My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1087: Not Even Caring for One’s Life
He knew he was demeaning himself, his dignity trampled and scattered, yet he still couldn’t let go, because it was his only home, his reason for living, with his beloved children, his beloved woman.
Third Young Master Jun’s eyes hardened as he propped himself up despite his injuries to get out of bed, picked up the internal line telephone, and barked an order.
"Prepare the helicopter, we’re returning to the country immediately."
His reckless actions were driven by a desire for just a sliver of humble love!
He had always been resolute, fighting to the death!
This was the love of Jun Huang!
A love both firm and fierce!
Lie Feng truly hadn’t expected Third Young Master Jun would rush back to the country in the middle of the night.
He wanted to dissuade him, after all, whether it was for safety concerns or Third Young Master’s health, he shouldn’t be traveling like this anymore.
However, when he saw the look of utter determination and agony on Third Young Master Jun’s face, the stubborn flame burning in his eyes, he was shaken and suddenly understood—if Third Young Master didn’t return, he would die.
He didn’t say anything, just silently and loyally carried out the order, quickly arranging everything to ensure Third Young Master could return safely and comfortably!
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Ye Lu stayed silent in her room for a long time before she put away her phone and dragged her small suitcase downstairs.
She thought of staying at Old Madam Jun’s for a few days to calm her mind and think about how to end this painful marriage.
Just as she reached the ground floor, she saw Feiyu speaking anxiously on the phone. She overheard snippets of the conversation—it seemed to be something about serious injuries and coming back.
Soon he hung up the call, looking hurried as he prepared to leave.
Yet, as he heard footsteps descending the stairs, he turned to see Ye Lu coming down, saw the small suitcase in her hand, and his expression shifted dramatically, his gaze sharp and icy, pinning her like a knife.
"Where are you going?"
"Third Young Master Jun has to keep tabs on me, and so do you?" Ye Lu’s face turned cold.
Feiyu’s look turned even uglier as he gazed at her skeptically, suddenly realizing something and angrily accusing her.
"Did you just get off the phone with Third Young Master?"
Ye Lu frowned but still said, "Yes."
"It was you," Feiyu’s eyes turned bloodshot, nearly driven to a rage, "How can you be so heartless, woman?" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Seeing him get so emotionally worked up and incoherent, Ye Lu didn’t want to deal with him, to provoke an unnecessary argument, so she walked past him and out the door.
"Stop right there, don’t think about leaving. Just wait here for Third Young Master." Feiyu rushed forward, barring her way in a fury, "Tell me, what exactly did you say to Third Young Master?"
"That’s none of your business."
"I must know."
Ye Lu thought for a moment, having decided that sooner or later everyone would find out anyway.
"Divorce."
Feiyu gasped, a harsh intake of cold air, disbelief written all over his face as he looked at her, "Do you have any conscience, woman, no, I should ask, do you have a heart? How could you utter such wounding words, do you know that you drove Third Young Master crazy? He insisted on returning, and before he even got on the helicopter, he fainted."
Ye Lu scoffed, fainted? Third Young Master Jun? Impossible, he was so strong, normally he didn’t even show signs of illness or pain.
"Feiyu, are you joking? Third Young Master Jun fainting, that’s preposterous." She dismissed the idea.
Feiyu, with eyes red with anger and sorrow for Third Young Master, said, "Ye Lu, Third Young Master fainted because of you, and you can still talk so dispassionately. I’ve never met a woman as heartless as you. Third Young Master loves you so much, he would give up his life for you, yet you hurt him like that. Don’t you feel the slightest bit of pain?"
"Third Young Master Jun loves me so much he’d give up his life?"
The long-suppressed resentment in Ye Lu’s heart erupted, and she laughed coldly.
