My Scheming Little Devil

The moment Third Young Master Jun barged in, Ye Lu quickly hid her cell phone. Seeing him reach out, her eyes turned cold, "Grab what? I have no idea what you’re talking about."

"Give me Bai Sijia’s phone." Third Young Master Jun’s voice was deep and stern.

Ye Lu clenched her fists and scoffed, "Why should I? This woman has done me all sorts of harm. Her phone lands in my hands and I will gather evidence to get my revenge. Third Young Master Jun, don’t hamper me."

"Are you forcing me to snatch it from you?"

Ye Lu’s face turned pale, glaring at him with hatred. If she tried to fight him, she would definitely lose.

Without hesitation, she lifted her hand to throw it out of the window, only for Third Young Master Jun to grab her wrist and snatch the phone away.

"Third Young Master Jun, you jerk!" Ye Lu glared at him angrily.

She finally had something on Bai Sijia, a chance to bring the woman who had harmed her to justice, and he destroyed that chance. That was the woman who had almost killed her and their child!

She was filled with grief and anger.

Third Young Master Jun took the phone, said nothing, and turned to leave.

"That night, she nearly caused my mom to have a miscarriage. Don’t you care at all?" Ye Yuan yelled out angrily.

Third Young Master Jun momentarily paused before quickly leaving. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Ye Yuan, fuming, went after him.

Ye Lu slowly sat on the sofa, lowered her head, and covered her face with her hands.

After a while, Hai Lanse came in and saw she was upset.

"What’s wrong? Are you crying?" he asked, surprised.

Ye Lu took a long time before lifting her head. The depths of her eyes were clear, not a trace of tears in sight.

She laughed, her laughter carefree.

"How could I? Shedding tears over a man not worth crying for is a waste of tears. At least, I don’t want to continue this way." Her voice was gentle, her smile faint, "Even the most resilient cactus dies when it’s dehydrated."

Hai Lanse thought of a phrase: great sorrow is speechless.

A thought crossed his mind.

It was like looking at a flower snapped by a storm, the stem not completely broken, struggling to grow upward, desperately healing its break. The wound was still alarming, but the stem was stronger, ready to bloom into an even larger, more brilliant flower.

"May God bless you!" He placed his hand on her crown, his voice remarkably tender.

Ye Lu chuckled, took a deep breath, and shrugged.

"Don’t comfort me, I am really not that upset. Because if you anticipate it, it won’t be too heartbreaking. I allowed myself to be down for a while, but now that time has passed, I should stop indulging in this pointless sorrow; it will affect what I will do next."

Ye Lu stood up, fully regaining her self-confidence and composure.

"I will take you two home." Hai Lanse offered.

...

Ye Yuan was found in a foul mood. Ye Lu didn’t need to ask him about the outcome of his pursuit.

Moreover, she wasn’t that concerned anymore.

Hai Lanse drove them home.

"Tomorrow, our diplomatic group will return to Europe."

"Well, if destiny wills it, we will surely meet again. If possible, I would like to express my gratitude to you someday." Ye Lu smiled.

"No need. As I said before, you saved yourself."

"You have your persistence, and I have mine."

Hai Lanse fell silent for a moment: "You really are an incredibly stubborn woman. Fine, so be it!"

He drove off as his phone rang.

"Duke, should we continue monitoring them?"

"No, it’s not necessary. A flower that’s already been broken, if snapped again, will break off completely and fall into the mud."