"Is this pitiful look of yours a disguise, an attempt to defend yourself? These days, homewreckers love to play the innocent victim, shedding crocodile tears and biting back. Don’t be fooled so easily," a sharp voice echoed from a journalist.

Yuan Jiayin chuckled, the reporter she had invited did have quite the sharp tongue, perfect for stirring up trouble.

Ye Lu turned to the journalist and said, "I haven’t even opened my mouth, how can you know what I am going to say?"

The journalist’s face was filled with disdain: "Humph, we journalists have seen plenty of women like you. Other than pretending to be innocent, what else can you say?"

"Well, you have me exposed. How can I continue my act?"

Ye Lu raised her head, her face was pale but there was a sort of dazzling pride in her countenance.

"Even if I answer your questions, you won’t believe me, so there’s no need to waste time. You’re simply looking for provocative answers, trying to stir things up even more."

"Who cares about the truth? Do you care? Do those netizens yelling ’Down with the homewrecker’ care? Well, let me tell you, I don’t care either!"

The journalists were left dumbstruck, completely taken aback by this woman’s outrageous approach.

Most homewreckers would usually play the victim to gain sympathy, but why was she so defiant and arrogant?

"I just want to say a few words to those two women!"

At this, the reporters immediately perked up, sensing some salacious content. Finally, these high society women were about to have it out, exposing each other’s secrets.

Ye Lu looked at the camera with contempt.

"A seven-year-long relationship that could still be intervened by another, that’s not love! That’s garbage!"

"A man who can be stolen obviously doesn’t love you!"

"And I truly pity both of you. How charmless must you be to not be able to keep your man? Doesn’t it feel embarrassing to flaunt your happiness so eagerly? As the saying goes, ’you flaunt what you lack.’ Just imagine, someone might be grinding their teeth in front of the TV right now!"

Ye Lu’s sarcastic and sharp remarks left the journalists speechless amidst a clamorous uproar.

Watching from their TV, Yuan Jiayin and Bai Sijia were seething, their faces contorting in rage, their breast heaving with anger.

Each of Ye Lu’s words were toxic, striking directly at their hearts.

Indeed, they were furious, gritting their teeth in anger.

Ye Lu paused for a moment, and then cheerfully added, "Oh right, didn’t you ask if I will wish them well? I can answer this question. Of course, I wish them well. Now that they are married, other men in the world can finally breathe a sigh of relief, knowing they are spared from marrying these two vixens!"

Then, Ye Lu strutted away with Yan Yu, leaving a group of dumbfounded reporters behind.

"That shameless whore, Ye Lu—" Yuan Jiayin was so angry she threw the cup in her hand, her face turning pale with anger.

Bai Sijia also clenched her fists, her face flushed with humiliation. She had not expected Ye Lu to be so obstinate, instead of cowering like a street rat, she was ranting and insulting them. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

This woman was truly hateful. Especially that smug smile on her face, as if mocking them for their foolishness.

"Sister, we can’t let her continue being so arrogant."

Yuan Jiayin frowned, "So, what’s your plan?"

"I think she’s just talking big, she will fall apart when she sees us getting married. " Bai Sijia spoke with certainty.

As a woman herself, she strongly felt that Ye Lu had feelings for Third Young Master Jun.

To deal with a woman, you have to strike where it hurts most.