He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 49

Beijing City Hospital.

Kaikai started running a fever again right after getting off the plane, and the high temperature just wouldn’t break.

By the time Lu Tingzhou finalized the surgical plan with the doctors, it was already afternoon.

He realized his phone had been turned off the whole time.

Panicked, he turned it on to check, only to find that the little fox hadn’t sent him a single message. The exhaustion in his body was nothing compared to the disappointment in his heart.

He called Sang Wan, longing to hear her voice right now.

But he never expected the call to end in a busy tone, just like last time.

Lu Tingzhou froze in alarm and immediately sent her a message: [Where are you?]

Yet once again, the message was marked with a red exclamation point.

Lu Tingzhou sucked in a sharp breath. What was going on? Everything had been fine just last night.

He called home. When Aunt Wu answered, her voice was calm, without a trace of guilt. “Sir, Miss Sang left with her luggage. She didn’t say when she’d be back.”

Lu Tingzhou was completely frantic, but he couldn’t leave right now.

Song Xinran noticed his distress and walked over. “Tingzhou, if you’re busy, you can go back first. I’ll be fine here. Zixi said she doesn’t have any filming tomorrow and will come stay with me for a couple of days.”

Lu Tingzhou’s gaze drifted to the hospital room, where the small child lay asleep in bed, having just recovered from the fever.

His heart ached. Before the car accident, Sheng An had already known about this child. He had been secretly planning their wedding, only to never get the chance to meet his own child.

Lu Tingzhou clenched his phone tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

“I’ll wait until tomorrow to see how Kaikai is. If the surgery can proceed, I’ll go back after it’s done.”

…

Nighttime.

Sang Wan sat on the balcony, a wine glass in hand, staring at the empty apartment across from hers. Maybe he’s started a new life, she thought. That’s good, at least he won’t be alone and pitiful anymore.

She raised her glass toward the opposite building. “Congratulations. May your new life be happy.”

With that, she downed the wine in one gulp.

…

Lu Tingzhou stayed in Beijing for five days, only returning to Shencheng after Kaikai’s cardiac correction surgery was completed and everything was arranged.

By then, Sang Wan had already been at the filming location of Bloom, Youth!, a small mountain village in Haicheng, for three days.

Thanks to her and Zhuo Fan’s participation, this episode had an unusually large number of fans on-site, and the livestream viewership was shockingly high.

[Wow, I never expected my wife to look so delicate yet work so hard without hesitation.]

[Those cornstalk leaves are rough, they leave tiny cuts on your skin. They’re not obvious, but once sweat gets in, it stings like hell.]

[Brother and sister look so good together.]

[Yeah, my husband only has eyes for someone else now. But since it’s Sang Wan, I approve.]

Sitting in his car, Lu Tingzhou watched the barrage of comments with a dark expression. On the screen, the girl wore a rustic straw hat, her cheeks flushed as she laughed and chatted with Zhuo Fan. His chest tightened unbearably.

But seeing her work so hard at farm labor also made his heart ache.

The wounds on her arms had only just healed a few days ago, yet here she was, participating in this kind of variety show, and she’d had him blocked for days.

Right now, Sang Wan was hacking away at cornstalks with all her might. But she wasn’t just cutting stalks, she was imagining each one was Lu Tingzhou.

Five days. By the time he gets back from Beijing, the Lu family might’ve already made an official announcement.

“Wanwan, take it easy,” someone cautioned. “This work isn’t too heavy, but swinging a sickle all afternoon will leave your arms sore tomorrow.”

Sang Wan smiled faintly, “It’s alright, Senior Brother, I’m not tired.”

Zhuo Fan could sense her subdued emotions. Though the cameras didn’t pick it up, her occasional absentmindedness during breaks hadn’t escaped his notice.

That time he saw her being taken away by Lu Tingzhou, he still had no idea what their relationship was. But since she had knowingly signed up for this CP-themed show, there probably wasn’t anything romantic between them.

So, Zhuo Fan treated her with even more care.

“Here, have some water. Take a break, I’ll handle the chopping.”

As he spoke, he handed her the water bottle, then took off his shirt and spread it on the ground, pulling her down to sit with him.

His tender, affectionate gaze at Sang Wan instantly sparked a frenzy in the live chat.

[Wow, my man’s eyes, he can’t even hide his love anymore.]

[Wanwan’s blushing! She didn’t even dare to look at Fanfan when taking the water. Two years later, and I’m shipping them all over again!]

Lu Tingzhou’s expression darkened further. Unable to hold back, he sent his first-ever live comment: [Or maybe she just doesn’t want to look.]

The moment his comment went up, it drew a barrage of attacks.

[Hey, commenter above, are you blind or just bitter? Where do you see my wife not wanting to look?]

[Exactly! Their interaction is so sweet and full of chemistry, okay?]

[I’d drag the marriage registry to the set right now if I could, just let them get married on the spot!]

For the first time, Lu Tingzhou understood what true fanaticism felt like. He chose to stay silent. After all, she could never be someone else’s wife, in the end, she would have to come home with him.

By the time the car arrived at the filming location, it was nearly eight in the evening.

The eight guests, exhausted from a full day of work at the base, finally relaxed, chatting and laughing in the courtyard, the atmosphere warm and lively.

Just then, Producer Yao called Sang Wan aside, saying he needed to talk to her about something.

Sang Wan followed him out through the back gate. “What is it, Producer Yao?”

“It’s… nothing much. Just that someone’s waiting for you up ahead.”

At that moment, Sang Wan spotted the car parked around the corner and Lin Hao standing beside it.

Her steps faltered, and she immediately turned to leave.

Producer Yao reacted swiftly, blocking her path and lowering his voice. “Sang Wan, you know how many paparazzi are lurking around here. Since President Lu has come, he won’t leave easily. Let’s not make too big of a scene.”

Sang Wan glanced around, the area wasn’t exactly safe, and any commotion could easily attract unwanted attention.

Lin Hao approached, his expression gentle. “Miss Sang, President Lu came straight from the airport without stopping for a break. Please… just see him once.”

Sang Wan bit her lip, saying nothing, but the sting of grievance in her chest felt like a needle prick, aching and swollen.

Moonlight spilled like water, casting a silvery sheen over the black sedan ahead.

The car door opened, and a tall, aloof figure stood silhouetted against the light.

Lu Tingzhou wore a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, his posture straight and imposing in the night.

He didn’t speak, nor did his expression shift, he simply stared at her, his gaze so deep and heavy it felt like it could swallow her whole.

Producer Yao tactfully patted Lin Hao’s shoulder, and the two quietly retreated toward the back gate, even dragging away a couple of lurking paparazzi on their way.

The air fell silent, save for the intermittent chirping of crickets.

Sang Wan tightened her grip on her phone, instinctively taking half a step back as Lu Tingzhou closed the distance, his restrained intensity simmering beneath his composed demeanor.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was low, carrying a cool magnetism in the night. “Are you that afraid to see me?”

“Who’s afraid of you? Why should I be afraid?” Sang Wan tilted her head up, her tone defiant but the soft, wavering end of her words betraying her hurt. “I just… didn’t want to cause trouble.”

“Trouble?” The man arched an eyebrow, stepping forward until the space between them vanished. The scent of cedar from him enveloped her, dizzying.

“You’re already plenty of trouble, disappearing without a word, blocking my number. How do you think I should punish you?”

Without giving her a chance to escape, his large hand clamped around her slender wrist, sweeping her up into a bridal carry, swift and decisive, without a moment’s hesitation.

Sang Wan kicked her legs, resisting fiercely. “Lu Tingzhou, let me go! I’m not going with you.”

“Turning from a little fox into a hedgehog?” he murmured coaxingly. “Stop fussing. Get in the car.”

The more she struggled, the tighter he held her. Her face pressed against his chest, the pounding of his heartbeat reverberating in her ears.

Whether it was anger or hurt, she couldn’t tell, but her nose stung, tears threatening to spill though she stubbornly held them back.

“Put me down!” she hissed, though her strength was no match for his, leaving her protests hollow. “Lu Tingzhou, you bastard.”

Ignoring her, he bundled her into the backseat, his body pinning her down.

“People will see-”

“I’ll buy every last photo.”

His voice was firm, edged with a husky roughness.

His arm around her waist didn’t loosen; instead, he pulled her closer, one knee wedged between her legs in an unmistakably intimate position.

Pressed flush against him, there wasn’t an inch of space left between them.

His words only deepened her resentment. Was throwing money around supposed to impress her?

“Of course, President Lu can afford it. But what will people say about me behind my back?”

Lu Tingzhou studied her. Though the car’s interior was dim, the hurt on her face was unmistakable.

“Mrs. Wu has already been dismissed. It was my oversight this time, they won’t bother you again.”

At that, the tears she’d been holding back spilled over, tracing down her cheeks.

She deliberately turned her face away, refusing to look at him, her lips still pouting in anger.

Lu Tingzhou slowly straightened, settling into the driver’s seat without another word. The engine roared to life as he pulled away from the filming set, vanishing beyond the reach of spotlights and cameras.