Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: Marriage or Overstaying Abroad? Lu Feiran was stunned. Who said anything about getting married…?

Lu Feiran certainly couldn’t fall asleep. He lay on the bed, curled up into a shrimp ball, examining the restraints tied around his thighs.

The leather strap was fastened with a metal clasp. It was smooth to the touch, and a blue light flashed when he approached it—a fingerprint lock.

Lu Feiran tried to slip the restraint off, but the strap was tightly secured around his thighs. He could feel it digging into his skin through his pants; it was terrifyingly tight.

He writhed back and forth for several minutes but couldn’t move the restraint at all.

It was no use; his hands were wrapped like balls, making it impossible to apply any force.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed, breathing lightly. He lifted his elbow to wipe the sweat from his forehead and called out twice into the air: “Lance! Lance!”

A current sound came from the bedside. Lu Feiran was startled, sat up, and looked toward the source of the sound.

Lance’s voice in the communicator was extremely magnetic and still calm: “Breakfast is still being prepared.”

“I want to leave the room!” Lu Feiran slammed his fist into the pillow, gritting his teeth.

“You may. I’ll come over,” Lance replied.

Maniac. Why install a communicator by the bed? Does he expect me to rely on someone else for everything, unable to even leave a room independently?

Impossible!

Lu Feiran was fuming. The moment the curtain was pulled back, he swiftly punched towards Lance’s tall nose.

His fist was caught and enveloped in a warm palm. Lance touched the bandage wrapped around his wrist and said, “If you don’t want to get out of bed, I can bring breakfast over for you.”

The cold, indifferent tone made Lu Feiran feel very uncomfortable. Was Lance threatening him?

“Do you think that by tying me up here, you can do whatever you want? That I can’t do anything to you—stranded in a foreign country, knowing no one, my passport gone, my phone lost—so you can bully me as you please? It must have been exhausting pretending back home!”

Lu Feiran’s tone wavered wildly, venting all his bottled-up frustration, which he himself didn’t even realize.

He was sitting half-bound on the bed, his face flushed red from anxiety and agitation. His eyes darted around, instinctively avoiding eye contact with Lance.

So pitiful, so cute.

Lance’s gaze softened slightly. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Lu Feiran into his arms, gently patting his trembling back. The slender young man hammered Lance’s chest hard with his “bun-like” fists.

Lance groaned softly and lifted Lu Feiran by the waist. “Let’s go down to eat.”

Lu Feiran couldn’t accept being treated like an invalid, unable to even walk by himself. Would Lance have to feed him next?

He had clearly promised before that he would listen to him and let Lance do whatever he wanted. He was willing to be a FWB or even a dog, acting subserviently and properly—but as soon as they left the country, he dropped the act!

I asked him directly, and Lance didn’t even defend himself! He admitted it!

The sense of security he had painstakingly cultivated quickly deflated like a burst balloon. Lu Feiran lowered his head, trying to minimize his presence, biting his lower lip to stop himself from appearing too helpless.

Holding Lu Feiran, Lance felt as if he held the entire world in his arms.

A strange country, an inescapable island, just the two of them. Lu Feiran couldn’t leave him. He no longer had to feel insecure.

This was their blissful home.

In this moment, Lance felt he didn’t need any medication. He was completely cured.

Lu Feiran was placed by Lance onto a chair at the dining table. The chair had soft cushions and backrests and was very comfortable.

He leaned back and watched Lance walk behind the counter, tie on an apron, and roll up his shirt sleeves, exposing his strong arms.

He had no appetite and didn’t care what he ate to sustain his life. He silently observed the unfamiliar house.

The entire house seamlessly blended archaic tradition with modern renovation.

The house was enormous. Lance had walked a long way while carrying him down. The high ceilings on every floor featured intricate relief carvings. Lu Feiran looked up closely, recognizing the pattern as “Apollo and the Goddess of Victory.”

He twisted his mouth in a sarcastic sneer: Apollo, Victory…

Lance prepared an original fusion dish based on Chinese cuisine. It was undeniably excellent in color, aroma, and taste. Lu Feiran believed Lance could rank among the best chefs globally.

But he didn’t want to eat anything. Everything here made him feel sick.

Lance didn’t even take off his apron. He just wiped his hands clean and walked around to stand behind Lu Feiran.

He thoughtfully unfolded a napkin for Lu Feiran and adjusted the position of the chair, doing his best to make Lu Feiran comfortable.

He picked up a pair of chopsticks, lifted a soft piece of egg, and held it to Lu Feiran’s lips, waiting for him to open his mouth and eat it.

A fire was raging in Lu Feiran’s heart, threatening to blow off his skull. His gaze shot sideways like a knife, scraping against Lance’s face.

But Lance’s expression remained placid, revealing no emotion. He patiently maintained the feeding gesture, looking as if he could wait indefinitely until Lu Feiran opened his mouth.

The stalemate held. No one moved. Lu Feiran finally broke the silence.

“Can’t I eat by myself?” Lu Feiran asked coldly. “Untie my hand.”

“No, you need my help,” Lance was impervious to persuasion.

“I don’t need it!” Lu Feiran shouted. “Are you insane? If you love taking care of people, go be a preschool teacher, a nanny, or a caregiver in a nursing home! Why are you taking care of me? I’m an independent adult. I don’t need you!”

His shouts echoed through the house, the reverberation landing back on them. The atmosphere instantly solidified.

Lu Feiran’s chest heaved violently from anger. His heart hammered frighteningly fast.

He gently pressed his “bun-like” fist against his chest, urging his heart to stop beating so rapidly.

Honestly… he’s going to die of anger sooner or later!

Lance could only register the words “I don’t need you,” which lingered around his ears like a cursed spell, refusing to dissipate.

He had been driven mad by Lu Feiran’s sudden departure. He had managed to hold onto his sanity only by clinging to the idea of getting Lu Feiran back.

But why, now that he was right here, did Lu Feiran still say… he didn’t need him?

Lu Feiran was right. He really was a maniac, a maniac with an obsession only for Lu Feiran.

He crouched down, then knelt on the floor, resting his upper body on Lu Feiran’s legs. The touch of the leather restraint on Lu Feiran’s thigh confirmed that Lu Feiran couldn’t leave, which finally calmed him down.

Lu Feiran watched Lance’s light golden head rubbing against his legs, his nose practically burrowing into the space between his thighs. His impending rage was suddenly blocked, unable to erupt.

In the end, he could only grind his teeth and repeat: “I don’t need your help.”

Lance had a large frame. Cuddling under the table looking aggrieved was inappropriate. Lu Feiran lifted his leg, signaling for him to get up quickly.

However, when Lance raised his head, he broke into a bright, dazzling smile that stunned Lu Feiran.

What is he laughing at?

“There are only two of us here. Who do you want to help you?” Lance asked. “We will live together forever, just the two of us. Who do you want to help?”

His focus was oddly distorted, as if he desperately needed Lu Feiran to name a second person he could call upon.

Lu Feiran swallowed hard, looking at Lance’s brilliant smile, and once again lamented: He truly is a lunatic.

Feeling an indescribable strangeness, Lu Feiran sensed that Lance was different than before. He seemed stuck in a strange maze, unable to get out.

Lu Feiran’s intuition had always been sharp. This new discovery silenced him. He couldn’t continue to yell at Lance or try to reason with him.

If he provoked Lance any further, he might have a mental breakdown.

Lu Feiran sat up straight, took his hands off the table, and gently touched Lance’s face with his “bun” hands.

Lance’s eyelashes fluttered excitedly. He immediately rubbed his face against the rough gauze, hard and repeatedly, his cheeks turning red.

“What I mean is, if you untie my hand, I can eat by myself. You won’t need to bother feeding me. You’ll be tired if you have to cook and take care of me,” Lu Feiran tried to persuade him with a calm tone. He almost felt like a preschool teacher himself.

Lance sneered, completely unconvinced: “Lying to me again? Untie your hand, and you’ll consider undoing the restraints on your legs. What’s next? Will you consider leaving me again?”

Lu Feiran stopped talking.

“Don’t even think about it. There are no phones on the island, and all trips are arranged by me. Unless you swim to the opposite shore, you can’t leave,” Lance smiled. “Baby, can you swim?”

Lu Feiran’s mind worked quickly. He immediately retorted: “Since I can’t leave, why are you tying me up and restricting me like this? You know I can’t swim, and besides, even if I could, I couldn’t swim across the ocean, right? What are you afraid of?”

“You know perfectly well what I’m afraid of,” Lance said seriously. “I’m afraid you’ll leave me. I only feel secure when you’re tied up. Don’t try to coax me. It won’t work.”

His logic was clear. He was still a distance away from becoming a true madman.

Lu Feiran was completely out of options. The hunger in his stomach was becoming more noticeable. He nudged Lance. “Get up. I want to eat.”

The tone carried a mix of helplessness and resignation.

Lance obligingly stood up, wrapped his arms around him from behind, and fed him bite by bite. His craving was gradually satisfied. After finishing the meal, he calmed down significantly.

The meal went easier than Lance had imagined. He had even expected Lu Feiran to overturn the dish or dump the soup bowl on his face, leaving him on edge.

He wasn’t afraid of being humiliated, but due to the time constraint, he hadn’t prepared extras. If the meal was spilled, Lu Feiran might get a stomach ache if he missed the feeding time.

Lu Feiran was obedient, like a gentle little animal, eating every bite he was fed.

After the last bite, Lance wiped Lu Feiran’s mouth with a napkin. Seeing his downcast face, he decided to give him a little reward.

“It’s time to change the dressing on your hand.”

As expected, Lu Feiran’s eyes instantly lit up. He turned his head sharply to look at Lance.

Lu Feiran had been prepared to wait until tomorrow or the day after to discuss removing the gauze. He had completely forgotten about the need to change the dressing!

“Great, hurry up, hurry up,” Lu Feiran urged impatiently.

His slender, neat eyebrows nearly flew up. His eyes sparkled with life, completely different from his previous dejection.

Lance looked at him, momentarily forgetting to fetch the medical kit.

This wasn’t a reward for Lu Feiran; it was clearly a reward for himself.

Lance loved seeing Lu Feiran smile, seeing him lively and exuberant. He would be infected by his joy.

But if Lu Feiran wouldn’t smile while staying with him, Lance would decisively choose the selfish option.

I’m sorry, Baby. Love me. That way, we can both be happy.

Lance left briefly. Taking the opportunity to hide his complex emotions, he returned and untied the gauze on Lu Feiran’s hand, noticing Lu Feiran’s grimacing expression out of the corner of his eye.

“If you had come with me, none of this would have happened,” Lance said.

“It hurts so much. You really can’t keep it bandaged. I think it’s better to leave the wound exposed after applying the medicine!” Lu Feiran exaggerated, playing along. “Otherwise, the new skin will stick to the gauze, and it’ll kill me when you tear it off to change the dressing!”

Lance paused, hesitating.

Lu Feiran continued, “Don’t make me hurt over and over. Just leave it uncovered after you clean it up. It will heal quickly for sure.”

The cool medicine was sprayed onto the wound. Lu Feiran hissed, watching the hand holding the new gauze with extreme tension. When he saw Lance put the gauze away, he finally exhaled a long sigh of relief.

Perfect!

Lance watched Lu Feiran silently, his expression unreadable. “Can I trust you?”

“If you untie my hand, what am I going to do? Do you want me to write a guarantee!” Lu Feiran regained his self-assurance. “Alright, the next hand.”

The gauze on his left hand was removed very slowly, so slowly that Lu Feiran grew impatient. What was Lance hesitating about?

Sensing Lance’s obvious change in attitude, Lu Feiran was no longer afraid. Finding Lance too slow, he urged him on.

Finally, the last layer of gauze was removed. A sharp pain shot through the wound, but Lu Feiran was mostly excited. He brought his hand up to blow on the wound, then suddenly noticed something on his ring finger.

While Lu Feiran was distracted, Lance slid a document and a pen toward him.

Lu Feiran turned his head to look.

Antrag auf Eheschließung?

What does that mean?

Lance pointed to the end of the form. “Your hand is untied. You can sign now. Sign here.”

“…What form is this?” Lu Feiran looked a bit blank. “I can’t sign a document I don’t understand.”

“Marriage registration form. You just need to sign it. I’ll fill in the rest,” Lance said.

Lu Feiran was stunned. Who said anything about getting married…?