Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Equally Wretched

Seeing Devel fall from his pedestal, Lu Feiran felt…

“Come with me.”

Lance watched Lu Feiran walk over, looking a bit awkward, carefully scrutinized his face, then sighed helplessly and waved him over.

Lance obediently stood up. Only then did Lu Feiran realize his sudden panic, continuously praying that Lance’s tolerance for alcohol was decent. Lance was too tall, and his weight was definitely significant. If he leaned onto him, Lu Feiran wouldn’t be able to handle it at all.

Fortunately, Lance didn’t collapse onto Lu Feiran. He merely leaned forward slightly, resting his arm against Lu Feiran’s shoulder for support, and followed closely behind him.

Lu Feiran’s expression remained grim. He couldn’t understand what was going through Zhai Qiance’s lust-driven mind.

Didn’t he have a thing for the Devel young master? Doesn’t he want to hook another rich husband? Dumping the man here alone while he goes off to enjoy himself?

He should at least—

Lu Feiran abruptly stopped the thought. Should what?

Lu Feiran didn’t continue his train of thought. He quickened his pace, so fast that Lance was momentarily stunned, needing a few large strides to keep up.

The two arrived at the elevator. Lu Feiran entered, placing his hands on his hips, but suddenly caught sight of his own annoyed face in the elevator mirror. He froze, forgetting to press the floor button.

A pair of eyes, their outer corners slightly upturned with annoyance, were set in his delicate, small face. They were strikingly clear, and the gaze was captivating. His brows flared up, making him look haughty and exceptionally beautiful, tempting others to want those annoyed eyes to stare only at them.

Lu Feiran lowered his gaze and rubbed his face, completely disregarding his perfect, “Goddess Nuwa’s graduation project” face, messing it up haphazardly.

Ah! What on earth am I doing? Why the angry expression? Why do I feel Zhai Qiance having a thing for Devel is a defilement of Devel? What does that have to do with me!

Lance leaned lazily to the side. Feigning drunkenness, he naturally wouldn’t interrupt, taking his time to observe Lu Feiran’s every move.

Is this how Lu Feiran is in private? His clothes are also ragged, making him look even more like a stray cat.

Lance waited contentedly, watching Lu Feiran’s shoulders tense up. He suddenly stopped all movement, stood straight, and slowly pressed the ‘1’ button.

Lance didn’t smile.

But when the elevator door opened on the first floor, Lance didn’t step out either.

Lu Feiran returned to the original position, tugged at Lance’s arm, and said, “Can you walk by yourself? Ask your driver to pick you up. I can’t stay with you.”

Lance didn’t respond, being led out wobbly by Lu Feiran.

The smell of alcohol on him was faint, creating the illusion that he had only sat at the table for a while. But seeing Lance lose his usual calm and composed demeanor, Lu Feiran knew he was genuinely drunk.

This Devel was more real, and Lu Feiran no longer felt embarrassed about his identity or inappropriate clothing.

The Devel in front of him now was just a drunkard. Who is nobler than whom?

Lance continued to walk forward, and Lu Feiran didn’t know where he was going, so he had no choice but to follow.

He was responsible for taking care of Devel tonight. If anything happened, he would be held accountable.

The rain outside intensified. Lance sped up his steps, rushing into the rain seemingly unaware.

Lu Feiran was shocked for a moment, immediately hurried to catch up and grab Lance, but his reaction was too slow. The consequence was that both of them were thoroughly soaked in the autumn rain.

Lu Feiran shivered, wanting to pull Lance back. Without paying attention, Lance walked a long distance to the side again.

Lu Feiran was about to collapse. Who could tell him why a mature and elegant person like Devel, when drunk, would like to play in the rain like Peppa Pig?

Before he could figure it out, with a “plop,” Lance fell into a small puddle, his pristine white suit completely stained, with dirt visible everywhere.

Lu Feiran pulled Lance up, letting him lean against him, and said helplessly, “Why are you running around? I can’t catch you. Don’t make this difficult for me.”

Looking at the dirty Lance, Lu Feiran thought…

Now, Devel was finally as wretched as he was.

Seeing Lance fall from his pedestal, Lu Feiran felt the distance between them narrow considerably, suddenly having a lot more patience.

He squatted next to Lance, feeling for his pocket, and finally found his phone.

“Get up first. I’ll call your driver to pick you up. Devel, I can’t drive.” Lu Feiran didn’t treat Lance like a drunkard, but communicated with him using normal logic.

Since he was already completely soaked and dirty, Lu Feiran no longer cared, letting Lance lean on him as they sat together in the roadside puddle.

Lu Feiran held the phone up to Lance’s face, attempting face recognition to unlock it.

But raindrops kept falling on the phone, distorting the camera. Lance’s face was also wet and messy from the rain. Lu Feiran tried for a long time but couldn’t unlock the phone.

Lu Feiran had no choice but to wipe Lance’s face over and over again, his palm repeatedly rubbing against Lance’s jawline.

Lance seemed to sober up a little, straightening his body and leaning entirely against Lu Feiran. His tall frame shielded Lu Feiran from the rain curtain from behind.

Lu Feiran felt his back pressed against the other person’s chest, feeling uncomfortable. He tried to push Lance away with his hand, but couldn’t move him.

Lance wrapped his arms around Lu Feiran’s shoulders, holding Lu Feiran’s hands to help him operate the phone. His warm breath sprayed on Lu Feiran’s cheek, the excessive closeness adding to the intimacy, making Lu Feiran want to hide, but he was held tightly in Lance’s embrace, unable to move.

Perhaps due to drunkenness, Lance entered the wrong password several times before finally getting it right.

The phone was finally unlocked. Lu Feiran breathed a sigh of relief, but Lance, behind him, completely relaxed his body and leaned directly onto him.

Lance’s breath lingered near Lu Feiran’s lips. What puzzled him was that there was no noticeable smell of alcohol from Lance’s mouth.

Could he be a one-cup wonder?

Lu Feiran was very confused.

He called Lance’s driver in the rain, then strained his slender body, trying not to be completely crushed by Lance’s weight.

Finally, having arranged for Lance’s pickup, Lu Feiran sighed with relief and put the phone into his own denim jacket pocket.

Then, he faced Lance and helped him stand up.

Lance was too tall. Lu Feiran was temporarily at a loss as to how to move him. He didn’t want to roll around with the other person in the dirty rainwater.

Fortunately, sharp-eyed waiters at the entrance of Aurora noticed their predicament. Two strong young men came and helped take Lance back towards the main door.

“Please take him to the lounge. His driver will come to pick him up,” Lu Feiran instructed the waiters.

Upon hearing this, Lance seemed unwilling to go to the lounge, holding onto the corner of Lu Feiran’s coat, refusing to let go, and not speaking.

Lu Feiran stared intently at Lance for a long time, trying to find traces of pretense on his face.

But seeing the other person’s eyes, originally bright as emeralds, looking hazy, Lu Feiran said nothing, enduring it, and waited with Lance for the driver to arrive.

However, he was starting to feel cold.

Lu Feiran shivered and hid behind Lance.

With his god-like perfect facade melting away, the Lance Lu Feiran saw was particularly childish and vulnerable.

He didn’t have much patience for taking care of people, nor was he good at it. Yet, looking at Lance like this, Lu Feiran simply couldn’t turn and walk away.

He even had the dark thought of hoping Lance would reveal more of his unguarded side.

That way, he could find a weakness and crush Lance completely.

Crush him, that’s right!

The driver soon arrived. Lu Feiran didn’t refuse the driver’s kind offer and got into the car with them, intending to drop off Devel first and then hitch a ride for himself.

Once seated in the back, Lance immediately leaned sideways, resting his head on Lu Feiran’s thigh, and closed his eyes, falling asleep.

The driver turned up the air conditioning and handed Lu Feiran a dry blanket, saying in slightly broken Chinese, “I apologize, our young master cannot handle alcohol well.”

Lu Feiran wiped his own face, then used the towel in his hand to wipe the rainwater clean from Lance’s face, who was resting on his lap.

“If he can’t drink, he should have an assistant with him at all times for social occasions. Doesn’t the Devel family assign someone to him?”

Lu Feiran’s tone when saying this was overly natural, as if he were genuinely defending Lance.

After speaking, he was momentarily stunned himself.

Lu Feiran stopped talking, carefully cradling Lance’s head, wiping his face, hair, and neck with extremely gentle movements, afraid of waking the sleeping beauty.

He recalled the first time he saw Lance.

At that time, Zhai Qiance was solicitously holding an umbrella for Lance, tilting the umbrella, which filled his chest with a knot of resentment, nearly making him explode with anger.

Yet, immediately after, he was brought into the car by Lance, gently cared for by him, and was now inexplicably wiping Devel’s face, completely forgetting that his own husband had just recently been fawning over this person.

Back then, Lu Feiran was looking up at Lance, but now, Lance was sleeping soundly on his lap like a child, being looked down upon by him.

Lu Feiran half a month ago would never have imagined this day would come.

His gaze towards Lance gradually softened. The initial wariness and carefully constructed distance were slowly fading, but he remained completely unaware of it.

Afterward, Lu Feiran folded the blanket and placed it on his lap, making Lance’s pillow a little more comfortable.

Lance lived in a top-floor apartment in a bustling district, which Lu Feiran hadn’t expected.

He had assumed they would go to the Devel family estate today and encounter the young master’s mother.

It was fortunate that they weren’t going there. If he arrived there, it would be inappropriate not to pay a visit, but he was in such a wretched state, it was highly unsuitable for a formal visit.

Lu Feiran and the driver escorted Lance into the house. Before leaving, Lu Feiran’s wrist was grabbed.

Lance looked significantly more awake than before. He said, “It’s late. Stay and rest a bit, Feiran.”

Lu Feiran paused and blurted out, “Weren’t you drunk?”

Lance said, “I was drunk. I slept for a while in the car. I’m much better now.”

Lu Feiran bit his lip, watching him, his beautiful brows furrowed.

He had a feeling he had been tricked.

Lance told the driver to leave.

The driver closed the door. Lu Feiran walked a couple of steps inside, standing barefoot in the entryway.

If he was faking drunkenness, what was his purpose? There was no reason at all…

Lu Feiran walked in suspiciously, and Lance tossed him a brand new set of pajamas. He caught them steadily, but didn’t want his wet clothes to stain the pajamas, so he placed them on a nearby cabinet.

“Devel…” Lu Feiran called out. He felt strange, with many questions but unsure where to start.

“Take a shower, Feiran.”

Lance said this and went to take a shower himself. Lu Feiran wandered around briefly, couldn’t find him, and had no choice but to take the pajamas and head to the guest bathroom near the door.

Since he was at someone else’s house, Lu Feiran couldn’t fully relax. He quickly washed up and came out. He wanted to change back into his own clothes and leave, but the set was completely soaked and unwearable.

Picking up his phone, Lu Feiran realized Zhai Qiance had called him.

Simultaneously, a notification popped up on his phone: Activity detected on the surveillance system.

Zhai Qiance wasn’t here today? Why call? Who was on the surveillance?

Lu Feiran walked barefoot toward the coffee table where his phone was, sat down cross-legged, and opened the surveillance backend.