Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Fishing – This was a completely proactive embrace that made Lance…

Lu Feiran was draped over Lance, one hand looped around his neck, the other resting on his firm chest.

He looked docile, his eyes half-closed, letting Lance play with his hair and kiss his neck. He occasionally let out a soft sound, completely acquiescent.

But he hadn’t stopped thinking for a moment.

He needed to return home, but for now, he had to placate Lance—at least long enough to get a communication device or a chance to leave the island.

What was the next step? Distant help was useless for an immediate threat. He could only try calling the embassy, but what would he say? That he was kidnapped by criminals? Should he exaggerate the situation?

No, that would turn into an international incident.

Besides… the situation didn’t actually seem that serious.

Should he just pretend to agree to sign the marriage form? It couldn’t be that he’d be “married” without being physically present, right?

That was also risky. Lance might genuinely be able to pull it off.

He glanced at the window, which was covered by curtains. The glass there seemed to have some special coating, preventing any light from penetrating. If he truly stayed in bed all the time, he wouldn’t even be able to distinguish between day and night.

This was terrifying. This place truly was a dark room.

Perhaps Lance had initially intended this: to create an isolated cage, stingy even with sunlight, allowing only air to circulate.

He would be the only living creature in the cage, dependent on Lance for the rest of his life.

But Lance hadn’t followed through. Though he did some extreme things, he seemed to have been chastised by a single slap.

The hands holding Lu Feiran had moved below his navel, covering his lower abdomen. The warmth was comforting, and Lu Feiran didn’t object, remaining quietly nestled.

Unable to figure out a way to leave the island, Lu Feiran gradually grew drowsy. Perhaps the morning’s commotion, followed by the stillness after lunch, caused his eyelids to droop. Before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up again, Lu Feiran was alone in the vast bed. The room was still dim, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night.

Suddenly, a furry sensation brushed against his leg. Lu Feiran was startled and quickly sat up, seeing the little Bernese Mountain Dog playing with his calf on the bed.

“Woof woof!”

“Baby, what are you doing here!”

Lu Feiran picked up the puppy, rolled around on the bed with him, and kissed the top of the dog’s head repeatedly.

…

On the bleak winter sea at dusk, a small boat was anchored not far from the shore, drifting slowly with the waves.

The sea wind felt like tiny blades against the face, cold and painful.

The phone resting on the support stand clearly transmitted the image of Lu Feiran enthusiastically kissing the dog. Lance watched with cold eyes, showing little emotion. He sat on the edge of the dinghy, watching the bright red bobber on the dark blue sea surface.

The soft light from the boat shone on the sea. The bobber twitched, but Lance was still staring blankly at the phone screen, missing the best time to yank the rod.

When he checked the hook, the bait was gone.

He was distracted. He hadn’t managed to catch a single fish from afternoon till nightfall.

He felt terrible. Lance didn’t know when his empathy had become so strong. Seeing Lu Feiran cry made him question whether he was doing the wrong thing.

This island in the Baltic Sea was his last resort. If he couldn’t get Lu Feiran’s signature within 29 days, he wouldn’t be able to stand himself anymore.

All his efforts would be meaningless, and even his own existence would be meaningless.

But right now, he wanted to catch a fish for dinner.

Lance turned off the phone screen, took off his waterproof shell jacket, revealing his body encased in a black cashmere sweater, and re-baited the hook.

The wind picked up.

…

Lu Feiran ran up and down the stairs with the little Bernese Mountain Dog, unable to find Lance. He called out several times to the bedside communicator but received no response.

Strange. Isn’t it better if he leaves me alone? Why does my heart feel so empty?

He pushed the strange emotion aside and began searching everywhere for his luggage, sparing neither the attic nor the underground wine cellar.

But he found nothing.

His luggage wasn’t here at all!

Lu Feiran grew anxious. As the sky darkened, where had Lance gone? Was he really going to abandon him on this isolated island?

If no one tended to him for a week, he would be nothing but a dried corpse.

Lance should be responsible for him!

He found a room with a particularly large balcony that held several telescopes of varying sizes.

Lu Feiran rolled up his sleeves, wrapped himself in the warm blanket, and looked through the largest telescope.

The grey-blue sky was close enough to touch through the lens—it was an excellent astronomical telescope.

It would be nice to look at the stars on a clear night.

He moved to another spot, using a slightly smaller telescope. He adjusted the angle left and right, aiming it at the sea.

In his sight, a white boat of indeterminable size was anchored on the sea surface. A man in a black sweater on the deck was tightly gripping a fishing rod, wrestling with something beneath the waves.

The fish must have been huge. It was repeatedly pulled almost to the surface before thrashing its tail and diving back down, trying to break free from the hook.

The white spray kicked up by the fish’s tail splashed Lance. His light gold hair looked even more striking in the dusk.

Lu Feiran held his breath for him. His palms were soaked with sweat, and he gripped the telescope tightly, watching him without blinking.

The weather began to change after sunset. The wind intensified, and the waves grew higher, constantly crashing against the swaying boat. The man and the boat, in the relentless ocean, looked like a minuscule leaf, unable to withstand the slightest storm.

But his man was still wrestling with the fish, refusing to give up until he caught it.

Lu Feiran was so anxious he wanted to stamp his feet. He dared not blink for a moment, afraid of missing any dangerous instant.

Yet, he sincerely hoped no dangerous moment would occur, only safety.

The blanket around him was close to falling to the floor. Half of Lu Feiran’s body was exposed to the cold wind. The color gradually drained from his lips, leaving his face as pale as paper.

But he remained utterly oblivious, watching motionless, while the little Bernese Mountain Dog walked to his feet to warm his ankles.

Finally, Lance’s body tensed like a drawn bow, pulling the large silver fish out of the water. It fell onto the deck, thrashing and jumping frantically.

Lance struck the fish twice, ran a large hook through its mouth, hung it up, and began the journey back to shore.

The blood in Lu Feiran’s body finally warmed up again, slowly flowing through his heart. He rubbed his tired eyes hard, drank a cup of hot water, and his chaotic heartbeat gradually stabilized.

He wasn’t sure what he was angry about. His face was hot, and he paced back and forth restlessly, confusing the puppy.

Lu Feiran stood by the door with a towel. The moment Lance entered, he tossed the towel over Lance’s head, covering his face with the soft fabric, and said, “You lock me up here. If you die, what will happen to me?”

He leapt up, hooking Lance’s neck. The instant he was airborne, his butt was firmly supported by a hand.

The cold wind and salty seawater made Lance feel cold and damp, but even after the hug, Lu Feiran could still feel the warmth of his chest.

Before setting down the fish, Lance carried the black-haired youth inside, holding the fish with one hand and the young man with the other. The door closed automatically, cutting off the cold. The indoor temperature quickly rose, and a faint floral scent lingered in the air.

This was a completely proactive embrace that made Lance feel like a withered tree coming back to life. His whole being was invigorated.

Even if Lu Feiran was only worried about losing his channel of external communication if Lance couldn’t return, so what?

He hugged me!

The ice on Lance’s face melted. He set the fish down and carried Lu Feiran into the second-floor bathroom, unwilling to let go for a second.

“Even if I die, I will make sure you are taken care of,” a faint smile appeared on Lance’s face. Compared to his disheveled look when he first returned, he was now radiant.

“Were you very worried about me? Stay here and bathe with me.”

Lance took two steps back and stripped off his wet black sweater right in front of Lu Feiran. The white light of the bathroom shone on them. Lance’s physique was as sculpted as a statue.

Lu Feiran was almost stunned. What was he saying? He needs company even to bathe?

His gaze followed Lance’s clearly defined abs downward. He saw Lance’s hands rest on his waistband. Lu Feiran took a step back, his hand on the door frame.

“No, I’m leaving first…”

A hand suddenly pressed against the door gap, preventing Lu Feiran from opening the door. Then, the other hand reached out and, in a gesture that encircled him, pressed his thumb onto the lock.

Beep. The bathroom door was locked.

Why is everything fingerprint locked!

Lu Feiran visibly panicked. He was stripped bare by Lance like a lotus pod being shelled, revealing the tender white fruit inside.

“I really think you should seek treatment. Do you have separation anxiety?”

“You’re right, I do.” Lance smiled warmly. “You caused it. Leaving you makes me feel unsafe, so be a good boy and stay here to bathe together.”

The hot water was turned on, and the bathroom quickly filled with steam. Lu Feiran’s body was much more slender than Lance’s. He was forcefully put into the bathtub, and the hot water covered his knees—it was very comfortable.

Lance first washed off the seawater and fishy smell on himself before joining Lu Feiran in the tub.

He lathered the shampoo and began washing Lu Feiran’s hair, but Lu Feiran’s back was held rigidly tense, refusing to relax for a moment.

Regarding the fact that he was responsible for Lance’s separation anxiety, Lu Feiran had no intention of denying it. He had no excuse to offer.

Lance was like a delicate statue of an angel that was shattered. He tried to glue himself back together but ultimately could only form a grotesque, twisted shape. Everything was wrong, far from the original image.

But it was Lance’s fault in the first place! Lu Feiran didn’t think he had done anything wrong.

He had already broken up with Lance. If they had completely parted ways then, none of this would have happened.

Lance was the one who was too obsessive, too stubborn.

“No matter what, don’t avoid medical treatment. You should still take medicine,” Lu Feiran’s voice was smaller than a mosquito’s.

But Lance still heard him. He rinsed the foam from Lu Feiran’s dark hair, then hugged him again, grasping Lu Feiran’s wrist and guiding his hand to touch his face.

Lance’s deep voice lingered by his ear: “The side effects of the medication are weight gain and reduced libido. I don’t need to take medicine. If you agree to marry me, I will be cured. Baby, help me fix this. Sign the form. Otherwise, you’ll stay here with me forever. If you like this island… I can fulfill that wish for you too.”

He spoke casually, blandly, like discussing domestic trivialities, yet delivering the most terrifying threat.

Lu Feiran’s heart went cold. Would he really be stuck on this island for the rest of his life? Zhou Zihua would surely look for him.

But Lance could fake his death. He had walked into the lion’s den, onto someone else’s territory.

After he was thoroughly washed, Lu Feiran’s legs were parted. The water rippled a few times. He quickly grabbed the hand behind him: “Take some medicine! You really need to have your libido affected!”

Lance’s voice sounded aggrieved: “But we haven’t done anything for days. If you don’t agree, then I’ll just have to tie you up again.”

Lu Feiran let out a low moan, on the verge of tears. Leaning against the firm chest behind him, his calves were cramping.

He covered his face, deciding to trade for a small benefit.

“After we’re done… give me my computer.”

“Are you going to call the police?”

“No, no police. I have to work. I still need to work…” Lu Feiran said breathlessly.

Lance thought for a moment and agreed very considerately.

“Alright, but you have to use it next to me,” he said, lifting Lu Feiran up with a smile. “Baby, you need to put in some effort yourself.”

Later that evening, Lu Feiran was eating grilled fish when he finally received his computer.

A chain adorned with a pigeon’s blood ruby now hung around his waist.