My Scheming Little Devil

Ye Lu flipped through the items with boredom when suddenly a photo tucked between the pages fluttered to the ground.

The photo was very old and had yellowed and faded, but the faces of the people in it were still clearly visible, just much younger than they are now, and they all looked energetic and spirited, with an air of untouched arrogance about them.

Ye Lu picked it up in shock, her fingers clutching the photograph tightly, and her breathing became lighter.

That was because she found two of the faces somewhat familiar but couldn’t recall them at the moment.

Mu Bao’er leaned over and pointed to one of the men, "This is my father, Nie Rong."

Ye Lu’s gaze, however, settled on the people next to Nie Rong and after a long thought, her complexion changed drastically, her pupils dilated, and she gasped in shock.

"What’s wrong?" Mu Bao’er asked in surprise.

Ye Lu didn’t respond; she quickly bent down and looked over the photo carefully again. Her expression became extremely grave; after she finished looking, she sucked in a breath of cold air, and her heart pounded wildly.

Because she realized that she indeed knew the two people in the photo.

One was actually Su Feiman!

And the other was her father whom she had never met!

Her heart was in turmoil. Why would her father be in the company of Su Feiman and Nie Rong?

What connection did these three men have with each other?

She was overwhelmed with thoughts but couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and she didn’t have more information to delve into the secrets of the photograph.

But she had an inkling that this single photograph was very important to the overall situation and perhaps the key to unlocking some vast secret.

"Mrs. Ji, may I take this photograph back with me? And this travel log book?" Ye Lu asked urgently.

Mu Bao’er looked at it and saw that there was nothing involving corporate secrets that couldn’t be exposed, so she nodded her head.

...

After Ye Lu returned, she studied the travel log tirelessly and even took to the internet to continuously search for information related to Nie Rong, Su Feiman, and her father, especially details from twenty years ago.

Then, the next day, disregarding her exhaustion, she phoned Hua Lunxi and asked in haste where her father Hua Linqi’s work-related documents were stored.

Hua Lunxi said they were at home.

Ye Lu bit her lip, "I need to go home for a bit."

Hua Lunxi was shocked, frowning deeply, "But Yiren is currently staying at the house. She is searching everywhere for you. It’s too dangerous for you to come back now."

Ye Lu naturally knew this, but she had more important things to do and was also eager to verify some things, to confirm the suspicions that vaguely formed in her mind.

If her suspicions were true, then Third Young Master Jun was in danger.

She had to quickly find the documents and inform Third Young Master Jun.

"Then you’ll have to find a way to lead her away, draw her out." Ye Lu thought for a moment, a plan forming in her mind, her eyes brightened, "Since she’s looking for me, let’s use that to lure her out. If she hears something about me, she’ll certainly be desperate to catch me."

"Alright!" Hua Lunxi, hearing the urgency in her voice and knowing she must have something major, thought seriously and replied, "I’ll make arrangements. Even if you need to come, you’ll have to hide your identity; I’ll plan something foolproof for you."

That very night, Ye Lu appeared outside the Hua family villa.

She was accompanied by more than ten bodyguards, all of whom were disguised as business professionals, holding briefcases and following behind her.

And Ye Lu, also in disguise, wore a wig and made herself up to look like a woman in her forties or fifties. Sitting in a wheelchair, she covered herself with a blanket, hiding her abdomen. One couldn’t tell she was pregnant, rather she looked like a middle-aged woman, paraplegic on one side.