He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 98

A sudden chill spread across her chest.

Large areas of skin were exposed to the cool air, sending tiny shivers down her spine.

It was this very chill that instantly cleared Sang Wan’s muddled consciousness.

The warmth that followed immediately after jolted her fully awake.

“Lu Tingzhou!”

She gasped, pressing her hands against his firm chest.

“Calm down, this is your office.”

The man paused, lifting his gaze. His eyes were so dark they seemed to drip with intensity.

His scorching breath fanned over her collarbone, sending tingling waves of sensitivity through her.

“No one can enter without my permission,” he rasped, his voice rough as if scraped by sandpaper.

As soon as the words left his lips, he lowered his head again.

Reason told him to stop, but he had missed her… missed her for days.

Yet the flicker of panic in Sang Wan’s eyes and the way she pushed against him with all her strength forced him to teeter on the edge of losing control.

In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to force her.

The fire in his eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by restraint, and finally settled into deep resignation.

He let out a heavy sigh, as if all the strength had drained from his body, and slumped against her.

His face buried deeply into the fragrant curve of her neck.

His warm breath mingled with the faint sound of clenched teeth.

“Sang Wan,” he muttered, his voice thick with frustration, “having you here is pure torture for me.”

Hearing his aggrieved and annoyed tone, Sang Wan’s tense body slowly relaxed.

A soft, aching tenderness welled up in her chest.

But for the sake of their baby, she had to be firm.

The thought of the usually composed and self-controlled Lu Tingzhou frequently losing his restraint lately, only to be mercilessly rejected by her, made her stifle a quiet laugh.

“Get up already,” she said, gently patting his broad back as if soothing a child throwing a tantrum over candy.

“What if someone sees you? Do you really want to ruin the decisive, formidable image of President Lu?”

But Lu Tingzhou remained motionless, clinging to her like a petulant child.

After a long pause, a hoarse plea escaped from where his face was still pressed against her neck.

“Let me hold you a little longer, just until I calm down.”

His voice was low and rough, thick with suppressed desire, sending a shiver down Sang Wan’s spine.

This man was truly a demon.

Outwardly cold and indifferent, yet in private, he could drive her to the brink of madness.

Her heart ached for him, and her touch grew even gentler, patiently soothing the tension in his rigid back.

The room was silent, filled only with the sound of their breathing and heartbeats.

After what felt like an eternity, Lu Tingzhou exhaled deeply, laced with resignation.

His magnetic voice broke the quiet.

“I don’t want motherly affection.”

Sang Wan’s hand, mid-pat, froze in the air.

She blinked, then bit her lower lip, struggling to hold back a laugh.

But her beautiful peach-blossom eyes had already curved into crescents.

Suppressing her amusement, she resumed patting him, this time with a little more force.

“And I don’t want to suddenly gain a grown-up son out of nowhere.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Sang Wan felt a tightening around her waist.

The man who had been playing dead suddenly “revived.”

Lu Tingzhou jerked his head up, glaring at her through gritted teeth.

“You really are asking for it.”

His mischievous hand found the spot on her waist where she was most ticklish, kneading with just the right pressure.

The calloused pads of his fingers sent electric currents through her with every touch, leaving Sang Wan trembling with an indescribable, tingling sensation.

Still tingling with unbearable itchiness.

“Ah… Lu Tingzhou… stop…”

Sang Wan instantly surrendered, laughing and squirming in his arms as she tried to escape.

“I was wrong… I admit I was wrong, alright…”

Tears of laughter welled up in the corners of her eyes.

“Wrong?”

The man chuckled deeply, his voice mesmerizing.

“Where exactly were you wrong?”

Instead of stopping, he intensified his teasing.

Sang Wan kept pleading for mercy, her voice soft and delicate like a feather tickling his heart.

“Stop… stop fooling around… it tickles…”

“Lu Tingzhou… hubby, I was wrong…”

That sweet, coquettish “hubby” was like a powerful sedative, instantly calming all the restless urges within Lu Tingzhou.

Yet it also acted like a spark thrown into boiling oil, igniting the desire in his eyes into a dazzling firework display.

He immediately stopped his mischievous hands.

Breathing heavily, the stormy darkness in his eyes gradually settled, leaving only thick, overwhelming affection.

Looking down at the woman beneath him, tear-streaked, flushed, and thoroughly teased, his Adam’s apple bobbed heavily.

Utterly satisfied.

“Darling, you’ll always be mine.”

Sang Wan pecked his cheek lightly. “You too… stay away from wildflowers.”

Lu Tingzhou rubbed her earlobe, took a deep breath, and slowly straightened up. The intimidating aura around him faded away.

His expensive tailored suit was smoothed out meticulously, every crease attended to.

In an instant, he transformed back into the dignified, unapproachable CEO of the Lu Corporation.

As if the man who had lost control moments earlier had never existed.

After composing himself, he leaned down again and extended a hand to Sang Wan.

His well-defined fingers gently tidied her disheveled hair.

Then, trailing downward, he carefully adjusted her loosened V-neck, covering the mesmerizing glimpse of skin that had been revealed.

His movements were tender, almost reverent in their care.

Sang Wan lay there, watching him.

Watching this man who had seemed ready to devour her whole just moments ago, now impeccably dressed and gazing at her with gentle eyes.

Pressing her lips together, she smiled silently.

Her eyes shimmered with a flirtatious glow.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

That’s exactly what he was.

“Rest here for a while,” Lu Tingzhou said softly, his voice still husky with lingering desire.

With that, he turned and walked back behind the expansive desk.

On Sang Wan’s side, the air still carried traces of their intimate moment.

On his side, the tense, busy rhythm of work had already resumed.

The scratch of a pen across documents, the crisp taps of keyboard keys, they rose and fell in succession.

Sang Wan lay on her side on the sofa, propping her head up with her hand, lost in thought.

Maybe the children had come too soon. Perhaps they should have spent more time as just the two of them, making up for the three years they had lost.

Suddenly realizing what she was thinking, she lightly smacked her own forehead.

How could she think that? Their two little ones would be heartbroken if they knew.

…

As noon approached, Lu Tingzhou finally set aside his work.

“Hungry? Let’s go eat.”

He walked over to the sofa and held out his hand to her.

Sang Wan gathered her design drafts, placed her hand in his palm, and let him pull her up.

The Lu Corporation’s employee cafeteria.

It was Sang Wan’s first time accompanying Lu Tingzhou here, and she felt a little shy.

“Isn’t this too high-profile?”

“We’ve already announced it on Weibo. How is this high-profile?”

Lu Tingzhou paid no mind to the attention and confidently led her into the restaurant.

The moment the two of them walked in, they instantly became the center of attention.

Countless gazes, filled with curiosity, surprise, and envy, all turned toward them.

Especially the young female employees, their eyes practically lit up.

They wanted to approach but didn’t dare.

Instead, they huddled together in small groups nearby, covering their mouths to stifle excited giggles while secretly snapping photos of Sang Wan with their phones.

Their hesitant, starstruck demeanor was just like that of fans who longed to get close to their idol but were too intimidated by the “bodyguard” standing beside them.

Sang Wan found them amusing and couldn’t help but smile.

She tilted her head slightly and whispered to the cold, imposing man beside her, “Lu Tingzhou, do you always have to be so stern?”

“Look at how scared these adorable girls are because of you.”

Lu Tingzhou continued selecting his food without even glancing around. Hearing her words, he gave her a faint sidelong look.

“If I’m not stern enough, what if another persistent person like you comes barging in?”

Sang Wan: “…”

Why bring up old wounds?

Was her past of actively pursuing him, her so-called “dark history”, never going to be forgotten?

Feigning anger, she sat down across from him, puffing out her cheeks, her peach-blossom eyes burning with tiny flames.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Do you think I was too forward for chasing you? That I lacked restraint?”

“Lu Tingzhou, if you’re tired of me and want to replace me, you can just say it outright.”

Watching the little wildcat bristle instantly, a flicker of amusement flashed deep in Lu Tingzhou’s eyes.

He set down his tray, reached out, and ruffled her hair, now puffed up in irritation, in a soothing gesture.

But his words carried a hint of playful roguishness.

“One trip on a pirate ship is enough.”

His voice was low, meant only for her ears.

“And besides…”

He paused, leaning closer until his warm breath brushed her ear.

“Your pirate ship is quite comfortable.”

Sang Wan’s face burned red in an instant.

What was wrong with him? Even in public, he was starting to act shameless.

Flustered and annoyed, she reached out and pinched his firm arm hard.

“Tsk.”

Lu Tingzhou stiffened, his brows furrowing sharply, but he didn’t make a sound.

Only his dark eyes, fixed on her, grew deeper, more intense.

As if silently promising: We’ll settle this tonight.

Their playful, flirtatious exchange didn’t go unnoticed by the group of young women nearby.

Finally, one of them gathered the courage to start recording a video on her phone.

Having vented her frustration, Sang Wan’s anger dissipated.

Since she was here, it would be rude not to greet them.

She walked over to the group with a sweet, approachable smile.

“Hello there!”

“It’s really her, Sang Wan! Oh my god, she’s talking to us!”

The girls erupted in excitement.

“Wanwan, my Wanwan!” one of them squealed.

Her friend nudged her and teased, “She’s President Lu’s Wanwan. Do you want to get fired for trying to steal her?”

The moment she said it, everyone burst into laughter.

Sang Wan cheerfully greeted them, signing autographs and taking photos, a full fan-service package.

Under her influence, the atmosphere in the restaurant quickly became lively.

Lu Tingzhou sat to the side, watching as she was surrounded by the crowd, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He didn’t join her, simply observing.

Watching her shine effortlessly among the crowd, radiant and at ease.

In his eyes was a tenderness even he hadn’t noticed.

His Wanwan had grown up, her radiant beauty undiminished, now enhanced with an air of poise and maturity.

Just then.

An untimely voice, brimming with anger, suddenly rang out.