He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 99

“What’s all this noise? Do you think this is a cafeteria? What’s going on here?”

The voice was stern, carrying the authority of someone in power.

The bustling restaurant instantly fell silent.

Everyone froze, not daring to breathe too loudly, and quickly scattered in fear.

A sharp-faced middle-aged man in a tailored suit strode in with his assistant in tow.

It was Lu Tingzhou’s second brother, Lu Tingfeng.

His office was on a different floor from Lu Tingzhou’s, so he had no idea Sang Wan had come to the company.

Seeing her surrounded by a crowd in the middle of the room, he was genuinely surprised.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lu Tingzhou standing nearby, the warmth in his eyes not yet faded.

He couldn’t help but sneer. The usually decisive and indifferent third brother was now gazing at a woman with indulgence and affection, an expression he had never seen on Lu Tingzhou’s face before.

Even heroes falter before beauty. It seemed the unshakable third brother had a weakness after all.

This Sang Wan was his greatest vulnerability.

Sun Meixi’s suggestion might actually be worth trying.

Lu Tingfeng picked up his tray and walked straight over to Lu Tingzhou, sitting down across from him. His gaze flickered toward Sang Wan, who was now approaching them.

“Third Brother,” he began, his tone weighted with fraternal concern.

“No matter how much you like her, she’s just a woman.”

“Letting her cause such a commotion in the company cafeteria, what kind of image does that project? It’s a terrible influence.”

Lu Tingzhou leisurely speared a piece of broccoli with his fork, not even bothering to look up.

“Free publicity for the company, plus a boost in employee morale.”

He brought the broccoli to his lips, chewing with elegant composure.

“Second Brother, as vice president, can’t even do the math on that?”

Lu Tingfeng’s chest tightened at his dismissive tone.

Lu Tingzhou finally lifted his gaze, the warmth in his deep eyes replaced by cold scrutiny.

“Then again, I can’t blame you. You’ve always been bad with numbers, one failed project after another.”

Lu Tingfeng’s face instantly flushed an ugly shade of red.

Every word of their exchange reached Sang Wan’s ears.

Her smile remained unchanged, but her heart chilled.

She heard the hushed murmurs of nearby employees: “Vice President Lu is so strict, it’s terrifying.”

Vice President Lu.

Lu Tingzhou’s second brother.

She had initially thought that, as Lu Tingzhou’s girlfriend, she ought to greet him politely.

But remembering how often he had undermined Lu Tingzhou, that thought vanished entirely.

There was no need.

A faint smile playing on her lips, Sang Wan walked over in her high heels, step by step.

But this smile was nothing like the relaxed, cheerful one she’d worn while taking photos with the employees. Now, it was a perfectly practiced, professional curve.

She took a seat beside Lu Tingzhou, poised and graceful, as if completely oblivious to Lu Tingfeng’s dark expression. Picking up her chopsticks, she beamed sweetly.

“I’m just a somewhat famous woman, nothing extraordinary.”

Her voice was soft and honeyed.

“Having someone as remarkable as President Lu like me is an honor.”

Then, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes lifted slightly toward Lu Tingfeng, the sweetness in them replaced with disdain.

“If this gentleman here finds it distasteful, he’s welcome to eat somewhere else. After all, the one with the final say in Lu Corporation is my boyfriend.”

With that, she picked up a slice of braised beef from Lu Tingzhou’s plate and naturally brought it to his lips.

The gesture was intimate, her gaze defiant.

Lu Tingfeng gritted his teeth in anger but restrained himself for the sake of his pride.

Sang Wan glanced at him from the corner of her eye, her red lips parting as she spoke in an innocent yet cutting tone, “Big brother here seems to look down on women so much, do you not like women?”

“Or perhaps… is your wife a man?”

Snap.

A crisp sound rang out.

The chopsticks in Lu Tingfeng’s hand were slammed violently onto the table.

Every gaze in the dining hall turned toward them.

The amusement in Lu Tingzhou’s eyes deepened. His thin lips curved slightly before he deliberately took the slice of beef from Sang Wan’s chopsticks into his mouth right in front of Lu Tingfeng.

He raised his hand and gently ruffled the top of her head.

“Eat,” he murmured in a low, indulgent voice. “Don’t let irrelevant people ruin your mood.”

Their attitudes might as well have slapped him in the face.

But in the company, no matter how displeased he was, Lu Tingfeng didn’t dare confront Lu Tingzhou head-on.

The old patriarch’s warning still echoed in his ears, he couldn’t openly challenge the CEO’s authority in the slightest.

Lu Tingfeng glared daggers at Sang Wan, his eyes practically boring holes into her.

In the end, he abruptly stood up, his face livid, and stormed off.

Watching his retreating figure, Sang Wan finally looked away and muttered under her breath,

“Jerk.”

Lu Tingzhou gazed at her, the amusement in his eyes gradually settling into something deeper. “Don’t do that again.”

“Why?” Sang Wan looked up, puzzled.

“I can handle my own affairs. You don’t need to stand up for me.” Lu Tingzhou wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, his tone turning serious. “But you’re different.”

“You’re under the spotlight, every little thing you do gets magnified. Don’t clash with people like him for my sake. It’s not worth giving them ammunition against you.”

He looked at her intently. “Wanwan, you need to protect your reputation.”

He would rather stand in the storm himself than let her face even a whisper of criticism.

Sang Wan’s heart softened, warmed as if soaked in gentle water.

She knew that in Lu Tingzhou’s heart, she was one of a kind.

Her eyes curved playfully as she nodded. “Got it, President Lu.”

…

The afternoon passed in an oddly tranquil flow.

Lu Tingzhou moved from one annual division meeting to another, barely pausing for breath.

In the CEO’s office, the floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the room in the winter sun’s warmth.

Sang Wan didn’t disturb him, quietly curled up on the sofa in the reception area, sketching out the ideas in her mind stroke by stroke.

Sunlight spilled over her, casting a soft glow on her light beige cashmere sweater.

From time to time, Lu Tingzhou would glance at her: serene, focused, a picture of peaceful contentment.

The coffee table in the reception area was stylishly designed, but for someone working on it for long stretches, its height was far from ergonomic.

After finishing a detailed sketch, Sang Wan finally couldn’t take it anymore and slowly straightened up.

She set down her pen, rolling her stiff and sore neck with a soft sigh.

Then she shook out her slightly numb arm.

Just then, Lu Tingzhou, who had just wrapped up a video conference, noticed her subtle movements.

He caught the fleeting discomfort on her face.

And the slight furrow of her brows as she stretched her neck.

His gaze darkened slightly. Only now did he realize how uncomfortable the space he’d let her work in was.

Earlier, he’d been in meetings and hadn’t noticed when she finished her sketches. But now, it was clear, he’d been careless.

The man picked up the intercom phone on the desk and dialed a number.

“Send a comfortable office chair to my office.”

Five minutes later, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

Two colleagues from the executive office walked in, carrying an office chair.

“President Lu, please make do with this one for now. I’ll arrange the purchase of the same model as yours immediately.”

They carefully placed the chair in front of Lu Tingzhou.

Lu Tingzhou didn’t respond. Instead, he beckoned Sang Wan over. “Come try it.”

Sang Wan was puzzled. Why was he asking her to test his office chair?

Reading her confusion, Lu Tingzhou spoke directly, “Just sit here and draw. That sofa isn’t comfortable.”

His tone, because outsiders were present, carried an air of undeniable command.

But his eyes were so tender they could melt.

Sang Wan pressed her lips together lightly. This man was so good at this.

Always like this, subtly, quietly, expressing his affection for her in the smallest details.

Her heart felt as sweet as if she’d eaten honey.

With others present, she obediently walked over and nodded slightly to the two men. “Thank you for your trouble.”

She sat down to test the height, then smiled and said, “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re too kind, Miss Sang,” the lead man said with a slight bow before turning to Lu Tingzhou. “President Lu, if you need anything, just call. We’ll take our leave now.”

Watching the office door close, Sang Wan stood up but didn’t sit on the new chair. Instead, she walked over to his desk.

Leaning down, she braced her hands on his wide desk and tilted her head to look at him.

“President Lu,” she deliberately drew out her words, “are you trying to supervise me?”

Lu Tingzhou set down his pen, reclining leisurely in his chair as he watched her.

“Yes.”

He admitted it outright.

“So,” he reached out to her, his voice low and enticing, “come here. Let me supervise you more closely.”

Not daring to provoke him, Sang Wan turned and walked to the coffee table, picking up an orange to peel.

She returned to Lu Tingzhou’s side and held out a segment to his lips. “Behave, President Lu. Don’t always focus your thoughts where they shouldn’t be. Have an orange to distract yourself, otherwise, you’ll only suffer.”

Just as Lu Tingzhou reached to wrap an arm around her waist, she deftly dodged. “I still have drawings to finish. I won’t disturb you while you eat your orange.”

Watching her smug little expression, Lu Tingzhou frowned. “Having such a temptress by my side is my own fault.”

As if she hadn’t heard, Sang Wan swayed slightly in the comfortable office chair. “Mmm, it really is nice. I’m lucky to benefit from President Lu’s generosity.”

Lu Tingzhou’s lips curved as he took a segment of the orange. Tart and sweet, just like her.

At the wide desk, the two busied themselves with their own tasks, occasionally exchanging glances but never disturbing each other.

For three days straight, Lu Tingzhou and Sang Wan arrived and left work together, inseparable.

On Thursday, they entered the office as usual. Sang Wan obediently took her seat, looking at the nearly finished design draft with quiet excitement.

Working in the office was indeed efficient. She’d thought it would take until next week, but it seemed she might finish today.

“I can’t stay with you today. I have to meet a business partner later. I’ll have lunch sent up to you at noon.”

Lu Tingzhou didn’t want her to feel awkward going alone, nor did he want her running into Lu Tingfeng again.

“Alright. I’ll wait for you to come back.”

Lu Tingzhou had just kissed her when Lin Hao came knocking at the door. “President Lu, it’s time to leave.”

Seeing the impatient look on Lu Tingzhou’s face, Sang Wan pursed her lips. “Go ahead.”

After seeing Lu Tingzhou off, Sang Wan focused on sketching her designs.

By four in the afternoon, she had completed both of her series, “I Like You” and “Secret Crush”, each consisting of five meticulously crafted styles.

Pleased with her work, Sang Wan rested her head on the desk and drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

She was jolted awake by the vibration of her phone, only to find that it was already dark outside.

Seeing Lu Tingzhou’s name on the caller ID, she rubbed her eyes and answered in a soft, drowsy voice, “Hello? Why aren’t you back yet?”

“Come downstairs. I’m taking you out to eat.”

“Mhm.”

Sang Wan hummed in response, tidied up her sketches, grabbed her coat, and headed out.

Just then, a masked figure emerged from the corridor corner. Watching Sang Wan leave, they quietly slipped into Lu Tingzhou’s office.