He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 9

Sang Wan murmured unconsciously, her small hands restlessly tugging at the collar of her clothes. The already figure-hugging qipao now clung even more tightly to her curves with each pull: voluptuous, alluring.

Wang Sheng watched the scene, his heart itching with desire, yet he dared not look too long. He hastily lowered his head.

Lu Tingzhou’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his dark eyes so intense they seemed to drip ink.

He scooped Sang Wan into his arms, pressing her face against his chest. As he turned to leave, his sharp gaze swept over Wang Sheng, his voice icy with menace.

“Mr. Wang, we’ll settle tonight’s account properly.”

Wang Sheng’s face turned ashen. He knew he had crossed a line. Lu Tingzhou had already made his relationship with Sang Wan clear in the banquet hall, and now, by laying hands on her, Wang Sheng had essentially plucked a hair from a tiger’s lip.

Even if the Lu family wouldn’t allow Sang Wan through their doors, that didn’t mean he could touch what belonged to Lu Tingzhou.

“President Lu, it’s a misunderstanding. Her sister went to get a room and just asked me to help her stay steady.”

Lu Tingzhou ignored him, carrying Sang Wan away without another word.

Hiding in the shadows, Xu Mingyue watched as Lu Tingzhou took Sang Wan away, stomping her foot in frustration. Such a perfect opportunity, ruined by his sudden return.

In the car, the moment Lu Tingzhou sat down, Sang Wan immediately clung to him.

Though her mind was hazy, she knew the man before her was Lu Tingzhou.

He pinned her wandering hands to her legs, his voice low and cool, like a refreshing breeze that sent waves of comfort through her.

“Sit properly. Endure it for a while.”

“Lu Tingzhou, why did you come?”

Lu Tingzhou forced himself to stay composed, deliberately avoiding her gaze.

But the girl’s soft, sweet voice and intoxicating scent were inescapable.

A man who prided himself on self-control now felt even hotter than before.

“It’s so hot. Why is this button so hard to undo?”

Sang Wan complained, tugging at her collar as her delicate body leaned toward the coolness she craved… him.

Lu Tingzhou frowned as the soft curves of her chest brushed against his arm, intentionally or not.

Lin Hao, the driver, didn’t dare breathe too loudly. Driving under these circumstances was a first for him, and he couldn’t resist stealing a glance in the rearview mirror.

The usually aloof and dignified President Lu now had a fragrant, pliant beauty in his arms. His expression was tense, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily.

The usual cold detachment was gone, replaced by unmistakable desire.

Noticing Lin Hao’s gaze, Lu Tingzhou shot him a glare and raised the partition, blocking his prying eyes.

Frustrated by her inability to undo the button, Sang Wan grabbed Lu Tingzhou’s hand impatiently.

“Help me, won’t you?”

The man gritted his teeth, restraining her other hand as well.

With both hands immobilized, Sang Wan glared at him, her pretty face flushed with indignation and undeniable allure.

“Stingy!”

Pouting, she leaned in and bit his neck in protest.

Lu Tingzhou, already burning from her teasing, asked hoarsely, “Do you even know how to sit properly?”

“Do?”

Her fox-like eyes, glazed with desire, locked onto his as she murmured in a velvety voice, “If President Lu is skilled, you could teach me.”

Tilting her head up, she tried to kiss his thin, attractive lips.

Lu Tingzhou took a deep breath. Was there only one color in this girl’s mind?

…

The entire ride was a torment of heat.

Finally arriving at the Lu Group’s hotel, Lu Tingzhou ordered Lin Hao to call Song Ze before carrying Sang Wan straight to the penthouse suite on the top floor.

This was his private domain, never open to outsiders.

All the way, Sang Wan’s face was well-protected by him.

As soon as they entered the room, Sang Wan grew even more restless.

The effects of the drug had fully taken hold by now. Her fair skin was flushed with an alluring pink, and her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a hazy, watery glow as she gazed dazedly at the man holding her.

“Lu Tingzhou… you smell so good…”

Like a kitten, she nuzzled against his chest, her nose inhaling the crisp, refreshing scent of him.

Lu Tingzhou placed her on the soft bed, but the moment he tried to pull away, she clung to him like an octopus.

“Tingzhou…”

When the woman in his arms clearly called his name, Lu Tingzhou froze.

Caught off guard, Sang Wan looped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his tightly pressed ones, soft, sweet, and cool to the touch. To Sang Wan, it was an irresistible allure.

Lu Tingzhou let out a muffled groan, his large hand gripping the back of her head. For a fleeting moment, he wanted to surrender to the temptation.

But restraint and rationality were ingrained in his bones.

Pushing her away, Lu Tingzhou suppressed the surging restlessness in his chest and strode straight into the bathroom.

He splashed a handful of cold water onto his face, then turned on the faucet.

The sound of rushing water gradually calmed his agitated breathing.

Yet just as he caught his breath, a scorching body pressed against his back. Slender arms wrapped tightly around him, and the sweet fragrance of the woman flooded his senses once more.

The scent alone made the heat he had just subdued flare up again in an instant.

“Lu Tingzhou, let me kiss you one more time. Just once.”

Her voice, sweet and seductive, sent shivers down his spine.

Clenching his jaw, Lu Tingzhou grabbed her mischievous hands, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t move.”

Scolded, Sang Wan bit her lip lightly, her tone tinged with grievance. “I… I’m hot…”

Looking into her large, dewy eyes, Lu Tingzhou took a deep breath and narrowed his gaze.

She had looked at him like this before, pitiful and pleading.

Lu Tingzhou didn’t move, nor did he push her away. Just as Sang Wan thought she might get her way and reached to unbutton his shirt, he bent down and scooped her up.

The next second, the man unhesitatingly tossed her into the bathtub.

Water splashed everywhere, soaking his own clothes as well.

His shirt clung to his body, outlining the defined muscles beneath.

Sang Wan was dazed. She looked up, her gaze slowly focusing on the face she found so pleasing.

Before she could speak, a spray of cold water from the showerhead drenched her, extinguishing most of the fire inside her and bringing her back to her senses.

“So cold!” Sang Wan shivered. “Lu Tingzhou, you-”

“Awake now?”

The man’s raspy voice was laced with restraint.

He casually straightened his clothes, his demeanor as composed and elegant as ever.

Sang Wan frowned. Even like this, he remained unmoved.

Lu Tingzhou looked down at her, his expression cool and detached once more.

“Miss Sang, I don’t like women with loose morals.”

The humiliating words, like the cold water still pouring over her, made Sang Wan grit her teeth.

She stared at him, the haze in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a flicker of hurt and shame.

Without another glance, Lu Tingzhou turned and left, dialing the hotel’s internal line. “Prepare a bowl of ginger soup.”

Sang Wan sat in the cold water, her heart filled with bitterness.

By the time the hotel manager arrived with the ginger soup, Lin Hao had brought Song Ze upstairs as well.

Lu Tingzhou signaled for them to wait while he went to the bedroom. Standing at the bathroom door, he saw Sang Wan asleep in the bathtub. After lifting her out, he grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped her in it.

Sang Wan woke the moment he picked her up. She thought to herself, Since he won’t touch me anyway and already looks down on me so much, I might as well pretend to stay asleep.

Otherwise, it’d be too humiliating.

Noticing her fluttering eyelashes, Lu Tingzhou frowned. Being wet like this could easily make her sick, so he set her down on her feet.

The sudden contact with the floor made Sang Wan instinctively open her eyes.

Lu Tingzhou grabbed another bathrobe and tossed it to her, his voice cold. “Change.”

Then he turned and walked out.

Sang Wan bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. This is so embarrassing.

She changed silently, her steps unsteady as if walking on cotton.

As she passed Lu Tingzhou, he suddenly scooped her up again.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, but he didn’t look at her, instead carrying her toward the bed.

Sang Wan stiffened instantly. She glanced up at him, his jaw was tense, his lips pressed into a thin line, his expression dark and terrifying.

“It’s… not my fault. You were the one who picked me up.”

“Then should I let go?”

As he spoke, Sang Wan felt his grip loosen. Panicking, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.

Lu Tingzhou took a quiet breath and swiftly placed her on the bed. Then he picked up the bowl of still-steaming ginger tea, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to her lips.

“Drink.”

His tone was commanding, leaving no room for refusal.

Sang Wan obediently opened her mouth. The spicy ginger tea slid down her throat, reigniting the heat in her body.

But the man who had just scorned her was now feeding her ginger tea? Sang Wan couldn’t make sense of it.

She mechanically finished the drink, staring blankly at Lu Tingzhou.

His deep-set eyes, sharp features, and flawless profile only intensified the heat inside her.

He won’t even let me kiss him, yet he keeps hovering around like this?

Lu Tingzhou set the bowl aside, glanced at the unmistakable flush on her face, and turned to stand by the window.

“Song Ze, come in.”

Song Ze glanced at Lu Tingzhou’s back, then smirked as he walked to the bedside.

Lin Hao had already briefed him on the situation, so he efficiently inserted an IV into Sang Wan’s arm.

Sang Wan kept her eyes tightly shut, brows furrowed. Song Ze didn’t call her out.

“You’ll feel uncomfortable for a while. The medicine won’t work immediately.”

Lu Tingzhou turned around, his usual aloofness restored. He gave a slight nod and followed Song Ze out of the room.

Once the door closed, Sang Wan cracked her eyes open, blinking back tears as she took in her surroundings.

Curled up on the bed, she recalled Lu Tingzhou’s near-humiliating words.

In the living room, Song Ze looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow. “You never fail to surprise me.”

Lu Tingzhou shot him a glance and lit a cigarette.

Among all his friends, only Song Ze knew about these matters.

By the time the IV was removed, Sang Wan had fallen into a deep sleep, not even stirring when the needle was pulled out.

After seeing Song Ze off, Lu Tingzhou crouched by the bed, studying her face up close.

Finally quiet. She can rest properly now.

He reached out, brushing aside the stray hairs on her forehead. Her sleeping face was peaceful, her skin fair and smooth, her dark lashes resting softly, making her look even more delicate.

His fingers, still lingering near her temple, unconsciously trailed to her cheek, his thumb lightly stroking…

…

The next morning.

When Sang Wan woke up, Lu Tingzhou was already gone.

The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stinging her eyes slightly.

Memories from last night flooded her mind like a tide: shame, embarrassment, and an inexplicable sense of loss.

She picked up her phone, hesitated for a long moment, but finally dialed Lin Hao’s number.

“Assistant Lin, this is Sang Wan. I… would like to meet with President Lu to thank him in person. I was wondering when might be convenient.”

Sang Wan truly did want to thank Lu Tingzhou. If not for him, the consequences last night would have been unthinkable.

No matter the reason, she owed him her gratitude.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line.