Chapter 67 Love both of them...

"Divorce? How could that be?"

Glass after glass of liquor went down Fei Jing's throat.

Even during the early days of his startup, when clients forced him to drink, he could always deftly dodge the cups. But now, for the sake of Lu Tian, not a shred of his old trait—keeping his emotions completely hidden—remained.

Chen Yi sighed heavily, quietly hiding the wine bottle, and offered a few words of persuasion. "The reason you and Lu Tian have ended up like this is, once again, because of Lu Youyou!"

Even though his good brother was still adamantly denying any affair, paper could not wrap up fire. Lu Tian's intellect was definitely among the elite of human females. Whatever she wanted to the bottom of, she would find out!

"Ah Jing, two options.

"First, send Lu Youyou away. Haven't you two been together for about a year? It's normal to toss her aside once you've had your fun.

"Second, divorce Lu Tian and give Lu Youyou a proper status. Your three-way relationship could then be considered a matter of mutual convenience."

Otherwise, a marriage destined to involve a third person would inevitably end in a tragic mutual destruction.

Fei Jing listened quietly to the end, then suddenly let out a derisive chuckle.

He raised the crystal glass in his hand, gently swirling it against the dim light. The amber liquid reflected numerous blurred specks of light, falling upon the man's handsome yet stern face, adding a touch of inscrutable eeriness.

"Fei Jing, you couldn't possibly..."

"Everything I want ought to be mine! Chen Yi, don't you know me well enough?"

Fei Jing drained the potent liquor in one gulp. A few droplets clung to his thin, sharply-cut lips, looking both sexy and sinister.

"Lu Tian is my wife, and Lu Youyou is the girl I like. Men have taken concubines since ancient times—what's wrong with that?"

A wife should be magnanimous. Besides, the one who currently had nothing was Lu Tian. The one who still needed to rely on him to continue enjoying wealth and glory was none other than Lu Tian!

She wanted a divorce? She wanted to divide the assets of the Fei Group to support some kept toy boy?

In her dreams!

"Fine, brother, let me ask you just this—tell me the honest truth, which one of them do you actually love, Lu Tian or Lu Youyou?"

Chen Yi was also a freewheeling playboy, quite fickle himself. Yet, playfulness aside, when it came to true love, it was naturally supposed to be singular and inviolable.

Fei Jing rested the bridge of his high nose against the rim of the glass. He remained silent for a long moment.

Then he gave a low laugh. "Chen Yi, shouldn't they both be required to love me?"

"Fei Jing, you bastard!"

"Go make arrangements. With Youyou in Tian Tian's laboratory, something is bound to happen."

Otherwise, if life became too quiet, Lu Tian might actually start believing she could escape his control! That was absolutely out of the question.

His wife, Fei Jing's wife, even in the next life, could only bear his surname alone.

Chen Yi sighed helplessly, curled his lips, and walked away.

Lu Tian had moved back into the bachelor apartment provided by the Air Traffic Management Bureau.

For now, she had to balance the overall direction of the laboratory while refusing to let go of her duties at the airport control tower. There was also the company established under Rachel's name.

In order to transfer her shares in the Fei Group as quickly as possible, every step she took was destined to be filled with utmost caution...

She opened the memo on her phone and added a red cross.

Outside the window, the moonlight was hazy. The LCD television was broadcasting the miracle revenue growth of the Fei Group in the first half of the year.

"The Chairman and Executive CEO of the Fei Group possesses exceptionally sharp business acumen. Under his leadership, the corporation, which started less than ten years ago, has officially stepped onto the international stage."

The anchor connected with the station's resident reporter in Northern Europe.

According to the reporter's dispatch, Fei Jing had stealthily forged a partnership with the Yamamoto family, who had always been at loggerheads with the Li family.

It seemed his audacity to make a move against the Li family at the Fei estate was likely backed by someone like Yamamoto!

——[Kyotaro Yamamoto is notorious in Northern Europe. Lu Tian, you must be careful.]

This came from the female head of the Li family.

Lu Tian's reply was calm: [Birds of a feather flock together, Ms. Li. The fact that Fei Jing can cooperate with Kyotaro Yamamoto speaks volumes.]

This message sank like a stone in the ocean.

Early the next morning, on Saturday, she took a car straight to the laboratory.

Passing by a pet store, she noticed a group of ruffians wielding iron pipes as thick as arms, stirring up trouble.

A middle-aged man clasped his hands together, pleading bitterly, "This shop was left behind by my son, and he is no longer with us. I'm begging you, please don't take the shop back!"

"That's right, that's right! Your boss previously said he was increasing the rent, and my daughter already agreed. You are going back on your word, this is simply too much!" An elderly woman holding a kitten was crying heartbrokenly.

Lu Tian rolled down the car window. From her angle, she could only clearly see the middle-aged man and the small cat.

And that cat...

"Little Apple?" It was the pet that Nannan had lost when she was five years old.

Almost in an instant.

By the time Lu Tian snapped back to reality, her body had already tightly shielded the elderly woman and the kitten.

*Bang!* A heavy blow from a ruffian's iron pipe struck her back—fortunately grazing past an old injury and hitting her shoulder instead.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was no longer cowed. Instead, mustering his courage, he rammed his head straight into the ringleader's stomach.

He roared, "Come on! If you have the guts, try coming through. At worst, we'll perish together!"

He held up a lighter and flicked it on.

At the entrance stood three or four barrels of medical alcohol—more than enough to burn people to ashes.

"Fine, you old Zhao. Just wait until I have a proper chat with your daughter, let's see if you still dare to act so arrogant with me!" The group scattered in a clatter and cleared out.

Lu Tian steadied her shoulder.

It hurt quite a bit, but her bones were fine; at worst, it was a relatively severe soft-tissue injury.

Wiping her tears, the elderly woman asked with concern, "My girl, let auntie take a look. With arms and legs as slender as yours, that hit just now..."

"It's you?"

As she got closer, Lu Tian immediately recognized that this middle-aged woman was the very same mother of Lu Youyou whom she had run into outside the supermarket that day.

The middle-aged man was puzzled. "Old woman, you know this young lady?"

"I..."

"We don't know each other, but I recognize this cat. It belonged to my daughter—can you sell it to me?" Lu Tian didn't want to become entangled with this family.

Hearing this, the elderly woman smiled. "Then we really do have a connection. My daughter rescued it, otherwise a little kitten like this would have ended up in a cat-meat hot pot."

With that, the overly enthusiastic couple pulled Lu Tian into the pet store.

The walls were covered with happy family portraits of four. Among the individual photos was one of Lu Youyou dressed in a traditional bridal phoenix robe, cradling a cute little cat in her arms, though her gaze was looking away from the camera.

She smiled purely and happily, her clean pupils seeming to reflect the image of only one person.

"That's my son! Ah Hao."

The elderly woman's eyes grew moist as she choked out, "Youyou was adopted by us from an orphanage. The poor child... later, she and Ah Hao developed feelings for each other, and we thought they would get married once they reached the legal age."

A simple, unpretentious little family. A pair of childhood sweethearts.

No matter what, Lu Tian could not connect the Lu Youyou in the photos with that flirtatious third party entangling herself with Fei Jing.

Leaving with Little Apple, she insisted on leaving behind a thousand yuan.

The couple thoughtfully packed up plenty of cat food and litter—all expensive brands, without a shred of stinginess.

Emerging from the pet store, sitting in the car, she looked at a simple table outside displaying three dishes and a soup.

Perhaps accustomed to the frugality of old age, there wasn't even a trace of meat in sight.

"Ms. Lu, you can't go to the laboratory holding a cat, and your shoulder..." The driver said with deep concern.

Lu Tian looked out the window at the elderly couple waving goodbye to her, speaking almost to herself, "Do you believe someone can turn bad for no reason at all?"

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Let's return to the apartment first and call a family doctor to bandage this."

"Yes."

Midway through the journey, however, the young assistant from the laboratory called in a panic.