He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 14

Sang Wan also lowered her voice in response, her eyes curving like crescent moons, the depths of her peach-blossom gaze shimmering with mischief.

“Can I say yes?”

Shen Yubai smirked. “How about trying someone like me, passionate, humorous, and easy to chew on? Lu Jinxuan isn’t right for you.”

Sang Wan’s smile brightened even more. “President Shen is truly clever. Working with you will be a pleasure.”

Shen Yubai grinned even more roguishly. “I think you should keep chewing. Yesterday afternoon at the racetrack, he didn’t even blink when he saved you.”

The two of them chatted back and forth, whispering as if no one else was around, the atmosphere lively and warm.

Lu Tingzhou glanced at Sang Wan, his fingers tightening around his wine glass, knuckles standing out sharply.

She could get along so happily with anyone.

Song Ze watched as Lu Tingzhou silently drank several sips of wine and couldn’t bear it any longer. He didn’t want his friend to suffer, nor did he want Shen Yubai to provoke him.

“Yubai, she’s your company’s employee. As the boss, you’re responsible for her safety. Let Tingzhou take Miss Sang home, they’re somewhat familiar with each other.”

Shen Yubai disagreed. “Just because she’s an employee, the boss has to send her home? It’s after work hours now.”

Su Mo, fueled by alcohol, felt irritated and sneered, “At the company, he’s the boss. After hours, they’re not close!”

With that, she grabbed Sang Wan’s hand and tried to pull her away.

But as soon as Sang Wan stood up, she stumbled and fell back into her seat.

“Momo, my legs are a little weak.”

Her voice was delicate and aggrieved.

When she looked up again, Lu Tingzhou was already standing in front of them.

“I’m heading the same way. I’ll take her.”

Su Mo nodded eagerly, this was the opportunity Sang Wan had always wanted.

“Then we’ll trouble President Lu.”

With that, she grabbed her bag and left without hesitation.

Shen Yubai scoffed. “She sure knows how to create opportunities for you.”

Sang Wan sighed. “I wouldn’t dare trouble President Lu. I can walk on my own.”

She slowly stood up, took her bag, and walked away.

Sitting hadn’t been so bad, but standing made her head spin uncomfortably.

But since he had rejected her so bluntly, she still had her pride, didn’t she?

“Should I go after her?”

Shen Yubai glanced at Lu Tingzhou, unsure what he was thinking.

Song Ze pushed him along. “Why would you? You’re not even going the same way. The wine isn’t finished yet, stay and have another drink with me.”

As he said this, Song Ze was conflicted. He didn’t want Lu Tingzhou to get too involved with Sang Wan, but seeing him silently endure the pain alone was unbearable.

He didn’t know if this was the right thing to do.

As Shen Yubai followed Song Ze away, he shot Lu Tingzhou a look. “Do you have a thing for her?”

Lu Tingzhou ignored him, grabbed his coat, and strode off.

When he reached the club entrance, he saw Sang Wan trying to hail a cab.

Without a word, he stood beside her. The hem of her dress fluttered in the wind, brushing against his knee.

Then, her fragrant hair inadvertently grazed his chin, sending a faint itch through him.

Sensing someone behind her, Sang Wan turned slightly.

Their eyes met, and Sang Wan’s delicate brows furrowed involuntarily.

“Legs not weak anymore?”

Lu Tingzhou’s voice was deep, resonating even more richly in the night, making one want to hear more.

Sang Wan glanced at Lu Tingzhou’s car and smiled coyly. “Weak, of course they’re weak. But I wouldn’t dare trouble President Lu. I’ll remember your instructions, avoid private interactions.”

The alcohol and the breeze had flushed her cheeks, and the natural allure at the corners of her eyes made Lu Tingzhou’s Adam’s apple bob slightly.

He couldn’t help but recall that night, the soft, delicate figure, unable to conceal her allure, melting into a puddle of desire like a murmuring brook, both enticing and maddening, making him wish to drown in her.

The night breeze swept away the thoughts that shouldn’t have lingered in his mind. Looking at the stubborn woman before him, Lu Tingzhou’s lips curved almost imperceptibly before he stepped into the car.

Sang Wan watched the man walk past without a glance, a faint sense of melancholy settling in her heart. A man of his caliber, she doubted she’d ever encounter someone like him again.

…

Seated in the car, Lu Tingzhou observed the woman waiting by the roadside.

Lin Hao, noticing his gaze, hesitated before cautiously asking, “Mr. Lu, shall we go?”

Lu Tingzhou didn’t respond. Instead, he took a cigarette from the case, placed it between his lips, and lit it, rolling down the window as he exhaled the first puff. Smoking silently, he tapped out a message on his phone.

Sang Wan, unable to hail a cab and feeling weak, stood unsteadily, her fragile figure swaying slightly.

Just as she grew anxious, two people approached, eyeing her curiously.

“Hey, aren’t you Sang Wan?”

“It really is Sang Wan!”

“I’m from the ‘Sang Yu Fei Wan’ fan group! What luck to run into my idol today!”

Soon, passersby also noticed, the woman standing outside the Imperial Club was someone they usually only saw on TV.

As the crowd began to gather, Sang Wan grew increasingly flustered.

Fortunately, Song Ze happened to step out. “Everyone, please give her space. Miss Sang attended a friend’s birthday party tonight and isn’t feeling well. Let her rest.”

The onlookers, sensing her exhaustion, reluctantly backed off.

“Isn’t that Tingzhou’s car? Go, quick.”

Sang Wan didn’t resist. Though things between them were strained, it was better than being mobbed by fans. Besides, with Song Ze present, Lu Tingzhou wouldn’t dare to kick her out.

After helping her into the car, Song Ze glanced at Lu Tingzhou, his gaze inscrutable.

“Dr. Song, thank you. I’ll treat you to dinner sometime.”

Unlike Sang Wan’s sweet tone, Lu Tingzhou neither looked at him nor spoke. He merely lifted his chin and ordered coolly, “Drive.”

Watching the car speed away, Song Ze bit his lip. Perhaps these two were fated to collide.

He couldn’t help but think, if only Sang Wan had quietly married, how much simpler things would be. But she had chosen the spotlight, standing where she shone brightest. How could Lu Tingzhou ever let go?

After driving some distance in silence, Sang Wan was the first to speak.

Turning to Lu Tingzhou, she met his gaze lightly. “Thank you for the help, Mr. Lu.”

His expression remained indifferent. “Song Ze’s favor.”

The implication was clear, she was merely riding on Song Ze’s coattails.

Pouting, Sang Wan gave her address before leaning against the window, putting as much distance between them as possible. The wind tousled her long, silky hair, its inky strands gleaming like satin.

Her flawless figure was on full display, every curve tantalizing, especially that slender waist, so delicate it seemed it could be encircled with one hand. The memory of gripping it sent an unwelcome heat surging through Lu Tingzhou.

As her hair fluttered toward him again, he raised a hand to block it, preventing the strands from brushing his face. The smooth locks slipped through his fingers, leaving a faint itch.

Frowning, his deep voice cut through the silence. “Roll up the window a bit.”

Lin Hao promptly complied, closing it halfway.

Sang Wan, already weak, had been comfortable leaning against the window, until now…

She could only prop her head up with one hand, leaning to the side.

At the moment, her head felt uncomfortable, heavy and groggy.

Thinking about the troubles of the day, her heart sank. She still hadn’t found her grandfather, and she had no idea how he was doing.

Lu Tingzhou glanced at Sang Wan, noticing her occasional frowns and pensive expressions, every emotion clear on her face. The corner of his lips curved slightly.

“Something on your mind?” he asked.

Sang Wan lifted her eyelids and turned to look at him. The man only gave her his profile, his features sharp and defined.

The car wasn’t particularly dark, with streetlights casting intermittent shadows across his face. He was undeniably handsome, thick brows, bright eyes, and perfectly sculpted features, almost flawless. The transparent lenses of his glasses added a touch of mature rationality to his demeanor.

Years of experience had honed him into someone steady and composed, exuding the restrained nobility and authority of a man in power. His cool, unapproachable aura made others think twice before getting close.

And then… those thin lips: sensual, attractive, impossible not to be drawn to.

The cool touch from last night’s brief contact still lingered vividly in her memory.

Sensing Sang Wan’s gaze but hearing no response, Lu Tingzhou turned to look at her.

She was staring at him intently, her slender fingers interlaced, her right thumb pressing deeply into her left palm.

“Like what you see?”

“Very much.”

His cool, low voice snapped Sang Wan back to reality, and her face instantly flushed.

Such a narcissistic old man, asking so casually.

But then again, this was Lu Tingzhou. And with a face like his, he certainly had the right to be narcissistic.

“What were you thinking about just now?”

From the tone of her piano playing earlier, he knew she was in a bad mood and felt a faint concern.

“What else? Money, of course.”

Sang Wan was telling the truth. Seeing that his attitude tonight seemed decent, not as cold as usual, she mustered her courage and asked, “President Lu, forget feelings for a moment. How about we talk business?”

After speaking, she bit her lower lip nervously, her fingers tightening around the hem of her skirt as she stared at Lu Tingzhou with hopeful eyes.

Business?

This little fox wanted to talk business with him.

Wondering what trick she was up to, Lu Tingzhou met her glistening gaze and felt his chest tighten.

After a brief pause, he quietly reined in his emotions and steadied his slightly erratic breathing.

“Miss Sang, I don’t think we have much business to discuss.”

Sang Wan waved her hand dismissively. “The Lu Group has numerous brands under its umbrella, and the annual endorsement fees are substantial. With my current fame, I’m more than qualified to endorse a few mid-to-low-tier products. After all, not many celebrities are willing to lower their status by endorsing such brands.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

Lu Tingzhou watched the little fox before him, pretending not to understand.

“I want to endorse Lu Group’s mid-to-low-tier products, for three years.”

Lin Hao, sitting in the front seat, couldn’t help but feel pleased hearing Sang Wan’s proposal. If this went through, it would be a great deal for the Lu Group.

After all, the mid-to-low-tier market had huge demand, but competition was fierce. The influence of a brand ambassador could make or break a product’s success.

Sang Wan looked at Lu Tingzhou, speaking with utmost sincerity. She wanted to seize this opportunity.

Three hundred million, if she could gather that much, she might be able to save the company and buy herself time to investigate what had really happened three years ago.

Truthfully, she still wanted to salvage the Sang Group. It was her grandfather’s lifelong work. If he ever woke up one day to find his family scattered and the company gone, how could he bear it?

“And what do you want in return?”

“Lend me 200 million, and I’ll pay it back within three years. During those three years, I’ll endorse the Lu Corporation as interest, free of charge.”

“Three years, 200 million, and it’s just a loan. Miss Sang, don’t you think that’s a loss?”

Sang Wan sighed. “What can I do? I need the money urgently.”

Lu Tingzhou looked at her, his gaze clear and composed, no longer carrying the overt flirtation from yesterday.

“Miss Sang is certainly sincere, but I’m afraid our company’s affairs are none of your concern.”

Sang Wan bit her lip, staring at him. This man was truly difficult. The terms were more than generous, someone like Wang Sheng would’ve happily agreed already.

But then again, who told her to be drawn in by his looks? Who told her to be so fixated on that face of his?

Frustrated, Sang Wan suddenly laughed. “President Lu really doesn’t spare any sentiment, considering you’ve kissed and held me before. But that’s fine. Since you’re heartless, you shouldn’t have any objections if I switch targets.”