He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 30

The phone slipped from his grasp and landed on the smooth conference table with a crisp clatter, startlingly loud in the silent meeting room.

All the executives were stunned, exchanging bewildered glances. They had never seen their unflappable CEO, Lu Tingzhou, lose his composure like this.

Lin Hao, quick to react, swiftly picked up the phone under everyone’s astonished gaze.

The screen was still lit.

With an inadvertent glance, Lin Hao froze in place.

In the photo, the backdrop was the company’s solemn gilded logo, while the foreground.

The radiant Miss Sang puckered her red lips, her gaze irresistibly alluring. Her curvaceous figure was accentuated by a body-hugging dress, especially the deliberately lowered neckline that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of milky-white skin and a hint of cleavage…

The contrast between the seductive woman and the stern, cold company name created a striking visual impact!

This… this…

Lin Hao sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

Was Miss Sang… openly seducing President Lu right outside Lu Corporation?!

And sending a selfie to provoke him, how bold, how thrilling!

Lu Tingzhou’s jaw tightened, a faint flush creeping up his ears.

He snatched the phone back from Lin Hao, his movements so swift it seemed like he was trying to hide something, and immediately flipped the screen face-down on the table.

Taking a deep breath, he struggled to suppress the sudden surge of heat in his chest and… an inexplicable flicker of delight.

This little temptress!

Clearing his slightly tight throat, his voice came out deeper and huskier than before, though he still tried to maintain his usual cool detachment:

“The meeting… ends here for today. Submit the detailed proposal to me first thing tomorrow.”

As he left, the executives exchanged confused looks. The meeting had barely started, they hadn’t even gotten to the substantive content yet.

“Assistant Lin, what on earth happened? I’ve never seen President Lu so flustered before,” the head of the tech department blocked Lin Hao, eager for answers.

Lin Hao pressed his lips together. Could he say it? Did he dare?

After a moment of hesitation, Lin Hao awkwardly replied, “Let’s not speculate. We should trust CEO Lu, no matter what it is, he’ll handle it.”

With that, Lin Hao hurried after Lu Tingzhou, trailing behind him while barely suppressing his laughter, his shoulders shaking slightly.

CEO Lu… had been completely ensnared by that little vixen!

Back in his office, Lu Tingzhou irritably loosened his tie, the provocative image still burning in his mind.

Especially those bewitching fox-like eyes, brimming with defiance yet tinged with a hint of forlorn grievance.

And that whiny “Wuwuwu.”

His temples throbbed.

He picked up his phone, unlocked the screen, and the photo reappeared before his eyes.

His thumb unconsciously brushed lightly over the expanse of fair skin.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

After composing himself for a couple of seconds, he dialed Sang Wan’s number.

The call connected almost instantly. Sang Wan’s sweet, soft voice carried a deliberate note of feigned surprise and aloofness: “Oh? Isn’t this the ever-busy CEO Lu? What brings you to call a nobody like me?”

Her sarcastic tone made Lu Tingzhou both amused and irritated.

His deep, husky voice came through the line, “Where are you?”

“Why does CEO Lu care? Afraid a weak little woman like me might do something to tarnish Lu Corporation’s reputation right outside your building?”

Sang Wan continued her performance.

Lu Tingzhou pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing his patience with this little troublemaker was rapidly dwindling.

“Come up,” he said tersely.

“Oh my, how could I possibly impose?” Sang Wan sighed exaggeratedly. “The security guard downstairs just told me that countless women scheme every day to get close to President Lu. My little trick of delivering afternoon tea is so overused it’s practically stale. I’d better not join the crowd, wouldn’t want to dirty your eyes or annoy you, President Lu.”

The grievance and dissatisfaction in her tone were unmistakable, laced with a hint of smugness.

Listening to her vivid “complaint,” Lu Tingzhou’s mind flashed back to that glaringly obvious photo, her pouting red lips, her seductive gaze, all while feigning an expression of deep injustice.

The corners of his lips curled helplessly, his eyes brimming with an indulgent amusement he hadn’t even noticed himself.

This little thing, really…

He chuckled lowly. “Even if others have overused it, when you do it, it’s different.”

Sang Wan curved her lips. “Well, sorry, but I don’t feel like doing it anymore. I don’t like using things others have already worn out. Goodbye, President Lu. I won’t disturb your work.”

With that, she hung up directly.

Lu Tingzhou gritted his teeth, staring at the disconnected call in momentary disbelief.

…

That evening, Sang Wan had just finished dinner and was curled up on the sofa reading a script when the doorbell rang.

She got up to answer it.

The moment the door was unlocked, a pair of long, masculine legs stepped inside.

Recognizing the visitor, Sang Wan curved her lips but said nothing.

Just as she turned to walk away, Lu Tingzhou suddenly pinned her against the door, his palm cradling the back of her head.

“Seems you’ve forgotten everything I said yesterday.”

His deep, magnetic voice brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Yesterday’s words? What had he said yesterday?

She narrowed her eyes, trying to recall. He had said so much, which part was he referring to?

Seeing her obvious confusion, Lu Tingzhou hooked a finger under her chin, leaning in slightly until his lips barely grazed the corner of her mouth. “Being teased isn’t comfortable. I can start fires too,” he reminded her helpfully.

Sang Wan stared into his enlarged pupils, her own reflection staring back, that familiar sensation washing over her again.

As she gazed at him unblinkingly, his other hand drifted deliberately down the curve of her back.

When those restless fingers pressed lightly against her waist, Sang Wan snapped back to reality, her face flushing instantly.

“So shy, yet trying to play the little vixen.”

Whether intentional or not, his slightly curled fingers skimmed over her smooth, slender thigh.

His gaze bore into her as he asked, “Still want to keep playing?”

Sang Wan struggled to calm her pounding heart, but it seemed utterly beyond her control.

His warm breath teased her lips, if she just turned her head slightly, she could taste him.

The memory of that night at the hotel had nearly faded from her mind.

As if sensing her thoughts, just as Sang Wan began to turn, Lu Tingzhou straightened slightly, putting distance between them.

“Today’s photo, your technique needs work. Practice more in the future.”

Sang Wan frowned, a fleeting sense of disappointment washing over her. She had been so close to kissing him.

She was only human, after all. With such temptation right in front of her, how could she resist?

But what exactly was this man trying to do?

Her interest in him, her intentions, had been obvious from the start. So what was this act now?

Revenge?

Unwilling to back down, Sang Wan wrapped her arms around his neck, her body soft and pliant, her voice dripping with honey.

“Mr. Lu is right. I’ll practice more in the future, please guide me.”

Lu Tingzhou lowered his gaze, taking in her bewitching demeanor, then placed a hand on the delicate curve of her waist, his lips curving upward. “No need to stand on ceremony. We’re old acquaintances, after all.”

Sang Wan stared at the smiling man before her, two little voices warring in her head.

Little White: Girl, have some dignity. Desperation isn’t attractive.

Little Yellow: Dignity, my ass! Just pounce on him now, immediate gains are what matter most.

Little White: No, no, don’t listen to her nonsense. Play it cool. Winning his heart lasts longer than just winning his body.

Little Yellow: Winning his body is easy, winning his heart is hard. Why torture yourself? Pleasure comes first.

Sang Wan: “…”

The amusement in Lu Tingzhou’s eyes deepened as he slowly released her, his tone aristocratic and composed.

“I’ll be away on business for a few days. Whatever’s on your mind, we’ll talk when I return. Think carefully about what you really want in the meantime.”

Sang Wan’s face burned even hotter. What kind of man was this? Some mind-reading demon?

Why did it feel like he saw right through her?

Where’s your acting skills, Sang Wan? All those years in the industry wasted.

But what did he mean by telling her to think about what she wanted?

Wasn’t it obvious? She just wanted to seduce him, secure a powerful ally.

By the time Lu Tingzhou left, Sang Wan was still dazed.

Somehow, their positions had reversed, she’d set out to charm him, only to end up being the one charmed, and now she had no idea what he wanted.

On Monday, the script reading for Storm Rising officially began.

To avoid paparazzi, they’d chosen the highly private Fushan Resort Hotel, nestled between mountains and water, its surroundings breathtakingly beautiful.

As the female lead, Sang Wan arrived early.

Dressed in a simple white dress with minimal makeup, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, she was still stunning enough to steal anyone’s breath.

The director hadn’t arrived yet, so Sang Wan sat in the lobby reviewing the script. It was a political intrigue drama, with a female lead who sought revenge after being reborn.

The heroine’s background and fate resonated deeply with Sang Wan, unloved by her father, used as a pawn for the family’s ambitions, eerily similar to her own situation.

She was engrossed in reading when the male lead, Xiao Yan, strode in with his long legs.

The first thing that caught his eye was the woman before him, her brow occasionally furrowing, her sighs soft, her radiance even more captivating in person than on screen.

The corners of Xiao Yan’s lips lifted as he extended a hand. “Ms. Sang, it’s an honor.”

Sang Wan’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

An award-winning actor.

In the flesh.

This was Xiao Yan, a true legend in the entertainment industry!

Rumors said his family background was so formidable it left people speechless, yet no one had ever dug up concrete details.

Even rarer, he never relied on his connections, letting his acting speak for itself. Humble and low-key, he was almost scandal-free.

Working with him, Sang Wan had come with a mindset of learning.

So being addressed as “Ms. Sang” by him made her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

She quickly stood, extending a slightly trembling hand, overwhelmed. “Mr. Xiao, please just call me Sang Wan. ‘Ms. Sang’ is too formal, it’s an honor to work with you.”

Her voice carried unmistakable excitement, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush, not from shyness, but sheer professional exhilaration.

Xiao Yan’s smile was warm, just as gentle and refined as his reputation suggested.

Noticing her nerves, he chuckled. “No need to be nervous. I’m looking forward to this collaboration too.”

After exchanging a few simple pleasantries, the two took their seats in a harmonious atmosphere.

Not far away, a gaze filled with venomous resentment seemed ready to pierce through Sang Wan’s back.