He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 74

If the previous moment had been a gentle spring breeze, this one had turned into a Siberian cold front.

She instinctively turned her head to look.

Lu Tingzhou’s previously soft expression had now darkened.

The hand holding the spoon stopped stirring.

His deep eyes were unreadable.

Just as Sang Wan was wondering what was wrong, Lu Tingzhou slowly spoke, “Not selling.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm and resolute.

Zhou Ming was taken aback and tried to persuade him, “But that house-”

“Uncle, I never had any intention of selling it.”

Lu Tingzhou cut him off directly, the displeasure in his eyes making Zhou Ming swallow the rest of his words.

The old lady, sensing his emotional shift, discreetly signaled her son with her eyes. “If Tingzhou doesn’t want to sell, then don’t. It’s not like he needs the money.”

Zhou Ming had thought it was a waste to leave it vacant while still requiring regular maintenance and cleaning.

But seeing that Lu Tingzhou was unwilling to sell, he dropped the subject.

Sang Wan silently lowered her head, sipping her porridge in small mouthfuls, though her mind was anything but calm.

Ziyuan?

What kind of place was that?

Why did merely mentioning it cause this man, who usually kept his emotions tightly controlled, to reveal such a reaction?

…

On the way back to the hotel, the car was unnervingly quiet.

Sang Wan stole several glances at him, but the man simply leaned against the seat, eyes closed, his handsome face expressionless.

She knew he was pretending to sleep.

It only made her more curious about that place, that forbidden zone capable of stirring his emotions.

After observing him a few more times, she couldn’t help but speak softly.

“Lu Tingzhou,” she ventured, “what kind of place is Ziyuan?”

The man’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, but he didn’t open his eyes.

“Just a place I used to live,” he answered lightly, stating what seemed like an ordinary fact.

Sang Wan didn’t believe it.

If it was just a place he’d lived, why would he prefer staying in hotels rather than returning there?

Why leave it empty rather than sell it?

There had to be more to the story.

Suddenly, Shen Yubai’s words flashed through her mind.

“Rumor has it he once had a woman.”

Her heart felt as if pricked by a fine needle.

Not painful, but aching with a dull, pervasive sourness.

Unbidden, she recalled their first time.

His forceful kiss, his skilled teasing, the overwhelming desire that had nearly consumed her…

A man so dominant and insatiable in bed, how could he truly be as the rumors claimed, ascetic and indifferent to women?

Her fingers clenched, nails digging into her palms.

“Lu Tingzhou.”

She called his name again, this time with a hint of stubbornness she hadn’t even realized was there.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at her.

“Hmm?”

“Did you… have other women before?”

The question was blunt and abrupt, like that of a petulant child.

The moment she asked, she regretted it.

She had told herself not to dwell on the past, not to overthink, but seeing how deeply he still clung to it, she couldn’t deny the jealousy gnawing at her.

Lu Tingzhou gazed at her, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

Sang Wan felt exposed under his stare but forced herself to add, her tone teasing,

“You… you’re so experienced in that area… there’s no way you’ve never been with anyone else, right?”

After speaking, she turned her face away, unable to meet his eyes.

A complicated emotion flickered in Lu Tingzhou’s gaze, something between helplessness and heartache.

Ziyuan.

That place held all the memories he didn’t dare touch.

He didn’t dare to go back, much less take her with him.

Because every corner of that place carried her shadow, along with the memories of their past, memories he thought he’d lost forever.

How could he tell her that the so-called “other woman” was actually herself?

His Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty, and in the end, he chose to lie.

“Yeah.”

“There was one.”

Sang Wan’s heart plummeted, as if sinking into the icy depths of the sea.

So, it was true.

She bit her lower lip, forcing back the sting in her eyes, keeping her voice as steady as possible.

“Then… why did you break up?”

Lu Tingzhou averted his gaze, looking out the window at the scenery speeding past, as if lost in distant memories.

“She was young, prone to tantrums.”

“At the time, the company was just starting to take off. I was busy and didn’t have much time to tend to her emotions.”

“Eventually, we broke up.”

The faint trace of nostalgia and resignation in his tone didn’t escape her notice.

Sang Wan understood instantly.

He probably hadn’t completely moved on.

Ziyuan, that house, must have been kept for that woman.

The woman he hadn’t had time for, the one he still carried guilt over, the one he couldn’t forget even now.

Sang Wan suddenly felt pathetic. That night, she had worried he might misunderstand her about not being a virgin. Now, it turned out he was the one who wasn’t clean.

Body and soul.

She fell silent, turning her head to press her cheek against the cold car window.

The scenery outside blurred into indistinct shapes through her tears.

She didn’t spare the man beside her another glance until the car stopped outside the hotel at the film studio.

Lu Tingzhou knew his little woman was upset. He pulled her into his arms. “It’s all in the past. Are you really going to be jealous over this?”

Sang Wan ignored him. If it was truly in the past, why would he still keep the house?

By the time they returned to the film studio, it was already dark. After dinner, Lu Tingzhou had a meeting in the study.

When he finished and went to the bedroom to rest, he found the little fox had locked the door.

He bit his lip, pacing outside. She was really angry, how was he supposed to explain?

If he told her the truth, would she remember the child?

That was the last thing Lu Tingzhou wanted.

For now, all he could do was coax her. He dialed her number.

Her phone rang stubbornly inside the bedroom, each tone stretching unbearably long.

Finally, at the very last second before the call would have disconnected, she answered.

A faint rustling of fabric came through the receiver, followed by dead silence.

Lu Tingzhou pressed the phone closer, his voice softening to a whisper. “Baby, open the door for me.”

“I have to go back to Shencheng first thing tomorrow.”

“It’ll be days before we see each other again.” He paused, his tone even gentler. “Would you really let me go like this?”

Such shameless words would have melted her heart under normal circumstances.

But tonight, her heart, soaked in bitterness and hurt, remained unyielding.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

She let out a soft laugh, laced with unmistakable mockery.

“The one who can’t bear it is you, President Lu.”

Lu Tingzhou’s breath hitched.

He knew she was taunting him.

“Wanwan, I-”

Click.

She hung up without hesitation.

The tall man stood in the dimly lit hallway, his silhouette tinged with loneliness.

Leaning against the cold door, he lifted a hand to rub his temples in frustration.

The little fox had bared her claws again.

And they were sharp.

…

The next morning, Sang Wan woke up early.

She applied a meticulously crafted yet aloof makeup look in front of the mirror, perfectly concealing the dark circles under her eyes.

When she strode confidently onto the set of Storm Rising, the entire film crew fell silent for a moment.

All eyes turned toward her in unison.

The gazes were complex, filled with awe, reverence, and a hint of incredulous curiosity.

The genius designer JC was actually the female lead of their production.

A woman who embodied both talent and beauty, stunning at every turn.

“Sang Wan, I never imagined you were also a fashion designer,” a young production assistant couldn’t resist blurting out, mustering the courage to approach.

Sang Wan gave a faint nod. “I studied fashion design in school. Acting was something I picked up along the way.”

“Oh my god! I love your Daybreak collection so much. If it ever hits the market, I’m definitely buying a piece!”

“Thank you,” Sang Wan replied with a polite yet distant smile. “With your petite frame, you’d look lovely in a qipao.”

Not far away, Xiao Yan, who had just finished a wire stunt and was being helped to sit down, watched with clear eyes brimming with admiration.

He had always assumed Sang Wan was just a delicate flower, carefully sheltered.

But he never expected her to be not only a brilliant actress but also a prodigiously talented designer.

This realization deepened his appreciation for her.

“Sang Wan!” He flashed her a bright smile and waved. “You’re amazing!”

Xiao Yan’s grin was pure and unguarded, like sunlight after rain, warm and comforting to Sang Wan.

Just then, a figure approached, Liu Xi.

She had been visiting the set frequently lately, and now her gaze toward Sang Wan had completely changed.

“Sang Wan,” Liu Xi said, her expression slightly awkward. “About what happened at the airport… I’m sorry. I was being petty.”

She knew Sang Wan was the one who held Lu Tingzhou’s heart, and she also understood now that Xiao Yan’s feelings for her weren’t what she had assumed.

“No need for formalities, Senior Liu. If I were in your shoes, I’d have been jealous too.”

Sang Wan thought to herself that she was still competing with the woman in Lu Tingzhou’s heart.

The atmosphere on set was cheerful, with everyone regarding Sang Wan not just with admiration but also respect.

Well, everyone except Song Zixi.

She stood with Sun Qian at a distance, glaring resentfully at Sang Wan, who was surrounded by the crew.

Her eyes burned with such hostility it seemed they could bore bloody holes into Sang Wan.

Her sister’s humiliation, Lu Tingzhou’s warning, the sudden shift in media sentiment,

All of it was because of Sang Wan.

Especially last night, when her sister had tearfully confided that Lu Tingzhou had confronted her, warning her never to lay a hand on Sang Wan again.

That man would truly stop at nothing for Sang Wan.

What was so special about that bitch anyway?

Of course, she knew better than to act recklessly now.

They had already lost the upper hand, they couldn’t afford another impulsive move.

…

Shencheng, Lu Corporation’s top-floor office.

Lu Tingzhou sat behind his desk, his expression icy, the air around him heavy with tension.

Lin Hao stood opposite him, barely daring to breathe.

“Check if there are any upcoming jewelry exhibitions or auctions,” Lu Tingzhou said, his tone unreadable.

Lin Hao responded immediately, “I’ll look into it right away.”

Lu Tingzhou tapped his fingers lightly on the desk and added, “Buy every pink and fancy-colored diamond available.”

Lin Hao froze. “Every single one?”

“Price is no object.”

“…” Lin Hao held his breath.

Was the little ancestor throwing a tantrum?

The boss’s way of appeasing women is… expensive.

He didn’t dare ask further and immediately complied, “Alright, I’ll make the arrangements right away.”

“And,” Lu Tingzhou paused the pen in his hand, “how’s the investigation going with the Sang family?”