Chapter Eight: Lu Tian, Can't You Just Behave a Little?

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Crash! The entire pot of chicken soup was smashed onto the floor. Scalding broth splattered, carrying ceramic shards sharp enough to cut the skin, flying straight toward Lu Tian. She remained motionless, as if bracing herself for a more intense pain to suppress the crumbling turmoil within.

“Sweetie, watch out!” Fei Jing shouted, his roar turning the world upside down before Lu Tian’s eyes. He shielded her beneath his body, only a thin layer of homewear fabric between them.

Her back was severely burned, the skin raw and blistered. Turning her head to the side, Lu Tian saw dozens of bleeding wounds trailing from her neck to her face. And yet, she was unharmed!

“Fei Jing, you…”

“Call me husband. If you do, it won’t hurt so much.” Fei Jing supported himself on one arm, as if afraid of crushing a precious treasure.

True character reveals itself in the face of danger.

Lu Tian bit down hard on her tender lip. She had to remind herself in this extreme way.

The man before her, so tender and devoted, had betrayed her! He had shattered their marriage and torn apart the last shred of dignity she held as a wife!

“Ouch! It hurts. I want my wife to kiss it better.”

Who would have thought that the feared and cold Fei Yanwang had a coquettish side?

Lu Tian gave no response. The two locked eyes in silence for a long moment before she painfully asked, “Fei Jing, the thirtieth... can you really not give it to me?”

“Sweetie, I’m doing this for your own good. Please be good, okay?”

Their conversation was destined to end in discord.

Housekeeper Zhao summoned the family doctor to treat Fei Jing’s wounds. Lu Tian showed no concern, only quietly instructing that she wanted to rest, then shut the children's room door behind her and swallowed a handful of painkillers.

A message from the attending physician appeared unread in the WeChat chat window:

“Miss Lu, liver cancer can be treated with matching therapies; it is not incurable.”

“Are you truly sure you want to give up treatment?”

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At the same time,

Beijing-Hong Kong Liver and Gallbladder Hospital, Department Director’s Office.

“Look, brother, I’ve done all I can. But I’m curious—your little ball of energy keeps begging for her mother to come back, yet you just…”

His words were cut off.

A man in a pilot’s uniform stood up and tossed over a pink little backpack. His tone was cold and concise: “I’m flying to Paris and will be back in a week. Take care of my daughter. And her!”

Fei family estate.

Third floor.

Fei Jing finished bandaging himself, his handsome, sculpted face still ashen and hollow like a spent flame.

He murmured to himself, “What’s going on with Sweetie? When I was hurt before, she wasn’t so cold.”

“What else could it be? Women are incredibly sensitive. You cheating with that little gold-digger outside? I bet Lu Tian caught on.”

Chen Yi, the only person with free access to the Fei estate, had been a witness to Lu Tian and Fei Jing’s romantic love story since high school.

“Impossible. I was just playing around with Lu Youyou, mutual benefit, kept it well hidden.” Fei Jing had always been confident about that.

Chen Yi packed up the medical kit and shrugged. “An outsider sees clearly, Ah Jing. It’s been over ten years. You should know Lu Tian’s temper best. Be careful with your games.”

“When a woman has nothing left and can only rely on me, she won’t run away.”

“So, Ah Jing, are you really deliberately making Lu Tian a housewife to clip her wings?” Chen Yi dared not meet the dark, abyssal gaze of Fei Jing’s phoenix eyes.

The man’s terrifying reputation had been well known ever since the incident in high school.

Only Lu Tian was unafraid.

“Get out.”

Chen Yi was kicked out but went around to the second floor, speaking softly through the door, “Sweetie, we’ve been friends for over a decade. Just one word of advice: Fei Jing is not someone you can afford to provoke. Be cautious.”

The next morning,

When Lu Tian returned to the dining room after breakfast, she found Housekeeper Zhao directing several servants to smash the whiteboard marked with a red cross.

Her demeanor remained calm, raising an eyebrow as if to ask for an explanation.

Zhao forced a smile, tinged with reproach. “Madam, last night the master was injured so badly because of you, yet you just slept through it. It’s truly heartbreaking.”

“Is that why Fei Jing smashed my whiteboard?”

Compared to the whiteboard, Fei Jing was truly worthless!

Zhao frowned. “The master said you’ve been a little obsessed since the young miss passed away. Keeping the whiteboard only adds to the frustration. It’s better to throw it away as trash.”

Trash?

Fei Jing—does that mean Nan Nan was just trash you could discard at will?

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“Oh, right, almost forgot to tell you. The master is staying with the old madam tonight. He asked me to inform you, so don’t wait up for him.”

Before, she had always feared he would come home alone at night, so she left the lights on, waiting for him no matter how late it got.

But now...

“Everyone out. From today on, not even Fei Jing can enter Nan Nan’s room without permission.”

Lu Tian never truly lost control; she seemed naturally incapable of anger.

But her innate noble authority required only a single glance to silence all breath from those around her.

Housekeeper Zhao muttered as she left, “What’s the use of being arrogant? The master didn’t even take you to the old madam’s birthday banquet. How many days do you think you’ll sit on Madam Fei’s throne?”

A servant chimed in, “Heh, Housekeeper Zhao, our madam is all show. Without the master, she wouldn’t just lose her arrogance—she’d likely be left with nothing, forced to pick up trash.”

Ha ha ha—

Human nature is like that: enjoy stepping on others while lifting themselves up.

Bang!

Lu Tian closed the door with measured force.

She immediately called the chairman’s secretary office to confirm that Fei Jing was indeed not at the company today.

Perfect timing. When the wolf is away, some things are much easier to handle.

One o’clock in the afternoon.

Fei Corporation.

“Can we download the equity confirmation documents directly from the intranet? Even without Fei Jing’s signature, could it serve as evidence?” Lu Tian asked on the phone with lawyer Wang as she stepped into the elevator.

Wang emphasized, “Stealing documents cannot be used as evidence. However, if the documents bear Fei Corporation’s official seal, it has the same effect.”

“Okay, understood.”

Exiting the elevator on the top floor, Lu Tian turned a corner and saw Fei Jing’s second uncle’s cousin hand in hand with Lu Youyou, acting overly affectionate.

“Little sister-in-law, my brother really listens to you. My boyfriend’s job—when I begged Lu Tian several times, it didn’t work. This time, I had to ask you to intervene, and now he’s a branch manager.”

The second uncle’s cousin, Fei Zi, had a thug boyfriend who barely finished elementary school and had been nearly sold overseas several times.

If not for Lu Tian’s protection, she might not be alive today!

Lu Youyou smiled brightly, appearing understanding, “Sister Tian is only doing it for your own good. Don’t blame her. Besides, I’m carrying the Fei family’s eldest legitimate grandson. Your cousin just spoils me a little more.”

“Hmph, little sister-in-law, you’re too modest. If my brother only spoiled you a bit more, would he have left Lu Tian out of the Fei family birthday banquet and taken you instead?”