He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 70

Lu Tingzhou’s words sent Song Xinran trembling all over, her face as pale as paper.

He rarely spoke so much in front of her. Every time they met, he would only play with Kaikai, seldom engaging in any meaningful conversation with her.

Apart from helping her with work and daily life, Song Xinran barely knew him.

Of course, this was also because Lu Tingzhou had always kept his distance, never letting her get too close.

After his words, Lu Tingzhou didn’t spare her another glance.

That decisiveness was like an icy blade, slicing her unrealistic fantasies into fragments.

“Tingzhou, all these years, I-”

“Take care of yourself.”

Lu Tingzhou stood up straight, adjusting the cuffs of his suit with calm composure.

His tall, upright figure strode away without the slightest warmth.

Bang.

The private room door closed softly, cutting off her line of sight, as if sealing them into two separate worlds.

Song Xinran felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body. The last shred of dignified posture she had maintained instantly crumbled.

“I owe Sheng An, but I don’t owe you.”

“Once you started harboring other intentions, you were no longer within my responsibility.”

The man’s words echoed relentlessly in her mind.

Indeed, she had overestimated herself and underestimated Sang Wan’s place in his heart.

Why?

What part of her was inferior to that bitch Sang Wan?

The life she had lived abroad for three years could never be reclaimed.

Even though they hadn’t lived together, she had seen him every day.

Even though he had always been polite and indifferent, it had been enough for certain thoughts to take root in her heart.

…

Inside the car.

Lin Hao cautiously observed Lu Tingzhou’s expression through the rearview mirror.

The aura around his boss was terrifyingly oppressive, his handsome face covered in frost.

“President Lu, about Miss Song…”

Lin Hao hesitated, trying to gauge his reaction.

Lu Tingzhou raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his eyes behind the lenses unfathomably deep.

“Keep investigating her connection with Sun Meixi.”

Lin Hao was taken aback. “President Lu, do you think the car accident is related to them?”

A cold smirk curled at the corner of Lu Tingzhou’s lips.

Once, Sun Meixi and his second uncle had joined forces, leaving him with no way out, forcing him to relocate to the Beijing branch.

Sun Meixi had never hidden her desire for Lu Jinxuan to inherit the Lu family.

The entire Lu family knew it, and the old man was well aware.

He had once thought staying away from power struggles would grant him freedom.

Who would have thought he would meet Sang Wan?

Twenty-year-old Sang Wan, bold, unrestrained, delicate yet thorny.

He had gone to Beijing University for recruitment. During a break, he leaned against the roadside, smoking to clear his mind, when he saw a boy pestering a girl with flowers, confessing his feelings.

Such scenes weren’t uncommon, but most girls would either refuse or accept the flowers without much reaction.

Yet what unfolded before him was different, the girl outright threw the bouquet away. And because she hadn’t controlled her strength, it happened to hit him.

“I’m warning you, stay away from me. I’ve told you countless times, I don’t like you, we’re not a match. If you keep harassing me, I’ll call the police.”

Her soft voice delivering such harsh words reminded him of a phrase, “fierce yet adorable.”

A simple white dress accentuated her graceful figure, her high ponytail swaying defiantly with her movements.

“Little girl, shouldn’t you apologize for hitting someone?”

Lu Tingzhou still couldn’t understand why he had called out to her that day, was it her willow-slender waist or that delicate yet feisty voice?

But call out he did, as if bewitched.

And to this day, he remained grateful for that impulsive decision.

Under the sunlight, the girl turned around, her ponytail tracing a graceful arc through the air.

That face left the usually composed Lu Tingzhou momentarily stunned.

He had to admit, his love at first sight was indeed somewhat superficial.

“President Lu?”

Lin Hao called out when he noticed Lu Tingzhou’s silence.

“Accusations require evidence. It’s not about what I think, it’s about obtaining proof.”

Lu Tingzhou’s current thought was that if Song Xinran were a snake lurking in the shadows, it was time to startle her out.

Rather than letting her scheme in the dark, he’d force her into the open.

Lin Hao immediately understood, inwardly sweating for Song Xinran’s sake.

Of all people to cross, why provoke President Lu’s wrath?

Truth be told, he’d harbored some goodwill toward Song Xinran over the years, they’d interacted frequently overseas.

But she should never have set her sights on President Lu.

Sheng An’s death had left Lu Tingzhou burdened with guilt, how could he possibly accept Sheng An’s woman?

That woman truly lacked wisdom.

The car glided smoothly toward the hotel where Sang Wan was staying.

Approaching eight o’clock, the capital city glittered with neon lights in the night.

When Lu Tingzhou arrived at the hotel, through the restaurant’s spotless floor-to-ceiling windows, he immediately spotted the figure that had occupied his thoughts.

His little fox was seated by the window with Qi Qi, enjoying a meal.

She’d changed out of her tight evening gown into a soft beige sweater, her long hair loosely tied up to reveal a swan-like neck.

The overall effect was pure!

With matters finally settled, she seemed in high spirits, chatting animatedly with Qi Qi, eyes curved in happiness.

A faint smile played on her lips, like a cunning fox who’d stolen candy, lively and charming.

In that instant, the simmering rage and chill that had accompanied Lu Tingzhou throughout his journey seemed soothed by an invisible gentle hand.

His suspended heart finally settled back into place.

He didn’t approach, quietly taking a corner seat in the restaurant to order a light meal.

From noon till now, he hadn’t had a drop of water.

Without replenishing his energy, how would he have strength to “attend to” that pampered, ungrateful little fox tonight?

The man ate leisurely, yet his gaze never left that graceful figure, his deep eyes reflecting a tenderness even he hadn’t realized.

After finishing her satisfying dinner, Sang Wan returned to her room with Qi Qi.

The moment she entered, she kicked off her high heels and flopped onto the soft bed.

“So comfortable, and so happy,” she sighed, hugging a pillow and rolling across the bed in bliss.

Qi Qi smiled while hanging up her discarded coat.

“Sister Wan, you’re now the rightful champion of the ‘Dreamweaver Cup.'”

Sang Wan lay on her stomach, swinging her slender legs, and nodded.

“Pretty impressive, huh?”

Qi Qi agreed, “Very. When you get tired of filming, we’ll start a fashion design studio… you design, you endorse, leading a new wave in fashion.”

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea. Work on a proposal, I think it’s completely doable.”

Qi Qi’s eyes suddenly sparkled, “Absolutely! I’ll draft you a business plan.”

Sang Wan was happy at the moment, but deep down, she felt like something was missing.

That man… after finishing his business, he didn’t even bother to call.

Not a single message.

Too busy playing the gallant knight for someone else?

Today’s incident made it clear that Lu Tingzhou had spared Song Xinran’s dignity.

The more Sang Wan thought about it, the angrier she became. She pulled out her phone, tapped on the familiar profile picture of a man’s back, and sent a round, fuming question mark sticker.

“Qi Qi, go out and explore. You don’t have to revolve around me all the time. There are plenty of delicious foods in Jing City. Since I can’t wander around freely, you shouldn’t stay cooped up with me.”

Seeing her in good spirits, Qi Qi grinned. “Then I’ll take a stroll. I’ve been craving the sesame lamb from Dongdaemun.”

Sang Wan waved her off. “Go ahead, but take someone with you. Stay safe.”

“Don’t worry, President Lu’s people are reliable.”

Just as Qi Qi stepped into the elevator, another elevator dinged, arriving at the floor.

Lu Tingzhou stepped out, and his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He pulled it out and unlocked the screen.

When he saw the puffy, angry question mark sticker in the chat, the corner of his lips curled up involuntarily.

The little fox was getting impatient.

His eyes darkened with amusement as he pocketed his phone and quickened his long strides.

Meanwhile, Sang Wan, who had been waiting in vain for a reply, grew even more furious.

She sat up abruptly from the bed, cursing Lu Tingzhou a thousand times in her heart.

Liar. Playboy.

She paced back and forth in the room a couple of times before deciding anger was pointless. She plopped onto the soft carpet and started stretching.

Stretching her ligaments and relaxing her body might help soothe her restless mood.

Just as she lifted one leg high, straining to straighten it and make her body more flexible.

Beep.

A faint electronic sound shattered the silence of the room.

The door was unlocked.

Sang Wan froze mid-motion.

Her head snapped up as she turned toward the sound.

There, standing at the doorway, was the tall, imposing man.

The very same “playboy” she had just been cursing in her heart.

Lu Tingzhou still held the keycard, clearly not expecting this scene when he walked in.

His gaze landed on the woman frozen in a difficult yoga pose on the carpet, her long, slender legs pale and straight, almost dazzling under the light.

Their eyes met.

The air seemed to solidify.

A few seconds later, Lu Tingzhou closed the door and stepped inside.

His deep voice, laced with faint amusement, echoed in the spacious room:

“What, tired of the bed?”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over her raised leg before adding meaningfully,

“Want to try the floor tonight?”

Sang Wan’s mind buzzed. It really was him, the one she had been thinking about all along.

She didn’t even have time to process the implications of his words. The moment she saw him, all her emotions amplified.

“Lu Tingzhou!”

The next second, she scrambled up from the floor and rushed toward him without a second thought.

Lu Tingzhou spread his arms wide, steady.

Instinctively, he tightened his embrace, pulling her soft, fragrant warmth firmly against him so her momentum wouldn’t knock him back.

The delicate, unique scent of the girl instantly overwhelmed all his senses.

With a satisfied sigh, he rested his chin atop her soft hair and nuzzled it gently.

His warm lips brushed against the delicate curve of her ear, sending waves of scorching breath cascading down.

In a voice both husky and intoxicatingly seductive, he whispered against her skin, “Did you miss me?”