He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 73

Her heart leaped into her throat.

Then, a low, husky voice laced with amusement whispered against her ear, the warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

“Baby, can’t sleep?”

It was Lu Tingzhou.

Sang Wan’s tense body instantly relaxed, melting into his firm embrace.

She raised her hand, trying to pull his palm away from her mouth, but he seized her wrist instead.

Dominant. Unreasonable.

“Mmm.” she protested incoherently, signaling for him to let go.

Instead of releasing her, Lu Tingzhou turned her around to face him.

His arm remained locked around her waist while his other hand lifted, his thumb gently tracing her damp lips.

Only a nightlight illuminated the living room, casting a dim glow.

The man before her wore black pajamas, his collar loose.

Sang Wan nervously pushed him away.

Lu Tingzhou took a step back, his bright eyes fixed on her with a faint smile. “No cold water at night.”

Sang Wan stammered, “Why are you still awake?”

As she spoke, he handed her a glass of room-temperature water.

Reluctantly, she set down the chilled bottle she had been about to open, thinking to herself that older people really were all about health.

“Can’t sleep?” Lu Tingzhou lowered his gaze to study her.

“No, I just wanted some water before bed.”

The heavy silence made her uneasy, after all, they were in his family’s home.

“I’m heading up first.” Sang Wan set the glass down and hurriedly turned to leave.

But before she could take a step, she was suddenly swept off her feet. Remembering this was Lu Tingzhou’s grandmother’s house, she quickly covered her mouth.

“Put me down,” she hissed, glaring at the man carrying her.

“You never wear slippers. Since I’m going up too, we might as well go together.”

Sang Wan kicked her legs, refusing to let him hold her. “Put me down now, what if someone sees?”

“Everyone’s asleep,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Don’t be so nervous.”

This was his grandmother’s house! If an elder caught them embracing in the living room in the middle of the night…

She wasn’t nearly shameless enough for that.

But Lu Tingzhou didn’t care. Instead, he pulled her closer, letting her cling to him.

He leaned in, nuzzling her nose playfully.

“So, what if they see?”

His tone was matter-of-fact, laced with an unyielding possessiveness.

“Is there something shameful about us?”

He hated how cautious she was being.

He wanted the whole world to know, Sang Wan was his woman. No one else could covet her, no one else had the right to question it.

Before she could respond, a searing kiss, thick with dominance, crashed down on her.

He pried her lips apart, invading her senses, leaving her no room to breathe.

The kiss was deep. Relentless.

Dizzy from his assault, Sang Wan instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders, surrendering to his storm of passion.

The living room was so quiet that only their mingled breaths and the wet sounds of their kiss could be heard.

Just as they were lost in each other,

Creak.

The faint sound of a wooden door turning pierced the silent night.

Then came a frail, tentative voice.

“Tingzhou?”

It was the old lady!

Sang Wan froze, as if doused in ice water, instantly sober.

She shoved Lu Tingzhou away, her mind blank, her first instinct to hide.

Without even taking the time to see what was around her, her body moved faster than her brain, she ducked and crawled beneath the high bar counter.

Crouched in the cramped space, she covered her mouth with both hands, not even daring to breathe.

Lu Tingzhou was pushed back half a step by her. Watching her flustered and panicked attempt to hide, a trace of helplessness and amusement flickered in his deep-set eyes.

He quickly straightened his slightly disheveled collar, then turned toward the source of the sound.

“Grandma,” his voice regained its usual steadiness, though with a barely detectable hint of hoarseness, “it’s so late, why are you up? And without turning on the lights?”

The old lady peeked out cautiously from her bedroom door, confirming that it was indeed her grandson in the living room before stepping out fully.

As she walked, she stammered out an excuse: “Old age, can’t sleep, just wandering around a bit. And you? What are you doing here?”

Lu Tingzhou remained expressionless, walking over to the water dispenser to pour himself another half-glass of water.

“Thirsty, came to get some water,” he answered with perfect composure.

He walked over and naturally took hold of the old lady’s arm. “It’s late, let me help you back to bed. Don’t stay up, bad for your health.”

As he guided her, the old lady’s sharp eyes darted around the living room, as if searching for something.

Lu Tingzhou noticed her subconscious movements and pressed his lips together slightly.

Once inside the bedroom, the old lady craned her neck to look back outside.

Seeing the faintly pursed lips of the man beside her, she knew full well that her little scheme had been seen through.

Unable to hold back, she gritted her teeth and whispered with a suppressed laugh:

“You little rascal, don’t play dumb with me!”

“I can see you’re clinging to that girl, did you really not sleep together tonight?”

Lu Tingzhou’s steps faltered slightly, his brow creasing almost imperceptibly.

He turned his head, meeting his grandmother’s knowing, teasing expression. His lips parted slightly, his tone laced with a hint of grievance.

“She’s shy around you.”

“I’m still trying to coax her along.”

“And then you had to come out in the middle of the night and ruin it, now she definitely won’t sleep with me.”

The old lady was momentarily speechless, then reacted by giving his arm a light slap.

“Pah! You little actor!” she scolded with a laugh. “Still putting on a show in front of me? As if I don’t know what you’re up to!”

“If you know, then why interfere?”

The old lady was stumped.

“You’re not getting any younger. If you really like her, hurry up and marry her.”

Lu Tingzhou nodded. “I’ll work on it. Don’t worry, maybe next year you’ll be holding a great-grandchild.”

The old lady beamed and playfully pushed him away. “Alright, alright, I’ll be waiting. I won’t bother you youngsters anymore, go get some sleep.”

Her demeanor practically urged him to hurry back and start working on that baby.

After closing the door behind him, Lu Tingzhou walked back to the bar counter, pulled the hiding figure out from beneath it, and carried her straight upstairs.

Sang Wan didn’t dare make a sound, only daring to scold once they were safely in the room. “You beast,  couldn’t you hold back for one night?”

Lu Tingzhou found her cautious, hushed cursing even more amusing. He chuckled softly. “It’s late. Time to sleep.”

Sang Wan scrambled toward the edge of the bed the moment she touched it, but the man behind her grabbed her ankle and pulled her back into his arms.

“Nothing’s prepared here,” he murmured reassuringly. “I won’t do anything. Just sleep.”

The man who claimed he wouldn’t act recklessly took off his glasses and immediately pinned her beneath him.

…

The next morning, when Sang Wan woke up, the person beside her was already gone, and she couldn’t help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

As she got up to change clothes, she realized her hands were so sore she could barely move, silently cursing Lu Tingzhou as an old pervert.

Her fingers trembled as she tried to fasten the buttons, and just then, the door was pushed open.

Sang Wan looked at the impeccably dressed man, still aloof and noble, and instantly felt a surge of anger.

When he had her in bed, he was like a starving wolf.

But once off the bed, he resumed this untouchable demeanor.

“Woke up on your own and still in such a bad mood?”

Sang Wan’s peach-blossom eyes, glistening with moisture, widened abruptly. “Do you really not know why I’m in a bad mood, President Lu?”

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hoarseness from the night before, making it sound more like a coquettish complaint.

“During the day, I’m on set filming, earning money for you, this black-hearted capitalist.”

“And at night, I come back only to… to serve you.”

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. She raised her still slightly trembling hand in protest, “Now my hands are so sore I can barely lift them, I can’t even fasten my buttons!”

Lu Tingzhou watched her puffed-up, kitten-like demeanor, and instead, a layer of deep satisfaction rippled in his eyes.

“Hmm,” he responded in a low voice, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “My fault.”

The man strode toward her with his long legs.

He carried the cool morning air on him, mingled with his familiar, icy fragrance, enveloping her completely.

Sang Wan instinctively wanted to step back.

But Lu Tingzhou had already extended his well-defined hand, his fingertips lightly pinching the top button of her dress.

The warmth of his fingers inadvertently brushed against her sensitive collarbone.

Sang Wan stiffened all over, her breath hitching for a moment.

His gaze lowered, his long, thick lashes casting shadows under his eyes, his expression so focused it was as if he were handling a rare treasure.

The button slid securely into place under his touch.

After finishing, Lu Tingzhou didn’t leave.

Instead, he took her still “protesting” hand and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Let me massage it for you.”

His deep voice was so pleasant it was hard to refuse.

Sang Wan, pulled along helplessly, sat down.

The man knelt on one knee before her, his large hand enveloping her slender wrist, kneading with just the right amount of pressure.

“My fault,” he repeated, his voice laced with faint amusement. “Next time… I’ll be more careful.”

The warmth of his massage slowly spread through her wrist, easing the soreness.

But Sang Wan’s heart skipped a beat.

N-next time?!

She yanked her hand back abruptly, her cheeks flushing pink. “In your dreams! There won’t be a next time.”

Lu Tingzhou wasn’t angered. He simply lifted his gaze to look at her quietly, the corners of his lips curving into a faint smile.

His eyes seemed to say: That’s not up to you.

Sang Wan felt a pang of guilt under his stare and turned her head away, muttering stubbornly, “D-don’t push your luck.”

“Alright,” Lu Tingzhou acquiesced with a nod, standing up and reverting to his usual noble composure. “Come down for breakfast. I’ll take you back to the studio this afternoon.”

…

The breakfast table was filled with warmth and harmony.

The old lady sat at the head, beaming as she continuously piled food onto Sang Wan’s plate, glancing between her eldest grandson and Sang Wan, the more she looked, the more pleased she became.

A perfect match of talent and beauty.

Lu Tingzhou’s uncle, Zhou Ming, was an elegant middle-aged man.

He took a sip of porridge and, as if suddenly remembering something, turned to Lu Tingzhou.

“Tingzhou, that house you own in Ziyuan has been vacant for so many years. It’s been quite troublesome to keep maintaining it all this time. A friend of mine has been looking at properties there recently, have you considered selling it?”

The words had barely left her lips.

Sang Wan could distinctly sense the atmosphere around the man beside her shift abruptly.