He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 39

Sang Wan blinked dazedly.

“You promised to feed me something sweet.”

Sang Wan felt her face grow even hotter.

Though she had flirted with him before, the thought of actively feeding him had never crossed her mind.

“I just taught you, don’t tell me you don’t know how.”

Biting her lip, Sang Wan gazed at the man’s sensual lips and the movement of his Adam’s apple, as if bewitched. She rose on tiptoes and slowly leaned in.

Outside the door, Bai Wei and Qi Qi watched the time with knowing smiles. Even the director, who had come to hurry them along, quietly retreated upon learning that President Lu was in the makeup room, thoughtfully rescheduling Sang Wan’s scenes for later.

Song Zixi was displeased. Why was a touch-up taking so long?

She could have finished early and wrapped up for the day, she had someone to pick up at the airport tonight. But now, it seemed Sang Wan was delaying everything.

She asked the director for leniency, but he just smiled and said, “No rush, no rush.”

A long while later, the man seemed insatiable, his lips still pressed hungrily against hers.

Then, his phone rang, an untimely interruption.

Lu Tingzhou acted as though he hadn’t heard, so Sang Wan nudged him.

“Your phone.”

Finally catching her breath, she nestled softly against his chest, listening to the rapid thud of his heartbeat, just as fast as her own.

Lu Tingzhou steadied himself, pulled out his phone, and saw Lin Hao’s name on the screen.

“Speak.”

His voice was hoarse, clearly displeased.

Lin Hao’s nervous voice came through. “President Lu, we’re almost out of time.”

Originally, Lu Tingzhou was supposed to head to the northern airport, but he had left two hours early because he couldn’t resist seeing the woman in his arms. He had detoured all the way to the film studio.

Hanging up, Lu Tingzhou tightened his embrace and said in a low voice, “I’ll arrange for regular deliveries to your grandfather. Xu Shiming won’t dare lay a finger on him again.”

Sang Wan nodded. “Thank you.”

“I’ll… probably be very busy these next few days. Take care of yourself.”

Sang Wan didn’t think much of it, he was always busy, after all.

And so was she.

Only when the man strode away did she realize she hadn’t even asked why he had come so suddenly.

As Lu Tingzhou stepped out of the makeup room, Bai Wei had already cleared the area. His collar was slightly disheveled as he walked past her with his long strides.

“Send the makeup artist in to touch her up,” he said coolly before exiting through the side door and boarding a black Maybach parked nearby.

Just as he turned his gaze, he spotted Song Zixi standing in the distance with a script in hand. His dark eyes narrowed slightly.

Song Zixi was watching him too, her eyes following his car until it disappeared.

Her sister’s flight was landing at six this evening, yet he was here with Sang Wan…

What would happen when her sister returned?

“Sister Xi, your scene is up next. We’ll head back to Shencheng together tonight.”

Xu Mingyue had barely any scenes, she was practically just an extra, spending her time on set eating and playing around. She had wanted to leave with Lu Jinxuan that morning, but she still had a brief appearance scheduled for the afternoon and couldn’t bear to skip it.

After all, opportunities like this were rare.

By the time Sang Wan emerged, her makeup had been retouched, the flush on her cheeks faded, though her lips looked unusually plump.

Song Zixi clenched her jaw. Once Lu Tingzhou discarded Sang Wan, she would make sure everyone knew Sang Wan was nothing but a privileged industry plant.

In her heart, she sneered: Sang Wan, you won’t get away with this. Lu Tingzhou will never be yours.

“Yueyue, could you do me a favor?”

After glancing at Sang Wan, she turned her gaze to Xu Mingyue.

“Sister Xi, no need to be so formal with me. Just say what you need.”

Though Xu Mingyue didn’t know who Song Zixi’s backer was, with no one else willing to help her, Song Zixi was her only hope.

Moreover, she disliked Sang Wan. The enemy of her enemy was her friend, so shared goals were the foundation of their alliance.

Song Zixi leaned in and whispered something in her ear.

Xu Mingyue’s expression grew uneasy. “I can help with this, but if Lu Tingzhou finds out I’m meddling…”

The events of that night were still vivid in her mind.

Song Zixi frowned. “If you don’t have the guts for this, how can you compete with Sang Wan? The Sang family may be struggling, but their market value is still in the billions. Can you earn that much? Without some tricks, how can you live the good life?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Xu Mingyue gritted her teeth and nodded. “Fine, I’ll find a way to make Sang Wan go back.”

Their eyes involuntarily drifted to Sang Wan, who had already begun rehearsing nearby.

That night, Sang Wan had two late-night scenes and didn’t wrap up until nearly midnight.

Leaning back in the car, she scrolled through her phone, there wasn’t a single message from him.

Was he still busy at this hour?

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the screen as she typed out a few words.

Sang Wan: [Are you asleep?]

No reply.

She checked her phone intermittently, but it wasn’t until she had returned to the villa, washed up, and settled into bed that the man finally responded.

Sugar Daddy: [Just finished work. It’s late, get some rest.]

Sang Wan wanted to see him, but considering how rushed he’d been that morning and how late he’d worked, she figured he must be exhausted. She simply replied, “Goodnight.”

For two days straight, Lu Tingzhou didn’t video call Sang Wan in the evenings.

His messages were brief, citing only that work was hectic and urging her to take care of herself.

After wrapping up for the day, Sang Wan curled up on the soft sofa, a glass of wine in hand, her other hand absently tracing the man’s name on her phone screen.

Her heart felt like it was being lightly scratched by a cat’s paw, itchy and hollow.

She missed him, especially on nights like this.

The longing coiled around her heart like vines, tightening silently until it was almost suffocating.

…

Finally, the weekend arrived.

Sang Wan thought even the busiest people must have a moment to breathe on weekends.

On Sunday afternoon, assuming he might be resting at home, she initiated a video call.

“Ring… ring…”

After a few rings, the call was declined.

Sang Wan’s brow furrowed slightly, her finger pausing on the screen.

Soon, Lu Tingzhou sent a message: [I’m out. Can’t video now.]

His voice was deep and magnetic, but carried a faint trace of urgency, along with a deliberately softened tenderness.

Sang Wan’s heart sank.

Before she could dwell on it, a woman’s voice, soft and coquettish, drifted faintly from the other end of the line.

“Tingzhou, there are so many people here.”

The voice was quiet, but it pierced Sang Wan’s eardrums like a needle.

Her fingers tightened around the phone, turning pale at the knuckles.

“Alright, go ahead with your work,” she said, forcing her voice to remain steady.

“Be good,” Lu Tingzhou replied, his tone cool as usual, though the faintest hint of reassurance lingered at the end.

The call ended.

Sang Wan stared blankly at the darkened screen, the hollowness in her chest suddenly replaced by an inexplicable emotion, swelling until it was hard to breathe.

At that moment, Uncle Liu’s call came in.

“Young Miss, the old master hasn’t been feeling well these past couple of days, some stomach trouble, a bit of diarrhea, and he’s running a fever.”

Sang Wan’s heart instantly leaped into her throat. “Is it serious? Has he seen a doctor?”

“The doctor’s been by. Said it’s stomach flu, prescribed some medicine, but the fever hasn’t broken yet. He just seems listless.” Uncle Liu’s voice was laced with concern.

“Uncle Liu, thank you for your hard work. Please keep a close eye on him tonight.”

After hanging up, Sang Wan was filled with anxiety.

Uncle Liu wouldn’t have called her unless he was truly worried.

Xiao Yan noticed her distracted state and walked over.

“What’s on your mind? You seem so lost in thought.”

Sang Wan snapped back to reality, but the worry in her eyes remained.

“What’s wrong?”

Xiao Yan, trained in professional acting, was adept at reading expressions and micro-expressions.

“My grandfather is sick,” Sang Wan replied, her voice tinged with unconcealed concern.

Xiao Yan pressed his lips together. “If you’re really worried, talk to the director. Go back tomorrow, it’s not too far.”

Sang Wan nodded. She knew she wouldn’t feel at ease unless she went to see him.

She checked the shooting schedule on her phone. Monday’s scenes weren’t too heavy, and it seemed she didn’t have any in the morning.

Xiao Yan glanced at the schedule as well and said gently, “Let’s work overtime today and move tomorrow afternoon’s scenes to today. We can push the others’ scenes back a bit.”

Sang Wan nodded, she’d been thinking the same thing.

“I’ll go talk to the director.”

Xiao Yan offered. Others might not take it well if she asked, especially since many actors on set were more senior than her. They might resent the change, especially since many had already arrived and done their makeup.

Sang Wan gave him a grateful, tight-lipped smile. “Thank you. I’ll treat you to a meal when I get back.”

Xiao Yan chuckled. “Food is too much of a luxury for us. We crave it but can’t indulge, it’s torture. I heard you paint. How about giving me one of your paintings instead? Save me the two-hour workout after a cheat meal.”

Sang Wan blinked. “How did you know I paint?”

“Aren’t you studying fashion design? All design students can draw. Plus, you shared one of your paintings on Weibo, it was pretty good.”

Xiao Yan’s warm voice made Sang Wan feel at ease talking to him.

“I didn’t know you followed my Weibo. Sure, as long as you don’t mind my amateur work, I’ll paint something for you.”

Xiao Yan nodded and stood up. “I’ll go talk to the director. Get ready for overtime.”

Sang Wan was truly grateful to him. Over the past few days, she’d realized he didn’t put on any airs.

The thought of seeing her grandfather tomorrow eased her mind a little.

Today might be tough, but freeing up a whole day would be worth it.

Early the next morning, Sang Wan returned to Shencheng.

The journey from the film set to the Violet Nursing Home took three hours, crossing through the city. By the time she arrived, it was nearly ten.

Her grandfather did look unwell, weak and drained.

“Wanwan, I only called you yesterday because I was worried. Why did you come back? The old master is fine now, his fever broke late last night.”

“I couldn’t rest easy without seeing for myself.”

Sang Wan sat by her grandfather’s bed, carefully asking about his condition.

Just then, the doctor came in and smiled. “Don’t worry, Miss Sang. The old master’s condition has stabilized, and his fever is gone. It’s just that at his age, recovery takes a little longer. Nothing serious.”

Hearing this, Sang Wan’s heart finally settled.

She accompanied the old man at the sanatorium for lunch and watched him fall asleep when a thought suddenly crossed her mind.

She had rushed back for a brief visit, and there was still some time left, should she go to Lu Corporation to see him?

It would be a nice surprise.

After all, they hadn’t really had a proper conversation these past few days.

Truth be told, Sang Wan had been feeling a bit uneasy because Lu Tingzhou hadn’t been as affectionate toward her as he had been before.

Having made up her mind, she deliberately went to buy a few varieties of tea cakes.

The car came to a stop in front of Lu Corporation’s towering building. Taking a deep breath, Sang Wan stepped out in her high heels, carrying an exquisitely wrapped gift bag.

Unexpectedly, the security guard didn’t stop her this time. Instead, he respectfully escorted her to the elevator.

The elevator ascended smoothly and soon reached the top floor where Lu Tingzhou’s office was located.

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open slowly.

With a faint smile on her lips, Sang Wan stepped out.

But the scene less than five meters ahead instantly froze the smile on her face. Her feet seemed nailed to the spot, unable to move.