Chapter 22: She Is the Beloved of the Head of the Li Family?!

"Let's go." Fei Jing's attitude was flat, arguably even indifferent.

He had always been this way, acting like a mortal who understood the warmth of human life only when he was with Lu Tian.

Lu Youyou cast a triumphant, arrogant glance at Lu Tian, who was on the verge of fainting from pain. Yet, only she knew in her heart that given Fei Jing’s cold and haughty demeanor, he likely never truly held her in the deepest part of his heart.

"No, Lu Tian, I will not lose to you again and again. I won't. I must make you pay the price; this is what you deserve."

*Clatter!*

Lu Tian was tossed out by the mall security.

Her body struck the hard, pebble-paved ground. The jagged, uneven edges ground against her fragile skin through the thin layer of her beach dress, tearing it in seconds.

In the mall's VIP section, Lu Youyou snuggled into Fei Jing's arms, asking for a Chanel bag one moment and pouting her delicate lips to demand a rare-skin Hermes the next.

President Fei was generous, granting every request.

On the other side, outside the mall, Lu Tian crawled toward the scattered pills like a pathetic, homeless beggar.

Passersby, oblivious to the situation, whispered.

"She doesn't look that old. With hands and feet, why is she so lazy that she'd rather beg?"

"Look, those pills on the ground, could it be..."

Lu Tian’s internal organs trembled with agony. She ignored the malicious speculations, grabbed a pill as soon as she could, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The pain did not subside immediately. She shivered, hunching her body, trying to stand up from the ground.

"Tsk tsk, you reap what you sow! We're all women; I just saw President Fei from Jinggang bringing his beautiful wife shopping. That little lady is so spoiled, she's practically on cloud nine."

"Don't say that, but don't you think this stinking beggar looks a bit like President Fei's wife?"

Voices chattered, yet no one thought to call an ambulance.

*Buzz.*

A taunting text message from Lu Youyou arrived on the screen of the phone that had been crushed underfoot. It was a provocative photo taken inside a dressing room. The man looked intoxicated with excitement. The girl’s delicate, naked body bloomed brilliantly against his large hands.

—[Lu Tian, as a woman, you are truly pathetic!]

*Ahhh!!!*

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in screams.

In the blink of an eye, a Cullinan Limited Edition, worth over thirty million, aggressively parted the dense crowd and screeched to a halt beside her.

"Mommy, *sob, sob, sob*, you bunch of big bad guys, *sob, sob, sob*... Daddy, they are all big bad guys who bullied Mommy!!!" A small ball of a child rushed from the car like a gust of wind, threw herself onto Lu Tian, and burst into loud sobs.

A man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist stepped out from the driver’s seat, his spine straight. His legs were long, neatly encased in charcoal-black suit trousers. In the moonlight, his handsome face—which completely eclipsed Fei Jing’s—was reflected in Lu Tian’s dead, gray pupils.

"Leaving you back then, perhaps that was my mistake. Lu Tian, why do you always have the ability to make me disappointed in you time and time again?"

Perhaps when a person is tortured to a certain degree by pain, they experience inexplicable hallucinations. Because, at this very moment, a confused Lu Tian blurted out an extremely unfamiliar address: "Yanchen... brother..."

The tail of her voice was drawn out, soft and sticky, carrying a pitiful nasal tone as if seeking comfort. This was a tender, fragile posture she had never displayed even in front of Fei Jing. In the eyes of others, everyone would describe her as, "Lu Tian is silent and sparing with her words; she seems