Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Even Crazier – Lance on “Rebound” After Taking Medicine Seems…

Lu Feiran spent two days finishing urgent work, then delegated the rest, announcing that he would take a few days off and wouldn’t return to work until after the New Year.

Xu Wei was quite dissatisfied that he took a trip abroad right after taking office and openly declared he couldn’t work remotely. He subtly hinted that he doubted the correctness of his initial decision.

But Lu Feiran couldn’t care less now; he’d worry about it after the New Year.

The pouring rain cascaded down, layer upon layer of water curtain isolating the island from the outside world. For three days, no one had delivered fresh flowers, and the house, once fragrant, became cold again.

Fortunately, the ingredients were plentiful, ensuring they wouldn’t starve even if no one came to the island for ten days to half a month.

Lu Feiran and Lance set up a grill in the flower room at the back. Charcoal fires covered with a metal net, holding slices of meat.

Lance’s knife skills were excellent; every slice of fish was paper-thin. After filling the grill, he put away the knife and sat down on the other side.

Although called a glass flower room, the plants inside had been cleared out, leaving it empty. The colorful stained-glass windows, however, were beautiful.

Lu Feiran looked around and asked, “I haven’t asked you before, where did the houses on this island come from?”

“It’s a family asset. I lived here after I left home in my teenage years.”

“Why did you leave home? You were only in your teens…”

The charcoal fire radiated warmth. Lu Feiran held his hands above it, his whole face turning red from the heat.

Lance flipped the meat slices, glanced at Lu Feiran, and said calmly, “I was sick. After my mother passed away, no one cared for me, so I came here alone to seek treatment.”

Lance suddenly clenched his other hand, his knuckles cracking, a sound hidden by the rain.

Lu Feiran had never asked about his past before. After learning his true identity, he had proposed breaking up, and Lance thought he would never ask.

This was a good, positive sign.

Lance didn’t think his own affairs were anything special, but a logical analysis suggested it was a good opportunity to play the emotional card.

His lips twitched, looking as if he wanted to say something but held it back, his eyes cast down, revealing a hint of sadness.

“It’s okay,” Lu Feiran held his hand and pulled his chair close to him; they were practically touching. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll stay with you.”

Lance’s face showed clear emotion. He had never intended to use these things as a bargaining chip, but… Lu Feiran cared more than he had imagined.

“You’re not going back to China?” Lance asked.

Lu Feiran froze, his gaze flickering. He hesitated, saying, “It doesn’t affect anything, does it? We can get treatment in China too. If you need to come back for a follow-up, I can come with you.”

The aroma of meat drifted. The fish and beef were ready. Lance brushed them with barbecue sauce, plated the meat, and handed it to Lu Feiran.

“Accompanying a casual partner to treat an illness? Never heard of that,” Lance said nonchalantly. “Eat.”

After Lu Feiran ate the first piece of meat, Lance continued, “Let’s keep things as they are. There’s nothing bad about it. At least you’ll care about me when I’m sick.”

Lu Feiran noticed Lance’s expression was still very cold when he said this, and he was obviously different from before. That familiar craziness was gone, replaced by a more internalized obsession.

He wasn’t used to it.

A piece of meat was picked up with chopsticks and fed into Lance’s mouth. He accepted it, chewed twice, and saw Lu Feiran’s eyes shining brightly.

Unable to resist, he kissed Lu Feiran’s forehead, leaving grease on the pale skin.

This was the first time Lance had kissed him this week. Even when they embraced in bed, they merely held each other tightly while sleeping.

Lu Feiran had once suggested that Lance take medication that affected his libido, and it seemed to have worked.

But it also created an intangible distance. Most of the time, Lance’s emotions were very flat. By his account, when he had emotional fluctuations, he would go fishing or find other ways to burn off energy before coming back.

Considerate, gentle, and knowing when to advance or retreat, yet lacking five parts of a living person’s vitality, awkward everywhere. Like a scarecrow made of dry grass, its aura diminished.

But this was the result of the medication, and Lu Feiran couldn’t express his dislike.

Lu Feiran: “We need to go to Benjamin for a follow-up this weekend. What if the weather is bad and we can’t leave the island? After the rain stops, we can leave first.”

Lance looked at him, recalling Lu Feiran climbing out of the hospital window, and decisively said, “No. If we can’t leave, we’ll postpone. It doesn’t matter.”

“You!” Lu Feiran didn’t know what to say.

“You stayed in a sanatorium for half a year before. Are you worried that I’ll become like those people? I won’t.”

Lance seemed to have seen right through Lu Feiran’s thoughts and stated his worries directly. But his brow also furrowed tightly, suddenly realizing a fatal flaw.

If he wasn’t a fully healthy person, what right did he have to propose to Lu Feiran?

After exhausting everything, his most powerful weapon became a knife pointing at himself, cutting off all retreat.

The overwhelming rain seemed to pour directly through the glass roof, icy and bone-chilling, mixed with the salty smell of seawater, gradually submerging him. The suddenly discovered truth was like a boulder tied to his foot, dragging him down heavily, preventing him from stopping the drowning no matter how hard he struggled.

Lu Feiran wiped away the kiss mark on his forehead, picked up his chopsticks to feed Lance a piece of beef, muttering, “I didn’t think that, I—”

Lance’s emerald pupils rapidly contracted for an instant. He took one last look at Lu Feiran and fled as if escaping.

Lu Feiran’s hand hovered in the air for a long time before he lowered it. He ate the beef himself, grilled the remaining meat, placed it on a plate, and put it into an insulated box.

He felt an implicit unease, sensing that something was about to break, unsure if it was due to the heavy rain or something else.

But Lance didn’t return to the room until midnight.

The rain gradually lessened as night fell. Lu Feiran expected tomorrow to be a clear day, or at least the rain should stop.

Will Lance go out fishing then?

Lu Feiran tossed and turned, unable to sleep, but he didn’t leave the room to look for Lance. If the other person didn’t want him to be found, it would be impossible.

The house was enormous and old. How many hidden nooks and crannies were there?

He closed his eyes, continuously recalling Lance’s reaction during the barbecue dinner, but couldn’t figure out which sentence had caused the problem.

Lu Feiran tossed aside all the chaotic thoughts, ultimately retaining only one idea—

Next time, he had to hold onto him and not let Lance leave so abruptly again.

…

The next morning, Lu Feiran woke up abruptly, looked at the digital clock, and found it was only five o’clock. He felt slightly relieved, but looking at the untouched side of the bed, he immediately threw off the covers and got out of bed.

He ran downstairs, “thump-thump-thump,” without stopping to put on shoes, only to find the main door wide open. Lance was already fully dressed in black outdoor gear, carrying a long bag on his back, about to head out.

“Where are you going?”

Lu Feiran’s voice came in the wind. Lance’s body stiffened, and he slightly turned his head to look.

“You didn’t come back to the room all last night, and now where are you going?” Lu Feiran asked again, his tone quicker and more urgent.

Lance didn’t answer. Lu Feiran continued, “I said, don’t go out to sea; you don’t know when the weather might change. If you absolutely have to go, take me with you.”

He ran all the way, wearing light blue home clothes and grey cotton slippers, his hair messy, still dazed from just waking up, and foolishly about to rush out the door and into the cold wind.

Lance reached out and wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him back inside the door, closing it, and saying, “It’s cold outside, and even colder on the sea. Wait for me at home.”

Lu Feiran jumped up: “Then you shouldn’t go either.”

Lance did not agree.

Lu Feiran: “You tied me up and brought me here, is this how you treat me irresponsibly? Just throwing me in the house and leaving is enough?”

This was fundamentally different from the typical captive play. Where was the villain who constantly ran off, with the victim constantly chasing after him?

Lance’s eyes were half-closed, his expression cold, wondering what he was thinking. Just as Lu Feiran was drafting new arguments to make him stay, he put down his backpack, pulled Lu Feiran’s arm, and led him into the cloakroom.

It was still a bright orange windbreaker, the down liner was very thick and warm. A watch that monitored vital signs was placed on his wrist, and then a pair of gloves. It was just like when they climbed Wu-Xia Mountain.

“You shouldn’t be cold like this. Your body doesn’t have much muscle or fat, and I worry you can’t handle it,” Lance said with a smile, adjusting the clasp at his collar.

“Actually, I used to exercise regularly,” Lu Feiran said. “I would run every morning.”

“I see, that was my mistake,” Lance replied.

It was still pitch black at five in the morning. The sea and sky were one color, dark and cold. Lu Feiran felt like turning back as soon as he stepped outside.

He was truly very afraid of the cold; he would avoid cold wind if possible.

He didn’t know why he insisted on coming out, especially in the cold pre-dawn hours.

“Are you cold? Do you want to go back?”

Lance’s gloved hand rested on Lu Feiran’s head, pulling his wool hat down to ensure it covered his two red ears.

He affectionately touched Lu Feiran’s head several times before reluctantly pulling his hand away.

“No, let’s go,” Lu Feiran shook his head firmly.

Because Lu Feiran was joining, Lance used a medium-sized fishing boat, which was several sizes larger than the small boat he usually took out alone. It had more complete facilities and larger storage space.

Before leaving, Lance carefully checked the fuel and supplies and helped Lu Feiran into the cabin.

They sat together in the cabin, knees touching, but it didn’t feel crowded at all. Instead, Lu Feiran found it novel.

“This is the second time you’ve watched the sunrise with me,” Lance said.

He recalled the clear, cold morning on Wu-Xia Mountain, the sunrise, the young man who had just woken up, nestled in his arms in an orange outfit. The elements were 80% similar to the present.

But this time, there would be no confession.

“Yes,” Lu Feiran also smiled. “You even drew a picture for me back then.”

“Where is that drawing now?”

“…” Lu Feiran pursed his lips. The drawing was still in the hiking bag.

Lance didn’t mind: “I’ll draw another one for you. This time, you must keep it safe.”

There was no sketchbook or charcoal pencil, only a folder hanging on the cabin wall with some blank A4 paper. Lance searched for a while before finding a blue ballpoint pen. The conditions were undoubtedly crude.

“Let’s draw it when we get back…”

“No,” Lance insisted. “Today.”

His tone brooked no refusal. Lu Feiran took off his hat and gloves and sat down obediently, no longer arguing.

They kept sailing. Looking back, the island had shrunk considerably. Lu Feiran estimated the distance this time was farther than when Lance usually fished.

Lance’s expression remained serious. Watching his rigid profile, Lu Feiran felt inexplicably nervous, perhaps due to the novelty of being out on the sea this way.

He silently comforted himself, rubbed his face, unwrapped and ate a chocolate bar. With the sugar replenished, the anxiety gradually faded.

Lance stopped the fishing boat, first rubbed his hands to warm them, then put the hat back on Lu Feiran, tucking both ears inside. A pair of clear black eyes just peeked out from under the brim.

His nose was cool. Lance covered it with his hand for a while, then bent down and kissed it, before pulling up his windproof mask and buttoning his collar.

The sky was still dark, but not just black; a faint pale color gradually appeared at the intersection of the sea and the horizon. Lu Feiran sat on the deck, holding a thermos cup and watching. The light of the rising sun hit his face, and he was completely immersed in the vacation atmosphere.

Watching the sunrise at sea was truly romantic.

He smiled and looked back at Lance, only to find that Lance was not looking at the sunrise at all, but was rapidly drawing on the A4 paper in the folder.

The sketch was quickly completed. The blue ballpoint pen outlined Lu Feiran’s profile as he watched the sunrise. Simple strokes created a light and shadow effect. Warm white light burst from his brow and nose bridge, his eyes startlingly bright.

When Lu Feiran took the A4 paper, the sun had completely jumped out of the sea. Lance had missed the most breathtaking moment.

When Lu Feiran asked him about it, Lance said, “You, bathed in sunlight, are the most breathtaking.”

The blond man’s face was full of smiles, equally bathed in sunlight, no different from his appearance on the summit of Wu-Xia Mountain.

It was as if since their confession that day, they had gone straight to Europe for their honeymoon, with none of the subsequent entanglement having ever occurred.

Lu Feiran also wished things had unfolded that way.

He took off his gloves and pressed his warm palm against Lance’s cheek, which was cold from the sea wind, stroking it gently. He saw the light-colored pupils tremble slightly, briefly becoming lost.

“You too.”

Lu Feiran kissed him, pressing against Lance’s slightly dry lips. Moisture spread between their mouths.

He was pushed down, his back pressed against the hard deck. Through the golden hair floating in his field of vision, he saw the hazy sun slowly rising behind Lance.

He was held tightly and returned the embrace just as forcefully. The thick clothes insulated their body heat. Lu Feiran could only try his best to make himself smaller and burrow into Lance’s clothes. The small boat swayed back and forth, pushed by increasingly large waves. Their movements also grew, intertwining like animals.

Suddenly, he was pushed away, and everything came to a sudden halt.

Lance stood up with a serious face, his lips red from the grinding, completely mismatched with his cold expression.

Lu Feiran looked up in confusion, simply taking off his askew hat. His black hair was messy and fluffy on his head, like black cotton.

Why stop?

He looked at the vast, endless sea. Did he think it was inappropriate to be intimate in the open air? But no one was watching; a kiss was fine.

He climbed up from the deck, intending to follow Lance into the cabin, only to find the door was bolted from the inside.

Lu Feiran tapped the glass, but the good sound insulation prevented his words from getting through. He could only watch Lance with his back to him, his head slightly lowered, doing something.

Lu Feiran sat outside and waited. Fortunately, the door to the cockpit opened in less than five minutes.

He eagerly jumped in, his gloved hands constantly rubbing his face, which was dry and cold from the wind: “What are you doing? Is there something you can’t let me see?”

Lu Feiran was practically hanging onto Lance, putting all his weight forward, clinging to his shoulder to see if there was anything special in front of him.

He saw Lance flexing his wrist, looking like he had just taken off his gloves and put them back on.

“Show me your hand.” Lu Feiran suddenly grabbed the back of Lance’s hand. The smile on his face faded, his eyebrows furrowed. He spoke quickly and urgently, “What’s wrong with your hand?”

Lance smiled slightly, gently stroked Lu Feiran’s wrist, made him stand behind him, and restarted the fishing boat. The two of them, with the boat, headed towards the rising sun, towards the more distant center of the sea. But they didn’t notice that the sun was becoming more blurred, and the dark clouds that had dispersed last night were quietly and slowly gathering over the sea.

“There are fewer fish schools here. We’ll go ahead. There will be bigger fish there,” Lance said. He was steering the fishing boat, his eyes bursting with a desire for conquest.

Lu Feiran stood behind him, arms crossed, not moving. Seeing his unnatural grip on the control stick, his face turned half dark. When Lance slowed down, he abruptly pulled his hand and forcibly yanked off the thick glove.

A fresh, grotesque wound lay glaringly above his thumb web. The skin was torn and bloody, and where it hadn’t fully split open, there were tooth marks.

“You…” Lu Feiran looked at him in shock, speechless.

Lance glanced regretfully at the thumb web of his left hand, pulled his hand back, and hid it by his side. But his expression showed no pain; he didn’t care at all.

“When did this happen? It wasn’t there when we boarded. Did you bite yourself when you locked me outside just now?” Lu Feiran’s voice trembled.

What was wrong, what on earth happened, why treat yourself like this!

Lance’s warm fingertips touched Lu Feiran’s face, which was on the verge of tears. The fair skin blushed red, like a bright flower. Lance’s gaze softened continuously, his thumb gently brushed under Lu Feiran’s eyes, wiping away tears that weren’t there yet.

“Because I wanted to bite you,” Lance said. “But I couldn’t bite you, so I could only bite myself.”

With a tender whisper, he kept saying things that Lu Feiran found hard to understand: “Don’t kiss me again, baby. I’m afraid I’ll eat your lips. They’re so beautiful, don’t bite them…”

Lu Feiran then realized that he had bitten his own lower lip at some point, making it red.

“Baby, you know I can’t be considered a normal person right now, right? Hmm?” Lance kissed him, his voice low and pleasant, his expression utterly gentle, almost submerging Lu Feiran in his warm spring. “Every morning, the drug concentration in my blood decreases, so I have to come out. You shouldn’t have followed me.”

The sky suddenly darkened. The warm and bright sunrise only lasted for a brief moment. Although Lu Feiran caught it, it was quickly obscured by dark clouds.

He felt the temperature drop again.

Lu Feiran’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty. He quickly adjusted his emotions to stabilize himself. He pulled down Lance’s wrist, brought it to his mouth, and gently blew on it.

The wound was stimulated, almost touching his warm lips. The stinging pain was belatedly awakened, then soothed by Lu Feiran. Lance’s eyebrow twitched.

“Does it hurt?” Lu Feiran asked anxiously. “Let’s go back today. Your hand can’t touch seawater or exert force.”

He acted as if he hadn’t heard Lance’s words about cannibalism, solely concerned with whether the wound on his hand was okay, whether it would hurt, and whether it would get infected.

Lu Feiran had learned not to judge truth or falsehood from Lance’s words; he decided what was true or false himself.

“Let’s go back,” Lu Feiran urged again.

Lance chuckled softly: “The weather is changing now. If we get stuck here and can’t get rescued, and we run out of food and water, what will happen to us? I heard that once a climbing team got lost in a blizzard, and only one person survived. Baby, take a guess, how did he survive?”

Lu Feiran’s expression was not as relaxed as Lance’s. He was analyzing every word Lance said, but found no deep inner meaning.

He hesitated, saying, “What do you mean? You’re going to eat me?”

Lance shook his head, stroked Lu Feiran’s head, and touched his lips with the still-bleeding wound.

“No, you’ll eat me. Drink my blood and hold on until the last moment, let me completely belong to you. That way, we’ll never be separated again.”

Suddenly, a big wave struck, making the fishing boat rock violently a few times.

Lu Feiran tasted the metallic blood on his lip and annoyedly pressed his head.

He shouldn’t have persuaded him to take the medicine. Lance on “rebound” after taking the medicine seems even crazier…