He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 95

The shrill voice echoed through the empty villa, sounding both ridiculous and feeble.

Xu Shiming had been abandoned by his daughter without hesitation, and his last shred of reliance crumbled. His legs trembled like a sieve.

“You… don’t come any closer…”

He stared at the cold, glinting shard of porcelain in Sang Wan’s hand, his voice quivering so badly he could barely form words. “Don’t… don’t…”

“Wanwan, after all, we’ve been father and daughter for over twenty years.”

A cold smirk curled at the corner of Sang Wan’s lips.

“How dare you bring up those twenty years?”

She ignored Xu Mingyue, who had fled upstairs, that was nothing more than a clownish distraction.

Her target, from beginning to end, had only ever been one person.

Holding a hammer in one hand and a porcelain shard in the other, she advanced step by step toward Xu Shiming.

The heavy hammer was casually pressed against the top of Xu Shiming’s head.

The sudden weight made all the blood in his body freeze in an instant.

He didn’t dare move, as if paralyzed, rigid with fear.

The porcelain shard in Sang Wan’s other hand slowly pressed against his chest.

The sharp edge, separated only by the thin fabric of his shirt, dug into his skin.

“Grandfather trusted you so much back then, believed in you. And this is how you repaid him.”

Her voice was soft, almost devoid of emotion, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness, as if from the depths of hell.

“You were the one he trusted most. He treated you like a son, and you wanted his life.”

With every word, the pressure in her hand increased.

“Tsk!”

The fabric tore, and the sharp edge of the porcelain pierced his skin, sending a sharp sting through him.

Xu Shiming gasped in pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

“Is this how you repaid him?”

Sang Wan’s eyes bore into him, as if trying to see straight through him, as she questioned him again.

“Using sleeping pills and antidepressants to turn him into a withered, broken man.”

“Xu Shiming, where is your heart?”

The shard pressed deeper.

Crimson blood began to seep from the wound, staining his white shirt.

“I…”

Xu Shiming wanted to defend himself, but no words came out. He was terrified.

“Today, I’m going to cut you open and see if your heart is truly black!”

Madness, the kind that would burn everything to ashes, flickered in Sang Wan’s eyes.

Just as she was about to exert more force, a warm, dry hand reached out from the side, firmly grasping her wrist, the one holding the porcelain shard.

The hand was strong, its grip unyielding.

“Wanwan, calm down.”

Lu Tingzhou’s voice was deep and steady, like an anchor suddenly dropped into the chaos.

Sang Wan stiffened, turning her head almost instinctively.

When she met Lu Tingzhou’s sharply defined face and those eyes filled with worry and heartache, the tension in her nerves eased slightly.

But then, an even fiercer wave of resentment and grief surged over her.

“Let go of me!”

She struggled violently, trying to shake off his grip.

“I just want to see what color his heart is! Grandfather treated him so well, how could he do it?”

Her voice, once cold and emotionless, now cracked with tears, a vulnerability she only ever showed in front of him.

Lu Tingzhou didn’t release her. Instead, he pulled her closer, his other hand swiftly taking the heavy hammer from her and tossing it aside. It hit the ground with a dull thud.

“For someone like this, are you willing to throw yourself away?”

His voice was quiet, even carrying his characteristic gentleness. “His case will be decided by the police. If he really did it, he won’t escape.”

“It was him!” Sang Wan’s emotions flared, tears finally spilling uncontrollably. “No one else could have done it but him.”

Xu Shiming, seeing the shard of porcelain in Sang Wan’s hand held an inch away from him by Lu Tingzhou’s restraint, felt a desperate urge to survive. He scrambled backward, finally collapsing onto the floor with a thud, utterly humiliated.

Lu Tingzhou didn’t spare another glance at the pathetic figure.

He pulled Sang Wan entirely into his embrace, letting her tear-streaked face bury into his chest.

Gently, he patted her trembling back, soothing her in a low voice, “Leave it to the police. They’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Lu Tingzhou’s voice was so tender it could melt water.

Yet when his gaze swept over Sang Wan’s head and landed on Xu Shiming, who was shaking like a leaf on the ground, those deep eyes brewed a storm even fiercer and colder than the one Sang Wan had just unleashed.

It was a hatred so intense it could devour him alive.

…

In the car on the way back.

The atmosphere inside was oppressively heavy.

Sang Wan curled up beside Lu Tingzhou, as if all her strength had been drained, her body limp and weak.

The earlier hysterical outburst had exhausted her completely.

Lu Tingzhou held her and dialed Lin Hao’s number.

“Send Mr. Sang’s drug test report and all transaction records between Xu Shiming and Liu Zhiqiang to the city bureau immediately.”

His voice had returned to its usual calm indifference, devoid of any emotion.

After hanging up, the car fell silent again.

Lu Tingzhou leaned in, tightening his arms around her.

He didn’t speak, only held Sang Wan close.

Her hands were still clenched tightly, nails digging deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks of blood.

Lu Tingzhou frowned and took her hands in his.

With a tenderness bordering on reverence, he slowly uncurled her fingers, one by one.

The bloody marks on her palms stabbed at his heart.

He interlaced his fingers with hers, holding her hand firmly, letting her lean against him more securely.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, his warm breath brushing her ear. “The truth will come out.”

“If it’s really him, he won’t escape the punishment he deserves.”

His voice was like a balm, gradually soothing the wild hatred in Sang Wan’s heart.

As if all her strength had left her, she collapsed against him, defenses completely dropped.

Lu Tingzhou kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent, a pang of fear striking him.

If he had arrived just a moment later, and she had really hurt Xu Shiming, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

When the car stopped, Sang Wan didn’t move.

She wrapped her arms around Lu Tingzhou’s waist, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her voice soft as cotton, thick with emotion.

“Lu Tingzhou, I can’t walk.”

“Carry me.”

Lu Tingzhou’s heart melted instantly, aching for her.

He could imagine the state of mind she must have been in when she raised that shard against Xu Shiming.

He lowered his head but didn’t move immediately, only brushing the bridge of his nose lightly against hers.

Then, a gentle and restrained kiss pressed against her slightly cool lips.

A fleeting taste, meant to soothe.

“Alright, I’ll carry you home.”

He opened the car door, bent down, effortlessly scooped her up into his arms, and walked steadily toward home.

In the living room.

Lu Tingzhou held a bowl of warm lean meat porridge, sitting on the carpet beside the sofa, patiently coaxing Sang Wan.

“Be good, eat a little.”

“How will you have any strength if you don’t eat?”

Sang Wan had no appetite, her stomach felt hollow yet clogged with a heavy weight.

But seeing the worry in the man’s eyes and thinking of the baby in her belly, she forced herself to open her mouth.

She needed strength. She couldn’t collapse.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls…

The porridge was fragrant and warm.

Yet when it touched her tongue, she couldn’t taste a thing.

Just as she finished half the bowl, Lu Tingzhou’s phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.

The screen flashed with the name “Lin Hao.”

Lu Tingzhou curved his lips, placing the bowl in Sang Wan’s hands. “Eat properly.”

He lowered his gaze and answered the call. Lin Hao’s urgent voice came through.

“President Lu.”

Lu Tingzhou had a vague premonition and spoke solemnly, “Go on.”

“We just received word from the police… Liu Zhiqiang, he…”

Lin Hao’s voice faltered, as if carefully choosing his words, or perhaps afraid to continue.

Lu Tingzhou frowned slightly. “What about him?”

“He died in custody. Committed suicide out of guilt.”

Clink.

A crisp sound.

The spoon in Sang Wan’s hand dropped into the bowl.

Her entire body stiffened instantly.

Suicide?

Liu Zhiqiang… killed himself?

The only direct witness who could implicate Xu Shiming, gone just like that?

What kind of promise had Xu Shiming given him?

Something so compelling he’d rather die than betray him?

Sang Wan’s heart sank, bit by bit, plunging into an abyss with no bottom.

The faint glimmer of hope she had just begun to nurture was instantly doused by a bucket of ice water.

She couldn’t eat another bite.

A bone-chilling cold rose from her feet, spreading rapidly through her limbs.

The hatred that Lu Tingzhou had just soothed now surged back, fiercer and colder than before, reclaiming her mind.

Good. Just perfect.

Xu Shiming, did you think that with no witness left, you could rest easy?

Sang Wan slowly raised her head. In her beautiful peach-blossom eyes swirled a darkness too thick to dissolve, pure, unadulterated hatred.

Lu Tingzhou set down his phone, took the bowl from her hands, placed it on the table, and pulled her into his arms.

“Uncle Liu’s death will only add to his sins.”

Sang Wan remained silent, her mind already calculating another plan. If there were no witnesses left, then she’d play the long game with him.

Seeing her silence, Lu Tingzhou patiently reassured her, “I’ve asked Song Ze to arrange for the country’s top neurology specialist. Next Wednesday, they’ll conduct a full consultation for your grandfather. There’s a chance he might gradually regain consciousness.”

At the mention of her grandfather, Sang Wan’s emotions slowly steadied. If only he could wake up, how wonderful it would be for him to see her with a loving partner and a baby on the way. He’d be so happy.

“Lu Tingzhou, thank you.”

The man being thanked pressed his lips into a faint smile. “Since when do you stand on ceremony with me? By the way, the company has a team-building event next week. Want to go and take your mind off things?”

“When next week?”

Her studio would be ready by next week, but she still had two design collections left to complete. With her upcoming trip, she wasn’t sure she could finish them in time.

Moreover, she had several brand endorsement events scheduled for early next month, leaving her no time to work on the drafts.

“Next Friday, just come with me, okay?”

Lu Tingzhou gazed at her, his deep eyes holding no one else but her.

Sang Wan leaned against his solid chest, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat. The desolation in her heart seemed to thaw ever so slightly.

“Next Friday…”

She murmured softly, mentally calculating her schedule.

Meeting his hopeful eyes, Sang Wan’s peach-blossom gaze, still glistening from tears, now shone clear and resolute.

“I can do that.”

“But it looks like I’ll have to work as hard as you. No more sleeping in.”

There was a hint of unconscious coquetry in her words.

Lu Tingzhou chuckled low, the vibration of his chest transmitting through the thin fabric of his shirt to her cheek, sending a tingling warmth through her.

He loved seeing her like this, reinvigorated, determined.

“Little fox, you don’t have to push yourself so hard. Everything I have is yours, and what’s yours remains yours.”

He tapped the tip of her delicate nose playfully.

Sang Wan blinked. “Oh, right. I guess I’m actually filthy rich, so much money I could never spend it all in this lifetime.”

“So, sleep in as much as you want.”

Lu Tingzhou pressed a doting kiss to her earlobe, his lips trailing downward with unmistakable intent.

Mindful of the baby, Sang Wan stopped him, pressing a hand against his lips.

“Then I’d just turn into a complete slacker.”

She tilted her head to look at him, a flicker of worry in her eyes. “But once you’re gone, I’ll probably sleep till ten again.”

Lu Tingzhou arched a brow, instantly grasping her implication.

The amusement in his eyes deepened, sweet as melted honey.

“Should I wake you up every morning, then?”

That was exactly what Sang Wan wanted to hear. She nodded eagerly, like a little fox who’d gotten her way.

Lu Tingzhou’s heart melted at the sight, equal parts tender and amused.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her ear, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive shell.

“Actually… there’s an even better way.”