My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1000: It’s Not Whether You’re Right or Not
Ye Lu didn’t know how she was sent back; it was only standing in front of Third Young Master Jun’s villa that she came back to her senses from her daze.
Looking up at the villa, she just felt that in the night, the villa was so cold. There was no excitement of rushing home, no feeling of a warm haven, but instead, a thick coldness that penetrated to the bone, a chilling sensation that reached to the soul.
She stopped in her tracks, afraid to go in because entering meant the possibility of a cruel truth being bloodily unveiled.
Yet, she strode in with a stubborn and crazy fire suddenly burning in her eyes.
Her steps quickened, rushing into the villa, charging through the calm hall, speeding up the stairs.
Her mind was blank, fixated on one thought: she had to ask him, ask if that person was him.
She knew where he was: the study.
Her rapid footsteps halted before the study door. Ye Lu’s nervous, oppressive, and uncomfortable heart was almost about to explode. Remembering the scenes from tonight, remembering Ling Yan and Ling Xiu holding the corpse, weeping heart-wrenchingly, remembering Old Ling lying in a pool of blood... She felt like she was going mad.
With a snap, she pushed the door open. The room was very quiet. The white light in the study seemed particularly sharp tonight, casting an unusually pale sheen on the skin.
Third Young Master Jun sat tranquilly in a leather chair, his hands resting on the refined armrests. Dressed in a low-profile yet luxurious black shirt, his hair was slightly disheveled and stylish, spilling over his proud forehead like splashed ink, highlighting those night-dark phoenix eyes, deep and misty as if he had just come back from the party.
Hearing the door, his thick eyelashes lifted slightly, and his eyes met Ye Lu’s without any sign of guilt or evasion.
Ye Lu was stunned, finding his calmness bizarrely unsettling.
"Lu’er, you’re back," he said in a low voice, tinged with intoxicating tenderness, like the soothing cello music that warmed the soul when heard. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
But Ye Lu, hearing his strangely tender voice, felt her heart tremble. She stared at him blankly, "Why aren’t you at all surprised that I’m back?"
"Ilid said you came back by plane on your own," Third Young Master Jun’s thin lips held a faint smile.
"Is that the only reason?" Ye Lu’s anguished eyes looked at him as she walked over, her steps nearly faltering.
"What other reason would there be?" Third Young Master Jun’s voice stayed steady and composed, still leaning on the black leather chair, appearing so arrogant, even careless!
A pain struck Ye Lu’s heart, as if she were looking at a stranger.
"Aren’t you going to explain?" she demanded.
She walked up to him and suddenly grasped one of his arms with force, pinching his arm hard. On the black shirt, even if stained, no color could be seen.
But she distinctly felt a liquid spilling out from his arm, seeping through the shirt and wetting her hand.
Yet, Third Young Master Jun allowed her to take hold, his pale and handsome face showing no sign of pain nor any emotion.
"You’re hurt..." Ye Lu released him, looking down at her bloodstained palm, her voice trembling, "Where were you tonight?"
Those eyes of Third Young Master Jun, deep as abysses, so profound they were inscrutable, his voice slightly sardonic, "Didn’t you already know?"
Ye Lu shuddered, disbelievingly looking at him, her legs giving way, she half-knelt before him and looked up at him in pain, shaking her head incessantly.
"I don’t believe it, that person just looked very much like you, right? It wasn’t you who killed Old Ling, right?"
As long as he said it wasn’t him, as long as he gave a proper explanation, she would believe him. Please speak, she begged him to explain quickly.
