My Scheming Little Devil

Returning from the forest, Ye Lu seemed as if lost in stupidity, dispirited and lifeless like a puppet void of vitality.

She was forcibly carried back because she lay on the ground, clutching a bundle of blood-stained clothing, unwilling to leave, with an empty and despairing gaze that was profoundly sorrowful.

Ling Kong ordered the villagers to forcefully carry her back.

The longer one stays in such a place of tragedy, the more intense the mental anguish, creating indelible emotional scars for her.

Ling Kong watched Ye Lu sitting in a chair like a walking corpse and heaved a silent sigh within.

It would be better to take her away as soon as possible, return to North America, and let her see her two children and mother. When one is in despair, having family members by one’s side can make it easier to endure.

Otherwise, her current state was a cause for concern.

"I want to leave with my mummy as soon as possible." He spoke to Aunt Li, preparing to ask her to request the villagers to drive them out.

"Ai." Aunt Li looked at Ye Lu with sympathy, lowering her voice, "She must be heartbroken. Her husband was so unlucky, probably eaten by a crocodile, bones and all. In our region, every year, more than a dozen people die in the stomachs of wild crocodiles. It’s better for you to leave. The village chief has already arranged a car, found someone to drive you out. Prepare yourselves and you can leave right away."

Hearing this, Ling Kong was taken aback: "We can leave right away? Did the village chief guess that we would be leaving soon?"

"Of course not, it’s Xie Wen. He heard about your situation and thought that if you couldn’t find anyone else, you would probably leave, so he asked the village chief to prepare the car in advance."

Ling Kong stopped speaking, but there was a sharpness hidden deep in his eyes.

Such a coincidence? Was it a real guess that they would leave, or was it a desire for them to leave quickly?

Ling Kong remembered the villagers’ different opinions of Xie Wen, before and after, and his brow furled deeper, suspecting something strange about this man.

As night fell, a small transport truck was already prepared at the door.

Many villagers came to send them off, partly out of pity for the pregnant woman who lost her husband in such a tragic way, and partly because the village didn’t have any outsiders for the whole year, and they were bored as well.

Even Mei and her husband came.

A crowd of people comforted them with various remarks. Ling Kong responded politely one by one, thanking them for their care, while Ye Lu, silent, clutched the tattered clothing, her gaze empty, almost like a walking corpse, showing no response to their comfort.

Everyone could understand her feelings, so they didn’t think her rude.

Mei snorted quietly to herself, thinking that this woman was finally going to roll away. Don’t blame her for being heartless; she simply disliked this woman, feigning such a forlorn look to gain sympathy.

Hurry up and leave, don’t stay here anymore. Because she, too, noticed that her own husband seemed to pay a lot of attention to this woman. Although he remained composed, her female intuition was accurate.

She always felt that her husband treated this woman differently, even now, as he looked at the woman, so absent-minded, maybe he knew this woman?

Ling Kong helped Ye Lu onto the vehicle, but as soon as she got on the truck, Ye Lu fainted.

The villagers were thrown into a panic, quickly helping her off the vehicle and taking her to the village clinic, ending up unable to leave.

Mei was furious, nearly grinding her teeth to pieces. When that woman fainted, she noticed her man instinctively taking a step forward, as if he was eager to rush to her side.