kiss him again. Their wet lips pressed together. Lu Feiran instinctively tried to evade, but dodging further would make him fall off the bed, so he was pulled back by Lance.

The puppy was still making small noises by the bedside. Lu Feiran looked at it and said: “You woke him up.”

His cheeks were suddenly gripped. Lu Feiran’s head was held motionless, staring blankly at Lance, seeing a kind, gentle, delicate smile appear on his face.

“It’s just a dog. Ignore it.”

Lance climbed on top, and they embraced, nose rubbing against nose, lip against lip, tracing Lu Feiran’s features with his nose and mouth.

If Lance hadn’t trespassed, when would Lu Feiran have invited him over?

Maybe never, maybe never. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Lance carefully cradled his lover’s face, as if it were snow that might melt quickly, daring not to use any force, fearing his closeness might hasten the melting.

He waited quietly for the verdict. After the passion faded, would he be told to leave again?

The silent time felt like torture, but he hoped this rare tranquility could last a little longer, just a little longer.

Lu Feiran thought of nothing. He only knew that this was comfortable right now—at least physically comfortable—which aligned with his philosophy of living for the moment.

But indulgence always came with a price. If Lance stayed today, could he easily make him leave?

“You’re too much,” Lu Feiran closed his eyes, his moist eyelashes clumped together like the tail feathers of a swallow.

Lance smoothed his sweat-dampened black hair, his gaze gently enveloping him: “I’m just being diligent.”

“Did I ask you to come?” Lu Feiran frowned. “You should know what trespassing is. Not calling the police is my kindness to you.”

“But this is the home we’ll live in together in the future. It’s been decorated for so long, and I haven’t even had a chance to visit,” Lance said, sounding slightly wronged, while holding Lu Feiran.

I won’t live with you, and I won’t move in with you, Lu Feiran thought.

But he didn’t say it. That statement was definitely not suitable for the current situation.

Lu Feiran turned onto his side, curling up with his back to Lance, and wiped his damp eye corners: “I really need to sleep.”

The puppy, neglected for a while, was still wagging its tail by the bedside, letting out two small barks to attract Lu Feiran’s attention. Its eyes rolled, seemingly asking him what their two owners were doing just now.

Lu Feiran rubbed the puppy’s head: “You sleep too, baby.”

Lance: “…”

Lance: “Did you name him?”

Lu Feiran casually said: “No. I haven’t thought of one.”

“Then I will—”

“No,” Lu Feiran interrupted him. “You are not its owner. I am.”

Lu Feiran opened his eyes. His dark eyes, devoid of lust, glanced sideways at Lance. The contrast between black and white was stark—pupils and whites, black hair and skin—a picture of cold arrogance.

Lance froze for a moment, then continued to embrace him from behind. They were pressed together. He said: “Fine, I won’t name him, but don’t call him ‘baby’.”

He made a few hand gestures towards the puppy, and the puppy immediately sat down quietly.

“…I suspect you’ve trained my dog,” Lu Feiran suddenly said, watching the scene.

It was so strange. Why did the puppy show no reaction to the person who suddenly appeared in the house? Was it too young, with no sense of territory?

Lu Feiran didn’t understand. He thought he might be overthinking it, jumping at shadows. How could Lance have trained his dog?

Lance neither confirmed nor denied it. He gently touched Lu Feiran’s stomach and whispered, “Sleep.”

…

The next day was the Winter Solstice. Lu Feiran had already arranged to visit Zhou Zihua’s house.

Lance hadn’t left yet. He took a shower in the morning and served Lu Feiran breakfast in a bathrobe, telling him to eat in bed.

Lu Feiran held the plate, resting it lightly on his bent knees.

The milk was at the perfect temperature, comfortable to drink. The salmon was just fried, cooked to perfection, soft and springy, and tasted excellent.

Ever since Lu Yuanyuan only had Lu Feiran in it, Aunt Chen unconsciously treated him like a child, providing round-the-clock, meticulous care.

Lu Feiran was grateful, but he didn’t want that. He changed Aunt Chen’s working hours to only the afternoon and evening.

Consequently, he usually just scrambled together some sort of breakfast for himself—edible, but very ordinary.

It had been a long time since he’d had such a satisfying breakfast at home.

“Have you ever considered switching careers to become a chef?” Lu Feiran joked.

Lance shook his head: “I don’t do things with a low cost-benefit ratio.”

“Then what is the cost-benefit ratio of making breakfast for me?” Lu Feiran followed up.

Lance used one hand to wipe away the milk foam from the corner of Lu Feiran’s mouth, saying: “It’s infinite if you accept it.”

So Lu Feiran nodded, calmly accepting everything. The atmosphere between him and Lance could even be described as warm, as if no arguments had ever happened and they had never separated.

Lance smiled, took a comb, and slowly groomed Lu Feiran’s messy hair. The hair was soft and fluffy, pleasant to the touch.

As his fingers ran through his hair, Lu Feiran lowered his eyes, finished the breakfast on the plate, and casually handed the dirty plate over.

Lance took the plate and pressed a kiss onto Lu Feiran’s forehead.

After Lance left, Lu Feiran lifted his chin, his dark eyes staring at the spot where Lance had left. Only when he was sure Lance was downstairs did he slowly relax.

Although he had slept soundly at night, he woke up at the slightest movement in the morning.

It was said that nighttime was not suitable for making decisions because the night often made people emotional, leading to irrational choices.

Lu Feiran found this viewpoint to be very accurate.

Who could sleep peacefully when such a large person suddenly appeared in their house in the middle of the night? Especially when that person had malicious intentions!

Lu Feiran’s heart was knotted up, and he didn’t feel good. But he wasn’t afraid. He was just… shocked by the extent of Lance’s lunacy again.

He hadn’t asked Lance how he found out his whereabouts, but upon reflection, he suspected there was a tracker on the car.

Unlike a phone, the car was parked in the garage every day, making it easy to tamper with.

And there must be some form of surveillance near Lu Yuanyuan. Whenever he sat in the living room, he felt like he was being watched.

He thought he was being too sensitive, overly imaginative, but on the day Qi Yang came… Why did Lance suddenly call him dozens of times?

Unless… something very urgent had happened.

And during that time, he was in the RV with Qi Yang choosing a dog.

Lance must have seen it through some means, but couldn’t rush over, so he called like a maniac.

After that, Lance must have started trying every possible way to enter Lu Yuanyuan.

The absurd yet alarmingly plausible deduction made Lu Feiran’s whole body stiffen. All the details connected at once, weaving a dense, airtight net that covered him, making him deeply uneasy.

He couldn’t hide himself behind walls of iron. If there was a crack, Lance would crawl in.

Lance had formally breached Lu Yuanyuan.

Lu Feiran got out of bed and noticed the little Bernese Mountain Dog was no longer in the room. His eyebrows lifted. He walked out and stood by the railing on the second floor, watching Lance below training the dog to eat on command.

Unknowingly, his life had been invasively infiltrated. Even the little Bernese Mountain Dog had been trained by Lance.

Lu Feiran watched for a while, then tapped the wooden railing. The sound startled Lance and the puppy. They both looked up, staring at the black-haired young man upstairs.

“Zhou Zihua invited me to their house today,” Lu Feiran said from above.

Lance smiled easily and said: “Good. What time? I’ll drive you?”

Lu Feiran’s mind spun, and he moved the agreed time forward: “Noon.”

He went downstairs. Footsteps echoed on the stairs, and the little Bernese Mountain Dog immediately ran over, fawning over him.

His previously cold heart softened a bit. Lu Feiran picked it up, cradled it on his lap, and quietly scolded it: “You like being trained? Is your brain not working right?”

But the little Bernese Mountain Dog always remembered who chose it, who brought it home. It lay on Lu Feiran’s lap, rolling around, loving the smell of its owner.

Lance came over and lifted it by the scruff of its neck to put it back on the floor.

Lu Feiran glanced at him and said: “When are you leaving?”

Lance replied without answering the question: “I don’t have any clothes here. I’ll have someone send some over.”

Not a set, but some.

Lu Feiran heard this and lay down on the sofa. The little Bernese Mountain Dog climbed back onto him. Lance tried to shoo it away, but Lu Feiran stopped him, holding it on his lap as they watched TV together.

He could only hold this puppy while it was a baby. If he missed this period, he wouldn’t be able to carry it when it grew up.

The Saturday morning passed quickly. When Lu Feiran knocked on Zhou Zihua’s door, he looked confused.

“Why are you here so early? We haven’t even wrapped the dumplings yet.”

Lu Feiran sat down on the sofa with a serious expression: “Do me a favor. I plan to go abroad for a while.”