The Godfather has been involved in N Nation’s politics for so many years, probably planting numerous partisans. It’s impossible to tell who his people are in the United Army; rashly leaking information would only invite fatal trouble.

How deep and calculating this person’s schemes are, a single miscalculation and one would likely fall into his hands.

Su Feiman equates to Sudian, Ye Lu’s eyes lit up, suddenly awakening to the realization. Su and Su, they’re actually pronounced the same.

Alas, who could have imagined these two ostensibly unrelated individuals were in fact one and the same!

"What are your plans then? The fact that you’re hiding at Mei’s place, impersonating her husband, what’s that all about?" Ye Lu raised her head and questioned aggressively.

Looking at that foreign face, she found it particularly displeasing because it was not the face of her man, but that of Mei’s husband.

How she loathed it, she loathed this face.

And she detested Mei even more for taking advantage of this face to claim him as her own, flaunting it in front of her.

Thinking of Mei’s display of affection in the clinic, her words deliberately showcasing their love, Ye Lu was seething with anger, feeling like her lungs would explode with fury.

"Are you jealous?" Third Young Master Jun looked at his fiery and adorable wife, her lustrous eyes ablaze with anger, her expression almost cannibalistic, and he couldn’t help but laugh slyly, feeling exceptionally elated and smug.

Seeing his smug expression, Ye Lu’s anger intensified. She swung her small fist and punched him, thumping his body and eliciting his cries of pain.

"You’re really smug, aren’t you? You’re nothing but a heartbreaker prone to unwanted suitors."

She puffed her cheeks, glaring at him annoyed.

Third Young Master Jun, feeling wrongfully accused, touched his nose and said, "How am I a heartbreaker? My whole heart is devoted to you now. However, you finally got to taste what jealousy feels like."

He nipped at her annoyed cheek with his teeth and lightly snorted.

"Before, both Shang Jingchen and Gu Yan made me so jealous, I nearly drowned in a sea of vinegar. Now it’s finally your turn to experience this taste."

There was a slight annoyance in his voice, recalling how long his heart had ached.

First came Shang Jingchen, that jerk, followed by Gu Yan. At that time, she was so cold to him while being so close to those two men. He was eating jealousy by the barrel, bitter to death. Eventually, he even had to be jealous of Hua Lunxi.

"Don’t think you can gloss over this by bringing up the past," Ye Lu snorted, not so easily appeased.

"Ah, a woman’s jealousy can indeed be such a hassle."

"If you find me bothersome, then I’ll leave. I won’t disturb your marital bliss," Ye Lu glared at him, biting her lower lip in aggrievement, and turned away obstinately.

Third Young Master Jun hurriedly embraced her, seeing she was genuinely upset, he immediately soothed her, admitting his guilt in a conciliatory tone, "Alright, alright, it’s all my fault. What husband and wife? You are my wife. Apart from you, no one else is qualified for that position. Please, my queen, don’t be mad. It’s not good for your health to stay angry."

Ye Lu turned her face away: "Then explain everything to me clearly."

Third Young Master Jun, left with no choice—who called himself a slave to his wife—felt helpless when his dear Ye Lu lost her temper.

"We must start from the beginning of our undercover infiltration; settling into a strange, vigilant environment without arousing suspicion is not a simple task. Thus, we also have insiders, who have been bought off by the N Nation government for many years. And we used high-tech 3D facial replication technology to precisely duplicate their faces."

Ye Lu was extremely surprised; indeed, the world had many more fantastical technologies than those found in martial arts novels, including this high-tech ability.