My Scheming Little Devil

I’ve long wanted to punish this stinking woman. The moment Ye Lu lifts a hand to, her downfall will be inevitable.

"I will not let you off." Yuan Jiayin roars in indignation. All the scheming of today backfired, and she ended up dressing someone else for their wedding.

She didn’t manage to ruin this woman, instead, she herself ended up destroyed. Years of hard work are now all in vain. How can she accept this?

Ye Lu sneers dismissively, "Hehe, look at yourself now. How are you planning to not let me go? No one will even bother with you anymore. Oh wait, you still have your good friend Bai Sijia. It’s unfortunate that seeing your repellant reputation, she is likely trying to dodge association with you. Associating with you, her reputation won’t be too good either. You’re like a pile of shit right now, whoever touches you will stink."

"You... don’t be so arrogant." Fuming, Yuan Jiayin lunges towards her, only to be kicked away by a bodyguard behind Ye Lu before she could touch her.

She screams in agony, feeling as if her calf has been kicked apart.

"Don’t kick her, I don’t want to be seen as inhumane." Ye Lu shrugs, a cold light flashing in her eyes. "Go, throw her into the bustling downtown area. She’s been playing people for a fool lately. I’m sure all of them have been simmering with rage, with no way to vent it out!"

Rather than lifting a finger herself, it’s better to let the angry crowd do the work. Collective punishment is more satisfying.

"Bitch, I will not let you off."

Gradually, Yuan Jiayin, filled with hatred and cursing, is dragged away.

Ye Lu turns to face Third Young Master, who is standing by the Roman pillars with a gloomy expression. She ascends the steps, walks over to him, and beams at him brightly as a blossoming flower in spring.

"Third Young Master, was the show enjoyable?"

Third Young Master’s gaze remains transfixed on her eyes. After a long moment, he sighs and gently strokes her cheeks.

"You acted really well, your performance was incredible. There were times when even I couldn’t distinguish if it was real or fake. I wonder, when were you being real, and when were you pretending?"

How much of her past self was authentic? How much was her acting?

But this drama was indeed splendid. He was completely engrossed. When she played the fool, when she was enduring in silence, when she made a sharp comeback, and when she trampled all over Yuan Jiayin ...

At every moment, she sparkled like a radiant diamond, captivating everyone’s gaze.

It was impossible to look away.

"Whether I’m real or fake doesn’t matter. After all, Third Young Master, you wouldn’t be fooled by me, would you?" Ye Lu sneers dismissively, brushing his hand away.

"Indeed. Others may be unable to discern your true nature, but I can see it very clearly." He sneers dismissively in response.

Ye Lu suddenly grabs his neck and leans in to give him a deep, passionate kiss. Then, she releases him.

Third Young Master’s expression is somewhat ashen.

Because for a moment just now, that damn heartbeat of his actually quickened.

Ye Lu wipes her lips with a tissue and humphs dismissively, "Third Young Master, you’ve gone backwards. Your kissing skills are bland and tasteless. It’s disappointing!"

"Ye Lu—" His expression darkens further.

"What, you’re annoyed? Did you actually get beguiled by my kiss?"

Third Young Master’s eyes grow cold: "What, are you trying to seduce me? To play me like I played you, to get back at me?"

"Third Young Master, don’t flatter yourself." Ye Lu steps back coldly, her eyes filled with revulsion. "Also, I used to find you disgusting, and I still do now. You are filthy from head to toe, utterly repulsive."

With that, she leaves coldly.

Third Young Master’s eyes turn icy, almost freezing.