Chapter 26: Sold Her Off?!

"Oh, sister, what a coincidence! What are you doing at this club?"

Lu Tian, who had intended to leave immediately, was stopped by Lu Youyou, whose sharp eyes had spotted her and who called out loudly.

Even though she already felt utter revulsion toward Fei Jing, the introduction of "my wife, Lu Youyou" stung. Yet, with ninety days left on the countdown, as long as they were technically husband and wife, the irony was enough to leave one feeling mentally exhausted, desperate only to get away.

The private room door swung wide open. President Li, in his fifties, was dressed in a greasy, flashy style. His eyes, fixed upon her, were brimming with lecherous intentions that were practically overflowing.

Without waiting for an answer, President Li grabbed Lu Tian’s hand and tried to pull her toward him. "President Fei, I heard you have a peerless little beauty as your chief secretary. This must be her, right? Hehehe, she truly is breathtakingly stunning!"

His wandering hands began to act inappropriately.

In the dim light, the already dark complexion of Fei Jing exploded with a fierce, sinister gloom. He snatched up a wine bottle, ready to smash it and charge forward.

However, Lu Youyou immediately held him back, whispering a well-meaning reminder, "Husband, you just introduced me as your wife. The Li family from Northern Europe hates being deceived. If you go to help your 'sister' now, how will you explain her identity?"

The only contact they had with the Li family would be ruined.

Fei Jing was a businessman to the core; he understood the profit and loss involved. The furious man fell silent in an instant. He gave a light cough, poured a glass of whiskey, and raised it. "President Li, why don't we have a drink first to celebrate our acquaintance?"

"Of course. However, President Fei, I have a little quirk—I love having a beauty feed me wine personally. You see..." The lecherous man cast a suggestive glance toward Lu Tian.

Taking advantage of their conversation, Lu Tian slipped away into a corner of the room.

Lu Youyou held the door shut, her smile sweet and coquettish. "President Li, you're joking. She's just a small-time chief secretary; why would my husband be so stingy? Right, Brother Fei?"

She tossed the massive, burning hot potato straight to Fei Jing.

In Lu Tian’s ear, she could hear the young girl’s arrogant, whispered hiss: "Sister, shall we make a bet? Let's see if you are actually more important than the project in Fei Jing’s heart."

Before she could finish, the President moved his obese frame, spread his legs wide, and sat on the sofa, laughing. "How about this, President Fei? As long as your little secretary is willing to sit on my lap and feed me a drink, I will—no, tomorrow! Tomorrow, I will contact the main family and pave the way for your Fei Group."

What a tempting condition for exchange!

Lu Tian’s limbs turned rigid; every nerve in her body felt cold and hollow. With her eyes, she asked, "Fei Jing, are you really going to sell me out?"

"Husband, the project with the Northern European Li family is really important. You should think about this carefully~" Lu Youyou added fuel to the fire.

Fei Jing clenched his fists tight, turned abruptly, and walked toward the door. "I need to take a call."

Did that mean he wanted to be rid of the sight so he wouldn't have to be bothered?

In an instant, Lu Tian’s throat and nasal passages felt as if they were clogged with something viscous and metallic, like blood. She couldn't breathe. She pressed her hand hard against her rapidly heaving chest, biting down on her back teeth, refusing to show even a hint of weakness in front of this trash.

The door to the private room opened and closed, accompanied by Lu Youyou’s triumphant, dainty laughter.

Lu Tian’s vision blurred; she swayed, her back hitting the hard, uneven wall. The familiar pain pulled at her chaotic thoughts, maintaining her last shred of sobriety.

"Sister Tian, enjoy yourself. After all, it seems Brother Fei doesn't really care about you that much!" The girl’s provocation was bone-chilling.

Once out of the room, Fei Jing quickly summoned the club manager and instructed, "Take good care of my wife. The limit is drinking; if anyone inside dares to touch a single finger of hers, take his hand!"

He could make concessions for the sake of corporate interests, but he still had his bottom line.

Lu Youyou, who had followed him out, felt a dark flicker pass through her shimmering eyes at these words.

Inside the VIP room, only Lu Tian and the old man remained. He stopped playing the gentleman. He waved a packet of white powder in his hand and smiled wretchedly. "President Fei gave this to me, said it was to help the mood. Little beauty, you should serve me well for your boss."

The greasy body lunged forward. The man gripped her chin without a shred of pity, mixed the powder into the strong liquor, and forced her to drink it.

The burning heat tortured Lu Tian, leaving her too weak to resist. Summoning her last ounce of strength, she crawled toward the door and pushed it open just a crack.

Fei Jing’s unique, limited-edition shoes appeared in the distance.

"Fei... Fei Jing, save... save me..."

"Aha~ Husband, I’ve prepared a red wine bath. Besides, sister still needs to play for a while; won't you come with me instead~"

The girl’s fair fingers hooked into the man’s tightly knotted, provocative tie, pulling him toward the next room. Fei Jing looked content.

Lu Tian watched as the two of them left, cooing at each other. Her foot was grabbed by the old man, who dragged her back inside.

The moment the door closed again, a despair that burned her to ashes washed over her.

In the hallway, the club manager looked at his phone and muttered, "That’s strange. Didn't President Fei just personally order me to protect his wife? Why did he send a message a moment later telling me to withdraw the men?"

In the bathtub, the girl straddled Fei Jing and turned off his phone.

Five minutes later, the club’s fire alarm sounded throughout the building. Someone shouted, "It’s bad! Someone set a fire in the VIP room! Run, everyone run!"

"Tian!"

Fei Jing immediately tossed the unclothed Lu Youyou aside. He tried to charge in the direction of the growing flames.

A firefighter grabbed him. "Sir, the fire is too intense. You cannot go in; it’s life-threatening."

"Let me go! My wife is in there! She cannot die, she absolutely cannot die!"

Behind the crowd, in a corner he couldn't see, Lu Tian leaned against a man’s arm as paramedics treated the minor burns on her body.

Li Yanchen’s eyes were light; a man who should have been as detached as she was kept talking incessantly after rescuing her.

"This club is a den of snakes and dragons. What are you doing here as a woman? You have no sense of self-preservation. Even if you needed to save yourself, there was no need to set a fire. First, when drugged, you can use milk or juice to dilute the concentration. Second, the most vulnerable part of a man is..."

*Rumble—*

The fire exploded.

Under the bloody red glare of the flames, Lu Tian’s pale, colorless face was filled with a completely numb indifference.

The fire captain roared, "Hurry! Someone just rushed in without regard for his own life to save his wife! Prepare for rescue immediately!"

Li Yanchen lowered his gaze and asked her, "Do you care?"

Lu Tian took out her phone and called her lawyer. "Consultation: If Fei Jing dies in an accident, am I entitled to inherit the Fei Group directly?"

"..."

For three days, the hottest topic on major portal websites was whether Fei Jing, who was still under observation in the ICU, would survive.

The more entertainment-focused headline read: [While in a deep coma, President Fei kept calling out for his beloved wife, Lu Tian!]