My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1091: Unveiling the Truth

The video unfolded, the background was the harbor at night, and the person in the frame was none other than ThirdYoung Master Jun, with Lie Feng and a group of his men standing behind him.

Ye Lu was jolted, looking at the time at the bottom right corner, it was undeniably a few days ago.

And the voice coming from the screen was unmistakably Gu Yan’s.

Ye Lu was shocked; this was the footage from the night she had escaped from the Gu Family, and Gu Yan had actually sought out Third Young Master Jun.

She only heard Gu Yan’s voice resound through the mist, chilling to the bone.

"Ye Lu is in my hands, you want to talk terms, you need to show some sincerity. Third Young Master Jun, I want you to kneel and apologize to me, to kowtow to me."

Hearing that distorted yet clear and cold voice, Ye Lu was simultaneously shocked and uncontrollably enraged.

Gu Yan had lost his mind, proposing such a humiliating condition that assaulted a man’s dignity, demanding that Third Young Master Jun kneel and kowtow, which was the most shameless of insults.

But the next second, Ye Lu’s face turned completely pale, the color draining from her cheeks until there was nothing but stark pallor.

Third Young Master Jun’s long legs bent, and to her complete disbelief, he knelt without hesitation!

Her breathing stopped.

Her eyes widened in utter disbelief as she stared at the screen.

His figure was silhouetted against the moonlight, his reflection stretching long on the ground, his spine straight as a pine, his posture humiliated, but his chin lifted in pride, his expression one of unassailable arrogance!

A king kneeling, the world in silence, just like this.

Ye Lu’s heart trembled, her body shaking, her head shaking unconsciously.

How could it be possible, how could Third Young Master Jun so humiliatingly kneel before the man he loathed the most—Gu Yan?

She knew how extremely arrogant this man was, always having others kneel to him, never the other way around, especially not to Gu Yan, yet he had knelt.

He lifted his head, his voice proud and resonating in her eardrums.

"If you think I’m kneeling before you right now, you’re mistaken. I’m kneeling for her. Faced with dignity and love, I choose to love her."

Ye Lu covered her mouth, unable to make a sound.

But what was even more shocking came after.

Gu Yan proposed three conditions in exchange for her safety, and the first condition was for Third Young Master Jun to dump a cargo of arms into the river.

Ye Lu clenched her fists; since Third Young Master Jun was abroad on a mission, that cargo of arms was his life-saving weapon.

Without it, his life would surely be in danger, right?

She thought that Third Young Master Jun might hesitate, the task he was handling must be related to his career prospects and even his personal safety. It would be completely understandable if he really hesitated.

But then—

"Dump them, dump all of it," was his only command, icy yet resonating with an impact that could shake the heart.

Ye Lu stared blankly at his profile that bore no hesitation, his towering figure standing tall in the night.

Her eyes suddenly filled with warmth, a surge of heat welling up; she didn’t want to cry, but her eyes grew moist.

Because she knew that people are selfish, and everyone prioritizes their own life first, including herself.

But Third Young Master Jun, fully aware of what the arms signified, gave only one word: Dump!

Yet Gu Yan was still not content to let the matter rest.

He ordered someone to bring her a glass of milk.

Ye Lu realized all at once what had been the intent behind the bodyguard’s inexplicable delivery of a glass of milk that day.

At the time, she hadn’t understood what was happening, only feeling instinctively that there was something off with the milk.

Apparently, this was Gu Yan’s way of using her to threaten Third Young Master Jun.

Ye Lu’s gaze turned icy, her face filled with rage.

Clearly, Third Young Master Jun had also guessed there was something wrong with the milk and urgently pressed Gu Yan, asking what terms needed to be met to prevent Ye Lu from drinking it.

And Gu Yan’s voice, cold and venomous, crashed into Ye Lu’s ears, turning her face deathly pale.