He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 88

Qu You was utterly stunned.

She felt like a frog thrown into boiling water, forgetting to struggle before being completely cooked.

Her mind went blank, completely empty.

What did he just say?

That he had been intentionally getting close to her?

Three years of unrequited love, those feelings hidden in her diary, buried in the depths of the night, those stolen glances she only dared to cast from behind, were they all suddenly… exposed?

And in a way she had never even dared to dream of.

Staring at Song Ze’s face, so close and filled with sincerity, she couldn’t utter a single word. It felt like even her breath had been stolen.

Song Ze watched her flustered expression, his heart softening as the intensity in his eyes melted into a gentle smile.

His warm hand landed on her head, lightly stroking her hair. “No need to answer me right away.”

His voice was deep and pleasant, resonating in the confined space of the car.

“I was too abrupt.”

“I just wanted you to know that your feelings weren’t a one-sided performance.”

He paused, withdrawing his hand. His dark eyes gleamed startlingly bright in the dim light.

“We… have plenty of time.”

Five simple words, spoken unhurriedly, yet they acted like a tranquilizer, instantly calming Qu You’s heart, which had been pounding wildly in her chest.

She finally found her voice again, though it was as faint as a mosquito’s hum.

“Professor Song…”

“Hmm?”

“I… Am I dreaming?”

Song Ze chuckled lowly, the vibrations of his chest seeming to travel through the air.

“Whether it’s a dream or not, you’ll know tomorrow.”

He started the car, saying nothing more, leaving Qu You with enough space to digest this earth-shattering revelation.

Leaning against the window, Qu You watched the neon lights flash by outside, her heart still racing.

Three years of unrequited love, it seemed like it was finally about to bloom.

…

Meanwhile, a black Maybach glided smoothly through the night.

The car’s heater was turned up high.

Sang Wan, boneless as a kitten, was curled up in Lu Tingzhou’s arms, her head resting on his firm shoulder.

She played with his fingers, speaking idly.

“Lu Tingzhou, from a man’s perspective, what do you think of Qu You?”

Lu Tingzhou glanced down at the woman in his arms, tightening his embrace around her.

“She and Song Ze are a good match.”

His voice was calm but firm.

Sang Wan immediately lifted her head, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes sparkling with gossip.

“You already knew?”

Lu Tingzhou didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to her smooth, full forehead.

Only then did he speak, unhurriedly. “Song Ze likes Qu You. He said so himself.”

“Holy shit!”

Sang Wan blurted out in excitement, squirming in the man’s arms.

“I didn’t see that coming. Song Ze, that ascetic workaholic, actually admitted it himself?”

Lu Tingzhou watched her animated expression, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile.

“Neither did I.”

The two exchanged a smile, the atmosphere in the car growing even warmer and sweeter.

As she laughed, a sudden thought flashed through Sang Wan’s mind.

Her hand stealthily brushed against the bag beside her. What was inside made her heart race even more than the gossip about Song Ze and Qu You.

She turned her face, tilting her head to look at Lu Tingzhou’s sharply defined jawline, her gaze growing noticeably more serious.

“Lu Tingzhou.”

“Hmm?”

“Have you ever thought about… what our future will be like?”

She paused, as if carefully choosing her words, trying to make her question sound less deliberate.

“For example, where we might travel, when I’ll retire from the industry, or when we might… have a child?”

Sang Wan worked hard to conceal the glimmer of anticipation and joy in her eyes, pretending she was merely earnestly discussing every possibility of their future with him.

Lu Tingzhou’s previously relaxed expression stiffened slightly the moment she asked that question.

He pressed his thin lips together, his deep eyes fixed on her.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and resolute.

“Your future will definitely only have me.”

The words sent a sweet warmth through Sang Wan’s heart.

But his next sentence doused her like a bucket of ice water, chilling her to the core.

“But I’ve never once thought about having children.”

Sang Wan’s smile froze on her face.

She abruptly sat up straight in his arms, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

“Why?”

“Children are so adorable, they’re the crystallization of their parents’ love. Besides, a family isn’t truly complete without a child, right?”

Lu Tingzhou watched her urgent expression, a flicker of doubt passing through his deep-set eyes.

Why was she so fixated on the topic of children today?

Sang Wan also realized she had overreacted and quickly tried to smooth things over, forcing a smile.

“Today, I saw Song Ze and Youyou go from a secret crush to an open relationship, and it felt like everyone is moving toward marriage and children. It’s just that we’ve never really talked about it.”

She nestled back into his embrace, her tone softening, carrying a hint of coquetry.

“Someone still hasn’t even mentioned marrying me yet, so I guess I was overthinking it.”

Lu Tingzhou smirked. “In a hurry to get married?”

“Marriage or not doesn’t matter, it’s not like you can escape me anyway. Right now, I’m just curious. You said you don’t want children, tell me, why don’t you like kids?”

Lu Tingzhou fell silent for a moment before tightening his arm around her.

“It’s not that I don’t like them.”

His voice was slightly strained.

“It’s just… the risks of childbirth are too great.”

With that one sentence, Sang Wan instantly understood the root of the issue.

Lu Tingzhou’s mother had died in childbirth while delivering him.

It was a scar in his heart that had never fully healed.

Sang Wan’s heart clenched with both heartache and guilt.

How could she have forgotten about this? She had unwittingly poked at his deepest wound.

She reached out, gently cupping his cheek, and comforted him softly, “That was an accident, a very rare occurrence. Medical science is so advanced now, childbirth isn’t dangerous anymore.”

Lu Tingzhou didn’t respond, only burying his face in the crook of her neck, his breathing heavy.

Sang Wan knew he hadn’t yet moved past that shadow.

She didn’t press him further, simply holding him quietly, offering silent comfort through her warmth.

It’s okay, she thought.

She could wait… wait for him to slowly come to terms with it, wait until he was ready to welcome a little life of their own together.

…

The next afternoon.

The sunlight was just right as Sang Wan sat in the study, diligently working on a new design draft.

Then, the abrupt ring of her phone broke the silence.

It was Qi Qi.

Sang Wan set down her pen and answered the call.

“Sister Wan.”

On the other end of the line, Qi Qi’s urgent voice came through immediately, “I just got word that Uncle Liu has been in contact with Xu Shiming all along.”

Sang Wan’s heart skipped a beat.

“Xu Shiming has been regularly transferring money to Uncle Liu’s account, and it hasn’t stopped for years.”

Qi Qi’s voice continued, but Sang Wan already felt a chill run down her spine.

“The most recent transfer was just a week ago.”

A week ago…

Wasn’t that the day she went to the nursing home to visit her grandfather? Could the call Uncle Liu received have been from Xu Shiming?

This news exploded in Sang Wan’s mind like a thunderclap.

She instantly lost her composure.

“I’m heading to the nursing home right now.”

She hung up the phone, not even bothering to tidy up her sketches, grabbed her car keys, and rushed out the door, heading straight for Zijing Nursing Home.

An overwhelmingly bad feeling left her hands and feet ice-cold.

When she arrived at the nursing home, Sang Wan pushed open the car door and sprinted inside.

The room was empty, and she didn’t see anyone in the courtyard either, so she went straight to the front desk.

“Hello, why isn’t Mr. Sang from Room 308 here?”

The nurse checked the visitor log and replied politely, “Miss Sang, Mr. Sang went out early this morning.”

Sang Wan couldn’t believe it. Lu Tingzhou had said Xu Shiming and his people couldn’t get near her grandfather anymore, how could he have left?

“Without my permission, how could he have left? Who took him?”

“He went out on his own. The caregiver said he took the old man for a walk near the entrance and told us not to worry.”

Uncle Liu?

He took her grandfather out.

What was he planning?

Sang Wan felt her vision darken, her chest tightening unbearably.

Buzz.

Just as she was about to lose her footing, her phone vibrated abruptly in her palm.

A sharp notification tone pierced the air, sounding especially jarring at that moment.

Mechanically, she lowered her gaze.

It was a text from an unknown number.

[Your grandfather is at the West Suburb Warehouse.]

The next message was a location pin.

Then came a third.

[You have two hours. If I don’t see you, don’t blame me for being rough with the old man. And don’t call the police, or you’ll be collecting a corpse.]

No unnecessary words, each one was ruthless, each sentence a death sentence, dripping with unshakable arrogance.

A wave of cold dread surged through her, and Sang Wan bit her lip.

It was a trap.

She knew that better than anyone.

But the person being threatened was the closest family she had left in this world.

She had no choice.

Sang Wan took a deep breath, forcing down the terror in her heart, her fingers icy as she dialed a number she knew by heart.

On the screen, the name [Lu Tingzhou] was her only hope at that moment.

The call connected, but no one answered for a long time.

Refusing to give up, Sang Wan dialed again.

Same result.

She hung up and, without hesitation, called Qi Qi instead.

The call was picked up almost instantly.

“Sister Wan?”

“Qi Qi, bring people to the West Suburb Warehouse,” Sang Wan’s voice trembled. “I’ll send you the address.”

…

Meanwhile, in Lu Tingzhou’s office.

The rich aroma of coffee filled the air.

“Uncle Lu!”

The moment Lu Tingzhou stepped inside, a soft, childish voice shattered the quiet.

A small figure dashed over from the sofa and clung to Lu Tingzhou’s impeccably tailored trousers.

It was Kaikai.

Lu Tingzhou looked down at the little one clutching his leg, the usual frost in his cool eyes melting into warmth.

The intimidating, unapproachable aura around him softened in an instant.

He bent down and picked up the child, cradling him securely in his arms.

“You’ve grown taller again.”

Song Xinran stood nearby, watching the scene with a perfectly poised, gentle smile.

“Kaikai talks about you every day at home. I happened to be passing by, so I swallowed my pride and brought him along.”

After speaking, Song Xinran’s face showed a hint of unease, even a trace of fear at meeting Lu Tingzhou’s gaze.

Fortunately, Lu Tingzhou didn’t even glance at her, instead playfully pinching Kaikai’s little nose to tease him.

She didn’t mention that the phone on Lu Tingzhou’s desk had been lighting up repeatedly.

Seeing that Lu Tingzhou and Kaikai were getting along well, she cautiously spoke up, “Tingzhou, I… want to start my own studio. I’ve already scouted a location, but the registration and some paperwork are a bit complicated. Could I trouble you to help? I’m not very familiar with contracts and such.”

Lu Tingzhou looked down at Kaikai’s innocent, trusting face nestled in his arms, and the softest part of his heart was gently stirred.

He responded indifferently with a faint “Hmm.”

“Let Lin Hao handle it for you.”

Song Xinran’s heart swelled with joy, her eyes stinging slightly. A man with such immense power, how could she ever bring herself to let go?

Yet, before her emotions could settle, the man abruptly spoke again without warning.

“When did you get to know Sun Meixi?”