He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 53

Sang Wan blinked in confusion before belatedly shifting her gaze away from Lu Tingzhou’s handsome face to the LCD screen in front of him.

On the screen, a dozen or so impeccably dressed elite professionals were staring at them in unison, their expressions a mix of shock and… knowing smiles.

He was in the middle of a video conference!

Sang Wan’s cheeks instantly burned scarlet.

Almost reflexively, she sprang up from Lu Tingzhou’s lap like a startled cat, grabbed her bag to cover her face, and bolted away.

The next second, she was curled into a tiny ball on the spacious leather sofa in the reception area, wishing she could vanish into the floor.

How utterly mortifying!

She peeked up, glaring furiously at the man behind the desk, who remained as composed as ever, even with a teasing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

He had definitely done this on purpose. He could have warned her at any moment.

Lu Tingzhou seemed to sense her resentful stare and glanced up, his eyes crinkling with deeper amusement, though he didn’t tease her further.

With a composed shift in demeanor, he refocused on the meeting, exuding sharp intellect and commanding authority.

Watching his profile as he worked, the sharp, sensual line of his jaw, the confident calculation in his brow, Sang Wan found her earlier embarrassment and irritation melting away without her even realizing it.

In its place swelled an overwhelming, almost overflowing adoration and pride.

She propped her chin on her hands, sprawled across the sofa, staring at him in a daze, unwilling to even blink.

Lu Tingzhou’s gaze flicked to her, his lips curving into a smile meant only for her.

Caught staring, she lowered her eyes and began scrolling through her phone, only for a push notification from an entertainment news outlet to pop up, its headline glaringly bold:

[Drama in High Society! Lu Family Patriarch Travels to Beijing, Allegedly to Retrieve the Lu Family’s “Young Heir”!]

The article included several high-definition photos.

One showed the Lu family patriarch holding a little boy around three or four years old, beaming with joy. Song Xinran stood beside him, her smile gentle and maternal as she gazed at the child.

Another photo captured Lu Tingzhou escorting them to Beijing, his expression tense as he carried the child, Song Xinran at his side, her fingers seemingly clutching the hem of his coat.

Netizens quickly identified the enviable woman in the photos as Song Xinran, a designer at Modo.

Speculation ran wild: she was leveraging her child to secure a place in the wealthy Lu family.

Sang Wan, who had been brimming with happiness just moments ago, felt her mind go blank, as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her head, chilling her from head to toe.

Her sunny mood plummeted into darkness, storm clouds gathering instantly.

Her fingers clenched around her phone, knuckles whitening. A suffocating tightness filled her chest, and an inexplicable fury surged within her.

She jerked her head up, glaring at the man still engrossed in his meeting.

That face, the one she had adored endlessly, the one she thought she could never tire of, now filled her with nothing but anger.

She knew better than to trust tabloid gossip, but the fact that such news had surfaced at all, what did that imply?

Sang Wan shot up from the sofa, snatched her bag, and strode toward the door without a word.

Lu Tingzhou, mid-discussion about an investment proposal, noticed the movement and looked up just in time to see her storming out.

“Wanwan,” he called, brows furrowing in confusion. “Where are you going?”

Sang Wan turned a deaf ear and quickened her pace.

Just as she was about to pull open the office door, Lu Tingzhou took a long stride and caught up in a few steps, pressing his hand against the door handle before she could.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in a deep voice, a trace of barely detectable tension in his tone. “Who upset you?”

Only then did Sang Wan turn around, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes rimmed red, as if she had suffered some immense grievance.

“Move.”

Her low voice carried a hint of choked-back tears.

“What exactly happened?” Lu Tingzhou looked at her like this, his heart aching yet helpless.

This little thing, her temper flared up so quickly, and she always refused to say why.

At that moment, Lin Hao hurried in with his phone, looking flustered. “President Lu, this-”

Seeing one crying and the other coaxing, Lin Hao instantly fell silent, wishing he hadn’t walked in at all.

The corner of Lu Tingzhou’s eye caught the news headline on the phone screen, and his heart sank. He immediately understood why the little fox was throwing a tantrum.

“Wanwan, let me explain,” he said, softening his tone as he reached for Sang Wan’s hand.

But Sang Wan abruptly shook him off, yanked the office door open, and left without a backward glance.

“Sang Wan!”

Lu Tingzhou called out, suppressing his temper, and immediately chased after her.

However, by the time he caught up, the elevator doors were slowly closing, and that slender, resolute figure disappeared behind them.

Frustrated, he punched the wall.

Lin Hao also followed, cautiously asking as he took in his boss’s grim expression, “President Lu, this news…”

Lu Tingzhou’s face darkened as he pulled out his phone and dialed Lu Qishan’s number.

The call connected quickly. Lu Tingzhou’s voice was icy. “What exactly are you trying to do?”

“What can I do? Since you can’t bear to let her go, I’ll help you out.”

“My affairs are none of your concern.”

Lu Tingzhou hung up and fell silent, his entire demeanor terrifyingly gloomy.

The entire office area was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After a moment of contemplation, he gave a brief order. “Pull the news. Then issue a statement, publicly clarify Kaikai’s parentage.”

Lin Hao froze for a second, watching as Lu Tingzhou walked away. He shook his head inwardly, this father and son were really at odds.

But what was the old man thinking? No matter how great the favor, this wasn’t the way to repay it.

Making President Lu offer himself in return, this was just…

Sang Wan left Lu Corporation, her heart heavy. She had been genuinely furious earlier, but now she realized it was just Lu Qishan’s way of keeping her from clinging to Lu Tingzhou.

But seeing Lu Tingzhou holding the child while Song Xinran clung to him, it just didn’t sit right with her.

It felt like her sincere feelings had been thrown to the dogs. She had rushed back to see him, only to be greeted with such a grand “gift.”

So, she arranged to have dinner with Qu You and Su Mo at Imperial Club.

Lu Tingzhou returned to Jingyuan, but when he saw she hadn’t come back, he called Sang Wan.

He dialed, the little brat hung up on him. He called again, she hung up again.

Just as he was growing anxious, Shen Yubai’s call came through.

Seeing the name, Lu Tingzhou felt even more irritated. How could this guy be so carefree, switching women as easily as changing clothes?

He didn’t want to answer and hung up directly.

Buzz.

His phone vibrated again.

A message from Shen Yuebai popped up:

[Your woman came back and didn’t look for you, instead, she’s out eating with someone else. Are you just not up to the task?]

The provocation was like pouring oil on fire.

Lu Tingzhou’s temple throbbed violently. He immediately called back.

On the other end of the phone, Shen Yubai’s lazy voice carried undisguised schadenfreude: “Oh, so President Lu finally deigns to speak to me.”

“Where is she?” Lu Tingzhou’s voice was icy, barely containing his impatience.

“Imperial Club, Orchid Private Room.” Shen Yubai chuckled lightly. “Tsk, your little rose has thorns. She just ordered two bottles of hundred-thousand-yuan red wine the moment she got back.”

Hundred-thousand-yuan red wine? And two bottles?

Lu Tingzhou frowned, only then realizing that he’d been so distracted earlier that he hadn’t noticed the spending alerts from his supplementary card.

That little thing was clearly furious, venting her anger with his money.

“Got it.”

He hung up abruptly, his car roaring into the night.

…

Imperial Club, Orchid Private Room.

Sang Wan’s cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes tinged with a peach-blossom hue as she clinked her wine glass with Su Mo and Qu You.

“Mo, You, tonight we drink until we drop!” Her voice carried an exaggerated bravado.

Su Mo shot her a glance. “What’s going on? Did you fight with Lu Tingzhou?”

Sang Wan pouted, tilting her head back to down a mouthful of red wine. The cool liquid slid down her throat but did nothing to ease the frustration in her chest.

“Don’t mention that man!”

Qu You gently coaxed, “Wanwan, if something’s bothering you, say it. Don’t keep it bottled up.”

“I’m not bottling anything up. I just feel like I’ve been so useless lately.” Sang Wan snorted, pouring herself another half-glass.

She felt her emotions had been too volatile recently, too easily swayed by Lu Tingzhou. This lack of control made her feel no different from those pampered canaries kept by wealthy men.

Just then, the private room door swung open, revealing Shen Yubai’s irresistibly handsome face.

“Well, well, if it isn’t you ladies. What’s the occasion today?” His peach-blossom eyes gleamed as they landed on the exorbitantly priced wine on the table, his smile widening. “Quite the splurge.”

Sang Wan shot him a sidelong glance. “Compared to President Shen, it’s nothing.”

Unfazed, Shen Yubai pulled up a chair and poured himself a drink. “Did Lu Tingzhou piss you off? Tell me, I’ll help you get back at him.”

Then, recalling the evening’s news, he couldn’t help but feel Lu Tingzhou was unfairly blamed, his old man really had too much time on his hands, stirring up trouble.

Sang Wan scoffed, ignoring him. Everyone knew he and Lu Tingzhou were thick as thieves.

Having drunk a bit too quickly, she stood up. “I’m going to the restroom.”

Su Mo looked concerned. “I’ll go with you.”

“No need, I’m not a child.” Sang Wan waved her off and strode out in her high heels.

The hallway of Imperial Club was lined with plush carpets, the dim lighting creating an air of exclusive luxury.

As Sang Wan approached the restroom, a familiar figure caught the corner of her eye.

Lin Lan, wearing a face mask, glanced around furtively before slipping into a private room.

Her nervous demeanor suggested she was up to no good.

Sang Wan’s eyebrow arched, curiosity piqued.

Who was she meeting that required such secrecy?

Treading lightly, Sang Wan crept closer, stopping just outside the slightly ajar door.

As it was about to close completely, her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Wang Sheng’s repulsive face inside.

Sang Wan’s suspicion deepened. Why would Lin Lan meet Wang Sheng in such a sneaky manner?