He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 57

“Don’t get too full of yourself!” Song Zixi stepped forward, her eyes sharp and venomous. “Don’t think just because Lu Tingzhou is nice to you, you can waltz right into his life. Let me tell you, as long as Kaikai and my sister are around, Lu Tingzhou will never belong entirely to anyone!”

Sang Wan had no interest in discussing this matter with an outsider and didn’t bother responding, reclining in her chair to rest.

Seeing Sang Wan’s dismissive attitude, Song Zixi burned with rage and spat out each word deliberately, “If my sister or Kaikai ever need anything, Lu Tingzhou will drop everything to be by their side. What makes you, some random interloper, think you’re special?”

The smile faded from Sang Wan’s face, her gaze turning cold.

She had no patience for women blinded by jealousy.

“Are you done?” Sang Wan lifted her eyelids slightly. “If you’re finished, you can leave.”

Song Zixi, seeing her unyielding indifference, grew even more furious.

Just as she was about to retort, Su Mo walked in holding Sang Wan’s water bottle. “Whose dog wasn’t leashed properly? Barking all over the place.”

Song Zixi opened her mouth to curse, but Su Mo had already pulled out her phone and started recording. “Come on, Miss Song, I’m sure your fans would love to see the real you.”

Fuming, Song Zixi turned and stormed off, remembering the old adage about discretion being the better part of valor.

“What brings you here?” Sang Wan asked.

“Sister Wei said Lu Corporation is in talks with her, so things aren’t too busy right now. She sent me over to handle things here.”

“Perfect timing. Someone like her needs you to put her in her place,” Sang Wan chuckled.

Su Mo grinned confidently. “Of course. Specializing in taming the unruly.”

The two exchanged a glance and laughed.

Song Zixi exited the lounge, her face twisted in fury.

The third female lead, Sun Qian, had been looking for her and hurried over when she saw her emerge.

“Zixi, I’ve been searching for you.”

During Sang Wan’s absence from the set, Song Zixi hadn’t been idle, cozying up to Sun Qian.

In private, she had spun plenty of tales about Sang Wan, claiming she only landed the role of Luo Qiao because she had powerful backing.

Sun Qian already disliked Sang Wan.

In the entertainment industry, resources were limited. One person’s success often meant another’s loss.

Sang Wan, parachuted in as the female lead, naturally drew attention, and her ostentatious presence only fueled envy.

“Don’t be angry. I heard everything. Sang Wan is such a bully. Watch me get revenge for you this afternoon.”

A calculating glint flashed in her eyes.

…

That afternoon, on set.

It was a fight scene between Sang Wan’s Luo Qiao and the third female lead.

According to the script, Sun Qian’s maid character, provoked by Luo Qiao, drew her sword. The maid then disarmed Luo Qiao and struck her abdomen with the hilt, incapacitating her.

The fight choreographer had already briefed both actresses, it was to be a staged, fake fight.

Before filming began, Sun Qian even approached Sang Wan with a friendly smile. “Sister Wan, I’ll be learning from you later. I don’t have much experience, so please bear with me if I make any mistakes.”

Sang Wan nodded politely. “We’ll learn from each other.”

However, during the actual take, something unexpected happened.

As Sang Wan followed the choreography, making the motion of drawing her sword to attack, Sun Qian didn’t retreat as planned. Instead, she stepped into the movement and drove the sword hilt hard into Sang Wan’s abdomen!

“Ugh!”

Caught off guard, Sang Wan felt a sharp pain explode from her lower abdomen. Beads of sweat instantly dotted her forehead as she slowly crumpled to her knees, curling into herself.

“Cut!”

Seeing the situation take a wrong turn, the director immediately called for a halt.

Qi Qi and Su Mo rushed forward one after another.

“Sister Wan, are you okay?”

Qi Qi supported Sang Wan, her voice trembling with tears.

Sun Qian stood to the side, feigning innocence as she widened her eyes. “Sister Wan, I… I didn’t mean to, I thought…”

Sang Wan was in too much pain to speak, gritting her teeth as she leaned into Qi Qi’s embrace.

Su Mo was furious, pointing at Sun Qian and scolding, “You thought? You thought that gave you the right to actually hit her? Everyone knows this was supposed to be fake!”

The rest of the crew gathered around, murmuring among themselves.

Song Zixi stood at the edge of the crowd, a gloating smirk curling at the corners of her lips.

“Quick, get her to the hospital,” the director said, flustered.

…

Hospital.

The doctor conducted a preliminary examination on Sang Wan. Her abdomen had suffered blunt force trauma and required further tests. To be safe, they recommended she also visit the gynecology department.

When Qi Qi heard “gynecology,” her face instantly paled, her heart skipping a beat.

She instinctively clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Su Mo accompanied Sang Wan to register for the appointment, while Qi Qi found an excuse to slip back to the doctor’s office alone.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke nervously, “Doctor, there’s something I need to tell you in advance. Sang Wan… she… she suffered abdominal trauma in the past, but she doesn’t remember anything from those years now. So, if anything comes up in the examination… could you… be gentle about it? Please don’t mention anything from before her amnesia, and don’t ask?”

Qi Qi knew, Sang Wan had once had a miscarriage.

That memory was the deepest pain in Sang Wan’s heart, the root of her selective amnesia.

The doctor, noting Qi Qi’s anxious expression, nodded. “I understand. Don’t worry.”

After the examination, it turned out Sang Wan’s injuries weren’t serious, just uterine pain caused by the sudden external impact, nothing major.

She was advised to rest in bed for half a day, avoid strenuous activity, and refrain from sexual intercourse in the near future.

Hearing the doctor’s final instructions, Sang Wan’s cheeks warmed slightly.

She and Lu Tingzhou had nearly crossed that line before, but now she couldn’t even see him, where would “sexual intercourse” come from?

The thought inevitably led her to Song Xinran. Women could read other women well, and she’d always sensed Song Xinran had feelings for Lu Tingzhou.

Coupled with Song Zixi’s words, Sang Wan felt an uneasy premonition about Song Xinran’s presence.

But with the doctor’s reassurance, the three of them felt somewhat relieved.

…

Later.

Xiao Yan had just joined the crew when he heard about Sang Wan’s injury.

Dropping his luggage, he went straight to see her.

Finding her curled up on the sofa, he walked over with a smile. “How are you? Is it serious?”

Sang Wan wasn’t surprised to see him. Sitting up slowly, she replied, “Not serious. I can go back to work tomorrow.”

“Don’t push yourself. Take a couple more days off if you need to.”

Sang Wan chuckled. “You came back to work injured, and if I take leave right after, Director Luo might cry. I don’t know if our crew offended some deity, why is everything so unlucky?”

“Director Luo won’t cry. It’s not his money burning,” Xiao Yan teased, relieved to see she was fine. “President Lu should give us an award, the ‘Top Ten Model Workers’ prize. We’re killing ourselves to make him money.”

Sang Wan laughed, nodding as she plotted. “He doesn’t lack these small earnings, but we should still squeeze him for all he’s worth.”

“Alright, we’ll squeeze him dry. Just don’t feel sorry for him when the time comes.”

Sang Wan flushed slightly. “Why would I feel sorry? It’s not my money.”

The two exchanged a knowing smile, kindred spirits in misfortune, the most tragic male and female leads in history.

…

Friday night.

The film studio was ablaze with lights as the crew rushed to shoot a night scene.

This particular scene was the first kiss between Luo Qiao and Pei Xuan in the peach blossom grove.

Under the hazy moonlight, the peach blossoms blazed in vibrant hues.

Xiao Yan, playing Pei Xuan, stood tall and handsome in pristine white robes.

His gaze lingered tenderly on the delicate Luo Qiao before him, his eyes brimming with affection.

Slowly, he reached out, gently encircling her slender waist.

Sang Wan, portraying Luo Qiao, tilted her head slightly upward. Her long lashes cast delicate shadows under the lights, while a captivating blush bloomed across her cheeks.

The atmosphere grew thick with tension.

Xiao Yan lowered his head gradually, his handsome face inching closer to Sang Wan’s.

Just as the two were about to touch,

“Ahem!”

An abrupt cough shattered the intimate ambiance.

“Cut.”

Luo Zheng frowned. It had been a perfect take, one that should have been wrapped in a single shot, but now…

“That little brat…”

He followed the sound, ready to scold, but the moment his eyes landed on the figure in the crowd, his words died in his throat.

At the forefront stood a tall, imposing man clad in a sleek black tailored suit, his sharp features exuding an icy, commanding presence.

Who else could it be but Lu Tingzhou?

Behind him, surprisingly, was Shen Yubai, his peach-blossom eyes crinkled into crescents as he struggled to suppress his laughter, shoulders shaking with mirth.

Lu Tingzhou had intended to surprise Sang Wan.

He’d timed it perfectly, rushing nonstop to arrive before she wrapped up for the day, ready to take her home.

But the moment he stepped onto the set, he was met with the sight of his little fox about to be kissed by another man!

The image sent a searing chill through his eyes, sharp enough to kill.

If not for the sliver of rationality reminding him this was just acting, he might have charged forward and torn Xiao Yan apart on the spot!

Luo Zheng sighed helplessly. While others might be in the dark about their relationship, he knew better, ever since Lu Tingzhou had pulled strings to get her cast.

But this was work. As an actress, Sang Wan had to comply with the script’s demands, including intimate scenes.

He’d already given Lu Tingzhou considerable face, this was the first time in his directing career he’d allowed a staged kiss for the leads.

“Tingzhou, what brings you here? You didn’t give us a heads-up.”

He stepped forward with a smile, explaining, “It’s just for the plot, purely for the plot! They won’t actually kiss, it’s all camera angles, staged for the shot!”

Sang Wan had also spotted Lu Tingzhou standing amidst the crowd.

His deep, ink-dark gaze bore heavily into her.

Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected him to rush here overnight, and a wave of joy instantly flooded her chest.

Naturally, Xiao Yan noticed too. Seeing Lu Tingzhou’s displeased expression only amused him further.

The two had crossed paths many times before. When Lu Tingzhou had been stationed at the Jing City branch, his dealings with the Xiao family ran deep.

Add to that, his elder brother was close friends with Xiao Yan’s father, who had always insisted Xiao Yan address Lu Tingzhou as “Uncle.”

Despite their minimal age gap, Xiao Yan had never been able to bring himself to say it.

Meanwhile, Lu Tingzhou never missed a chance to play the elder. Seeing him so ruffled now was downright satisfying.

Ignoring Luo Zheng’s words, Lu Tingzhou’s expression softened slightly as he beckoned Sang Wan over from the set.

Sang Wan, already eager to escape the situation, hadn’t anticipated him being so brazen.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, there was no way she’d obediently walk over.

Instead, she deliberately turned away, pretending not to see him, and began discussing with Xiao Yan how to better stage the kiss.

Lu Tingzhou’s expression darkened as he watched Sang Wan treat him as if he didn’t exist, with Xiao Yan playing along and ignoring him as well.

Shen Yubai raised an eyebrow, this trip was worth it. He hadn’t expected to witness such a dramatic scene on his first visit to the set.

Luo Zheng could tell at a glance that Sang Wan was deliberately keeping her distance to avoid suspicion. He chuckled softly and said, “Tingzhou, we’re on a tight schedule. Why don’t you wait in the break room for a bit?”

Lu Tingzhou didn’t move, his cold, rigid gaze fixed on the woman’s retreating figure. “Do your job. Don’t mind me.”

Luo Zheng arched a brow. Fine, suit yourself. We’ve got a whole crew waiting to wrap up early.

At the director’s cue, the two-minute intimate scene resumed filming.

Xiao Yan reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Sang Wan’s forehead, his gaze tender enough to melt.

Sang Wan gazed back at him, her eyes brimming with affection, a shy smile lingering on her lips.

As they slowly leaned in, their noses nearly touching, Sang Wan caught sight of a figure approaching from the corner of her eye.

Those pitch-black eyes, cold and unyielding, sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.

“Cut!”

Luo Zheng frowned in confusion. “Sang Wan, did something fall on your neck?”

Flustered, she quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Director. I lost focus for a moment.”

Xiao Yan turned his head slightly and spotted Lu Tingzhou standing among the crew behind him. A faint smirk curled his lips.

So much for that aloof, untouchable demeanor. Look at him now.

Lu Tingzhou, of all people, brought to this state.

Director Luo waved it off good-naturedly. “No worries. Let’s go again, one take, this time.”

Everything was set, but Sang Wan struggled to get back into character, her emotions falling flat. The director called for another cut.

Biting her lip, she pleaded, “Director, give me ten minutes. I need to reset.”

After multiple mistakes in a row, Luo Zheng wasn’t blind to the root of the problem. He glanced at the imposing, icy figure nearby and sighed in resignation.

What was supposed to wrap up in ten minutes had now stretched into three failed takes.

Sang Wan shot a glare at Lu Tingzhou before storming off to the break room in frustration.