My Scheming Little Devil

Ye Lu didn’t know what to say and could only make polite conversation.

Mu Bao’er looked at the memorial portrait, her expression suddenly becoming strange, smiling desolately,

"There’s no need to feel regret. I think even he wouldn’t have felt regret. He committed suicide by shooting himself. His death, for many people, was a release, for us and for himself as well. If he hadn’t died, I probably wouldn’t have been able to forgive him."

Ye Lu suddenly didn’t know what to say, stammering for some time, not sure whether to console her or not, feeling extremely awkward.

Mu Bao’er realized her awkwardness, sighed, and said with a smile, "Don’t mind it. Our family’s affairs are very complicated. I heard you’ve been inquiring about the Su family."

Ye Lu nodded, looking at her cautiously.

"I heard your father, Nie Rong, once traded arms with the Su family."

"Yes."

Unexpectedly, Mu Bao’er didn’t deny it nor beat around the bush, which took Ye Lu by surprise, considering such dealings in arms to narcotics and warlords were definitely illegal and morally reprehensible.

It was a big corporate secret that no one wanted to be revealed.

Ye Lu felt grateful that Mu Bao’er trusted her so openly, probably Ling Kong had done quite a bit of work in the middle. That child was her benefactor.

"Actually, Ji Mo didn’t approve of me meeting you. After all, for our group, it indeed is a dangerous secret we don’t want people to know. If it leaked, it would definitely cause a huge uproar. It might even lead to the government holding us accountable for the past, causing a lot of trouble," Mu Bao’er furrowed her brows.

Ye Lu gave a wry smile, "Although swearing doesn’t help, I still want to say that I absolutely won’t divulge this matter."

Mu Bao’er’s gaze was distant and firm, "But my thought is, my father having collaborated with the Su family, selling them so many weapons, also contributed to their oppression. Over these twenty years, the Su family’s influence gradually expanded, and their narcotics reached countries across Asia, Europe, and America, harming many people. This is his sin. Even in death, it can’t be buried, and as his daughter, the only thing I can do is to try to rectify this mistake and help bring down this narcotics-dealing group."

Ye Lu was taken aback, not expecting this woman to have such a tender heart.

"Mrs. Ji, thank you. You are a woman worthy of respect."

"You don’t have to thank me too hastily because I’m not even sure if I can be of help. After all, my father was a very cautious person. Before he killed himself, he destroyed a lot of documents, and it’s uncertain if we can find anything related to the Su family."

Mu Bao’er had a complicated expression. Nie Rong had destroyed many documents before his death, also to prevent his own involvement.

Thus, let alone hating him, she had a complex feeling in her heart. He had harmed many people, afflicted Ji Mo for over twenty years, and left Ling Kong barely human, yet ultimately he hadn’t killed Ji Mo or her. In the end, he had still preserved some fatherly affection.

Mu Bao’er led Ye Lu to a secret room.

It contained Nie Rong’s belongings.

They began searching earnestly, and it must be said that Nie Rong had indeed been very cautious, having destroyed many items. Still, Ye Lu found a travel log.

Overjoyed, she opened the yellowed notebook, which contained records of a trip Nie Rong had taken across Asia twenty-odd years ago, visiting several countries in the Golden Triangle.

To Ye Lu’s disappointment, the notebook made no mention of the Su family but only logged Nie Rong’s meetings with some leaders of several nearby countries to discuss formal arms trading plans.

Bored, Ye Lu flipped through it when suddenly a photo tucked in between the pages fell to the ground.