He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 69

In the end, she sneered coldly, “This isn’t the original manuscript at all, it’s just a copy you traced.”

Song Xinran cast her a sidelong glance. “Sang Wan, don’t make me look down on you.”

With that, she didn’t spare Sang Wan another glance. Under the escort of her bodyguards, she made a grand exit, leaving Sang Wan standing alone to endure the accusations and scorn from everyone around her.

“How shameless can you be? Instead of staying in the entertainment industry, you come here to stir up trouble.”

“She accuses others of copying, yet she hasn’t even produced the original manuscript herself.”

Sang Wan smirked bitterly. She had lost.

Crushed by a plagiarist.

Meanwhile, Lu Tingzhou, who was still in a late-night meeting, glanced at the phone Lin Hao hurriedly handed him. After scanning the trending headlines online, his voice turned icy as he ordered, “Clean this up. Book a flight to Beijing.”

Originally, he was supposed to leave tomorrow. But his little fox had been hurt, how could he possibly sit still now?

He abruptly ended the video call and dialed Sang Wan’s number.

The phone rang for a long time before she answered, her voice soft and laced with grievance. “Hello?”

“Do you still have the original design drafts?”

Lu Tingzhou didn’t have time to comfort her, he trusted Sang Wan.

“They’re in the study at Jingyuan.”

“Trust me. Go back to the hotel and rest.”

After hanging up, Lu Tingzhou headed straight to Jingyuan.

It seemed it was time to have a proper talk with Song Xinran.

Sang Wan returned to the hotel and didn’t step out again. When she saw the news disappear from the internet, she knew Lu Tingzhou had intervened.

Meanwhile, Song Xinran was in the middle of an exclusive interview with a top-tier fashion magazine.

On camera, the woman was impeccably made up, her smile poised and graceful, the very picture of a celebrated champion.

The reporter leaned forward slightly, curiosity and intrigue lacing their tone.

“Miss Song, could you share with us the inspiration behind your piece, ‘Stardust’?”

Song Xinran’s fingertips brushed lightly against the trophy beside her, the cool touch making her lips curve.

She lowered her gaze slightly, her long lashes casting delicate shadows beneath her eyes. Her voice carried just the right hint of nostalgia and tenderness.

“It was about two years ago.”

“Back then, I fell for a man.”

Her voice was soft, tinged with the shyness of a lovestruck girl, successfully piquing everyone’s interest.

“He treated me so well, attentive in every way.”

“Whenever I needed help the most, he was always the first by my side.”

In Song Xinran’s mind, Lu Tingzhou’s coldly handsome face surfaced.

She knew his kindness stemmed from guilt, his sense of responsibility toward Sheng An and the past.

But so, what?

She refused to believe that even the hardest stone couldn’t be warmed by persistent devotion.

Today was the perfect opportunity to make their ambiguous relationship public and bind them together for good.

“At the time, I thought to myself, if I ever married him one day, I’d design my own wedding dress with my own hands.”

Her eyes glistened with what seemed like moved tears, her acting skills rivaling those of an award-winning actress.

“‘Stardust’ was his gift to me. At our villa abroad, the night sky stretches endlessly, filled with shimmering stars.”

The reporter seized on the topic immediately, pressing further.

“Recently, there have been rumors online that you’re set to marry into the Lu family due to your child. May we ask, is the man who captured your heart Mr. Lu Tingzhou, the CEO of Lu Corporation?”

Song Xinran didn’t answer directly.

She simply raised her hand, gently wiping away the tears at the corner of her eye with her fingertips, revealing a smile that was both shy and helpless.

“When the time comes, everyone will naturally know.”

Neither admitting nor denying.

That was the most masterful form of confirmation.

Sang Wan watched the live interview, her heart aching with bitterness. Had they really been so happy together?

…

At the same time, inside the car on the way to the airport.

Lu Tingzhou was staring down at the live broadcast on his tablet, curious to hear what she might say. He hadn’t expected her to put on such a performance.

When they were abroad, they had lived in two separate villas, nowhere near each other. Yet the way she spoke made it sound as though they had lived together.

Song Xinran’s coy, bashful demeanor, her silent acquiescence to everything, pricked at his eyes, stirring a surge of cold fury within him.

Fine.

His attempts to make amends out of guilt had only fueled her delusions.

Then he couldn’t be blamed for being ruthless.

He could overlook her using their son to get close to him, but Sang Wan was his bottom line.

He forwarded the original draft of Stardust from his phone to Lin Hao. “Send this to the organizers of the ‘Dreamweaver Cup.'”

“Tell them to give Sang Wan justice.”

He paused, his fingers lightly tapping the screen.

“I don’t want to see the word ‘plagiarism’ on any public platform.”

This was the last shred of dignity he would grant Song Xinran.

And also, his warning.

Song Xinran’s live interview had just ended, and she was still basking in the joy of her victory, reveling in having crushed Sang Wan.

Then, suddenly, the official Weibo account of the “Dreamweaver Cup” posted an urgent statement.

[Apology Statement Regarding Voting Errors for the Finalist Work Stardust in the ‘Dreamweaver Cup’]

In the statement, the organizers cited “technical backend errors leading to abnormal voting data” as the reason for disqualifying Stardust from the finals and nullifying its results.

As a result, the championship of this year’s “Dreamweaver Cup” would be awarded to the original runner-up, Daybreak.

The post spread rapidly across the internet.

“Holy shit, plot twist? So, Song Xinran’s award was fake?”

“Voting errors? A competition this big has bugs like this? Who are they trying to fool?”

“Naive much? This is obviously plagiarism getting exposed, and the organizers are just saving face for the plagiarist.”

“I always thought something was off. There’s no way Sang Wan would slander someone for no reason.”

Public opinion shifted instantly.

But soon, another narrative began to gain traction.

“Pfft, Sang Wan’s powerful backer stepped in, huh? A beauty worth fighting for, and Song Xinran got taken down just like that.”

“Exactly. The organizers are being so vague, if it’s plagiarism, just say so! What’s with all the protection? What’s really going on here?”

The two opposing views clashed fiercely online, pushing the controversy to new heights.

Song Xinran stared at the glaring statement on her phone screen, the color draining from her face.

She wasn’t stupid.

Voting errors?

This was clearly Lu Tingzhou’s doing!

For Sang Wan’s sake, he had personally dragged her down from the clouds and thrown her into hell.

Hatred festered in her heart.

She couldn’t understand.

How could the man who had once been so patient and protective of her and their son become so cold and ruthless?

All for that bitch Sang Wan?

Why?

…

In the hotel room.

Sang Wan had just received an apology call from the organizers. They had confirmed that Stardust was not Song Xinran’s original work. Not only did they congratulate her on becoming the champion, but they also promised to deliver the trophy and prize money to her as soon as possible.

She hung up the phone, her entire being enveloped in an unreal daze.

The thought of Lu Tingzhou’s face made her bite her lip and chuckle softly. As expected of the “golden sponsor,” his efficiency was unmatched.

Before she could fully digest the news, an unfamiliar number aggressively intruded.

Sang Wan answered the call.

On the other end, Song Xinran’s sharp, venomous shriek immediately erupted.

“Sang Wan, I’ve never met a woman more shameless than you.”

“How can you so calmly entangle yourself with Lu Tingzhou? How can you face your mother? She was indirectly killed by him, aren’t you afraid she’ll never rest in peace?”

The shrill, grating voice made Sang Wan instinctively hold the phone away, letting her rant.

“Lu Tingzhou is willing to ruin me… for you.”

Song Xinran’s voice on the phone had already descended into hysteria.

“Fine. If that’s how it is, then none of us will have peace.”

“Sang Wan, just you wait.”

Beep.

The call ended.

Sang Wan gripped her phone, her knuckles turning white, her entire body icy cold.

Outside the window, the night deepened.

Lu Tingzhou stepped out of the airport, the evening wind carrying a chill as it lifted the hem of his black coat.

Lin Hao stepped forward. “President Lu, the car is ready. Shall we head straight to Miss Sang’s hotel?”

Lu Tingzhou’s fathomless eyes gazed at the city’s glittering lights in the distance. His thin lips parted to utter two words.

“Not yet.”

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Xinran, let’s meet. Now.”

…

Half an hour later.

Inside a VIP room at an upscale club in the capital.

Lu Tingzhou sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed, exuding an air of aristocratic detachment.

He didn’t touch the tea on the table, merely staring out the window in silence, his presence radiating an intimidating aura that kept others at bay.

The door to the private room opened.

Song Xinran hurried in, her eyes red, tear stains on her face, looking every bit the picture of a wronged victim.

“Tingzhou…”

Her voice trembled.

Yet, Lu Tingzhou didn’t even turn his head.

He merely glanced at her sidelong from behind his glasses, his gaze cold and dismissive.

“Sit.”

A single word, devoid of any emotion.

Song Xinran’s heart plummeted, but she obediently took a seat on the opposite sofa.

The room was deathly silent.

After a long pause, Lu Tingzhou finally spoke, his voice calm and devoid of warmth.

“Song Xinran.”

He addressed her by her full name, the distance between them suddenly magnified.

“The compensation I gave you wasn’t meant to foster delusions.”

Song Xinran’s body trembled violently.

“I didn’t-”

“Whether you did or not, you know the truth.” Lu Tingzhou cut her off, his tone devoid of fluctuation yet carrying a suffocating pressure.

He leaned forward slightly, his ink-black eyes locking onto her with deadly intensity.

“Remember, my patience and compensation have limits.”

“You can continue being a fashion designer, living comfortably with the money I’ve given you.”

“But…”

His voice was laced with warning.

“Don’t touch Sang Wan again.”

“Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to show you what it means to lose everything.”

“I owed Sheng An, but I don’t owe you. I’ll take responsibility for Sheng An’s child until he comes of age. But you… once you started harboring ulterior motives, you were no longer my responsibility.”