He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 60

The room was comfortably warm, yet Sang Wan felt no trace of warmth.

Her hand moved stiffly, fingers trembling as they brushed against the kraft paper envelope.

It was thin, yet weighed as heavily as a thousand pounds.

She took a deep breath, as though summoning every ounce of strength in her body, before pulling out the documents inside.

White paper, black text.

[Traffic Accident Victim Identification Form]

Name: Sheng An.

The details below, location, date, time, matched exactly those on her mother’s death certificate.

…

Night was as deep as ink.

Lu Tingzhou’s villa was brightly lit, yet eerily silent.

The man sat on the living room sofa, smoking a cigarette.

His phone was clutched in his hand. He had called five or six times that evening, but Sang Wan hadn’t answered.

The messages he sent had vanished without a trace.

A deep unease gnawed at his heart.

Just as he was about to ask Lin Hao to use his connections to investigate, there was a soft beep at the door, the electronic lock clicked open.

Lu Tingzhou shot up from the sofa, his gaze snapping toward the entrance with hope.

The slender figure walked in, her face expressionless.

The tension in the man’s chest collapsed in relief. He strode over and, before she could even change her shoes, swept her up into his arms.

The world spun as Sang Wan was pulled into a solid embrace.

The crisp scent of cedar on him had once been her safest harbor, but now it only chilled her to the bone.

“Missed me that much?”

Lu Tingzhou carried her back to the living room, settling her onto his lap before pressing a kiss to her forehead. His voice was thick with barely restrained amusement and affection.

“Chasing after me after just one day apart? You’re getting clingier, little fox.”

Sang Wan didn’t struggle. She didn’t respond.

She simply sat quietly in his lap, tilting her delicate face up to stare at him.

Those eyes, usually brimming with laughter or mischief, were now utterly still.

Under her gaze, the smile on Lu Tingzhou’s face slowly froze.

The unease in his heart grew once more.

“What’s wrong?”

He cupped her cheek, only to find her skin icy to the touch.

“Did something happen on set? Or… did something else happen?”

Still, Sang Wan said nothing. She just looked at him.

Her gaze was scrutinizing, and it sent waves of dread through Lu Tingzhou.

No one had ever dared to stare at him like this before. And never had he felt so unsettled.

He would have preferred her to cry, to rage, anything was better than this suffocating silence.

It felt just like three years ago, when she had vanished from his life in an instant.

A long moment passed.

Finally, Sang Wan spoke.

“Lu Tingzhou… is there something you’re hiding from me?”

Lu Tingzhou studied her, unsure of what she knew or where the problem lay.

He could only watch her eyes, searching for any clue in those unfathomable depths.

But she was far too calm.

And he knew her well, the calmer she seemed, the worse it was.

The air grew thick with tension.

The villa was so silent that their heartbeats were audible.

When Sang Wan caught the flicker of panic in his eyes, the last shred of hope in her heart was extinguished.

Her lips twitched into a smile uglier than tears.

“My mother’s death…”

She paused, then enunciated each word clearly.

“Did it have something to do with you?”

The moment the words left her lips, Lu Tingzhou’s arms around her jerked violently, his muscles tensing in an instant.

She found out after all.

He had imagined countless scenarios of her discovering the truth, but he never expected it to be this calm.

Panic and helplessness instantly overwhelmed him.

Lu Tingzhou’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his lips trembling for a long moment before he finally found his voice, hoarse and rough.

“…How did you find out?”

That question was nothing short of a direct admission.

Sang Wan looked at his silent acknowledgment, the lifelessness in her eyes finally replaced by overwhelming hatred.

She raised her hand and, with all her strength, slapped him across the face.

Smack!

The sharp sound echoed piercingly in the empty living room.

Lu Tingzhou’s head snapped to the side, five vivid finger marks instantly blooming on his handsome face.

He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just let the searing pain spread across his cheek.

But his arms around Sang Wan didn’t loosen in the slightest.

“Lu Tingzhou,” Sang Wan’s voice was shrill, “how can you sleep soundly at night?”

“After indirectly causing my mother’s death, you could still act like nothing happened, stay with me, even think about sleeping with me.”

“Do you even have a heart?”

Sang Wan had completely broken down by now, tears pouring uncontrollably.

Lu Tingzhou didn’t want to provoke her further, afraid she wouldn’t be able to take it.

He tightened his arms, pinning her firmly against his chest, letting her fists rain down on him.

Resting his chin atop her head, his voice was low and rasping, pleading.

“Wanwan, listen to me explain.”

“It… wasn’t what you think. It was an accident.”

Lu Tingzhou held her tightly, his voice shaking uncontrollably. “I never meant to hide it from you. Since you forgot, we could start over. I’ll protect you, I’ll stay by your side.”

He was rambling, unsure how to explain.

“What do you mean, start over?”

Sang Wan glared at him, her eyes red. “What would my mother think if she knew I was with you?”

Lu Tingzhou had thought Sang Wan had forgotten the past, but now it seemed her memories hadn’t returned.

“Lu Tingzhou, you have no heart.”

“Wanwan, it wasn’t like that. That day, my car malfunctioned, the brakes failed. It wasn’t intentional.”

Sang Wan struggled free from his grasp, wiping the tears from her face with a cold, mocking smile. “Lu Tingzhou, don’t ever look for me again.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Lu Tingzhou followed her out, but Sang Wan snapped, “Don’t follow me, or I’ll kill you.”

The ferocity in her eyes made him freeze, not daring to provoke her further, afraid she might do something drastic.

As soon as Sang Wan got into her car, Qi Qi sent her a message, followed by a call.

Taking a deep breath, she answered.

“Sister Wan, I’ve sent you the paternity report for Xu Shiming and Xu Mingyue. Take a look.”

After a pause, Qi Qi added comfortingly, “Sister Wan, don’t be too upset, okay?”

Sang Wan didn’t respond, hanging up directly to check the file Qi Qi had sent.

When she reached the conclusion, “Probability of paternity: 99.99%. Supports a biological father-daughter relationship between Xu Shiming and Xu Mingyue.”, Sang Wan laughed, but no sound came out.

Her life was full of liars.

Her father had deceived them all for decades, and the man she had just trusted turned out to be the one responsible for her mother’s death.

A flash of lightning suddenly split the gloomy night sky, followed by a deafening crack.

Shattering the silence of the dark.

Raindrops began to fall, pattering softly.

Sang Wan slammed her foot on the accelerator and sped out of the villa district.

Lu Tingzhou didn’t dare disturb her, silently following behind her in his car.

Two vehicles raced through the rainy night.

And all Lu Tingzhou could do was trail after her in silence.

The windshield wipers swung back and forth endlessly, as if trying to wipe away all the lies in the world.

Sang Wan’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

The car came to a stop at the entrance of the Western Suburbs Cemetery.

She didn’t know where else to go, this was the only place that could bring her peace.

The rain grew heavier, pounding against the car windows with a sharp, crackling sound.

Sang Wan stumbled out of the car, letting the icy rain soak into her.

Staggering through the mud, she nearly threw herself in front of a familiar gravestone.

The woman in the photograph smiled gently, untouched by the rain, still gazing at her with warmth.

“Mom…”

Sang Wan collapsed to her knees, cold rainwater mixing with scalding tears as they streamed down her pale cheeks.

She reached out, trembling fingers brushing against the cold stone.

“Mom, I know you wouldn’t blame me. Even if you were upset, you’d never say it. But I really don’t remember…?”

“Please don’t be mad at me, okay? I was wrong.”

Only the howling wind and rain answered her, their eerie echoes making the dark cemetery feel even more sinister.

Under normal circumstances, Sang Wan would never have dared come here.

But tonight, her emotions had shattered, leaving no room for fear of her surroundings.

Not far away, Lu Tingzhou stood in the rain as well, watching through the downpour as the figure curled up before the gravestone.

Her quiet sobs cut through the night like knives, each one stabbing into his heart, torturing him.

What happened back then, it was because of his car’s malfunction that her mother had ended up buried here.

He had caused her so much pain.

The rain grew heavier, and Sang Wan’s cries gradually weakened until she finally slumped into the muddy ground.

“Wanwan!”

Lu Tingzhou rushed forward, scooping her up from the cold earth.

The woman in his arms was drenched, cold as ice, her beautiful eyes shut tight, unresponsive.

…

City Central Hospital, VIP ward.

The white sheets made Sang Wan’s bloodless face appear even more translucent.

A bruise bloomed on her forehead where she had hit it during her fall.

Lu Tingzhou sat motionless by the bed.

“Tingzhou, Miss Sang will be fine. The fainting was caused by emotional distress and fever from the rain.”

Lu Tingzhou didn’t respond. He held Sang Wan’s hand, staring blankly at her, lost in thought.

Sang Wan slept fitfully.

She frowned, twitched, and murmured incoherent words in her sleep.

“Mom… don’t go…”

“So cold…”

Each broken whisper twisted Lu Tingzhou’s heart further.

He reached out, brushing his fingers against her cheek, suddenly filled with doubt.

If he had never accepted her, would she have been spared all this suffering?

Who had told her about the car accident? It could only be one of a handful of people.

In just one short month, their sweetness had been laced with poison. He thought he could protect her, but in the end, every wound she bore was because of him.

At this thought, a dark fury clouded Lu Tingzhou’s eyes.

Suddenly, Sang Wan’s murmurs became sharp and clear.

“Lu Tingzhou… I hate you!”

Three words, each one a blade.

Lu Tingzhou’s grip on her hand trembled violently, a glimmer of wetness streaking down his pale face.

…

A full day and night passed without sleep.

The once confident and decisive CEO of the Lu Corporation now looked haggard beyond recognition.

A stubble of dark beard shadowed his chin, his eyes were bloodshot with exhaustion, and his once immaculate tailored suit was now crumpled beyond recognition.

His gaze remained fixed on the figure lying in the hospital bed, his voice laced with panic. “Song Ze, why isn’t she waking up? Could something be wrong?”

“Miss Sang’s vitals are all stable, and her fever has subsided. It’s just that the emotional shock was too severe, her body has activated its self-protection mechanism.”

“She needs time,” Song Ze said, patting his shoulder. “And so do you. Go get some rest.”

Song Ze was the head of cardiothoracic surgery, and ever since Sang Wan had been admitted, he hadn’t left the hospital.

There was also another person by her side, Qu You.

“President Lu, you should rest. I’ll stay with Wanwan,” Qu You offered.

Lu Tingzhou seemed not to hear, his eyes still glued to Sang Wan’s face.

Song Ze sighed helplessly and turned to Qu You, who wore an equally worried expression.

“You pulled an all-nighter too. Go back to the dorm and get some sleep.”

Qu You was Song Ze’s student.