He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 33

Upstairs, Xu Mingyue lay in bed scrolling through Weibo, feeling immensely pleased to see Sang Wan being viciously attacked online.

But the more she read, the more something felt off. The trending topic was losing steam, and even the paparazzo had deleted his posts. A sense of panic crept into her heart.

Hearing commotion downstairs, she irritably walked to the staircase and peeked over the railing.

The moment she saw that handsome face, now as cold and menacing as the King of Hell, her smile froze instantly.

Lu Tingzhou!

What was he doing here?!

Just as she was puzzling over it, she heard Xu Shiming calling her downstairs.

Xu Mingyue had barely taken two steps when realization struck. Her eyes widened in terror, her heart tightening violently.

Her foot slipped, her slipper missing the step.

“Ah!”

A short, sharp scream escaped her lips.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, Xu Mingyue tumbled head over heels down the spiral staircase.

Thud.

A dull, sickening impact echoed through the hall.

She rolled down the stairs in a pathetic heap before finally crashing onto the hard marble floor.

Her forehead had struck the sharp edge of a step during the fall, and now blood gushed freely down her face.

Xu Mingyue didn’t know whether she was too dazed to cry or simply too afraid of provoking someone to let out a sound.

She lay there, playing dead.

“Yueyue!”

Lin Lan rushed out of the bedroom at the sight of her daughter tumbling down the stairs.

She struggled to help Xu Mingyue up, then turned to speak. “President Lu, you-”

Lu Tingzhou shot her a frigid glance, and Lin Lan immediately clamped her mouth shut.

Xu Shiming stood trembling to the side, not even daring to lift a finger to help.

Lu Tingzhou reached behind him, yanking forward the terrified paparazzo. With a swift kick to the back of his knees, the man collapsed onto the floor in front of Xu Mingyue.

“Miss Xu, you’ve ruined me,” the paparazzo spat. “You told me Sang Wan was just some nobody who slept around, that she had no backing!”

Before he could say more, Lu Tingzhou kicked him square in the back, sending him sprawling face-first onto the ground. A mouthful of blood sprayed across the floor.

“Mr. Xu, since you’ve failed to discipline your daughter, I’ll do it for you.”

Lu Tingzhou’s voice was icy, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over Xu Mingyue, who had just managed to sit up.

Her vision swam with pain, warm blood trickling down her cheeks. She knew it was there but couldn’t bring herself to wipe it away. Instead, she bit her lip hard, trembling uncontrollably as she stared at Lu Tingzhou in abject terror.

Lu Tingzhou flicked his hand slightly backward.

A black-suited bodyguard stepped forward.

“President Lu, let’s talk this through,” Lin Lan pleaded. “Yueyue made a mistake, and we’ll make sure she learns from it.”

“Too late.” His voice was quiet but bone-chilling.

Two more bodyguards moved in, dragging Lin Lan aside.

Then,

Slap!

Slap!

Two sharp, brutal strikes landed on Xu Mingyue’s face with merciless force.

The impact sent her already spinning head into a daze, and she collapsed instantly.

Her cheeks burned with pain, blood from her forehead smearing across her face, mixing with humiliated tears. She looked both grotesque and pitiful.

Crawling on the floor, she let out stifled, broken sobs, too afraid to even wail aloud.

Xu Shiming never dared to utter a word.

Lu Tingzhou’s glacial gaze slowly turned toward him.

“Xu Shiming,” he said, his tone eerily calm yet terrifying, “if you still want to survive in Shencheng, keep your family in line.”

Every word was like a hammer, crushing Xu Shiming’s heart.

He took a step forward, his overwhelming presence suffocating Xu Shiming to the point where he could barely breathe.

“Sang wan is mine. If you dare lay a finger on her again, I’ll make sure your entire family vanishes from Shencheng without a trace.”

His words fell like a death sentence, plunging the room into silence.

Xu Shiming felt a chill shoot up from his feet to the crown of his head, so paralyzing he even forgot to breathe.

Late at night.

Sang Wan tossed and turned in bed, unable to shake off the vicious comments and photos swirling in her mind.

Outwardly composed, but how could she remain unaffected in the face of such relentless slander?

Just as her thoughts churned, her phone screen lit up, Bai Wei is calling.

Sangwan answered softly, “Sister Wei.”

“Wanwan,” Bai Wei’s voice came through the receiver, “I was worried you couldn’t sleep, so I called to tell you, I’ve already issued a statement about the Weibo situation. The legal team has secured evidence and is preparing to file a lawsuit. Don’t be afraid.”

Sangwan gave a quiet “Mm.” This was expected, but she also knew that public opinion wasn’t something a mere statement could easily quell.

“But… I think someone might be helping us. That first gossip account that posted the rumors has been deleted.”

“No… wait, the trending topic’s been taken down. Wanwan, check quickly, it’s gone!”

Bai Wei suddenly gasped in surprise.

Sang Wan frowned in confusion and opened Weibo as instructed.

Then, she froze.

All those overwhelming, malicious trending topics, gone without a trace!

#Rising Starlet Drunk at Nightclub, Reduced to a Plaything for the Elite#

This explosive hashtag, along with the vile comments beneath it, had vanished as if wiped away by an invisible hand.

So cleanly, it was as though they had never existed.

“What… what’s going on?” Sang Wan’s voice trembled slightly, a mix of shock and bewilderment.

“I’m not sure either. It was still there a few minutes ago,” Bai Wei said. “I just noticed the buzz has almost completely died down. Even that original gossip account can’t be found anymore, it’s like it evaporated into thin air.”

Sang Wan’s heart skipped a beat.

It was too fast, too thorough, so much so that she couldn’t process it.

“Wanwan, Shen Corporation’s official website just released a statement and a video.”

“Shen Corporation?”

Sang Wan was stunned… Shen Yubai?

The Shen Group’s website had posted a video of the pianist clarifying the situation. She confirmed that Sang Wan had indeed been at the Imperial Club that night, but she had gone with friends on a whim. Since the piano there was meant for customers to play, anyone could take a turn. The pianist even praised Sang Wan’s skill, admitting she paled in comparison.

The online sentiment shifted instantly, some praised Sang Wan’s piano skills, while others commended her for being down-to-earth and unpretentious.

After reading through it, Sang Wan exited Weibo and reopened her chat with Lu Tingzhou.

There wasn’t a single message from him. She didn’t even know if he had returned to the country. Could it really have been him?

But if not him, who else had the power to resolve everything so swiftly?

Bai Wei’s voice was now brimming with joy. “The company and Director Luo have also issued statements, along with footage of your audition. This is perfect, all the rumors are crumbling on their own.”

Sang Wan tightened her grip on the phone, her fingertips pressing slightly harder.

A surge of warmth flooded her heart without warning, instantly dispelling the gloom and chill that had weighed on her for days.

Her eyes grew moist.

From Xiao Yan and Director Luo’s trust and encouragement, to Bai Wei, Su Mo, and Qu You’s unwavering support, and now… this thunderous reversal.

She wasn’t fighting alone.

“Great, Wanwan,” Bai Wei’s voice softened. “It’s all over now. Don’t overthink it, just get some rest.”

“Mhm,” Sang Wan sniffled, her voice thick with congestion. “Thank you, Sister Wei.”

After hanging up, Sang Wan sent messages to Su Mo and Qu You, letting them know the storm had passed.

Originally, the two had insisted on coming over to keep her company, but she had refused.

Now that everything was resolved, she wanted to reassure them so they wouldn’t worry.

Turning off her phone, Sang Wan stared blankly at the ceiling.

Lu Tingzhou’s cold, aristocratic face lingered in her mind, refusing to fade.

Nearly a week had passed without seeing him, yet she inexplicably thought of him every day, this feeling only growing stronger with time.

She didn’t know if this was what they called longing.

Though she messaged him daily, mostly teasing, sometimes flirting, she had never once said the word “miss.”

Afraid of being rejected again, afraid of losing face.

That man’s mind was as deep and unfathomable as the ocean, impossible for her to decipher.

Yet his face in her mind only grew clearer.

Biting her lip, Sang Wan felt an impulsive urge to call him.

This restless, gnawing sensation left her deeply unsettled.

Lost in thought, sleep became even more elusive.

…

Downstairs.

Lu Tingzhou stood beneath a streetlamp, his gaze lifting toward Sang Wan’s window.

The light was still on.

That warm glow dispelled the lingering frost and hostility he had carried from the Xu family.

After what had happened, she probably couldn’t sleep. When her insomnia was severe, Sang Wan had gone days without rest.

At the thought, he strode forward, his long legs carrying him straight toward that warm light.

Ding-dong, ding-dong…

The crisp chime of the doorbell pierced the quiet night with startling clarity.

Sang Wan jolted, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating.

Who could it be at this hour?

The bell rang again. Wrapping herself in a robe and slipping on her slippers, she cautiously approached the door and peered through the peephole.

When she saw the tall, imposing figure outside, her breath hitched.

Lu Tingzhou?!

H-how… how was he here?!

Her mind buzzed, momentarily blank.

Instinctively, she tightened the collar of her nightgown, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

The man outside wore a simple black shirt and dress pants, his tie loosely draped around his neck. His sleeves were casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing strong, well-defined wrists.

Unlike his usual refined elegance, there was now a hint of roguish charm about him.

Sang Wan stared at him, stunned.

Lu Tingzhou’s gaze remained fixed on her, his eyes swirling with emotions she couldn’t decipher.

“Not going to let me in?”

His voice was low, his lips quirking slightly, though his eyes remained unfathomably deep.

“Lu… Lu Tingzhou?” Her voice came out dry, laced with unmistakable fluster.

Without a word, Lu Tingzhou stepped forward, crossing the threshold.

As he entered, the faint scent of tobacco instantly filled her senses: dominant, almost invasive.

The door clicked softly shut behind him.

The space between them suddenly felt cramped, charged with an unspoken tension.

Sang Wan’s heart pounded like a drum, her palms damp with sweat.

“You… when did you get back?” She struggled to keep her voice steady.

Lu Tingzhou’s gaze was dark and intense as it locked onto her. Seeing her standing motionless at the door, he turned back and strode toward her step by step.

With every step he took, Sang Wan felt her heartbeat quicken and her breath grow tighter.

Until he stopped right in front of her, his tall frame nearly enveloping her completely.

“Evening,” he finally spoke, his voice low and slightly hoarse, laced with a hint of exhaustion, yet unbearably sexy.

He paused, his gaze lingering on her flushed lips before the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward. “Then, overtime until now.”

Sang Wan’s cheeks burned under his scrutiny. She averted her eyes awkwardly, her shy demeanor a stark contrast to the boldness she had shown when teasing him earlier.

“T-that sounds… pretty exhausting.”

As she spoke, Sang Wan lowered her gaze. It seemed she had overthought things, he was so busy, how could he possibly pay attention to online gossip?

“Mhm.”

Lu Tingzhou let out a low hum before leaning in slightly, his warm breath brushing against the shell of her ear.

“So, I’m here to claim my overtime pay.”

“Overtime… pay?” Sang Wan’s mind went blank. What kind of riddle was he playing now?

The next second, her chin was gently lifted by the cool tips of his fingers, forcing her to meet his fathomless dark eyes.

The faint smile on Lu Tingzhou’s lips only deepened her confusion.

“Sang Wan,” he murmured, his voice rough and husky. “Kiss me.”

Those words exploded in her mind like a detonation.