Chapter Twelve: The Filth Beneath the Table!!!

“Wife, I…” Fei Jing was eager to explain.

Lu Tian, however, remained unfazed, merely exchanging a knowing glance with the waiter before calmly placing her order.

Under the table, a brief silence settled.

Soon after, her phone vibrated unexpectedly.

It was the same unknown number, dripping with malice!

— [Sister Tian Tian, guess where I am right now?]

— [Oh dear, what to do? Our husband loves me so much, he can’t stand to be apart from me even for a second.]

The dining table suddenly shook several times.

Fei Jing’s forced calm cracked, revealing a barely concealed fury, yet beneath it all, the thrill of his secret indulgence gleamed unmistakably.

The waiter arrived with a Bubble Mary authorized collaboration cake.

A professional band of over ten musicians began playing the cartoon tunes Nan Nan once loved in life.

Lu Tian watched and listened quietly.

On their daughter’s death anniversary, with his registered wife before him, Fei Jing’s excitement reached its peak.

Ridiculously, he believed he had concealed everything so well that no one would detect even the slightest hint.

“Wife, let’s cut the cake together for Nan Nan,” he said.

Beneath the tablecloth, Fei Jing swiftly fastened his belt.

Is it that, no matter how chaste and indifferent a man claims to be, deep within his soul, he harbors a fondness for such immoral and sordid pleasures?

Lu Tian was drawn into his embrace.

The couple, entwined in affectionate tenderness, placed their hands together and gripped the cake knife tightly.

Onlookers sighed in envy, “Wow, maybe the rumors aren’t all false after all. Mr. Fei truly loves Mrs. Fei so dearly.”

“Exactly! Just a glance, a single gesture… my goodness, I’m starting to believe in love again.”

But the “happy and sweet” heroine, Lu Tian, was disgusted to the point of goosebumps crawling over her skin.

Every inch of skin Fei Jing touched burned with unbearable physiological revulsion.

Ugh!

Unable to hold back, she vomited directly onto the man’s expensive suit.

Silence fell like a shroud.

Everyone knew that when Mr. Fei lost his temper, the entire Jinggang City trembled in response — no exaggeration.

But—

“Why did you throw up again? Is it that old problem acting up? Are you stupid? If you feel unwell, why didn’t you say so?” Fei Jing pressed Lu Tian, whose head swam dizzily, back into her chair, half-kneeling.

His anxiety was so intense it was almost tearful.

A cellist gaped in disbelief, “My god, is this really the legendary cold and heartless chairman of Fei Corporation whom some suspect to be an AI robot? Look at him—he’s practically breaking apart with worry.”

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“Wuwu, true love, how touching!”

Laughter and teasing rippled through the crowd.

Yet, from Lu Tian’s perspective, a pale little hand was stealthily reaching out from beneath the table, provocatively igniting sparks on the man’s body.

Her phone screen lit up with a new unread message.

— [Sister Tian Tian, do you think he’ll personally take you to the hospital?]

— [So excited~]

Fei Jing’s previously shattered expression quietly shifted to a flush of warmth.

Lu Tian clenched her fists so tightly her nails drew blood, the pain serving as a bitter salvation.

An ambulance pulled into Universal Studios.

Her voice hoarse and feeble, she whispered each word, “Will you go to the hospital with me?”

The small hand beneath the table gripped harder.

Fei Jing’s eyes darkened, burning with passion.

The man shook his head apologetically, “I’ll change first. I’m afraid the smell might make you uncomfortable.”

Still an impeccable excuse!

Lu Tian pulled a stack of documents from her bag and handed them over. “You didn’t have time to sign last time at the amusement park. Sign these for Nan Nan’s charity. I don’t want to keep delaying.”

“Okay.”

Fei Jing was clearly impatient.

He didn’t even glance at a single word, quickly signing his name.

The ambulance departed.

As it exited Universal Studios, Lu Tian paid the fare and left alone.

“Hello, Lawyer Wang? I’ve scanned and sent you the signed share confirmation from Fei Jing,” she said.

“Miss Lu, you’re amazing—if you can fool Mr. Fei, that’s impressive,” Wang was stunned.

Lu Tian cut straight to the point, “What’s the next step?”

“Currently, your shares are still under your personal name. Once divorced, all marital assets must be divided. So, you need to transfer them.”

“For example?”

Ten minutes later, Lu Tian received a business proposal for a nominee company in her email.

In short, she needed a trusted person to act as the company’s legal representative, then use free market trading rights to shuffle and transfer shares of Fei Corporation.

“I’ll need half a month. Wait for my update,” she replied to Wang, about to hail a cab.

Suddenly, her phone inexplicably connected to the park’s internal network.

A live video from the restaurant began playing automatically.

Fei Jing held Lu Youyou, smearing the cream cake prepared for Nan Nan onto the girl’s body.

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Then, like a king reigning supreme, he crossed his legs, sat back in his chair, and commanded coldly, “If you want it so badly, come and get it yourself.”

Murmurs of pleasure, both sickening and wild, pierced the air.

Lu Youyou panted coquettishly, “Husband, do you like me more in bed?”

“Sister Tian Tian is too rigid; she really can’t compare to you.”

Otherwise, why would he bother keeping a toy for himself?

Moreover, as Mrs. Fei, Lu Tian was cherished and loved beyond measure—how could he let her suffer in matters of intimacy?

But men, especially businessmen, faced treacherous and volatile markets daily. Without some outlet, they would be suffocated.

Encouraged by his praise, Lu Youyou arched her waist even more provocatively.

She brazenly glanced at a camera, deliberately lifting Fei Jing’s sharply defined chin, entwining her tongue to deliver a French kiss.

“Miss… your… your hand is bleeding…” a passerby gasped in shock.

Lu Tian mechanically tore her gaze from the phone screen.

Only then did she realize she had absentmindedly scraped the palm of her hand raw.

A pool of blood dripped at her feet.

Above, the waning crescent moon hung like a hook.

She exhaled deeply, then abruptly burst into laughter.

The startled good Samaritan fled.

Lu Tian replied to Lu Youyou’s message.

— [A man is easiest to deceive when consumed by desire and guilt. How should I put it? Today, I really have to thank you.]

And above that message, sent an hour before her scheduled meeting with Fei Jing, was a text to Lu Youyou: [I’ve told you the time and place. Whether you come is your choice.]

So, in the game of mantis hunting the cicada, is the cicada truly the loser?

At midnight, Lu Tian’s phone memo gained a new red cross.

Lu Youyou replied: [Lu Tian, you old hag past your prime, stop being so snide. You really think I’m scared?]

— [Hmph, tonight my husband will be with me all night long. You’ll be alone in an empty bed, tossing and turning!]

Over a dozen photos of Fei Jing asleep in a cartoon-themed suite arrived.

In the corner, a gift box adorned with Nan Nan’s adorable photo was knocked to the floor and mercilessly crushed beneath a bare torso.

Lu Youyou, clad in lingerie, straddled the man’s muscular chest, offering the most devout kiss.