I, the Ruthless Villain, Strangled My Fiancée at the Beginning and Left the Protagonists Terrified Chapter 89

Huang Luoyan, who had already been pushed to desperation, didn’t say anything more. She simply nodded. As she looked at her smiling family, an indescribable bitterness filled her chest. She was clearly selling herself, and yet they were so pleased. It was tragic.

Did they truly believe that even if she managed to win Shen Wuxiao’s favor, he would be willing to support the Huang family? Over the years, they had brought her nothing but humiliation. Her stepmother had even tried multiple times to abandon Tuantuan just to secure a better marriage for herself. Huang Luoyan remembered it all.

She stayed at the hospital the entire morning. The so-called expert remained busy—busy doing nothing of value. Around two in the afternoon, as instructed, Huang Luoyan prepared to go to the hotel.

She explained gently to Tuantuan that she had something important to do, gave her a few comforting words, and then left.

Tears flowed silently the entire way. Her heart was full of bitterness. The thought of being taken advantage of by Shen Wuxiao filled her with unbearable pain.

Even when she reached the luxurious hotel suite and entered the room, she felt like a walking corpse. No matter how grand the setting, she just sat numbly in a chair, silent, emotionless.

Night fell, and the lights of the city glowed.

At around eight o’clock in the evening, Shen Wuxiao—who was just about to indulge in some playful fun—received a phone call. The number was unfamiliar.

“Who is this?”

“Master Shen, it’s me, Lu Tao—the guy with the green hair!” Lu Tao replied with a flattering tone, practically grinning through the phone.

“Green hair? What do you want?” Shen Wuxiao sounded annoyed.

Lu Tao said carefully, “Master Shen, I’m truly sorry for disturbing you at this hour. I know I offended you last time because I didn’t know my place, and I want to make it up to you.”

“I took the liberty of booking Suite 8888 at the Dragon Court Hotel. There’s a special gift waiting for you inside… I guarantee you’ll be very satisfied, Master Shen, as satisfied as you can imagine.”

He was clearly hinting that the ‘gift’ was Huang Luoyan. After all, Shen Wuxiao had shown clear interest in her during their encounter at the restaurant.

Shen Wuxiao didn’t respond right away, but the moment he heard the hotel room number, he knew exactly what was going on. Lu Tao was trying to buy favor by offering him a top-tier beauty.

But Shen Wuxiao wasn’t the least bit interested.

Right now, he was dressed in a hospital gown, waiting for “Doctor” Jiang Huaiyue to come in and examine him. Earlier, he’d played the prisoner; tonight was time for the patient. How could he possibly be tempted by whatever surprise Lu Tao had arranged?

Still, Shen Wuxiao didn’t reject him outright. Lu Tao’s attitude had been humble enough, and Shen Wuxiao couldn’t be bothered to dwell on past nonsense.

“You’re very thoughtful. Alright, I’m a bit busy now,” Shen Wuxiao replied lazily and hung up.

He tossed the phone aside and stared toward the door. “Why hasn’t Jiang Huaiyue come in yet? My condition is getting worse by the second.”

“Doctor! Nurse! Help me! I’m in pain!” Shen Wuxiao called out in an exaggerated tone.

Right on cue, the door opened. Jiang Huaiyue stepped in slowly.

She wore a white coat, her hair cascading down, a blouse underneath, and a form-fitting skirt. Her long legs were wrapped in sheer stockings, accentuated by clicking high heels. In one hand, she held a clipboard. In the other, a syringe.

“Bed No. 69, it’s time for your check-up,” Jiang Huaiyue said with a smile as she approached the bed, step by step…

While Shen Wuxiao was “under treatment,” Lu Tao was thrilled.

Shen Wuxiao’s vague acknowledgment earlier felt like a green light. Lu Tao clenched his fists with joy. He had done it. The plan was working.

But deep down, he knew the matter wasn’t over yet.

He had only arranged for a fake expert because time was tight and Tuantuan’s illness couldn’t be delayed. It was a desperate move.

Once Shen Wuxiao accepted the “gift,” Lu Tao believed everything would fall into place. The problem was—what if Shen Wuxiao really took a liking to Huang Luoyan?

If that happened, and she discovered the deception, she would surely take revenge, and Shen Wuxiao would definitely stand by her side. Even a one percent chance of that happening was too dangerous to risk.

So, he had to act fast. He needed to turn the fake into reality and bury any possible fallout.

Lu Tao immediately instructed his people to contact real top-tier medical experts overseas—people who could actually perform the surgery. As the young master of the Lu family, he might be a playboy, but he wasn’t stupid.

Born into wealth and power, second-generation elites like him had seen more of the world than most. Arrogance and recklessness were common, but that didn’t mean they were fools. Quite the opposite—they had far more resources, connections, and survival instincts than ordinary people.

Once everything was arranged, Lu Tao finally breathed easy. The entire plan was now under control. He even turned on some music and danced around, celebrating the imminent success.

All that was left was for Shen Wuxiao to accept the gift.

By midnight, at the Dragon Court Hotel, Huang Luoyan was still sitting and waiting.

She felt foolish.

Shen Wuxiao hadn’t shown up at all. A strange sense of relief mixed with fear stirred in her heart. What if he didn’t come? What if he refused to help Tuantuan because she backed out?

She wanted to call and ask what was happening. But in the end, she held herself back.

She had no idea that at that very moment, Shen Wuxiao was already fast asleep—curled up next to Jiang Huaiyue.

Half an hour passed. It became clear: he wasn’t coming.

Huang Luoyan packed her things and prepared to return to the hospital. Tuantuan was still on her mind. She needed to be there to check on her.

Before leaving, she scribbled a note and left it on the bedside table—just in case Shen Wuxiao came by in the middle of the night and found the room empty. She didn’t want to provoke his anger. This was still a deal, after all.

She exited the hotel room and stepped outside.

That’s when she saw three people walking nearby.

Huang Luoyan thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. She blinked and rubbed them quickly.

But when she looked again, her face turned pale.

The “expert” who was supposed to be overseeing Tuantuan’s treatment was drunkenly swaggering toward the hotel, with two scantily clad women in his arms.

He reeked of alcohol.

Laughing with them loudly, he was boasting about lasting until morning in battle.

In that instant, everything became clear to Huang Luoyan.

She had been duped.

This bastard wasn’t an expert at all.

As he stumbled closer and finally made eye contact with her, the fake expert froze. It was like he’d sobered up on the spot.

He had taken his money and was ready to enjoy life at the luxurious Dragon Court Hotel—completely unaware that Huang Luoyan would be there.

Lu Tao never told him she’d be staying at the hotel.

Without saying a word, Huang Luoyan turned and ran.

The fake expert wiped his face nervously. He knew he’d screwed up badly.

He shoved the women aside and rushed to the side, fumbling for his phone and dialing Lu Tao’s number.

The call connected quickly.

“What is it?” Lu Tao’s voice came through.

The fake expert swallowed hard. “Mr. Lu… Something went wrong…” he stammered.

“What?” Lu Tao’s tone immediately sharpened.