Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Captivity – Even though he had been prepared, it was difficult to accept…

After filing the report at the police station, the adrenaline had long faded, and the burning pain on the back of Lu Feiran’s hand brought tears to the corners of his eyes.

I was going to be robbed anyway, I should have just let go earlier.

Fortunately, he had cash in his pocket. Lu Feiran asked the police for the address of a nearby hospital, planning to treat his wound first and call the consulate in the morning.

Among the officers on duty was a young man with brown hair, a native English speaker, around Lu Feiran’s age, with an especially infectious smile.

He said he had traveled to various countries around the world during his school days, visited several cities in China, and really loved the country. He insisted on taking Lu Feiran to the hospital to check his wound.

Lu Feiran found it hard to refuse the warm invitation, and since it was late and he didn’t dare walk alone at night again, he accepted.

On the way, the officer asked, “I can lend you my phone. You should notify your travel companions. It’s so late, and they’ll be worried if you haven’t returned.”

Lu Feiran lightly blew on the back of his hand. “It’s fine, I came alone.”

The officer shook his head and exaggeratedly said, “An Asian like you walking alone at night is like a lamb or a bunny carrying a large amount of gold coins in those people’s eyes. After the New Year’s event, you should have taken a taxi straight back to your hotel.”

“There were too many people, it was hard to get a taxi at that time,” Lu Feiran said. “When I left the hotel, I walked only a short distance, and I thought I could easily walk back.”

“Alright, let me confirm, your last name is… Lu?”

The officer repeated Lu Feiran’s name a few times. His pronunciation was slightly strange, but fortunately, “Lu” wasn’t a difficult word, and the officer pronounced it fairly accurately.

The police car stopped at the hospital entrance.

“Yes, why?”

“You need to fill out a medical information form. Do you remember your passport number? I’ll help you fill it out. Your hand might be inconvenient.” The officer opened the car door for Lu Feiran, smiling kindly.

Lu Feiran felt completely at ease. He thanked the officer and entered the nighttime emergency room with him.

The nurse at the front desk handed Lu Feiran a form. After telling the officer the main details, he went to the restroom to briefly clean off the dirt he’d gotten on himself.

As soon as Lu Feiran’s figure disappeared completely behind the restroom door, the officer’s smile faded. Frowning, he took a photo of the completed form and sent it to someone.

Soon, a reply came back: [Target confirmed. Please ensure he remains at the current location.]

The officer put away his phone, saw Lu Feiran return, smiled warmly at him, gave him instructions on the consultation procedure, and said he would wait with him.

Lu Feiran was nearly terrified by the foreign medical efficiency. They told him they were short-staffed and he would have to wait until 6:00 AM!

He felt bad asking the officer to waste time waiting with him and insisted he could manage alone.

The officer glanced at him and agreed.

Lu Feiran sat in the chair, complaining internally: Don’t they even have time to disinfect my hand and apply a simple bandage?

He didn’t want to dry-wait here all night and decided to go back to his hotel to get a first-aid kit. But as he was about to exit the hospital, a young nurse ran over and stopped him.

The nurse spoke to him in English with a French accent: “Sir, please come to my duty room. We have a folding bed where you can rest for a while. I will come to bandage you shortly.”

Lu Feiran didn’t doubt her. He was easily persuaded to return and sat on the folding bed in the duty room, waiting for the nurse to come back with the disinfection supplies.

He didn’t know how long passed. Lu Feiran gently leaned back on the folding bed and closed his eyes. His consciousness gradually blurred. Only the scorching heat of the injured skin on his hand reminded him of its existence.

He heard the door open and forced his eyes open just a crack, seeing the nurse in white standing before him. He peacefully closed his eyes again.

If he wasn’t allowed to sleep here, the nurse would surely wake him up. Just let him rest briefly.

He was truly exhausted, finally able to relax…

…

The sleep was deep and dark. In his dream, Lu Feiran kept slowly falling. A breeze brushed past his ears. The slight sensation of weightlessness was like a cradle, soothing him until he lost all instinct to resist.

Finally, he landed. His legs twitched, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

It was pitch black.

This was not the hospital. Not the duty room.

Lu Feiran’s heart skipped a beat. He instinctively raised his hand to rub his eyes but found his hand was just a round ball!

Like Doraemon’s hand… Had his fingers been chopped off!

【He insisted I marry him. I refused, so he locked me up, tied me down, and wanted to cut off my fingers, telling me, ‘If you won’t wear mine, you won’t wear anyone else’s…’】

Lu Feiran suddenly recalled the nonsense he had spouted to Lu Xingli, panicked, and tried to sit up, but found his feet were completely immobilized. Leather restraints were tightly bound around both ankles, and his thighs were also tied, pressed closely together.

In his panic, he accidentally rolled off the bed, but the expected pain didn’t come. Beneath him was a soft, thick carpet. He felt like he had fallen into a cloud.

Looking at his hands again, he could faintly see they were wrapped in gauze. Some medication had been applied to the back of his hand, and the wound no longer hurt.

But… was it necessary to wrap his entire hand?

Lu Feiran’s heart finally settled, but the restricted state of his legs made his heart feel stuck in his throat, neither up nor down.

This was definitely not a hospital! A hospital wouldn’t tie him up, nor would it have such a large bed, nor carpet the floor!

Who is it?

Lu Feiran forced himself to calm down. In the silent room, he could only hear his own heartbeat. He concentrated, meticulously surveying his surroundings, and vaguely heard the sound of water outside the window…

It was the sound of waves hitting the rocks. Was he by the sea?

His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, allowing him to roughly make out the interior furnishings.

The room was large, covered with white carpet. In the center was a classical four-poster bed with draperies drawn on all sides, like a medieval lady’s chamber.

Other than that, the room contained nothing—no decorations or ornaments. It didn’t look like a room people lived in at all.

Lu Feiran curled up on the floor. His hands, wrapped like buns in gauze, were completely useless for undoing the leg restraints. He could only press his forehead and force himself to think of a solution.

Whose people kidnapped him?

Lu Feiran immediately thought of Zhai Qiance. Was that man still in prison now? Zhai Qiance must hate him. Would he seek revenge?

But Lu Feiran didn’t think Zhai Qiance would provide him with tolerable living conditions if he were kidnapping him.

Last time, Zhai Qiance had been willing to hire a killer and fabricate a car accident, a cliff fall, and a fire, intending to kill him outright.

If not Zhai Qiance, then who?

Lu Feiran had a weird feeling that the person who kidnapped him didn’t hate him. Otherwise, he would have been tortured until he woke up, not waking up comfortably in a bed.

It was too strange. It defied common sense.

Lu Feiran began trying to estimate the time again. He couldn’t see a clock, but judging by the sensation in his stomach, it couldn’t have been more than 12 hours. Otherwise, he would definitely be in severe pain from not eating for so long.

So it should be daytime now. But if it was daytime, why wasn’t any light penetrating the room?

He dared not make a sound, fearing he would attract the unknown kidnapper.

Struggling to adjust his posture, Lu Feiran crawled on the carpet, intending to inch his way out.

He carefully crawled toward the foot of the bed. The wool carpet rubbed against his elbows and knees, amplifying the itching. His movement was clumsy, desolate, and pathetic.

Lu Feiran buried his face in his elbow, sniffled, and regretted his decision to go abroad alone.

Would he ever see the morning sun again?

He thought of the little Bernese Mountain Dog, his Second Aunt, Zhou Zihua… and Lance.

He had to go home!

Lu Feiran braced himself, swallowed his sadness and despair, hunched his shoulders, and continued forward.

He stopped. Behind the bedpost, he saw a pair of gray slippers, causing the hair on his body to stand on end and the back of his throat to turn bitter. In fear, he looked up.

He saw a pair of cold, emotionless green eyes.

Lu Feiran instantly lost all his strength, dissolving into a puddle on the floor. Yet, he stubbornly kept his head raised, staring upwards, his eyes red and unblinking.

Why? Why was it Lance?

There was not a trace of a smile on that face, nor any anger. All emotion was sealed deep inside an unknown abyss. The outward expression was as cold as a statue, looking down at Lu Feiran on the floor.

He didn’t know when Lance had entered. He might have been standing there, watching him struggle for a long time, but hadn’t said a word, merely observing with cold eyes.

The tears Lu Feiran had been holding back finally spilled over. Transparent drops rolled down one after another, blurring his vision.

At least he wasn’t kidnapped by criminals, so he didn’t have to worry about dying at any moment.

But seeing Lance here was hardly a cause for celebration. His mind felt like it was exploding, unable to think.

After a long while, Lu Feiran asked in a hoarse voice, “Where am I? I want to go home.”

Lance slowly crouched down. His cold fingers gently wiped away his tears one by one, then lifted his chin, examining him from side to side, as if confirming that the person in front of him was the lover he was looking for.

Lu Feiran was utterly thrown by his gaze. Lance’s movements and expression were completely unfamiliar, more terrifying than any mood swing before.

He seemed very, very angry.

Lu Feiran opened his mouth several times but couldn’t utter a single word. His current situation was not much different from being kidnapped. His hands and legs were restrained, leaving him with no freedom.

Lance merely continued to examine him, his gaze icy and sharp, his expression alarming. Lu Feiran couldn’t even stand up for himself.

“I want to go home!” Lu Feiran said, looking down, sounding fierce but lacking conviction.

After a long time, Lance steadily lifted Lu Feiran and gently placed him back into the four-poster bed with the draperies, his actions still soft and careful. But the words he spoke were enough to make one feel they were standing in the dead of winter.

“Baby, you are the one who wanted to leave home. Which home do you want to return to? This is our new home. You don’t need to go anywhere.”

“What does that mean? Lance, where is this?” Lu Feiran suddenly looked up.

“This is our home,” Lance repeated patiently, time after time.

Lu Feiran grew anxious: “You know what I’m asking. What is the geographical location of this place? Stop joking. It’s not funny.”

Lance drew the sheer curtain around the bed and answered evasively: “Sleep. It’s still morning. Get some rest, and I’ll call you for a meal.”

Seeing that Lance was determined not to answer his question, Lu Feiran suddenly lifted his bound legs, intending to kick him, but his ankles were grabbed and tucked into the blanket.

“You’re a maniac! Why did you kidnap me?” Lu Feiran shouted. “I admit leaving without a word was a little excessive, but if I had told you, would you have let me go? I just wanted some time alone, and before half a day passed, you’re clinging to me again… I’m sorry, okay?”

The curtain concealed Lance’s face, preventing Lu Feiran from seeing his expression or knowing if he had been persuaded.

Lu Feiran’s heart was pounding. His tone softened: “I’m… sorry. Just untie me first.”

A real man knows when to yield. Apologizing temporarily is fine. Lance must be angry. I’ll argue with him again in a couple of days, Lu Feiran thought.

He heard a brief laugh from outside the curtains, as if mocking his naivete.

Lance: “You’ll be here for the rest of your life. Is there a need to untie you?”

“Wh—” Lu Feiran nearly bit his tongue.

“You don’t like staying in China. I’ve fulfilled your wish,” Lance said. “Live here forever with me. I’ll take care of everything for you. You won’t need to walk, and you won’t need to do anything yourself. Is there any reason to untie you?”

He stood outside the curtains, only a tall outline visible. Even his voice seemed distorted.

“Are you insane? I’m on a tourist visa! If you don’t let me leave, I’ll overstay it illegally!” Lu Feiran’s voice trembled. He twisted his body, trying to stand up, but fell again and again, his black hair flying wildly, covering his red eyes.

Lance pulled back the curtain, revealing his first smile of the day.

His hand gently caressed Lu Feiran’s goose-pimpled cheek and neck. He looked at him with affection and said, “Marry me, and you’ll have status. Or overstay illegally. I don’t mind.”

Lu Feiran completely failed to understand Lance. It was as if a beautiful facade had been torn open in front of him, revealing the grotesque demon beneath.

He was left in the large four-poster bed. The curtains were drawn, and Lance’s figure blurred again.

Lu Feiran stared blankly in the direction Lance had left, shaking uncontrollably. His body sank into the soft bedding. The corners of his eyes were wet and red. He bit his lip, preventing himself from making a sound of despair.

He looked somewhat like an imprisoned princess.

Even though he had been prepared, it was difficult to accept Lance’s love, which was this deranged.

Lu Feiran tentatively called it “love.” He found it unimaginable that someone would go to such lengths to find a person, then kidnap them, only to marry that person.

Did he even have a choice?