He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 61

In his eyes, this girl was persistent and resilient, somewhat introverted yet incredibly earnest.

Upon hearing this, Qu You instinctively tensed up, lowering her head with a slightly evasive gaze.

“Thank you, Senior Song.”

Since Lu Tingzhou was here, there wasn’t much she could do to help, so she decided to go back and rest for a while.

As she walked down the hallway, Song Ze suddenly called out to her.

“Qu You.”

The girl’s footsteps halted, her back stiffening.

Song Ze had his hands tucked into the pockets of his white coat, leaning slightly forward as he drew closer.

“I’m not going to eat you. Why do you always act like a mouse avoiding a cat around me, keeping your distance?”

His voice carried a hint of laziness, catching Qu You completely off guard as it reached her ears.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She abruptly raised her head and, for the first time, looked directly and boldly into her mentor’s eyes.

They were a pair of beautiful eyes, calm and wise.

She stared at him for a few seconds before snapping back to reality in a fluster.

Then, she forced a stiff smile.

“You’re my senior. Respecting you is only natural.”

With that, she turned and practically fled the ward, walking briskly away.

Only when she leaned against the cold wall of the hallway did Qu You dare to take a deep breath.

She cursed herself inwardly.

Qu You, Qu You, you’re such a coward.

You can’t even muster the courage to say, “I like you.”

…

Early the next morning.

A golden ray of sunlight slipped mischievously through the blinds, casting playful streaks across every corner of the hospital room.

Sang Wan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Slowly waking, the first thing she saw was the pristine white ceiling, while a dull ache pulsed faintly on the back of her left hand.

Memories of what had happened before she lost consciousness flooded her mind like a tidal wave.

She turned her gaze slowly and lifted her hand, only to encounter a warm obstacle mid-air.

Beneath her palm were soft strands of hair, slightly prickly to the touch.

Sang Wan turned her head and looked down.

Lu Tingzhou was slumped by her bedside, his head resting on his arm, fast asleep.

The sunlight fell on the sharp angles of his profile, casting a gentle glow over him.

His strong jawline was covered in a thick layer of stubble, and the dark circles under his eyes betrayed his prolonged lack of rest.

In the past, Sang Wan might have felt a pang of sympathy.

But now, she only found it bitterly ironic.

She withdrew her hand, moving carefully, but the slight motion still roused the lightly sleeping man.

Lu Tingzhou jerked his head up, meeting her icy gaze. The heart that had been suspended in worry for two days and nights finally settled back into place.

Sang Wan’s reaction was exactly what he had expected.

“You’re awake?”

His voice was hoarse, as if scraped by sandpaper, heavy with exhaustion and caution.

“Does your head still hurt?”

He reached out to touch her forehead, but Sang Wan turned her face away, avoiding his hand.

Lu Tingzhou’s arm froze mid-air.

Sang Wan looked at him, and without warning, tears began to stream down her face.

Not from sorrow, not from pity.

From hatred.

An overwhelming, suffocating hatred, coupled with utter helplessness.

She lifted her other hand to wipe away the tears, her voice as cold as ice.

“Get out. I don’t want to see you.”

Lu Tingzhou didn’t want to agitate her further. He knew her emotions were unstable right now.

“Wanwan…”

“Get out!” Sang Wan raised her voice, grabbing the pillow from the head of the bed and hurling it at him with all her strength. “Lu Tingzhou, don’t push me.”

The pillow landed softly against Lu Tingzhou’s body, harmless and painless.

Yet his heart felt as though it had been shattered by that single blow.

He slowly stood up, his tall figure looking somewhat disheveled in the morning light.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

He gave her a pained glance, turned around, and reluctantly left the hospital room.

…

In the afternoon, Sang Wan completed her discharge procedures and went straight back to the film studio.

Bai Wei and Su Mo tried to persuade her, but it was as if she couldn’t hear anything they said.

As soon as she set off for the film studio, her phone rang.

It was Lu Tingzhou.

Sang Wan decisively hung up and blocked the number. Staring out the window at the scenery slowly receding behind her, her expression remained calm.

A minute later, an unfamiliar number called.

She answered, but before she could speak, the man’s urgent and pleading voice came through the phone.

“Wanwan, let’s talk.”

Sang Wan curled her lips slightly. “Mr. Lu, I think there’s nothing left for us to discuss.”

Her voice was eerily calm, devoid of any emotion.

“From now on, don’t bother me, and don’t see me again.”

“Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what I might do.”

With that, she hung up directly.

Outside the car window, Lu Tingzhou stood by the roadside.

He watched Sang Wan’s car drive away, as if taking all the light from his world with it.

Once again, he realized with painful clarity,

He had lost his little fox. Again.

The phone receiver was left with nothing but the cold, monotonous dial tone.

After a long silence.

He slowly snapped out of it and wiped his face with his hand.

When he looked up again, his deep eyes were no longer filled with sorrow, replaced instead by a chilling sharpness.

He handed the phone to the bodyguard beside him, his voice low. “The four of you, follow her to the film studio. Twenty-four-hour protection for Sang Wan.”

He paused, his tone turning even colder.

“Especially the Lu family and the Song sisters, Song Xiran and her sister. Don’t let them get anywhere near Sang Wan.”

“Yes, Mr. Lu.”

The bodyguard bowed respectfully and left to carry out the order.

Lu Tingzhou opened the car door and got in.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.

Lin Hao cautiously glanced at his boss’s expression through the rearview mirror.

The man’s handsome face was almost devoid of color, replaced only by a dark, oppressive aura.

Lin Hao didn’t dare speak, even his breathing was deliberately light. Years of experience by Lu Tingzhou’s side had taught him to make himself as invisible as possible.

The car sped along until it stopped at Jingyuan.

Then, the man’s low, hoarse voice sounded from the back seat.

“Reinvestigate the car accident I had in Jing City three years ago.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but the weight of his words struck Lin Hao’s heart like a hammer.

“All the files will be forwarded to your email. Also, look into any connections between Madam Lu and Song Xiran.”

Lin Hao’s heart skipped a beat. He knew a little about that car accident, it was a thorn in Lu Tingzhou’s heart, something no one was ever allowed to touch.

Even Song Xiran seemed to understand that the incident was a forbidden topic, never daring to bring it up.

“Yes, Mr. Lu.”

Lu Tingzhou leaned back in his seat, his long fingers unconsciously rubbing the cufflinks on his sleeve. His eyes were dark, unfathomable.

“And what about the Sang Corporation? Any updates?”

Here it comes.

Lin Hao’s heart missed another beat.

He had wanted to report this two days ago, but given the tense standoff between Sang Wan and his boss, he had swallowed the words.

He hadn’t expected Lu Tingzhou to bring it up now, inevitably, another storm was coming.

Clearing his throat, he tried to keep his tone steady as he reported.

“Currently, forty percent of Sang Corporation’s shares are under Miss Sang’s name.”

“Her grandfather transferred it to her on her twenty-second birthday.”

Twenty-second birthday, wasn’t that just before Sang Wan graduated from university?

“But…”

Lin Hao paused, his tone tinged with indignation, causing Lu Tingzhou to frown involuntarily.

“Miss Sang seemed unaware of this and has never taken a single cent of dividends from the Sang family’s accounts.”

Lu Tingzhou’s fingers, which had been adjusting his cufflinks, suddenly froze.

The atmosphere in the car plummeted to freezing point.

He clenched his back teeth tightly, grinding out the name, “Xu… Shi… Ming.”

Each syllable was laced with seething hatred.

What a wonderful father, deceiving Sang Wan for so many years.

Thinking of everything she had endured over the years, Lu Tingzhou’s chest constricted painfully.

“Mr. Lu, what do you intend to do?”

“Acquire.”

Lu Tingzhou’s voice was icy.

“At any cost, buy another eleven percent of Sang Corporation’s shares.”

Lin Hao sucked in a sharp breath.

Forty percent, plus another eleven.

This would place the lifeline of Sang Corporation firmly in Miss Sang’s hands, leaving Xu Shiming not even a sliver of a chance to recover.

“Understood.”

…

Days passed, one after another.

Sang Wan was like a wound-up machine, pouring all her energy into filming.

When she was on set, she immersed herself completely, delivering her lines and emotions with such precision that even the director couldn’t stop praising her.

When she wasn’t filming, she didn’t leave either.

Instead, she sat quietly in a corner with her script, either memorizing lines or sketching her design drafts.

Her mentor had called, saying her ideas were excellent and the overall design had soul, but she needed to refine the details further, balancing the elegance of a cheongsam with the comfort modern wearers demanded.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a glow over her, making her already delicate face appear even paler and more translucent. She seemed wrapped in an aura of detached indifference.

Su Mo and Qi Qi watched with growing concern but didn’t dare intervene.

They knew that staying busy was the only anesthetic she had right now.

Xiao Yan, entrusted by Lu Tingzhou to keep an eye on her, grew worried seeing Sang Wan withdraw into herself.

So, whenever they weren’t filming together, he shamelessly struck up conversations with her.

On nights without evening shoots, he dragged her around the film studio to snack on street food.

Su Mo and Qi Qi might have been turned away, but Sang Wan still gave Xiao Yan some face.

Watching her forced smiles gradually become genuine under Xiao Yan’s persistence, the two finally felt a little relieved.

…

Weekend, Lu Family Estate.

Song Xinran brought Kaikai, who had just recovered from a serious illness, to visit Lu Qishan, the patriarch of the Lu family.

The living room was adorned with antique charm, the air fragrant with sandalwood.

Lu Qishan looked at Kaikai, his face softening with rare warmth.

“Kaikai, why don’t you stay here with Grandpa from now on?”

Song Xinran’s heart leapt with joy, but she feigned hesitation.

“Uncle Lu, how could we impose on you and Tingzhou like this?”

“Impose?” Lu Qishan glared at her. “Kaikai is my grandson, staying in his own home is only natural!”

Just then, Lu Tingzhou walked in through the door.