Chapter 57: Angering Lu Tian, She Was Determined to...

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Inside the classroom, the coquettish laughter of a young girl echoed softly.

“Husband, husband, look quickly! I’m wearing sister’s school uniform—don’t I look good in it too?”

“Stop fooling around, take it off!” Fei Jing, also clad in a school uniform, lounged lazily against the window in the back row.

The moonlight was delicate and serene.

Lu Tian quietly avoided the school authorities who tried to stop her, calm as she had been the last time outside Teacher Zhao’s hospital room, her mind composed as she watched.

Lu Youyou deliberately tucked her arms inside her sleeves.

The three years she spent in high school were also the years when Lu Zhi’s domestic abuse was at its worst.

Her body was always covered in bruises, a terrifying sight.

To avoid becoming the object of ridicule among classmates and to prevent school staff from intervening, she purposely hid her arms within her uniform sleeves every day, pretending to be the carefree eldest daughter of the Lu family, enjoying a life of privilege.

Of course, Fei Jing seemed to always believe that her life was one where she could act spoiled and capricious.

“Husband, since today is just rehearsal, sister won’t be coming anyway.

“How about I keep you company and practice with you?”

Lu Youyou even copied the hairstyle exactly.

Looking at this nineteen-year-old lively girl, Lu Tian couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the fleeting three years of youth.

She wondered, if she had never been entangled with Fei Jing from the start, would she now be standing at the forefront of international academia, basking in brilliance and success?

“Youyou.”

“Hm?” The girl obediently lifted her head, resting her small hand on her chin, innocent and adorable.

The man restrained the passion he wanted to unleash, drawing Lu Youyou into his embrace with a sigh. “You’re both women, but if only Tian Tian were as understanding as you are, how wonderful that would be.”

“Husband, do you still love sister?”

Snuggling against his firm, muscular chest.

Lu Youyou’s voice was soft and sweet, as if casually making conversation.

But her gaze toward the door carried an unmistakable blend of disdain and pride.

Fei Jing chuckled, “Love! Of course I do! But a dog that can never be tamed—I’d rather she disappear from this world than betray me.”

Lu Tian, about to turn and leave, suddenly halted.

She recalled last night at the Fei family estate villa.

That madman had strangled her tightly, blocking her mouth and nose, refusing to let her breathe even a shred of fresh air necessary to sustain life.

A creeping terror spread like vines, howling forth…

Lu Tian staggered, barely steadying herself against the nearby wall.

Her delicate, beautiful face was almost devoid of any color.

“Then, husband, you promised me you’d let me openly live with our son in the Fei estate.

“Would sister agree to that?”

The young girl pressed forward step by step.

She lifted her skirt, revealing two flawless, long legs like white jade, nimbly climbing around the man’s lean waist.

The sultry moans rose and fell in an intimate symphony.

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After a long moment, Fei Jing spoke comfortably, “I know Tian Tian well. Once I soothe her, I’ll come clean with her. After all, the Fei family does need an heir.”

His words just fell.

Holding her agonizing liver pain, Lu Tian collapsed to her knees.

Through the veil of time, she heard the solemn promise made the day Nan Nan was born.

He held her, devastated beyond words, fighting back tears with a smile, “Wife, it’s okay. Even if you can’t have more children, we still have our lovely daughter. I promise she will grow up healthy and live a long life.

“She will inherit the Fei Group, and I will only love our treasure!”

The sultry summer night in Beijing-Hong Kong.

Lu Youyou had soiled her treasured high school uniform.

The fabric embroidered with “Fei Jing” was creased and frayed amid the passion of lovers.

Lu Tian left the school.

Like a lost soul in the dark night, her fragile figure curled and crouched on the crosswalk.

A message, sent in a daze.

Within ten minutes, Li Yancheng’s Honda Accord drifted sharply to the roadside in urgency.

On the playground, the 3D projection where Fei Jing had confessed to Lu Tian was still being tested.

By the windowsill of the third-floor classroom.

The male lead and his lover were indulging in their passionate affair.

“Li Yancheng, I’m too concerned with appearances.”

He was right—she had always been too proud, suffering for it.

She could have stormed in to catch them red-handed just now.

But if she did, with school authorities present and many paparazzi hiding nearby, within a minute the names “Lu Tian” and “Fei Jing” would become the nation’s scandalous gossip in the most humiliating way.

“This time you did the right thing,” the sharp-tongued man said in rare agreement.

Lu Tian was momentarily stunned.

He maintained a respectful distance between them, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up from the ground.

“Your marriage with Fei Jing is complicated. A union mixed with interests means you can’t be too impulsive.”

Proving a husband’s infidelity is easy.

A public scene, beating the mistress half to death, is no challenge.

The hardest part is quietly forcing that scoundrel to leave empty-handed.

“Li Yancheng,” Lu Tian tapped the ground with her toes, her head hanging low, voice muffled and aggrieved, “I feel so upset… what if I want to kill someone?”

Time and again, Fei Jing was truly pushing her to the edge.

Li Yancheng gave a half-smile, glanced at her, “Miss Lu, are you planning to kill with a borrowed knife, letting me do the dirty work?”

“Do you dare?”

It was just a joke to ease her chaotic emotions.

But there was someone seriously plotting.

“Just find any butcher’s shop, steal a cleaver, that way you can hide your identity and avoid being caught.

“Then…”

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“I’m tired, I’m going back now. Bye!” Lu Tian rolled her eyes sharply.

But predictably, Li Yancheng once again effortlessly revitalized her nearly shattered spirits.

As she hurried toward a taxi.

Suddenly, the man swiftly grabbed her wrist and dashed toward the gymnasium across from the teaching building.

There was a large rooftop above.

“Li Yancheng, what exactly are you—”

Bang!

Bang bang bang—

Li Yancheng pulled a homemade slingshot from his coat pocket, and with precise aim, shattered the third-floor window with stone after stone.

The naked lovers inside were forced to jump and dodge frantically, looking utterly ridiculous.

Fei Jing probably never imagined he would one day fall so low and embarrass himself to this degree of social death.

Thinking of this, Lu Tian burst into laughter.

The night breeze blew gently.

Stray strands of hair fluttered.

After being dampened by the mist, they naturally clung to the soft curves of her rosy lips.

Nearly thirty years old?

Li Yancheng stared, completely stunned.

Lu Tian’s appearance seemed to possess a magical ability to freeze time.

At barely thirteen, she was strong and dignified.

Almost thirty now, the years had left not a trace upon her face.

“Lu Tian, want to give it a try?”

“Me? Is that okay?”

Her eyes sparkled with eager anticipation.

Yet she habitually weighed the pros and cons.

Li Yancheng ignored all caution, pushed her against the railing, stood behind to protect her, lifted her delicate hand, and took the slingshot.

Bang bang bang!!!

One stone struck the proud chest of Lu Youyou.

The other two nearly destroyed Fei Jing’s male pride.

Chaos erupted inside the teaching building.

The paparazzi lying in wait surged in, eager to capture the spectacle.

“Hahaha, Li Yancheng, you’re ruthless, coming up with such a sneaky trick,” Lu Tian hadn’t smiled so freely in a long time.

She momentarily forgot they were all married.

Nestled in the man’s faintly mint-scented embrace, she naturally turned and chatted happily.

The ends of her stray hair brushed against her eyes.

Li Yancheng’s cool fingertip just touched her eyelid…