My Scheming Little Devil

Ye Lu was both nervous and expectant, as today they would finish searching the nearby areas, and whether they would find Third Young Master Jun would depend on today’s efforts.

But as the search continued into the afternoon without any trace, Ye Lu’s heart gradually sank, and anxiety started to set in.

She had also tried to contact Feiyu in the past few days, but there had been no news from Third Young Master Jun on that side either.

By this count, Third Young Master Jun had been missing for ten days. If he was still alive, why wouldn’t he make any contact with them?

"You sit here and rest for a while, we’ll continue the search," Ling Kong forcefully made her sit under a tree. As a pregnant woman, it was very dangerous for her to traverse mountains and rivers, but she insisted on coming.

They could only bring her along, letting her stay and rest wherever they searched.

"Ling Kong, do you think, could he really..." Ye Lu’s eyes were no longer as resolute as before, her confidence also beginning to crumble after days of finding nothing, her voice faintly trembling with fear.

Ling Kong frowned. Indeed, the situation wasn’t promising, but what could he say?

"Before we find a body, it means he is still alive, you don’t need to think about anything." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Ye Lu closed her eyes and nodded, now relying solely on this belief. Alive to see the person, dead to see the body - unless she saw his corpse with her own eyes, she had to believe he was still alive!

The search continued until dusk, when suddenly one of the teams rushed back, exclaiming they had found something by the riverbank and asked her to see if it was her husband’s.

Ye Lu was overjoyed, and everyone hurriedly took her to the downstream riverbank.

A few people were gathered there, and upon seeing her arrive, their expressions were a bit strange and sympathetic. Ye Lu immediately had an ominous feeling, and they quickly stepped aside.

Ye Lu then saw a torn piece of clothing in their midst, stained with mud and blood.

She felt as if struck by lightning, her pupils dilating rapidly, her breath nearly stopping as she stared blankly at the clothing, her limbs going cold, unable to utter a word.

Seeing her like this, everyone was even more reluctant to speak and possibly upset her.

Ling Kong looked at the tattered clothes, furrowing his brow, "This clothing, we can’t be sure it’s his, perhaps someone else encountered danger here."

Ye Lu’s face turned deathly pale, she stumbled over, fell to her knees, and tremblingly picked up the clothing, her shaking gaze frantically inspecting it closely.

She had personally helped him put on a shirt that day, but this mud and blood-stained clothing, she could no longer recognize whether it was his or not, harboring only one hope in her heart — that this shirt was definitely not his.

She needed to be sure it was not his.

As she frantically searched through it, suddenly a pen slid out from inside, falling to the ground with a faint sound.

Ye Lu looked at the pen, becoming stiff and deathly still, her face drained of all color.

Her rigid eyeballs, struggled to move, her scattered gaze took a long time to settle on the pen.

She reached out wanting to pick up the pen, but her hand trembled uncontrollably, she dared not take it.

Tears suddenly clouded her vision, feeling an excruciating pain in her chest as if suffocating, breathing became difficult, experiencing a heartrending agony as if the sky was falling apart.

She recognized, this pen, he used to clip it inside the pocket of his clothes!

This blood-stained shirt was his, it really was his.

She had traveled through mountains and rivers, disregarding everything to come here, was it just to confirm with her own eyes that he was indeed dead?

"Ah ah ah..." Unable to bear it any longer, she covered her face, collapsing to the ground, her voice hoarse as if the roar of a dying beast, emitting an extreme wail from the depths of her chest, unable to cry out, only able to make a ripping, bizarre noise.