My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1889: Courting Death
In her heart, however, there wasn’t the usual decisiveness that comes with killing, and as she hesitated, the muzzle was tightly gripped by a pale and weak slender hand. A woman’s voice, so soft it was almost like a mosquito’s buzz, intermittently came from the grass.
"Stop... I... want... to live..."
Though the voice was weak, it was filled with a strong desire for survival. It was like a sharp blade cutting through the night, revealing a golden light that was shocking to behold.
This made Fengye Wuyin’s eyes widen in surprise as he stared at Jun Yiyi. She was still unconscious with her eyes closed, her awareness unclear, yet it was as if her subconscious knew her life was hanging by a thread, prompting this incredible action.
She continued to tightly grip his gun’s muzzle.
Fengye Wuyin’s eyes darkened. Furious, he grabbed her clothing and gritted his teeth at her face.
"If you want to live, you should find a place to hide properly. Having betrayed on the battlefield, you dare to show up in front of me? Are you forcing me to kill you? You fool."
Annoyed, he threw her to the ground with anger and stood up, walking away on his own.
The surrounding soldiers exchanged glances, completely unaware of what had happened. It seemed that the Major General was very angry. What did this woman do to provoke such fury?
But now, what should be done about this? What about the woman?
Watching Major General Fengye’s tall figure walk towards the distant military aircraft, his subordinates couldn’t help but ask.
"Major General, what should we do with this woman? Should we kill her?"
Fengye Wuyin turned back and glared at him fiercely: "Idiot, I didn’t kill her, when is it your turn to kill her?"
"..." The subordinates felt frustrated; didn’t he seem very angry with the woman earlier? Now he’s defending her. This was like changing faces as fast as flipping a book. Does the Major General also have physiological cycles?
"Then, what should we do?" Although they were grumbling inside, they dared not talk back.
Fengye Wuyin glanced at Jun Yiyi lying lifelessly on the ground. Her fragile yet determined voice echoed in his ears, triggering a fleeting emotion. He impatiently raised his chin.
"Leaving her dead here pollutes the environment. Take her back!"
On the other side, Jiang Yang took advantage of Jun Yiyi’s distraction of those warplanes and secretly dashed out. He was lucky enough to pass through unimpeded, quickly flying out of the enemy-controlled area and into the Yalan Country government’s area.
Worried about Jun Yiyi’s safety, he landed in a small town and took the unconscious Ji Lingkong to the town’s hospital for treatment.
He couldn’t wait; thinking of the young madam who was injured and risked her life to distract the warplanes for their sake. He had no idea if she was alive or dead, making it impossible for him to be at peace.
Clenching his teeth, he finally decided to go back to find Jun Yiyi. He instructed the hospital’s doctors to take good care of the officer and then returned to search for Jun Yiyi.
...
When Jun Yiyi woke up, she was no longer in Yalan Country.
Her gunshot wound was on her arm and wasn’t too serious. After surgery, she woke up after a day, her spirits also recovering well.
As she opened her eyes, she saw a clean, snow-white, yet elegant large room. She was lying on a soft and comfortable large bed, with bouquets placed on the bedside table. The sun was shining outside, a gentle breeze blew the curtains, and it was so comfortable that Jun Yiyi almost thought she was back at Madam Aisha’s villa.
Jun Yiyi scanned the surroundings in disbelief and let out a breath of relief. Where was this place? Was she saved? That was quite lucky, it seemed she had met good people, taking care of her like this.
Who saved her?
