My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1081: There’s a Problem
Thinking about how Third Young Master Jun would soon fall into her hands, she was in a great mood. She picked up her phone and directly dialed Ye Lu’s number.
Ye Lu sat in her room, her delicate face pale, but her eyes blazed with fierce fire and icy cold.
When the phone rang, she coldly glanced at it—it was that woman’s call.
Upon answering, she heard Yiren’s smug, tender voice come through, "I believe you’ve seen today’s news report."
"So what? Bringing your own stuff to sneak photos and then leaking it to the media for hype—your methods are so low!" Ye Lu’s voice was full of scorn.
Yiren was taken aback, somewhat sheepish. She hadn’t expected this woman to be quite so astute as to see through her schemes, but she quickly laughed it off.
"Indeed, I did take those photos secretly, but there has to be something worth capturing to take a photo of in the first place, doesn’t it? At least the scenes in the pictures aren’t fake. There’s no smoke without fire—if he hadn’t been with me, would there have been such scenes? Don’t you care the slightest about your husband, meeting a stunning beauty late at night?"
Ye Lu’s heart was fiercely stabbed. Didn’t she mind? Did she truly not mind?
Right now, she really wished she didn’t mind, so that this woman’s words wouldn’t sound so irritating, making her uncomfortable.
"I’m not interested in others flaunting shamelessness. If Third Young Master Jun fancies you, I would only despise his taste."
Yiren’s eyebrows lifted, "Hmph, you talk tough, but let’s see how long you can keep it up. Do you think just because Third Young Master Jun loves you, you can keep sitting comfortably in the position of Young Mistress Jun? Too naive. I admit he likes you more, but when it comes down to a choice between you and his lifelong career, what are you then? Nothing but a disposable pawn. To hold onto a man, love is the weakest link. Tell me, what can you bring to him, how can you help him? Whereas I am different. Only a strong alliance with me can lift him higher."
"Since you’re so confident, then go ahead and try to bring me down," Ye Lu said coldly, and hung up the phone.
But the rage and heartache in her chest intensified, with nowhere to vent, she felt suffocated.
First there was Bai Sijia, and now Yiren came along.
Time and again claiming to love her, why then did he become entangled with these women? What was truth and what were lies? Or was it like that previous time abroad when he was tender and loving, making her believe, filled with happiness, only to kick her aside in front of Bai Sijia upon returning home?
Remembering this, she shivered, confusion flashed in her eyes.
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After receiving treatment, Third Young Master Jun slept groggily from the evening until the next afternoon. Upon waking, he ate something and felt somewhat energized, then reached for his laptop to handle some business matters on the bed.
He pondered for a while—weapons would be available tomorrow, and then he would begin to transport them in batches to the destination. The progress of the plan was actually slower than originally planned, so adjustments were necessary.
He modified some plans, but after staring at the computer for a while, his vision began to blur.
The text on the screen sometimes appeared sharp, sometimes fuzzy. His brows furrowed as he shook his head, thinking it was just dizziness.
But gradually he realized it wasn’t an illusion—there was indeed something wrong with his eyes.
He was shocked, his complexion growing pale.
His lean fingers slowly touched the corners of his eyes, then he lifted his hand to see blood on his fingertips.
Intermittent eye bleeding had become the norm for him recently; he had grown accustomed to it, carrying sunglasses with him and putting them on whenever the bleeding started. But now he was alarmed, fearing the symptoms might not be as simple as just bleeding.
