He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 36

His thin lips curved slightly, his voice low and magnetic. “Miss me?”

The warmth of his breath brushed against her face, sending a tingling, ambiguous shiver through her.

Sang Wan’s heart pounded wildly.

Her gaze fixed on the man’s Adam’s apple as it bobbed slightly. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips curving into a smile. “Shouldn’t I?”

Without waiting for Lu Tingzhou’s reply, her soft, pink lips pressed against the spot she’d been longing to touch.

The man stiffened instantly, his arm tightening around her waist as he pulled her flush against him.

Sang Wan had no doubts, she liked him. From the moment she decided to tease him, she knew.

“Sang Wan, don’t play with fire.”

Lu Tingzhou’s husky voice hung between them, thick with tension.

A tremor ran through her body. She knew exactly what he meant.

She wasn’t naive. She’d seen co-stars hooking up on set, and besides, she liked him.

But the man before her didn’t seem to want to take things further.

Because he pushed her away.

Pouting, she obediently stepped back, looking like a child who’d been caught misbehaving.

Lu Tingzhou reached out and pinched her cheek. “I’ll take you to the set tomorrow.”

Sang Wan blinked. “You can get away?”

“I’ll come back at night. As long as I don’t miss the Monday morning meeting, it’s fine.”

She stared at him, eyes sparkling. Weren’t men supposed to be led by their instincts? Why didn’t Lu Tingzhou seem that way with her?

Lu Tingzhou looked at her, aching to kiss her but afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop. If he gave in now, he’d only suffer later.

Bending down, he slid an arm under her knees and scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her to the couch.

“Let’s have a drink together.”

Sang Wan had a habit of drinking before bed. Over the past two months, he’d noticed she always had a couple of glasses each night.

Hearing this, her eyes lit up. “Can we go to the balcony? I like drinking there.”

Lu Tingzhou paused, then nodded. “Sure.”

Once they were seated on the balcony with their glasses, Sang Wan’s gaze drifted unconsciously to the opposite building.

Lu Tingzhou followed her line of sight to his own dark apartment across the way.

“What are you looking at? Someone you know lives there?”

Sang Wan shook her head. “No, just a man. I often see him standing on the balcony smoking, never with the lights on. He looks kind of lonely.”

Lu Tingzhou: “…”

Yeah, lonely indeed. His own woman was right across from him, watching, yet he couldn’t acknowledge her, couldn’t even admit it.

But at least this girl had come back to him.

“A man who only stays silent and never fights for what he wants doesn’t deserve sympathy, no matter how pitiful he seems.”

He was talking about himself, the three years he’d wasted.

Sang Wan pursed her lips. “Not everyone is as domineering and confident as you, President Lu.”

Lu Tingzhou glanced at her, the corner of his mouth lifting.

He’d been weak once too. Thankfully, he’d woken up in time.

But he still held to his principle: first, the heart; then, the bed.

…

The next afternoon, Lu Tingzhou took Sang Wan downstairs.

But she was reluctant to leave, dragging her feet as she held his hand.

“There’s a surprise waiting downstairs.”

“Nothing’s a surprise without you.”

Sang Wan’s flirty words came effortlessly.

Lu Tingzhou’s grip on her hand tightened, pleased.

When they reached the lobby, Aunt Liu approached respectfully. “Miss.”

Sang Wan hesitated. “Aunt Liu, did something happen at home?”

Aunt Liu smiled. “I’ve left the Sang family. Mr. Lu asked me to come with you, to take care of you on set.”

Sang Wan froze for a moment, turning to look at Lu Tingzhou with a mix of surprise and astonishment in her eyes.

“What about your family?”

“Mr. Lu has already made arrangements for them, so I can follow you without worry.”

Sang Wan’s eyes reddened slightly as she gazed at Lu Tingzhou. “How did you know about Aunt Liu?”

Lin Hao stood to the side, helping Qi Qi pack the luggage, thinking to himself, how could he not know? The boss had him investigate every detail about Sang Wan.

This Aunt Liu was the woman who had raised Sang Wan since childhood, and Sang Wan held a special affection for her.

If not for her paralyzed husband at home, who relied on the Sang family’s wages, she would have left the household long ago.

Lu Tingzhou pointed at Lin Hao. “He told me. Said you were raised by Aunt Liu since you were little.”

Lin Hao’s eyebrow twitched, but he nodded immediately. “Right, I heard about it and mentioned it to the boss.”

Watching the faint, almost imperceptible tenderness in his boss’s eyes, Lin Hao wisely lowered his head, marveling inwardly.

This thousand-year-old iron tree was truly about to bloom.

And the object of his affection? None other than the delicate, soft-spoken Miss Sang.

Qi Qi and Aunt Liu exchanged knowing smiles, both recognizing the depth of Lu Tingzhou’s care for Sang Wan.

The car glided smoothly out of the city, heading toward the film studio.

The two-hour drive should have been an opportunity for sweet, lingering intimacy for a couple in love.

Yet between Sang Wan and Lu Tingzhou, there was an unusual tranquility: no forced conversation, no sticky sweet nothings.

Sang Wan leaned against Lu Tingzhou’s shoulder, her breathing light and even, like a cat that had found the coziest nest.

Lu Tingzhou tilted his head slightly, catching the faint, sweet fragrance of her hair. His arm encircled her with just the right amount of pressure, firm enough to claim, yet gentle enough to comfort.

Outside the window, the scenery rushed past, but inside the car, it was as if they existed in a small, insulated world, untouched by the noise beyond.

The air was thick with an almost tangible sweetness, making hearts itch with warmth.

Occasionally, Sang Wan shifted slightly, adjusting into a more comfortable position, and Lu Tingzhou would instinctively tighten his hold, pulling her deeper into his embrace.

She would then settle obediently, though the corners of her lips curled secretly in satisfaction.

He seemed to enjoy this position. And of course, so did she.

So much so that her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until she drifted into a deep sleep.

For someone who struggled to fall asleep even in bed, let alone in a moving car, this was nothing short of a miracle.

Meanwhile, Qi Qi drove while Bai Wei and Aunt Liu chatted animatedly in the backseat.

“Sister Wei, does this mean we’ve got a powerful backer now?”

After all, the entertainment industry thrived on capital, and Sang Wan had faced her share of opposition over the years.

Her brilliance had often been overshadowed by those with deeper pockets in the battle for roles.

Bai Wei smirked. “That’s our Sang Wan for you, silent until she strikes, and then she stuns everyone. And this backer? Rock-solid. Just look at how doting Mr. Lu is.”

“Once our studio is set up, Sister Wan will lead us straight to the top. Having a backer makes all the difference. Just knowing it’s Lu Tingzhou gives me confidence.”

Qi Qi couldn’t help but sit a little taller behind the wheel.

Aunt Liu chuckled. “It’s good that Wanwan has found a reliable partner. At least her mother can rest in peace now. But wealthy men, do they really…”

Bai Wei paused for a moment before smiling. “Sang Wan’s circumstances mean she was never destined to marry into an ordinary family. Besides, Lu Tingzhou doesn’t strike me as the irresponsible type. And let’s not forget, we should have faith in Sang Wan.”

Qi Qi nodded. “Since Sis Wan had her sights set on him long ago, she must have done her research. She’s never one to act impulsively.”

Bai Wei agreed. “That’s true. She may look delicate, but deep down, she’s stubborn and refuses to admit defeat.”

Aunt Liu chimed in proudly, “Exactly. Whatever she sets her mind to, she excels at it. Back when the mistress was alive, she often said Sang Wan’s temperament was nothing like hers, she knows how to act sweet but also how to stand her ground and fight for what she wants. She’ll never let herself be taken advantage of.”

Bai Wei pressed her lips together. “As expected of a mother, no one understands her child better.”

Curious about Sang Wan’s mother, Bai Wei asked, “Aunt Liu, did Sang Wan’s parents have a good relationship?”

Aunt Liu hesitated briefly. “That’s hard for me to say. The master was quite attentive to the mistress, but he was always busy with work and often worked late. As for the mistress’s feelings toward him…”

Qi Qi, who had some insight from her frequent visits to the Sang household when Sang Wan’s mother was alive, interjected, “Aunt Liu, you mean Aunt Sang was distant toward Uncle Xu, right?”

“Yes. At first, the mistress was polite toward the master, but later, they barely spoke.”

Bai Wei sighed. “Then there must have been a rift between them as a couple.”

Aunt Liu nodded. “Indeed. It wasn’t like a normal marriage. The old master tried to advise the mistress, but her temperament was even more unyielding than Wanwan’s.”

As they chatted, they neared the film studio. In the car ahead, Sang Wan was still fast asleep, undisturbed.

Lu Tingzhou watched her peaceful slumber, his gaze lingering. Her lashes, dark as crow feathers, were long and curled, and her porcelain-like skin bore a faint downy glow in the light, making her resemble a delicate sleeping doll.

He longed to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips, a sensation he found utterly irresistible. But fearing he might wake her, he restrained himself.

“Hey, Sister Wei, this isn’t the way to the hotel,” Qi Qi suddenly remarked.

Only then did Bai Wei notice the unfamiliar route. “I don’t know, but following Mr. Lu can’t be wrong.”

The car eventually stopped at the entrance of an upscale residential complex. After the security guard verified their information, they were allowed in.

Bai Wei chuckled. “See? I told you Mr. Lu wouldn’t steer us wrong. Xiao Yan lives in this complex too.”

“I know this place,” Qi Qi said. “I once wanted to rent a unit here, but Sis Wan said it was too expensive and not worth it. Besides, none of us can cook, so a hotel was more practical.”

“So, Mr. Lu had Aunt Liu come along because he planned this from the start,” Bai Wei mused, now even more convinced of Lu Tingzhou’s genuine interest in Sang Wan.

The car pulled up in front of a townhouse. Though it was only a row house, the surroundings were far superior to any hotel.

“Mr. Lu…” Lin Hao began, glancing at the rearview mirror, but the warning look from Lu Tingzhou, who was still holding Sang Wan in the back seat, silenced him instantly. The icy disdain in that gaze made Lin Hao shrink back.

His voice dropped to a whisper, as if afraid of being overheard. “Mr. Lu, we’ve arrived.”

Lu Tingzhou gave him a look and gestured toward the car door.

Understanding immediately, Lin Hao carefully unbuckled his seatbelt, stepped out, and closed the door as quietly as possible.

“Assistant Lin, why isn’t Mr. Lu getting out?” someone asked.

Bai Wei and Aunt Liu had already gotten out of the car. Noticing that Sang Wan and Lu Tingzhou hadn’t alighted yet, they curiously came over to ask.

“Miss Bai, Miss Sang has fallen asleep. President Lu, let’s go in first to put the luggage away and see what’s missing. I’ll have someone go shopping for supplies.”

As the courtyard gate opened, Qi Qi drove the car into the garage.

For a moment, only the black Maybach remained at the entrance.

Lu Tingzhou looked at Sang Wan, who was soundly asleep against him, and couldn’t bear to wake her.

Song Ze had mentioned that her insomnia had improved a lot. His student, who was good friends with Sang Wan, also regularly reminded her to go for follow-ups with the psychologist.

Fortunately, his little girl was optimistic, resilient, and full of strength.

Outside the car, dusk painted the sky, while inside, the light grew dimmer.

As if she had slept her fill, Sang Wan slowly woke on her own, with no one rousing her.

Rubbing her eyes in the dim light, she noticed the man she was leaning against had also dozed off. A faint smile curled at the corners of her lips.

Leaning in slowly, she pressed a soft kiss to his handsome, thin lips.

Just as she was about to pull away, the man’s large hand cupped the back of her neck, instantly deepening the kiss.