He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 91

When Song Ze walked in with medicine and a thin cashmere blanket, Lu Tingzhou had already shifted his position, half-reclining on the sofa, yet his gaze never once strayed from the figure on the hospital bed.

His eyes were filled with an unfathomable depth of heartache.

“Take your medicine,” Song Ze handed over the glass of water and pills, his tone unreadable.

Shen Yubai took the water and patted Lu Tingzhou’s shoulder. “She’s not going anywhere. Take the medicine first.”

With that, he gave him a meaningful look.

Lu Tingzhou glanced at him, took the water, then accepted the pills from Song Ze and swallowed them without a word.

Song Ze spoke up promptly, “After taking the medicine, you should sleep for a while. You’ll be fine.”

Shen Yubai looked at Su Mo and gave her a pointed look.

Su Mo couldn’t possibly miss the hint. Seeing one of them sick and the other injured, she felt a pang of discomfort.

She glanced at Sang Wan’s tightly shut eyes and pale face, then shot a glare at Shen Yubai, who was putting on an act. In the end, she said nothing and simply pulled Qi Qi out of the room.

Once the two women left, Shen Yubai and Song Ze followed, gently closing the door behind them.

The ward instantly fell into silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Sang Wan wasn’t asleep.

Her hospital bed had been raised considerably, and now she opened her eyes to meet Lu Tingzhou’s gaze.

She couldn’t stand the drowning intensity in his eyes.

“Lie down properly.”

Her voice was hoarse from illness, sounding cold and sharp.

“I just wanted you to go back first so I could have some peace. But no, you had to go and learn a woman’s desperate tactics.”

“Don’t think lying here looking all weak and pitiful will win my sympathy.”

Lu Tingzhou stiffened, his pupils trembling violently.

He obediently lay down, the thin blanket covering his body but failing to mask the turmoil in his eyes.

A long silence passed.

“Wanwan…”

His voice was rough, as if scraped by sandpaper.

“I’m sorry.”

Two words, laden with endless sobs and fragility, softly yet heavily struck Sang Wan’s heart.

Her chest tightened violently.

Lu Tingzhou, always composed and in control, had never spoken in such a pleading tone before.

“I know. I don’t blame you. Just go to sleep.”

Lu Tingzhou knew she wouldn’t blame him. He was afraid she couldn’t bear it, afraid she’d think about the child.

From the looks of it, she didn’t know they had once had a child.

Perhaps it was better she didn’t, it would spare her the pain.

Lu Tingzhou simply watched her quietly, for a long, long time, until the potent effects of Song Ze’s medicine overwhelmed him, and his heavy eyelids finally succumbed to sleep.

Listening to his deep, steady breaths, Sang Wan’s heart ached unbearably.

Over the years, she had lost a part of her memories, but Lu Tingzhou had truly shouldered everything alone.

She had moved on from her mother’s death and started a new life, but he…

He had suffered more than she had.

…

In Song Ze’s office.

Shen Yubai sat with his legs crossed, grinning smugly. “So? Tingzhou’s ‘play the victim’ tactic, masterful, isn’t it?”

He winked at Song Ze. “You know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures!”

“Ugh!” Su Mo rolled her eyes and didn’t hold back. “Was this your stupid idea? A blockhead like Lu Tingzhou could never come up with this on his own!”

“Unjust!” Shen Yubai immediately sat up straight, raising three fingers in a gesture of swearing, “By heaven and earth, it was he who sent me a message asking for my help, begging me to come and cooperate with him in this act!”

He paused for a moment and added, “He said he was scared, scared that Sang Wan wouldn’t want him, and even more scared that Sang Wan would be upset.”

Su Mo’s anger faltered, and a hint of bitterness rose in her heart.

Song Ze leaned against the office desk, leisurely sipping his tea, lightly putting an end to the argument.

“It is indeed a bit of a fever, but not reaching 38 degrees.”

He raised his eyes, a hint of amusement flickering behind his glasses.

“However, it’s not as serious as he makes it out to be.”

…

Lu Tingzhou had slept very soundly, and when he woke up, the sky outside had turned from bright to dark.

The fever had subsided, and the heaviness in his mind had also dissipated, leaving him feeling much refreshed.

Lin Hao had come at some point; there was a clean paper bag on the low table beside the sofa.

He got up and quietly walked into the bathroom.

When he came out, he looked completely renewed. His chin was clean-shaven, and he had changed into soft, dark loungewear. Except for his still somewhat pale complexion, the cool and noble Lu Tingzhou had returned.

However, those deep-set eyes now held only one person.

Sang Wan had also woken up at some point, leaning against the headboard, holding a book in her hands, but she was clearly distracted.

Lu Tingzhou said nothing; he simply walked over, picked up an apple, and carefully peeled it with a small knife.

His movements were slow and focused, peeling in circles, the skin coming off smoothly and evenly, without a single break.

Once peeled, he cut the apple into small pieces and brought a piece to Sang Wan’s lips with a toothpick.

Sang Wan obediently opened her mouth and ate it, her gaze slowly moving from his bony hand to his focused and gentle face.

All these years, he had silently watched over her from a place she couldn’t see.

“Lu Tingzhou, are you stupid?”

Lu Tingzhou pressed his lips together, “Eat more.”

There weren’t many words exchanged between them, but their eyes were filled with heat.

Lin Hao came in carrying a nutritional meal, and when he set it down and was about to leave, he hesitated and glanced at Lu Tingzhou.

Years of tacit understanding made Lu Tingzhou aware that something was up, likely related to Sang Wan, so he gestured for him to go out first.

“You rest for a bit; I’ll discuss some company matters with Lin Hao.”

Sang Wan softly responded with an “mm,” knowing he was busy, having woken up from a fever and still taking several phone calls.

Lu Tingzhou rubbed her head and then stepped out.

Lin Hao saw him come out and handed over his phone.

“I had someone handle it after discovering it yesterday, but someone is still spreading it online.”

The photo on the phone was of Sang Wan, her eyes tightly closed, the buttons on her shirt undone, revealing glimpses of her black lingerie, but the fullness was enough to excite any man.

“Delete it.”

Lin Hao knew he shouldn’t have saved the photo, but wasn’t this for reporting the situation?

Seeing Lu Tingzhou’s dark expression, he hurriedly took back the phone and deleted the photo.

“President Lu, this photo was clearly taken after Madam fainted yesterday.”

“Any news from Liu Zhiqiang?” Lu Tingzhou clenched his fists, the pressure around him dropping sharply.

“He insists it was his doing; his son is in debt from gambling and wants to use the old man to blackmail Miss Sang.”

It was clearly suspicious, but unfortunately, there were no surveillance cameras in that area, just a less-traveled small road.

“Continue investigating, check the driver involved in the accident, and Liu Zhiqiang as well.”

“Rest assured, I will arrange it.”

After Lin Hao left, Lu Tingzhou took a moment to compose himself before pushing open the door and entering the hospital room.

“Still feeling dizzy?”

He sat down beside Sang Wan, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

Sang Wan stiffened but didn’t pull away.

Lu Tingzhou noticed, his heart softening. Tentatively, he reached out and gently drew her into his arms.

Her body was so soft, so fragile, that he felt if he loosened his grip even slightly, she might slip away.

No one knew how he had felt when he heard about Sang Wan’s car accident. No one understood his deep-seated fear of such tragedies.

Resting his chin atop her forehead, his voice was rough with emotion. “Are you in a lot of pain?”

Sang Wan’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around the thin blanket, but in the end, she didn’t push him away.

Her injuries weren’t severe. If she hadn’t been distracted trying to protect her stomach, she probably wouldn’t have hit her head.

“It’s alright. Not too bad anymore.”

He pressed his chin lightly against the crown of her head, his voice low and hoarse, trembling with the relief of having her back.

“Wanwan…”

“Don’t push me away again.”

His embrace was warm and solid, radiating the sense of security Sang Wan had once cherished.

There was a time when she loved curling up in his arms like a spoiled, insatiable cat.

If not for her memory loss, who knew how things might have been between them?

But she knew one thing, she could never let him go.

She had known about the accident investigation report all along, but she had been too consumed by grief over her mother’s death to spare him a thought.

She hadn’t even known he had been unconscious in a hospital bed for a week.

“It’s all in the past now.”

Sang Wan leaned further into his embrace, responding to his tenderness.

It really was all in the past. Her mother’s death had been an accident, and he had been a victim too.

Besides, they had their baby now.

“How’s my grandfather?”

Last night, Qi Qi had mentioned that Lu Tingzhou had transferred her grandfather to a different care facility. Though she felt somewhat reassured, she worried he might struggle without Uncle Liu around.

“Don’t worry. I’ve arranged for an experienced caregiver. The old man has been calm.”

As he spoke, he video-called the caregiver, who answered promptly.

“President Lu.”

“Uncle Qi, how’s the old man doing?”

“He was a bit restless last night, but he’s much better today. He’s asleep now.”

The caregiver turned the camera toward Sang Wan’s grandfather.

Seeing her grandfather resting peacefully on the screen, Sang Wan’s eyes reddened.

Lu Tingzhou reached out and stroked her hair. “Thank you, Uncle Qi.”

“Don’t worry. The old man will be fine.”

Sang Wan sniffled and spoke up. “Uncle Qi, could you stop all of my grandfather’s current medications and keep them safe? Have the doctor prescribe new ones.”

The caregiver, clearly surprised to hear a woman’s voice, paused briefly before quickly agreeing. “Of course. I’ll collect them right away and have the doctor issue new prescriptions tomorrow morning.”

After hanging up, Sang Wan slowly relaxed her tense body, burying her face in his warm chest, greedily soaking in the sense of safety she had missed so much.

“You suspect there’s something wrong with your grandfather’s medication?”

Hearing her instructions, Lu Tingzhou’s first thought was that Sang Wan knew something.

“I have my suspicions, but I’m not sure. Tomorrow, have all the medication sent for testing.”

Lu Tingzhou tightened his arms around her. “From now on, don’t carry your burdens alone. You have to tell me.”

Sang Wan looked up, meeting his gaze.

One pair of eyes held restrained heartache, the other shimmered with unshed tears.

Outside, the night was gentle. Inside, the soft glow of the lights wrapped around them like a tender embrace.

Two figures clung tightly to each other, as if trying to slowly fill all the lost years between them with warmth and the rhythm of their heartbeats.

Sang Wan stayed in the hospital for three days, and Lu Tingzhou never left her side.

By the time they returned home, Sang Wan teased him, “President Lu, are you trying to go on strike?”

Lu Tingzhou pretended not to hear, holding a bowl of chicken soup to her lips. “Be good, drink this. It’s been simmering for hours.”

The moment the rich aroma of meat hit her, Sang Wan’s stomach churned. She covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom.