He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 1

“Qi Qi, hit it.”

The rain pattered lightly as Sang Wan’s car was about to enter the parking lot.

“Sister Wan, what did you say?” Her assistant, Qi Qi, thought she must have misheard.

“Hit it.”

Sang Wan’s voice was soft and gentle.

Qi Qi shot her a bewildered glance through the rearview mirror.

“Sister Wan, that car isn’t cheap. Why?”

“Hit it.”

Sang Wan’s gaze was as firm as her voice.

Gritting her teeth, Qi Qi complied. A loud “bang” echoed sharply through the rain.

The Mercedes business car, worth less than a million, crashed directly into the priceless Maybach.

Inside the Maybach, Lu Tingzhou, who had been listening to his assistant Lin Hao’s report, frowned slightly, his voice cool and crisp.

“What happened?”

Lin Hao turned to look back. “Mr. Lu, the car behind us rear-ended us.”

Even at the parking lot entrance, they still got hit. Lu Tingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sang Wan gently patted her chest. Though she had mentally prepared for this, she had never actually done it before.

Nervousness and guilt swirled inside her.

As the two cars collided, the occupants slowly stepped out.

Sang Wan held an umbrella and took a few steps toward the main hall, just in time to see the owner of the car in front.

“Mr. Lu, please go ahead inside. I’ll handle this.”

The man who emerged from the car gave a slight nod, raising a black umbrella. His clean, slender fingers gripped the handle, strikingly elegant.

His polished shoes splashed through puddles as he walked, his straight, long legs accentuated by the black dress pants.

“I’ll go in first. You deal with this.”

Sang Wan stood to the side, instructing her assistant in a clear voice.

So clear, in fact, that the man who had taken only two steps forward paused.

His face was hidden beneath the black umbrella, exuding an air of nobility and the commanding presence of someone in power.

Sang Wan stepped forward, bowing slightly. “My apologies. We take full responsibility.”

Her voice was pleasant, carrying a delicate softness that matched her delicate features perfectly.

After speaking, Sang Wan walked past Lu Tingzhou, her umbrella in hand. As she brushed her hair aside, her petite face, flawlessly fair was revealed, her peach-blossom eyes brimming with allure.

Red lips, dark hair, her beauty was impossible to conceal.

“Mr. Lu, is there a problem?”

Lin Hao approached when he noticed Lu Tingzhou standing still.

Lu Tingzhou’s thin lips pressed together. Behind his glasses, his eyes remained unreadable, but his grip on the umbrella handle tightened until his knuckles turned white.

The rain fell diagonally, droplets bursting and rolling off the black umbrella.

Lu Tingzhou’s gaze lingered on the woman’s slender figure, his Adam’s apple bobbing imperceptibly.

Sang Wan walked away in her stiletto heels, the hem of her dress fluttering in the wind, revealing a glimpse of her pale, delicate calves. The sight in the misty rain made his eyes darken.

“Mr. Lu?” Lin Hao’s voice came again.

Lu Tingzhou finally moved, though his peripheral vision remained fixed on that slender, enchanting figure.

Sang Wan entered the main hall, where her manager, Bai Wei, hurried over.

“The signing event is about to start. When Qi Qi called and said there was an accident, I nearly had a heart attack.”

Sang Wan smiled lightly. “It’s fine.”

Lifting the hem of her dress, she stepped onto the stage at the center of the hall, her lips curved in a smile.

Her watery eyes swept the room discreetly, but there was no sign of him.

Even when the signing ceremony ended, Lu Tingzhou never appeared.

Sang Wan bit her lip inwardly. Of course, he was Lu Tingzhou, the head of the Lu family. Why would someone like him stand in the crowd like an ordinary person to watch her sign a contract?

Letting out a quiet sigh of relief, she allowed herself a small smile. At least tonight wasn’t a complete loss, she now had a reason to approach him.

As she rose to leave the stage, her peripheral vision caught a figure standing on the second floor.

Lu Tingzhou.

The man smoked with an indifferent expression, yet his deep gaze lingered on her.

She had crossed paths with Lu Tingzhou once before, but it was merely a fleeting encounter.

If not for her father’s outrageous behavior, she wouldn’t have looked into this man.

The youngest son of the Lu family, Shencheng’s wealthiest clan, he had just returned from abroad last month to take over as president of Lu Corporation.

Despite his youth, he possessed an extraordinary business acumen. Over the past three years, he had led his team to expand overseas markets, successfully propelling the Lu family’s enterprises onto the global stage.

A faint, alluring curve graced Sang Wan’s lips as she met Lu Tingzhou’s gaze with poise and gave him a slight nod.

Then, with unhurried steps, she descended from the stage, every glance and smile exuding irresistible charm.

…

Lounge.

The air was suffused with a delicate fragrance, sweet yet not cloying, reminiscent of gardenias.

It was Sang Wan’s scent.

The inner door was slightly ajar.

Having just changed into a dress more suitable for movement, Sang Wan was preparing to attend the brand’s gala in half an hour.

She was focused on reaching back to pull up the zipper, entirely unaware that a tall figure had pushed open the door to the outer room.

Lu Tingzhou had returned to retrieve his forgotten phone, never expecting to stumble upon such a tantalizing scene.

The woman’s slender back was exposed to the air, her porcelain-like skin flawless, her delicate shoulder blades resembling butterfly wings poised for flight.

For a moment, his feet seemed rooted to the spot as he stood motionless in the outer lounge.

His gaze, uncontrollably, traced the elegant curve of her spine downward.

Finally, it settled on the small crimson mole nestled in the dip of her waist.

Lu Tingzhou’s breath hitched.

That mole…

Emotions surged in his eyes, his well-defined fingers curling slightly, veins standing out on the back of his hand.

Just then, Sang Wan’s phone on the vanity buzzed abruptly.

“Hmm… hmm…”

The low vibration was jarringly out of place in the sultry atmosphere.

Instinctively, Sang Wan adjusted the slipping strap of her dress and turned to check the caller ID.

It was Su Mo.

She tapped the speakerphone button, her voice languid. “Hey, Momo.”

On the other end, Su Mo blurted urgently, “Wanwan, I’ve got the scoop for you. That Lu Tingzhou? He’s an unfeeling block of ice. You want to reel him in? Difficulty level: five stars.”

Listening to her best friend’s “advice,” Sang Wan’s eyes sparkled with amusement, her lips curling into a coy yet nonchalant smile.

“Momo, in my world, there’s no man I can’t reel in, only whether I feel like it.”

Her voice was soft, yet every word was clear, a perfect blend of confidence and allure.

“Him, Lu Tingzhou, is no exception.”

With that, she decisively ended the call.

As she turned, her peripheral vision caught the tall, imposing figure by the door.

Sang Wan’s heart skipped a beat as their eyes locked.

Behind his glasses, the man’s gaze was inscrutable, yet his aristocratic composure remained unshaken.

When did he get here?

How much did he see?

How much did he hear?

Flustered, she clutched the fabric at her chest, her fair skin flushing faintly with tension.

Yet, within seconds, she masked her unease flawlessly.

Since her target had presented himself, and with such a “perfect opportunity” at hand, how could she let it slip away?

Instead of covering up further, Sang Wan tugged the slipping dress lower, revealing more of her smooth back and her slender, delicate waist.

She turned slowly, her petite face the picture of innocence, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering with liquid allure.

“President Lu?”

Her feigned gasp of surprise was accompanied by a coy smile, her voice dripping with sweetness so tender it could be squeezed into water.

“Is it really proper to watch someone change clothes?”

Sang Wan smiled charmingly as she took a light step toward the outer room.

She was doing it on purpose, and Lu Tingzhou knew it.

Sang Wan met his gaze calmly, but as their eyes locked, she froze.

The look in his eyes was complicated, and somehow… oddly familiar.

Lu Tingzhou’s dark, inscrutable gaze lingered on her exposed shoulders and slender waist, his Adam’s apple bobbing uncontrollably once more.

Snapping out of her daze, Sang Wan took two bold steps forward when he remained silent.

Tilting her face up slightly, she gazed at him with shimmering eyes, laced with just the right mix of helplessness and bashfulness.

“President Lu, since you’ve already seen… would you mind helping me with my zipper? I can’t quite reach it!”

She deliberately softened the words “can’t quite reach,” making them as light and airy as a feather brushing against the heart.