My Scheming Little Devil

Driven by her emotions, she was completely unaware of the truth and naturally fell into the godfather’s calculations.

Knowing full well it was the godfather’s scheme, he could only endure the pain as he saw her in extreme agony and despair, cruelly making her believe he really died, using her genuine suffering to prove to the godfather that he was indeed dead.

Ling Kong said, "Since you know, you should understand that this kind of deception, even if well-intentioned, hurts her too deeply. She truly believed you were dead, and is genuinely heartbroken and desperate, like a walking corpse. She’s not afraid of death to come to such a dangerous place; would she be afraid to face even greater dangers with you? Compared to danger, I think she’d rather have you alive."

"I know she’s not afraid of anything, but I am. Besides, my death might not even count as deception, you also know my health issues, it might just be a matter of time. Her current pain is just coming sooner."

Third Young Master Jun turned back to look at the vague silhouette showing through the window.

"In my choice, it’s always her living that takes precedence over suffering."

"That’s just you making another decision on her behalf, choosing an answer she doesn’t accept."

Third Young Master Jun grimaced wryly, "Such a blunt answer, it really hurts! But men can always only decide from their own perspective, thinking about how they can offer the best protection. Even if you were in this situation, and she was your mother, could you make a better choice?"

Ling Kong was at a loss for words, finding himself unable to respond; from an outsider’s perspective, it did seem objective.

But standing in Third Young Master Jun’s shoes, their actions would likely be no different.

"So, understand me, and help me take her away!"

Ling Kong folded his arms and scoffed, "Because I once made a similar decision like yours, thinking it was for Mommy’s best, sacrificing myself, but it only caused her more pain in the end, I realize it’s not a good method, so I won’t help you this time."

Third Young Master Jun clenched his teeth, feeling an urge to punch him.

A child too opinionated can indeed be troublesome.

"Moreover, I can’t help even if I wanted to, because the doctor said her health is worrying now, she needs to rest for at least two or three more days before she can leave," Ling Kong said leisurely.

Third Young Master Jun was helpless and could only pray that in these few days, Ye Lu wouldn’t discover anything and could leave safely.

"Ling Kong, at least promise me, you can’t tell her the truth."

"Hmph, fine." But if she discovers it on her own, he can’t be blamed.

Ah, having witnessed his parents’ love story, he still hoped his mother-in-law and father-in-law could overcome their difficulties and end up happily together.

Otherwise, wouldn’t his little wife also be very upset?

Thinking of that girl, he didn’t want his lively and lovely little wife to turn into a melancholic single child; he wanted everyone he cared about to be happy.

...

The next day, Ye Lu woke up, her body tired, her spirit exhausted.

Her face was as pale as paper, her lips colorless, lying on the hospital bed with a numb and hollow gaze, motionless; anyone could see how much pain she was in.

What was worse, she couldn’t eat anything, which was unexpected and most troublesome.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to eat; the clinic’s doctor brought her milk, and she drank it but soon vomited it out.

The doctor was also helpless, as extreme grief can affect physiological functions, especially gastrointestinal functions; whatever she ate, she vomited.

To change this, medications alone wouldn’t work, psychological therapy was necessary.